Some lovely depressing depressingness for y'all because that seem to be the order of the day. Also, could we maybe move the plot along more? l feel like nothing is actually happening here. 

Embry~

One. Repete everything you know to be true. That's what they told me, after l came home from AYA. The doctors blamed my temporary mental breakdowns on the tramagic night our school burned. They didn't know any of it. They didn't know how it felt to be like a trapped animal, to face death a thousand times and yet somehow still be alive. 

And yet l still listened to them. They thought that they could fix me, so l listened.

But now there's only one thing l know to be true.

l'm going to die.

We're all going to die. 

None of them can see it. None of them realize it. As l look around, to their grim, but stubborn and very much alive faces, l wonder how they see this really coming out.

We're just kids, kids with training and skills, yes, but we're still kids. We're trying to save the world, but we're mostly dead and just going on lies and wickedly dead hope. What are we, anymore? We're basically trying to take down a world-wide orginazation's plan, with what? Sheer will power? Rainbows and hope? We need a plan, or we're not getting anywhere.

But l don't know anymore.

l don't know about anything.

Cammwren~

It is, perhaps, in those most important and life-changing moments, that you began to question what it is exactly you're doing.

It is as the timer on the computer screen slowly ticks down to a meaningless number that will mean everything to the world, l wonder if things could have gone differently. If instead of being drafted by EVIL, l was a normal person with a normal life and normal problems. Or if somewhere along the way, l had quit all of this and gotten away while l still could.

But you can never doubt yourself, because suddenly everything falls apart and you regret so very much.  

l regret nothing.

That's what l tell myself, what l've always told myself. But the things we thing to be so solid, our lives, our futures, everything that we trust in, is as fragile as glass. It could all fall apart, just like that. Nothing is certain. Everything is chaos. 

So what do these numbers, and the future that they bring forth, guarantee? Peace, hope, a better world for everyone. The end of war, of pain. 

They promise to change everything. l know this is truth.

And yet l can't help thinking that what this world needs isn't change or those playing hero, it needs defense against so-called do-gooders. Many can quest for change under the flag of justice, peace, and freedom.  No one ever does. 

Okay if it is not too late to enter...

Name: Cam 

Female

Former Agency/ies: if this means from the last book no

Appearance: long messy blonde hair, silver owl necklace, gold earrings, popular but not the bratty type, freckles across her nose, silver Blue eyes that seem to have gears shift inside

Personaltity: outgoing , smart, a small ego, crazy around friends, icy around enemy, loyal and risky, dangerous and funny around her posy

Currently doing: Living with her best friend, both parents abandoned her when she was 2. Working on tutoring/student teacher making $70 per day.

AGE: 17 

Clover~

May stares disbelievingly into the empty room. I can hear her whispering, "No. No. Where is Marcia? She has to be here!" then louder, to me, "Clover, do you think EVIL took them somewhere else?" I slowly shake my head.

"No. They can't have. There wouldn't be a dead guard in the hall if EVIL relocated them. Even EVIL wouldn't leave a dead body in the middle of the hallway. They must have escaped." 

"How'll we find them? They could be anywhere by now!" May cries in desperation. I think back to my training for tracking people. Process of elimination. Where do you KNOW the person isn't? I hear my teacher's voice in my head and mentally answer it: They can't be down the hall we came from because we would have seen them. I start walking down the corridor the oppisit way May and I came. May follows me down the straight path until it branches off into a fork.

"Now what?" May and I say in unison. We look at each other and smile. Look for something the person might have left behind. Like Hansel and Gretle. I start scanning the ground, looking for 'crumbs'. I see something shiny into the left fork and go to pick it up. When you come to a fork in the road, pick it up. My dad told me that. I feel a bubble of laughter rising in my throat. It's a hair pin. Doesn't Roselyn wear hair pins? 
"And at least hair pins don't get eaten by birds!" I say, succumbing to the laughter. 

"What?" May gives me a confused look.

"Birds don't eat hair pins!" I explain, unhelpfully. I'm still laughing. May stares at me, allarmed. She probably thinks that dead guard sent me off the deep end. Maybe it has. I show her the hair pin, saying, "Look! Roselyn's hair pin! They went this way!" I point down the left fork. Realization flows over May's face.

"We're on the right track! Let's go!"