Haha, thanks Linds. Also, Katydid and Burr thanks so much for the support. Sorry, I can blow things out of proportion, a lot. Sorry I was such a downer, I'll try to fix that. I didn't mean to cause a scene, I can (always) be an air head. It was mostly to explain a good reason as to why I just left you waiting for a post. So sorry to bother you with that!! OH MY GOODNESS KATYDID.  You are sooooo gonna rock that thing! You have such a gift, and you're gonna shine like the star you are! I'll keep you in my prayers!

Also Shadow I liked the way you did portray Mason. Using your point of view and perspective of him was really cool to read!

Type tomorrow hopefully! 

Thanks you guys! You made me very happy :D its been a wonderful weekend, and I've got stuff accomplished! I'm very happy with how much I've improved on flute and writing and as a person!!

Also Buggy its fine XD. I do that all the time ;p

And thank you for the birthday wishes! I am now 15 *dances* Its pretty great! And its mothers day too so ;p 

Yay for Katy! I'm so sorry, I had tried to get your "gift" done by tonight, but I have to go to bed now. >:( I'll post it tomorrow! Sorry it couldn't have been on your birthday!

Awww its fine. You can finish tomorrow ;D

Love y'all!

(Is trying to remember if she already made a post with thanks yous....)

Katy.......HAPPY BIRTHDAY! WHOOHOOO! I'm so glad that you were brought into this world, so many people would never be as happy as they are now without you in their life. I can safely say you have changed my life for the better!

Madison~

Silence echoes down these empty halls. Ones of massacre, death.  It reeks of sadness, lost hope. What kind of laughter rang out here? Did anyone laugh at all? People are still people no matter who they are or what they did. Feelings, sounds, experiences, and memories. These things decide who we were. How we reacted to them, how we created them. How we hurt people. How we help people. What kind of person was Elisha? What did she feel? How badly was she hurting inside? My mother, who was she? Why does she do these things, did she ever love anyone? Did she love Mason, me, did she even love dad?

Shadows stretched into painful memories, shades of regret. I hold onto them, they've changed me into who I am. Was I good? I like to think so, does my mother think she's on the right side? Who is really "evil" in all of this? Some people do things out of fear for others, some for themselves.

Adrenaline and anxiety propel me forward, my steps a quiet march. Who was I more afraid of? My inhumane mother, or what I could do to her? It doesn't matter now, I'll do whatever it takes to save my family. My real family. Blood means nothing anymore. Family is the people who never leave your side, the people you care for. Oh, Katara, there were so many things I still have to say. I don't think badly of you, well. Not really anyway. Rosie, just stay safe. I don't think I could do this if you weren't here.

Drawing nearer, my heart quickens. A dart gun slides through the hallways into my ears. I'm here. Peeping around the corner I see May crumple to the ground. Her hazel eyes disappeared behind her eyelids. The woman stood above her, one pair of heels in hand. Her long brown hair was pulled up by a clip. Slacks looked strange in this environment. Her silky voice slithered chunks of ice into my veins, "Clooover~ I know you're here with your little AYA spy traitor. Come out, come out wherever you are. I won't hurt you, yet.."

A strange sense of determination filled my chest. Fueling it with all of the things she's done wrong, cruelty she threw upon others.  Moving toward her stealthily, she opens a door. I'm so close, I can smell her. (Which wasn't hard because of the amount of perfume this lady had poured on herself.)

"Ohh, there you are. You both look so tired, why don't I help you take a nice little na-" Using all of my force, I launch at her. The air from her gun whooshes by as we fall to the ground. She missed her target, but not by very much.  Landing on top of her, I press her limbs to the ground. Her eyes were wild, teeth grited. Her prominent features were elegant, but twisted with the expression she gave. "Madison!" She overpowers me using her legs. Flinging me off she somersaults backwards onto her feet. Keeping my eyes focused on her I speak to Clover and Marica, "Go. I'll hold her back."

A sickening smile appears on her face, "Oh Mads, you couldn't even if you tried your hardest. You've always been a burden. To think that I carried you around for nine months! If I had known you would become like this, you would have never been born alive." Tears threaten to compromise my vision. Holding them back, we circle each other. She raises her dart gun. Using my leg, I kick it out of her hands. I get caught in the stomach while reaching for the gun. The air was forced out of my lungs. Grabbing her hands while falling, I use my momentum to throw her over my head. Quickly standing up, I thrust my elbow into her throat. She dodges, rolling over. She then grabs my head and smacks it to the floor.

Numbing pain splattered across my face. Taking a breath and snatching her hand, it almost snaps. While performing the arm breaking move her foot trips me. Pouncing on top of me she attempts to grab the dart gun. Forcing a sit up, the tables turn. Now, I was pinning her down. Her left arm breaks free and nails me in the right eye. She shakes me free as my eye swells. Wiping my bleeding nose I search for a blind spot. Bingo.

Spinning back up to her turned back I yank on her hair. She tumbles backwards, chunks of hair in my hand. "You'll pay for this!" Rearing up she slaps me, my battered face taking the blow. Advancing on me, she thrusts me against the wall. One hand on my throat, the other clutching her high heel. My air is running out, and struggling wasn’t doing anything.

Grunting with effort her high heel jams into my left eye. Screaming out with agonizing pain, my legs kick her away. Pain streamed out my eye in the form of blood. Placing one hand over it, the other pulled out the footwear.  I couldn’t help but kick out and yelp from the stinging. My vision was shot, with one eye swollen and the other… Blurrily I see the dark gun. Snatching it, I take a shady shot for my mother. Her gasp was the the last thing that came before heavy breathing. “Oh moms, I did hold you back because I tried my hardest. Who’s the weak one now?” Looking at her, I can’t help but feel sympathy. We could’ve been friends, family. Could’ve, but we aren’t.

I drag myself to May’s limp body, whimpering all the while. Cradling her head, prayers filled mine. Please let back up come for Clover and Marcia. Sleep pulled at my eyelids.

Mason~ (This takes place just before Shadow’s post)

So this is was insanity felt like? Pity and shame kept me chained underneath the surface of sanity. The sludge was thick and murky. Embarrassed at my lack of strength to stay strong, I let the goo fill my lungs. Who knows what’s going on out there. I hated myself, and Madison’s words had sunk in. Even she hated me, I don’t blame her. Ever since dad died I couldn’t forgive myself. It seemed that everything that had gone wrong was all my fault. The nauseating feeling was overcoming me again. Worthless, useless, broken. Madi was too true, I had just left everyone on their own. It couldn’t have been helped though. Everyday I cracked underneath the surface everyday. I was going to break sooner or later, it just happened to be then. Cowardly, that defined me. It’s true, I was. By staying down here I didn’t have to face my problems. Immature. For sure, that was me. The pain outside, was it really worse than my own thoughts? In here I had no one, I was alone. And I forced myself to relive any mistake I had ever made. Breaking? I was beyond that. Shattering was more accurate. Being down here just reminded me of how much I truly hated myself. I’m so tired. If I just let go…

A soft electric shock flutters through me. Only one person made me feel like this.

Katara.

Focusing, I tried to reconnect with my body. Just to see what she was up to. I can’t control myself anymore but, I can still understand what might be happening around me. Her words are shaky, yet strong. They seep into me.

Who knew, I always thought Marcia hated me because I was annoying to be around. Listening on she says, “I’ve never really deserved you, but I never, ever will.” What? Was that a nice way to tell me she doesn’t like me? Stupid, I’m so, so, so stupid! She probably felt pressured because of my feelings for her. I never should have-

“I really do love you Mason. I really, really do.” My heart skipped a beat. Could she really, feel the same way I feel about her? The chains around me seem to loosen a little. I could breathe.

“I know we are young, and immature, and obviously idiots, but I do know my feelings. Sure it might be because I am an emotional, stupid teenager, but you’re amazing.” No. Katara. You are so wrong. Amazing? Do you even know who I am? I’m weak, pathetic, a sad excuse of space.

“You’ve been amazing, and now you’ve broken. Because of me. I’m really sorry.” No! Please don’t be sorry. This isn’t your fault. It never was, and it never has been. I’ve been broken for such a long time, I tried to ignore it. But just because you ignore something doesn’t mean that it goes away. Ever since my dad died, I chipped a little more each day. It had nothing to do with you, well...mostly.

“You’ve loved me my pathetic existence and you never once gave up on me.” Pathetic?! You are anything but. You stayed so strong when so many have fled, through everything that life threw at you. That took bravery most people don’t even have a fourth of!

“I’ve let everybody down,” No, that was me. “and you’ve finally realized I’m not that pretty.” The morning sun doesn’t compare to your beauty. “I’m not that great.” You always surpassed any standard I had. “I’m not as amazing as I tried to be.” You never had to try. “I’m really a stupid coward.” So am I. “The easiest thing to do would be to get rid of myself,” No. I. Will. NOT. Let. You! This world would be grey without you, the sun wouldn’t rise. I realize now, that just leaving..is never the answer. The people we leave could grieve forever, and you’d leave behind a lot of people.

Even if I was stupid, a coward, immature, and rotten; I could still change! Be the person I want to be, for you. For me, and for everyone. I will no longer break, I’ll be strong. I won’t let anything happen to the ones that I care for. No one should suffer because of me, I’ve done enough of that. Don’t let your mistakes control you, learn from them. This is hard, I don’t want to go back. I really don’t, but for my family I’ll do anything. Why were my eyes so blind? I start to fight the chains holding me down. The ones I created.

Dad-I never could save you, but things have to happen. Sometimes we may never know why, but I won’t let your death be in vain. I’ll keep fighting for what you believed in. This is how I’ll preserve your memory. You were never really a father anyway.  So, I’ll remember the things you did well.

Madison- I’ve never been a good brother, you are such a great sister.  I want to show I don’t always need my “big” sister to save me. It’s okay, I’ll be there for you now.

AYA- I’m not a leader, never was. I still can’t be, but I’ll do whatever I can to save you. From this miserable we’ll all leave. You deserve to feel love, happiness. I want you too.

Katara- I should’ve looked for you. I shouldn’t have ever stopped. I could’ve save you from the abuse you were fed every day. Now I know better, and I won’t let you suffer like this anymore. Stop putting yourself down, it never helps. I understand now. We can do this, together. Let’s save the world, or die trying.

“If you loose yourself too....don’t forget about me.”

Fighting against the thick current, I struggle to the top. My head finally breaking the surface. Taking a breath, I felt my body take one too. Blinking, I see Katara. I take a quick look at my hands, just to make sure it was me before I gaze at Katara again. Shock and glee reflected in her crystal blue eyes.

I pull her into a tight hug, tears slip my eyes as I thanked her. She saved me, I almost lost myself. Lost down there, for who knows how long. I won’t do that to you again.

My voice finally works when I ask it too, “I could never forget about you. Oh Katara, you saved me. I’m such an idiot, I lost it. I just couldn’t, and it was never your fault. Things have been really hard ever since my dad died, but you’ve had it so much worse. And yet you stayed strong, and I look up to you in that aspect.” I wipe a tear away from her face, “You are not pathetic, in any way. You’ve dealt with so many things, and sure you may have fallen down sometimes. I did, but were human. We can’t always get it right the first time. We just have to get back up again and try. I’m sorry I just left everyone, I didn’t want to deal with all my mistakes. But I have to, in order to move. We both have to. They happened, and I’m so sorry. I’ve been such an idiot, and you never let anyone down. We all knew what you were going through was tough, no one expected you to lead. That my doing, I forced it onto everyone else. And-”

I choke on my words, it felt like I just wasn’t saying the right things. How could I make her understand? How much she meant to me, and the rest of the gang? “I guess, what I’m saying is, that I love you too.” I smile and laugh a little, “Gosh I’m so bad with words.” A small smile appears that the edges of her mouth. That was all I needed. I could go on, I had to. We could this. We can!

“Are you done now?” Cammwren was awake, ‘yay’. Katara and I look to him. If anyone could spoil a good feeling, it was Cammwren. Such a debbie downer, and it seemed like he never even tried to look at a situation with a different perspective.

“I am sorry, if that’s what you want to hear me say, none of us asked for this, but that doesn’t matter, we’re here and we need to get out. I hear there’s a bomb that needs defusing. Anyone?” His voice is tight. From the fact he was in pain, or he was actually willing to help? This was one strange day.

“That’s the first agreeable thing I’ve ever heard you say. And I want you to know something, don’t you dare do anything to Katara. She could’ve killed you, but she didn’t.  She was afraid you would hurt more people, to be honest we all were. I’m just glad you’ve finally gotten some sense into you. I guess that bullet actually did you some good.”  His eyes narrowed, and I’m pretty sure he wanted to strangle me if he could.

“Never mind that now, let’s go help Clover and the others. Let’s just get out of here alive. Embry, help guide Roselyn. We can’t just leave her here, and I’ll help you Cammwren.” Very reluctantly, Cammwren let me help him into the hallway. Embry gently guided Roselyn behind us. Didn’t get any more than a few steps when I realized that Katara wasn’t following us. “I’ll be right back,” I said leaning Cammwren against the wall. Jogging back into the room I go to Katara. Her small smile still on her face, “I don’t think we can do this.” I offer a smile back at her, “Honestly, I don’t think we can either. But with you, my other half, beside me. I know I can do anything.” My eyes took her in. He blue eyes were brighter than any saphire, and her hair perfectly framed her pulchritudinous features. My heart started to pound, she was more gorgeous than any star or galaxy. In that moment, I knew that I loved her.

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(Happy Birthday Katy! I wanted to give Katara time to act so it wasn’t like I just made him kiss her without her consent. Because, well, that would just be dumb of me. Also, I love your writing and just can’t get enough of it. Sooo, yeah. Hopefully this wasn’t too rushed.)

Buggy, I think that was the most spectacular thing you've ever written. Oh my goodness. 

Clover~

The only thing I can hear is our thundering, pounding feet, the quick tapping of high heels. How can she even run in those things? I wonder, very distantly. As I run I thrust things behind me: chairs, carts, anything I can move. Anything that could slow down Mrs. Parks. But the high heeled tapping is coming closer. Faster. Faster. We can't let her get us. Suddenly, the pattern breaks. A pair of footsteps falter, then slap the floor with no rhythm, a chair clatters. Marcia screams,

"May! What are you doing?!" and I spin around as the gun goes off, just in time to see May collapse. My heart jumps into my throat, I can't breathe. No! Not May! But she made a sacrifice for a reason. I cannot afford to waste it. 

Marcia stares at her twin's limp body in horror. I shriek something unintelligible about moving and not dieing, then grab Marcia's wrist and run. I can hardly feel my legs, but fingers and feet tingle with electricity. Adrenaline.

I spy an open door and hurdle inside, Marcia in tow. Slamming the door shut, I drop Marcia's arm and she slumps to the ground. Her entire body shakes as she sobs, head between her knees, arms wrapped around herself.

"Marcia..." I sit beside her, tentatively putting my arm around her, "Marcia, she isn't dead. It was just a tranq, and she's not dead. She's not." My heart seems to be stuck in my throat, choking me. I try to swallow it down, but tears leak out of my eyes. As I let them fall, my heart slips back into its accustomed place.

"Why did she do that?" Marcia murmers, her voice cracking, shaking, "Why did she put herself in danger? She's the sensible one. Why would she let herself get hurt?"

I squeeze Marcia tightly, whispering, "She did that for us, Marcia. She did it so we could keep going, so that we could destroy the bomb. She did it for the world. She did it for you."

Suddenly, the door creaks. "Clooover..." Mrs. Parks calls, discustingly like a mother calling her child, "I know you're in there, you and your little AYA spy traitor. Come out, come out, Clover. I won't hurt you... yet." The door swings open and I jump to my feet. I'm staring into the mouth of a tranquilizer pistol. Behind it is Mrs. Parks, who is somehow more terrifying. "Ohh, there you are. You both look so tired, why don't I help you take a nice little na-"

Out of nowhere, Madison tackles her. Madison! How is she here? She and her mother wrestle for a few seconds, then Madison's eyes fix on mine. "Go! I'll hold her back." She's right. We need to go. Now. I grab Marcia's hand.

"Come on! We have to." She nods and we race away. I feel like a coward, leaving Madison to her fate, leaving May, but there is nothing I else I can do. Nothing. This is the thing that will save lives. We must defuse this bomb for the good of humanity.

But just before I turn the corner, I take one look back. Just in time to see Mrs. Parks slamming her daughter's head into the floor.

But there is nothing I can do. Nothing but run.

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Our TWO YEAR anniversiary is tommorow, guys!

Two flipping years everybody! Owo

*parties* 

Wow, that's amazing! I'm glad to have been with you guys for one of those years! Congratulations on two!