Wow, I can't believe this is still going! It's one of the most epic roleplays ever created. And it just made me so happy to see all of you so happy that you can continue this! =)

May~

I move over to Clover, and put my hand on her shoulder.

"Clover's right, we can't give up and rot away down here! We need to persist, and carry those who fall until they can get up again! I may not have any spy training like the rest of you, but I know that one thing you need is perseverance! Determination to keep going! So who's going to help stop that bomb?!"

I stand, silence surrounding, except for Mason's dying laughter. I look around. No one. Until Clover tugs my arm.

"Fine," she says to everyone, "We'll go do it ourselves."

She pulls me away, and as we leave, I catch a glimpse of Marcia. She hasn't said anything for quite sometime, just... thinking. Or maybe she's trying to process everything? Or maybe..... she's just shut down.

Marcia~

Mason.... haha, it's pointless to dream of it. He's only ever loved Katara, even after all that has happened. Ever since our days at AYA, all throughout these hard times, even now..... I give up. It's a lost cause chasing him, lIke trying to chase the shadows of clouds as a child, it always moving to quick, until it's gone. I stand slowly, walking along the walls away from everyone, and leave. It's pointless to stay here and mope. We have a mission, and I intend to finish it.

Where is everybody? It seems as if EVIL has been abandoned, aside from us and bad dreams.

Where is that bomb hidden? It has to be somewhere in the building, right?

I continue on, passing the prison, where we first arrived here. It's funny, it feels as if we've been stuck here for months, years even, when it's truly only been a week or so. I can barely remember everything that's happened, only bits and pieces are clear. When I joined EVIL in an attempt to see what they were planning, capturing and fighting with Mason, the explosion..... May..... why was she here with us, anyway? Why would she put herself in this situation? Why did any of us do this?!

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of heels on tile, approaching me, the click of a gun being reloaded. A cold, smooth voice whispers behind me.

"Don't worry. These are only sleeping darts. After all, what's the use of a dead hostage?" 

Okay! Did a bit of research, and getting shot in the shoulder is probably going to amount to a lot of screaming, bleeding, and dying. See, you have about two major arteries in your upper arm/shoulder, plus a bundle of nerves that control said arm and if the ball-and-socket joint of your shoulder gets shattered, there's no way it's going to be able to get back to functioning. Fun, no? Let's hope someone's character has instantly developed some sort of medical skills because if not, he's going to die. 

Cammwren~

Bang.

And then fire. And then something. But suddenly I feel very drowsy and not really aware of anything. My heartbeat feels very loud all of a sudden and then very soft. Huh. So she actually did it. I don't know what l thought of her, if indeed l've ever thought anything of her. Katara was a fact, as it seemed. but she was, only human. l didn't think she would. 

How we have changed. 

Whump.  

i start drifting off--maybe l fell? l don't know. Sharp voices jerk me back to reality, but everthing is red and I can't breath. and then the darkness pulls me under again, and the sharp voices up again, until it becomes this infinite, unending cycling, black, red, black, red, and now l wonder, of all things, why won't they let me sleep, it's all going to be fine because there's no reason to worry so just let me sleep. 

My heart beats slower and softer, and softer, til I'm barely aware of the one sound l can hear. If it stopped l'd finally be able to sleep. just sleep. That's all I want.  

We all must be going crazy. Since when did that become suprising? I'm not sure, not really. I don't think that I ever realized how crazy this was, all of this. End. This needs to end.

End.

End.

End.

End.   

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Eh, well, this better motivate peoples to take action, so. Annnnd l've also completely lost track of who they're fighting. Like, what's preventing them from leaving now? 

I did some research on burns. Sweet, charrie-loving me has not put Rosy in nearly enough pain as she should be. I'm guessing the explosion would result in third degree burns. She can't actually feel the pain because her nerve endings have been destroyed. She can no longer regulate her body temperature. 

Actually, this isn't a realistic outcome to grabbing an exploding object to absorbe the force. It would have been much worse. Okay? NOT REALISTIC. Don't go grabbing exploding things. Unless you're saving your friends.  

Roselyn~

EVIL is taking us out. One by one.  

I watch the drama unfold through eyes blurred with tears. Most of my brain doesn't understand what's happening, like I'm in a weird dream that takes a turn for disaster. 

A gunshot explodes through the air.

So familiar. I remember Carrie shooting targets in the backyard, yelling things at me that I couldn't hear because I was covering my ears.  

Someone screams.

Maybe Cammwren. Maybe Mason. We'll never make it out alive. This is the final mission. 

Katara turns towards me. Her face is fractured into a thousand emotions. She looks past me, staring at the wall.

I think she's sobbing. Or laughing.

I tear my gaze away, pushing my head against the wall, closing my eyes; wishing it all away. 

Suddenly, like a deep, cold prick in my floating, wavering consciousness, it suddenly registers that Cammwren is dying. I don't feel shocked or hurt. Somehow my emotions just can't go any farther down. Instead, I feel the need to reach out and say, "it's okay, it's okay," even though it really isn't.

I realize I'm crying again. My head aches from dehydration, and yet I still manage to cry. My tears quickly turn into shaking sobs. Once I start shaking, I can't stop. My body keeps vibrating and shivering. Even though I can feel the dried sweat on the back of my neck, I'm also aware of the goose bumps rising on my arms. Cold. The word feels like snowflakes, frozen ponds, and soft, grey light. My head floats dizzily. I keep shivering. Crazy concepts slip into my mind. I hear a voice, and think it's Carrie's, even though common sense is screaming that it's Madison's. 

I still feel the need to reach out, even though I don't know why.

Cammwren is dying.

"It's okay, it's okay," I murmer, even though it's not.  

~

Clover~

We need to defuse the bomb. That much is certain, but even as I lead May and Marcia[? I think she's here?] away I can't shake the feeling that we shouldn't be splitting up again. It didn't work out last time at all, and the others could be captured while we're gone... die, even. None of them are in very good shape. Especially that boy, Cammwren. He was bleeding so much...

"May?" I ask, stopping suddenly, "We need to go back."

"We can't, Clover. We have to stop this bomb before anyone is killed. We have to finish this."

"But the others... that boy. I think he... he could die, May." 

"But even more people could die if we don't keep this bomb from going off. Don't the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few?" May says hesitently, "I don't like it anymore than you, Clover, but we have a job to do. Besides, Madison's there. She's training to be a nurse, isn't-"

Suddenly, Marcia, who hasn't said a word since leaving, grabs May's arm. I register a small click, then a regulated, chillingly familliar voice says,

"Don't worry, these are only sleeping darts. After all, what's the use of a dead hostage?" I freeze. The voice continues, "No, don't turn around, any of you. Clover, put that backpack down." It's Mrs. Parks.

You idiot! I berate myself, Why didn't you put one of those pens in your pocket? Stupid girl, this is what happens when you forget your training. Stupid! 

"I'm waiting, Clover."

Is there any way I can get one without her seeing?

"In five seconds I'll shoot. One. Two..."

THINK, Clover! Do something!

"Three. Four. Fi-" I pull the strap off my arm but don't let go. Instead, I swing the bag around, adding my own force to it, then release it as I face Mrs. Park. The heavy bag soars forward, slamming into her feet and sweeping her legs out. She collapses and the gun skitters just out of reach. 

"Run!" I shout, sprinting for the end of the hallway. I have to go for the bomb now. I know I haven't disabled Mrs. Park, just gained some time, and she'll be after us as soon as she gets her gun.

I turn left through the passage, trusting that May and Marcia will follow me. I know the way to the bomb and Marcia can defuse it. We just have to get there before Mrs. Park catches us. 

As for the others... I have to hope that Madison has enough sense left to keep Cammwren from dieing.

@ Rosebud, so does your charrie have third degree burns?   I just wanted to double check. Third degree burns can kill your skin thus resulting in having parts of your body's skin removed to place over the dead skin. The skin may regenerate with the new piece or die completley. I just wanted to see so I could cover it in my post. I'm not sure that EVIL would have any of the equipment to fix that. I'm also trying to find anyway to fix it without the use of a real doctor. So far I've been emptyhanded. But if this is what you truly want, I'll go with it. I'm not trying to force you to make you do anything, and I apologize sincerley if it comes off that way. I know you've done your own reseach with this, and you know what your doing. So just say the word and I'll try to "fix" Roselyn, but probably just stall the envidable. I love you and your writing, ohhh you have so many cool attributes! Again sorry if this came off the wrong way, and if there is anything specific you want me to do just say that too! Okay, sorry for wasting some of your time. I'll go back to typing. (:'0

I'll post soon after Buggy's post shows up, hopefully!

I don't want to rush you Lindsey, but I think your characters are with Clover right now. :D So hopefully posting as Katara won't rush things for you. If it does let me know, and I will step back to let you write whatever :D

If I do remember correctly it was a lazer that shot through Cammwren. But since most of us think it's a gun, let's just go with that. :D 

Mason~

Madison~

A switch flipped inside me, as I watched Cammwren's blood spray against the walls. Something screamed out, and my head swam with different scenerios. I had blocked everything out, focusing my memory. I swear I saw a medical closest a few hallways down. Next to me Roselyn I hear whisper, "It's okay, it's okay." Grabbing Roselyn's I squeeze it reasurringly. "Yes, yes it is. Everything is going to be just fine." I pray to let my words be the truth.

I ran to Cammwren's side, examining the wound.  Luckily the ball socket joint wasn't harmed. It was a narrow pass. A few more inches, and Cammwren would have been in some real trouble. The bullet went all the way through, and appears to have clipped the Subclavian and Axillary artery. Fortunetly enough the arm can still get blood from the heart without going through the Axillary. The wound is swollen, a sign of internal bleeding. It's an obvious penetrating trauma, a wound from an outside force. I frantically search for anything to tighten around the arteries so the blood won't pump out of it. Seeing Ivory unconcious gives me an idea. Grabing his shirt I rip out the bottom to make long fabic pieces.  After having two long strips I tie them on each side of the wound to block off any blood. I pull it as tightly as I can, he can't loose to afford anymore blood as it is. Stealing some more of Ivory's shirt I push it hard agains the wound. More pressure = less blood. 

"Rosie, come here I need your help please. " Her poor face is pale, her dark brown eyes swallowed by bags. Her body shakes violently, she seem to be in a daze. My heart lurches, I can't stand seeing her like this. Running back to her, I shake her very lightly. She needs to snap out of this. Now that I was looking at her more clearly I saw the signs of dehydration, and possibly shock. It seemed that most everyone was. I pull her into a hug, a brief one. "Come on Rosie, we can save his life. We have to try." Leading her over, I move her hands onto Cammwren's wound. "I need to you place as much pressure as you possible can right here."  As soon as she does, I run for the door. My legs needed to move faster down these forsaken hallways. Shadows danced along them, creating more distrubing images with every second.

Skidding to a stop, I fling open the door. My hands seach frantically for the needed materials. Lidocaine, anitbotic, needle, thread, bandages, annd that should do it. Familair click clacks, and the voice of Clover. They must've gone down this way, wait a sec. Clover doesn't wear heels! At least, I don't thinks she does.. Unmistankingly,   her voice echoes through the corridors. They need our help! I'm coming, just let me do this first. Running back to my friends, my thoughts fill with wishes that I didn't make the wrong choice.

Back at Cammwren's side I begin to address the wound with antiboitc. We certainly don't want this to get infected. His eyes were glazed. "No, no, no ,no. Camm, you need to stay with me." He was slipping into shock faster than I anticipated. Most likley the loss of blood.  Shock could be life threatening. "Camm, look at me. Come on look at me. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, and you're not going anywhere. Keep focused on me okay?" I say this gently smacking his face, hopefully to keep him from slipping.

"Thanks Rosie." I had to move her hands away, she just wansn't present. Please, please, please be okay!  "Alright now time for the pain reliever. This, lidocaine should numb the wound. This is going to hurt for a sec." Stickin the syringe in, I squeeze all of the Lidocaine out. Now for the stitches. Threading the needles was hard, but definetley not as hard as weaving it in and out through his skin. Sticking the patch over both sides of the hole, my lungs finally suck in air. This should do, for now.  I rest my hand on Rosie's quivering shoulder as I grab more  of Ivory's shirt. He might have some bone fractures, so a sling for the shoudler would be better than any splint. Just to be safe. Finally, we were on the other side of most of the trouble.

"You still with me Cammwren, Rosie?" I hope my small talk might be able to reach them. Embry. Probably in shock. Katara, there are just somethings you can't fix. I also need to address that cut on her hand. Then Rosie, what!? A third degree burn!? Her hand was shrivled and black. I gagged, I don't think there was anything I could do about that. I'm not a professional, not by anymeans. "Rosie, why didn't you say anything!?" Duh, she probably didn't even know she had any burns. Tears prick at the back of my eyes as I quickly bandaged it. I tried everything I could to stop it from spreading. This is all I could do for now, but she needed a hospital. A real one. 

Butterflies flutter through the knots in my stomach as I made my way toward Katara. I hate to admit this, but she scares me. She was just as lethal and dangerous as Cammwren, but weren't we all? What emotion was displayed on her face, I can't tell. Moving quickly, the antibiotic and bandage were placed on. She reaked of death, mostly her own. Shadows covered her eyes, dull, and dark. "Embry, you can do this. Just breath."  Please, please, come back to your senses. Shaking her violently I quickly scatter back the closet. Careful not to be caught. Swiftly making my way back I toss what I've stolen onto the floor. Food, and water. I give everyone a little bit, helping those who are a bit dazed. We needed this, and it felt good to have a break. But we can't take breaks. Our lives, and the world's were in danger. Anger boils inside me, like a kettle I decide to voice what I have to say.

"Are you all insane?!" Oops, rhetorical question. "I can't believe you! Just sitting around like a bunch of lumps. Don't you realize the pressure we are in?!" I felt like I was talking to myself. "Of course you do, I mean you're all breaking under it. I'm not sure if you understand, but a thirteen year old. A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD, decided to do what you big kids can't. She is going to risk her life.  Oh, don't forget about May, a girl who has no training what so ever. They are going to do the impossible, and you idiots can't pull yourself up and get back in the saddle. Marcia is the only sensiable one here. She realized she needed to pull her weight, and she took a chance. They are off, probably scared to death, to do the right thing. I can't imagine how terrified they all must be. Even so, they are doing what they truly believe is right.  If you can't do this when I ask nice, then I am going to push you until you get going." I glare at each of them in turn, purposefully not looking at my brother.

"Emby,  you never wanted to be here in the first place. Your cousin, Ivory. Yeah, he's a jerk. So? My mother is a bully, and so is Katara's dad. Let's face it, no family is perfect. People get confused, misplaced. But that doesn't mean you have to become like them. His plan is working, he's using you." Her spine stiffens, is she coming out of it?  "Are you seriously going to lie there, and let Ivory control you? Are you going to be his little lap dog? If you aren't I suggest you pull yourself together. Get back on that horse and try again. Don't let him, show him who's boss. You are, but are you going to get your dominance back?!"

"Katara," Ohhh, there were a lot of things I could say about Katara. "Focus on what you know is real, don't let fear cloud your judgement. Killing your sister, I can't even imagine. But it's what you had to do. You know that. It was either you, or her. One of you was going to die, and I'm just glad it wasn't you. She was corrupt, and at that point not even human. But you are, you feel bad. Who wouldn't? But, now that you've felt it you need to get over it. You can't live in grief forever. I know it hurts, but that's just it. It's always going to hurt. So unless you decide to forgive yourself and get over it. That bridge is never going to be fixed." This girl was capable of killing, we all are to an extent. The scary thing was, she was probably the one most willing to do it.

"Cammwren, I'm only going to say this once. I know that you probably can't hear even half of what I'm saying. Even so, this is the side your own. Ours. I don't want to hear any complaints. You couldn't really pick yourself, so I'll just pick for you. This one. So when you get your head cleared up, you better not pick the wrong side. Or you'll have me to answer to."

"And Rosie-" I CAN'T TAKE IT. Mason's laughing had just been increasing in volume, and I couldn't ignore it anymore. I just can't. I know I didn't want to, but I had to. All I wanted was to curl up at his feet and begg him to come back. But begging doesn't do anything. Mason showed me that when Katara stil fired at Cammwren. I glare icily at the boy against the wall. That thing was no longer my brother. I don't know who that is, I couldn't help but snap.

Making giant strides, I grabbed the collar of Mason's shirt. Using all of my strength, I lift him up and slam him against the wall. "Mason, for Pete's sake, SHUT. UP. SHUT. YOUR. FLIPPING. MOUTH. You are pathetic! You cracked, and just when we needed you most. I thought you would always be there for me, and now what you're just going to give up and die?!" A smirk appears on his mouth, and I go ballistic. Rearing my free hand back, I slap him accross the face. This is the second time I've ever done this. The smile wipes away, and a blank doll like stare is its replacement."Get your mind out of the gutter and shape up your worhtless piece of junk. I hate you! Do you hear me?! I HATE YOU!" Those eyes, those blank and empty eyes, they aren't his. Who did they belong to? Where was Mason, my Mason? I'm lost and scared. I don't have my brother to protect me. My family has left me alone. Completley alone. But I won't let this stop me. "The Mason I knew wouldn't give up, he would rise to the occasion. Do anything to save those he cared for. So this is who you've become now is it? Disgusting. You just a coward, and I hate cowards. I hope I never see you again!" It's true, I never wanted to see him again. I wanted my brother, and that swine was nowhere close to him. I thought I would've cried. But, I wasn't. I then threw him to the groud. He didn't do a single thing to stop his fall. He just layed there, crumpled, like a sack of flour, a ragdoll, a toy.  I resist the urge to kick him, twice.

"Alright, so I don't know about you sorry logs, but I'm going to help the true heros here. So either you come with me, or you stay here. Stay here and remeber that you failed. Don't be a failure. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. Wheather you listen to me or not is up to you." I know I shouldn't leave Cammwren here, unattended. But he was almost awake anyway. I did what I had to, but now I had to save  my friends. My mother was going after them, but I wasn't going to let her harm a single hair on their heads. This was a rematch I had been itching for, and one I wasn't going to loose. Mother, watch your back. Clover, don't do anything rash. You're just a kid. May, do anything you can, but be smart about it. Marcia, I wish you were still here. I think maybe you could help Mason. He needs you.

Giving Rosy a quick hug, I whisper in her ear to do what she thinks is right. I tie up Ivory with what's left of his tattered shirt.

Then I take off running.

Look out Mom, cause here I come!