Oh thanks Cockleburr! However I did not realize that all the AYA were together. I just wanted Clover to have a chance to do some action. Deepest apologies! If you want she can totally be with them. :) Good luck on your book report! I know you'll ace it!

Is anyone else here? Owo. I don't want to go because...well...I'm unconcious!

Um, sorry about the book report rant. I was mad. I just don't like book reports (in case you couldn't tell! :] ).

Clover~

I reach out my arms to Madison, but she is already sinking groggily to the ground. I feel a tingling in my heart, partly from fear, partly from the knowledge that Madison does trust me. She and the others need me to get them out. I will do it, I swear to myself, or die trying. Out loud I say quietly, "Don't worry, Madison. I won't let you down." I know she can't hear me, though. She is probably already unconciese. We crawl down the vent, peering out at every opening for some sign of Roselyn, but all we see are hallways and rooms in the same condition as the one we left. A sudden wave of dizziness makes my head swim and I stumble into the side of the vent.

"Quick, pull your shirt collar over your mouth!" May calls to me, "The gas is probably going up the vent." We both pull up our shirts and keep crawling with one hand holding it there. My dizziness doesn't go away, but it doesn't get any worse. 

Another vent opening goes by, but no Roselyn. I turn away from it to continue crawling but my hand feels nothing but empty space- I'm falling! A shock jerks me up and I get whiplash as I am yanked up by the back of my collar, choaking me. May must have grabbed me. She pulls me back up the vent and has me lie down.

"Clover? Are you ok?" I try to answer, but for some reason I can't. I am gasping and my heart pumps fast, fluttering. "Shh, Clover, breath. You're fine. It's alright. Just relax." I gulp and nod, forcing myself to breath slowly. 

"I'm fine," I manage to say, tremblingly, "just startled. Thanks for grabbing me." She still looks concerned, so I sit up to prove how 'fine' I am. Then I see where I had fallen. A huge peice of the vent had come off when the bomb exploded. There is no way we can go over it. Guess we're going down.

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Guess what guys! Gymnastics states competition is Friday! Wish me luck! 

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Sorry for the formatting.....It's late and l don't want to mess with my word processer.  

Embry~

l didn't want to do this. l don't want to get up and face the world. Because why? Why does it fall to us, of all seven billion people on this planet, why is it up to us to save it? The world needs saving from itself. 

But why? Why us? Why do we have this responsibility, this power of action? Why do those with power never seem to have a choice?

l don't know why, perhaps never will. But l so know that l have the to take action and action is power.

l slowly, slowly, gather myself up from the floor, from where l had been batted aside by the action. Slowly, slowly, get myself together as the action rushes by.

l can feel every part of me, all so tired, How long have we been at this?

Slowly, slowly, stand up, though your legs and muscles think of rebellion, of lying down. Of giving up. But oh, we don't give up ever, do we? We keep going on, even if we do die in the end. All of us die in the end.

Lift your your face. Straighten those shoulders. l hold myself upright only with the fragile, fake illusion that l am okay. That everyone will be okay. That no one will get shot.

Katara holds the gun, pointing it at her father. She too, hold herself up with lies of false hope. But isn't; that what's left in the end, when we're all dead? False hope?

There is fear in her eyes, but something strong as well. Something that is not fake, but very, very real. Action. Her hand is shaking, but l can see her finger began to press the trigger. And then she collapses onto the ground. The gun clatters out of her hand, landing a few feet away from me.

More noise, more action, blurring before my eyes. I don't really know what's real anymore, anyways.

And then something, finally, something that l can understand. Monstrous, horrible rage, imploding inside of me, and expanding throughout me, at the sight of a certain someone.

Ivory. Ivory, you idiot. You just had to gt in my way, didn't you? Blood is not thicker then water. And you will die. l will break you and you will die. However,, illusions can't win fights. I can't win with just hope and rage. Ivory calmly pushes me to the ground, but l can see how he is shaking. I lick my lips, nervously. l never go back on my word. He has never doubted that. The cowman-l have no idea who she is at the least, though the people do seem to have some respect for her, snaps her fingers at me, as if l'm a feral dog. I feel like a dog, all snarling. But now there is nothing to hold me up, and l am all dead inside. There is nothing left to go for. And so I simply stay there, where l fell, sprawled out on the ground, red hair curling around me like tentacles of a living thing, but now simply a dying thing, because I can't get up anymore, I can't go on. There is nothing left for me. I consider-for brief moment, the satisfaction of silting Ivory's throat. But the anger and rage is gone now, leaving only ashes and a empty shell of emotion. There is nothing left. I can't cry I cant feel anything. There is nothing left.

I am faintly aware of some sweet-smelling smoke curling around me, wispy bits drifting colorfully around my bright hair, before the world gets fuzzy at the edges and I began to black out. I don't care, anymore. Let anything happen at this point.

Cammwren~

“You did...what?” l'm more confused then surprised—i think that right now nothing could surprise me anymore.

Ivory give me a curious look. “Well isn't not exactly like l had a say in the matter. And my cousin was trying to kill me, so...And the fact that they have manged to escape nearly every prison we could put them in, so really the only way was to make sure they were kept out cold.”

l sigh, a deep breath rattling through me.

“You do know,” Ivory says slowly, “that the only reason that this whole mess is here is that they escaped, by some sort of explosion or the other. If they hadn't, everything would have been in place.”

Explosion? I know naught of what you speak. I most certainly have never set off an explosion that you speak of.

Ivory narrows his eyes at me, but he say nothing about the matter. l give him a charming smile, leaning back in the chair. “How convenient that there just happened to be an explosion to free them. I do wonder who set that off.”

Ivory says nothing to the fact, preferring to turn away from me, as the computer monitor seems very interesting all of a sudden.

“Quite a lot of damage done to the ventilation system,” he mutters to the wall. “There seems to be something...rattling around in there.”

I ignore him, drumming my fingers on the table for a few seconds. “Do you ah, know exactly what they mean to do with them? Keeping them locked up and all would be nice, but do they have something else in mind?”