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Evil's Revenge: The Final Hour~

The empty hallways echoed with screams of indignation and painful cries. Only a few people remained. Dedicated to the end in the hopeless war.

Most of the freedom fighters were together, clustered in a single group as they went over a hero's wounds, making sure she would be heal.

There was only an hour left on the clock, and it mindless ticked it's life away. Eventually the falling numbers would come to a sudden stop, as the explosion would go underway. it would work itself under the roots of the earth and erupt in frenzied, unwelcom chaos. The world would live in fear as LIVE wrapped it's powerful arms around the globe and encompassed it in dystopian goverment.

Yet, somehow simple kids were a major part of it. 

That notion had crossed the poor agent's minds many times, but it overtook Katara's very being as she was seperated from everyone she knew.

The ticking of the clock unknowingly accompanied her desperate cries as Cammwren took a step away, ushered out by a tall, overpowering man.

He stared at the beautiful mess on the floor, a hint of pity breaking through his cold, heartless gaze.

It didn't last long and faded as his gaze swept over the room. Blood plagued the air, and he shook his head in disgust.

Why did I ever think using kids was a good idea? he considered to himself, before taking a heavy step towards his broken daughters.

"Katara..." He spoke, his firm, controlled voice hitting her like a brick. Just like a puppy recognized it's mother's scent, she recognized her father. 

"Dad...?" she whimpered, looking up at him, revealing all the pain flowing through her. SLowly, somehow, she managed to pull herself out of the fetile position and to her knees, awkwardly facing him.

"You look just like your mother, child." A hint of sorrow broke through as he stooped down, wrapping the broken girl in his arms. "I'm sorry for sending you away."

Much against her will, Katara wrapped her arms around his strong build, sobbing into his shoulder. Her sin lingered in the back of her mind. She did look like her mother even in such a withered state. 

"It's a shame you can't be like her too."

With the harshness in his voice, Katara pushed herself partially away. "I...I never was," she mourned.

"You could have been. You could still be. Don't weep for death; embrace it." He released her, gesturing to Elisha's crumpled body. "You killed her. Face it. Don't cry, I know you are not weak, Katara."

She had never heard her name spoken with such harshness in spite in a long time, and it tore another sob from her deathly body. Standing was painful. "Get away!" Her voice cracked with emotion as she turned. "I didn't want to win!"

"But you did, Katara!" he roared. "You've always wanted to win! It was what made you strong! It made you a courageous, evil young woman! Don't make me not regret sending you in as a spy!"

She paused, turning large, innocent eyes to his lifeless face. "You...regretted it?"

"Yes, child!" he shouted, bringing his hand across her face.

In a fit of anger, she instantly reacted. Her fist just managed to block the blow, but she skidded back a few paces from the force. "Don't child me!" Her eyes flashed with anger, and she stepped back out of his reach.

"You have no right to touch me, so-called-father! I don't need you anymore. You were gone for too long! I spent three years locked in one of your cells. Elisha came, but you never did. You don't deserve to be called father."

And then she mentally cursed at the boiling rage overflowing from his body. You could practically smell it leaping off him. "Katara, I trained you! I made you the best, you could still join me! You can stand by me and rule the world. Watch it burn."

Watch it burn...Katara thought. The notion swirled in her mind as she swooned, on the verge of unconciousness. She had already done enough, why not accomplish her black heart? She was born EVIL, and it kept coming back to yank her away from any humanity. 

It kept hurting and scarring her.

But Elisha was dead, and the blood on her hands revealed that as she let out another sob, shaking her head.

He growled, jumping forward and grabbing her wrist. "There is nothing left in it for you," he roared, dragging her behind him. "You are going to watch your friends burn."

Katara resisted as much as she could, but her energy was drained. At her father's threat she began sobbing again, a pitiful, broken, useless wreck of nothingness.

"I am your father, Katara Villa Monroe. I share your last name: Monroe." He grinned wickedly at her. "You will watch as your father, Odin Monroe, wins!"

The clock ticked, and Katara was shoved helplessly in a chair, sobbing from exhaustion more then anything at this point.

The clock tocked, and the world's dystopian prison neared.

The clock would soon chime, in less then an hour, and the world would burn.

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OKAY WOW THAT WAS SAD 10/10 PEOPLES.

You finally get to know who the head of EVIL is now, I guess! Odin! And what his plan is!

Shadow, do you agree with Roselyn's plan to catch Ivory off-guard? Or are you going to Inigo-Montoya him? #epicness

Alright, first off~

Cockleburr it's finnneee!!!

Second of all...

OmigandalfIcannotwaituntilBuggygetsbacktoseewhatMason'sreactioniswhentheyfindKatara

Also, I might type later. Katara might do something to help!

Sicily says Capn!

l'll post tomarrow, l just need to edit and flesh out this bit that l've written....

Cyclone has gtch. Glitch?  

Sorry....This post is very rambly and all over the place.

Cammwren~

….Why did I let her kill Elisha? I though that Elisha could handle it herself, I wasn't about to get involved in all of this, it was between the two of them. And l, like Katara didn't realize until too late what mistakes that we had made. But honestly, I didn't think that I was needed.

For all of my life l've stayed in the shadows, not taken much action and that has always suited me just fine. But now someone lies dead, the whole world lies at stake here and I think that I am not needed.

Just brilliant. Control and power. Isn't this what its all about? I have no power other then my free will, no control then over my already useless actions. What can I change? The world needs change and EVIL is changing it, not the change that it exactly needs but at least some change. We are too afraid to so things, to takes action, so her is EVIL doing it for us.

“Sorry.” l mutter, far too quiet for Katara to hear. That;s all, truly what l could think of. I could've prevented you but I didn't and now Elisha is dead. Is that good? Will you understand now? Because action is dangerous. I'll stay in the shadows now, because that's where I belong, that's where I like it best. Where I can only watch and do nothing. Because that,too is what I do best. Just be a by-stander. Every action that I make never turns well, like a long line of dominoes that keep on crashing like the very sky is falling.

Like a heartbeat I can hear a distant clock ticking and footsteps. I take a step back into the shadows as a tall man, taller even with the authority and power that he seemed to carry behind his mask that is his face, steps beside him. I know who he is. I've meet him a few times.

Odin Monroe. Leader of EVIL, Elisha's and Katara's father. I watch them, nearly as I always have. Two broken people, one nearly insane and dead inside, the other high and cold, seeing all the world like a bird, far away from it all, mourning over someone who we could never quite agree is evil or good. Odin Monroe is shattered inside. None of us are really as solid as we appear to be. Though his face be mostly a mask, if you watch close enough you can see how shattered he is behind it. But Katara, she's broken but she isn't dead. She has a will and a strong one. She will survive this, I think, no matter how hard it. She;s one of those people who go on, no matter the scars.

And then, in an explosion of weak resistance and loud words, both of them are gone, after many words, none of which l heard.

Right now, I feel invisible.

Well what can I do? Nothing, that's what. I snidely comment to myself. So forget about it. You have no power to make it better. But what if, some how, I changed EVIL's plan, to perhaps the change that the world needed? So what do I have? No friends, Elisha is dead, ivory is who-knows-where. Everyone else pretty much hates me. EVIL is too full of themselves. All I have is free will and the power of action.

I remember, long ago, that l had always felt helpless. I wanted to change something. Like Katara, who was brave enough to at least do something. I had wanted to be the strong one, the leader, not the creep who keeps to himself. I want change. So how am I going to do that? Easy. Explosion. Literate. As crazy as it seems, after a few minutes it makes sense. Explosions tend to fix everything, that's what l have observed. When change is needed, a loud out brust of something gets people's attention. It changes things.

I turn to leave, my head full of ideas, and then stop.

Eilsha's body, in a deepening pool of crimson, has been left there. I feel the need to say something, before I leave.

“You wouldn't be forgotten. Never. As long as l'm here.” My words sound hollow, like talking to yourself in an empty house. Strange and uncertain. Not real. Echoing off the shiny, empty halls. They seemed wrong, somehow, those words. I would say something in her memory, but what could I say? I slowly turn away, until all that is in my sight is the long hallway, stretching on as uncertain as the future. Action needs to be taken.

I could never bring myself to take much action. Action was dangerous. And yet what wasn't?

Life is dangerous, you idiot. And if you aren't going to change it, who else is? No one that's who.

And AYA, I'm not doing this for you. I never liked you anyways. I think silently. You ruined my life, thank you very much. I'm doing this for change. All change needs is a large explosion.

There is a slight pause where I wonder if this is a good idea, and also if I should run. Question what you do probably never a good idea, anyways. You always have to set fire to it and run, run far way from everything you did then watch the smoke from a distance.

The small flame from the match delightedly jumps onto the fuse, happily burning along, turning the string a charred black, a silent clock ticking.

Also, run? Always a good idea. Always. Run I shall. This place is so dead, the people inside of it all dad, too perfect and cold to ever be real. Too quiet, too. Fire was life. Life is never quiet. Time to light this place up.

The flame reaches the end of the fuse, and there is a pause. Three years, Camm, and you haven't gotten any wiser. Three years and the muffled boom sounds just as sweet and the flames just as beautifully bright.

This, EVIL and AYA, is not a war, it's not a battle. This, this, is a revolution. And as all revolutions, this one starts with an bang.

Embry~

“It will be a bright day indeed, when l slit your throat, Ivory.”

I hiss the words between my teeth. Now is not a good time to explode, I remind myself. Also a good time not to get yourself killed. I slowly, even though it hurts me to do this, put up my hands. Today is not the day that I die.

“Lovely making plans, but you wouldn't have the time.” Ivory says brightly. He heard me. Drat.

“So glad that you're cheerful today.”

Mason and Clover, beside me, put up their hands, Clover more quickly. She knows what they can do. Roselyn does nothing, her eyes are distant.

Madison growls in the back of her throat, however when on of the guards quietly clicks off the safely on his rifles, she grudgingly put her hands up.

“Oh and you're having such a good time with this, why don't you go ahead and kill us all off? Makes everything a lot more easer.”

Ivory doesn't reply, the guards step forward, one of them motioning for me to raise my hands. He closes handcuffs around my wrists, snapping them closed with a click. Mason's face is solid as stone, but there is grimness behind his eyes, something saying this isn't good at all.

For yet another time, the door clangs shut behind us,with a draft of chemical air, whirling around the cell like a small hurricane. I feel like a hurricane inside. And believe me, you do not ever, ever want to catch a hurricane in a box.

Distantly, I stare at the wall, avoiding the other's eyes. Hurricanes do not let themselves be contained or understood. Or tamed enough to be talked to. The white walls, all smooth and cold are distracting enough.

In a split second, l feel it in the air, and yet l can't react fast enough. A burning energy crackles through anything, too fast to see, splintering every bit of wall and then in one huge motion crash them down in an explosion of dust and sparks.

The tight whirl of wind within me finally escapes, hurricane released. I smash against the cell floor, landing on the shoulder that was scraped by a bullet.

Though l may seem so, l'm not invincible. Some day we all break, someday we all die. I feel the bone crack a bit under the pressure of my body and whatever has fallen on top of me, in quick, roaring secession.

And then another crackling bit of fire feels the air, as there is a large crash. I wince. I can't see anything, it's all dark and fuzzy. The thing on top of me is shifting, ever so slowly, and falling. I can't breath, the air is hot and smoky and thick. I try coughing but there is nothing there. Panicking, I try to push the thing off of me, but I am trapped.

I feel the tears behind my cloudy eyes and I feel mad at myself. Never give up. What are you doing?

Someday we break, someday we die.

TOP

Oh my Gandalf this is the saddest roleplay ever. I'm debating coming to save you. Also, what I am going to write is going to be mostly Katara's mental war.

I don't like what I just wrote, so I shall write it again!

Katara~

My father spoke on as I cowered in the chair, ignoring the painful ache pulsing throughout my overused body. His words were full of anger and pride, contrasting eachother as he spoke. I tried to ignore his words, but as he mentioned Ivory I glanced up.

"I'm sure you've met him," my father explained. "Ivory. Nice evil young man. He and his buddies gathered all of your friends into one place. Why don't we go pay them a visit?"

I scowled, trying to look feirce.

"I don't know...maybe to, hmm, burn them alive? Slaughter them? Maybe I could convince you to kill everyone else to save the life of one! Brilliant." He spoke on, and my horror increased with each word until I was on the verge of sobbing again.

He stood just as the world broke.

A huge explosion temporarily deafened me. It rose up from the depths of the earth, shaking and growing wider with each massive, rotten sweep. My father's cries rose above it all in surprise as he lept to the computers, trying frantically to stop something.

When my hearing returned I heard him repeating one thing. "Too early...!"

I felt like someone had blessed me in the worst way possible, and I stood and the sliding floor. Things were falling, even in the concrete room.

With a deep breath, I glanced at my panicking father once more before turning, and running away.

Again.

It seems like I always run away. But this time I am running to AYA, not away from them.

Each hurried step sends painful lightning bolts through my body. THe world is still shaking and I hurry faster at a hungry roar from my father. THen footsteps.

Apparently I was worth more then his program, or he gave it up. It should have made me feel at least somewhat wanted, but instead I ran faster.

His footsteps were like impending doom. I feared looking behind me, but I could hear him approaching over even the earthquake. 

I had no weapons.

No strenghth.

Nothing.

At least it was impossible for me to murder my father too. Now I would die. But that didn't matter. In fact I wanted to die.

Everything hurt so much. 

But I had to save my friends! I didn't know where they were in the collapsing halls. I could only assume they were near the larger cells, and I ran towards them for all I was worth. 

They were so close. 

I could see my destination when a large roar came directly behind me. "Katara!" my father growled.

He had overtaken me within seconds and reached for my hand, yanking it backwards.

Pain seared through my arm and I tumble to the ground, clutching it with tears in my eyes. The ground vaguely shook underneath me, like a bumpy car ride. It lulled me, distant in the infinite pain that swept and rolled through me.

I could barely hear my father over the familiar sobs that again racked my body as I broke. 

I had nothing left to offer.

Everything hurt so bad. 

I give up...

The words rolled through my head, until I came to the realization I was chanting them between sobs. "I give up...please...I give up..."

Everything mixed together. 

"Please end me," I begged, curling into a small ball and trembling with sobs. "Make it all stop..."

I could feel death approaching my weakened body. I was so tired and in pain. My thoughts melted together like an unstrategic mess, with only one thought breaking through. I felt the first blow, sending another burst of pain throughout me.

But the next never came.

I sobbed, wishing it would come.

Please help me.

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My idea is maybe Mason, possible Ivory, maybe Cammwren, or basically anyone (Preferabbly Mason maybe :D) intercepted!

Well, there you have it. Katara is...um....wanting to die.

I am so mean to Katara. I feel like I am taking all of my problems, multiplying them, and giving them to her. Anything can and will go wrong. 

"If there was an opposite alternate universe with me in it, I would be the happiest girl in the world because it is the opposite of what I am now." #GoingToBeAKataraQuote