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Saana~

In blur of noise and colour, a group of policemen storm into the building. Through half-closed eyes I watch in a sort of twisted amusement as the officers slowly recognize the people around the room. One of them jumps as if he's seen a ghost when he notices Andy, and I let out a quick, harsh laugh that quickly dissolves into bloody coughing. As if he could do anything to hurt them in such a state. But they wouldn't know that. Of course they wouldn't. All they see is a monster, something to keep in a cage, incapable of goodness or emotion.

A couple of policemen stand near Will, Zandi, and Gem, questioning and fussing over them. They look exhausted. Another officer is examining Leopold’s body. A jolt of horror shoots through me. I killed Leopold. While that may have been good for us at first, the police probably wouldn’t look too kindly upon my killing anyone. They may have heard rumours that I’d killed before, but never had they found any evidence that it was me. That was mainly why when I was first captured I was forced to work with the vigilantes rather than serve time in prison. And Zandi… we had promised her that we wouldn’t kill anyone. It had been a long time since anyone’s promised had mattered to me, but somehow… hers did. She would probably hate me now. I mean, she probably already did. It was stupid of me to think I could ever have friends in the first place.

I close my eyes in pain. When I open them again a young policeman is standing over me, looking terrified. Honestly. My arm is broken, and badly bound, I have a bullet in my side, I’m unarmed, and I’m not even sixteen yet. What could I do to him?

An ambulance pulls up next to the building for all those who are injured - so, basically all of us. I catch a glimpse of Andy as the police escort him towards the door. My stomach clenches painfully as I see him go. Whatever happens, I think, please let Andy be alright.

And then, just as he reaches the doorway, he stops and turns. “Saana, I love you.”

My vision blurs with tears as I’m loaded into the ambulance. “I love you too,” I whisper, but it’s too late - the door shuts close, and he doesn’t hear me.

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~Tariana

As soon as I was able to stand without falling over immediately, I stumbled my way out of the room. My head was still foggy, but I could keep one thought. Have to stop this. The battle was still going as far as I could tell, but I wasn't really in any shape to join. In one lighted room, I catch sight of a phone. It takes a couple minutes to drag my way to the table, another minute to catch my breath, another to remember the phone number (1-9-9? 9-2-1?) and shakingly push the numbers. I can't remember what I said to the answerer, but I hear sirens pretty soon. They came. I'm relieved until I realize that I'm probably sentencing Rex and Saana to jail. They're criminals even if they helped us. I lean back against the wall, eyes closed. I'm sorry guys. I don't know what else I could have done. The next second I realize I have to get out. I don't know why, but I really don't want to be questioned. The fog's definitely thinner, I can make my way out of the building without bumping into the wall. I manage a few more blocks before I collapse. I'm sorry. I think before blackness closes in

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Hi guys, it's Burr. I'm trying to write something, but I'm having trouble. I keep starting over because it just doesn't sound right. :P I'll do my best to finish and post as soon as possible. Keep it up, you guys! Don't let it drop!

Zandibar~

“Zandibar? Hold on, Zandi. The police are here. You’ll be ok. Just hold on, you’ll be ok.” It’s Dawnstreak’s voice, coming from beside me. She sounds so tired. Poor thing. We all are, aren’t we? But it will be over soon.

“Hold on, Zan,” echos Will. I feel her grab my hand and hold it.

“Is everyone… ok?” I whisper, my eyes finding her face.

“We don’t know yet, Zan. The police don’t want to take Saana and Rex to the hospital because of security,” she answers.

“Wh-what? But they could… could die! They’re hurt… and they fought with us. They’re heroes…” I gasp out, struggling a little to speak clearly.

“I know, I know,” Dawnstreak replies, “I think they’re going to take them. They’re loading Rex into the ambulance now.” Rex. He wanted me to call him Andy, his real name. Because he’s a person, just like me, just like Saana, just like Shaia and Skylar and Dawnstreak. Dawnstreak?

“Dawnstreak,” I ask, searching for her eyes, “What’s your name?”

“Tariana. My name is Tariana.”

“Tariana…” I say it, let it settle in the air above my lips, “It’s a pretty name.”

“Saana! I love you!” It’s Andy’s voice, coming from the doorway. He’s still alive, then. Good. And that means Saana is too. But what about…

“Gem! Is Gem alright?”

“They took her to the hospital. They say she’ll be fine.” There’s something hesitant in Will’s voice. I don’t know why, but it makes me uneasy.

“And her mother… arrested?” A pause.

“Zandi, we need to get you to the hospital. We all need to get fixed up.”

“Will... tell me now.” Dawnstreak finally replies:

“They… they didn’t take her. They say they’re going to take Gem out of her custody and put her under house arrest, but they’re not taking her in. Innocent until proven guilty, right?” I admire Dawnstreak’s hope. She doesn’t give up easily, that girl. Will squeezes my hand gently and I try to squeeze back.

“They haven’t taken her yet. There’s still going to be a trial, remember?” Now the light above me is being blocked by something, I think it’s someone’s head. Yes, it has to be, because there’s a voice I don’t recognize coming from above me.

“Skylock, are you awake? We’re going to move you. Don’t worry, you’re going to be ok…” And now it’s too hard to stay strong; they’re moving me onto a stretcher and it hurts, it hurts, my whole body hurts. I’m being carried, jostled a little, and every bump aches. I catch a glimpse of the doorway as I leave, of blood on the floor. Now I’m surrounded by white light, people’s faces, words. A mask is held over my face, I breathe in the sickly sweet scent, and it all fades away.