“No!” I scream as he pushes me to the brick wall, his breath smelling like mint. He brings his face down to mine, and gives a bitter sweet smile.

“Cammy,” his voice is soft, “It’s over,” he whispers. But I know better.

“Leo, it’s only just begun,” I mumer only loud enough for him to hear. There is a blinding white light as my front door is kicked into women dressed in black approach us. Their hair slicked back, I shiver.

“I believe you know why we’re here,” the blonde one says. I shake my head not wanting to believe this. They are here for us, not only the last sane people, genetically mutated to change appearance, we have hid for so long, I still remember my mother’s last words, before they got her, don’t believe them, change is good, promise me they won’t get you. I promised her ?I would stay safe, promised her I wouldn't let her die for no reason. And what have i done with my life? Nothing that could have impressed her. I draw a shaky breath before shaking my head for a second time, unaware of what would happen. “You should have learned by now, that I don’t take no for an answer,” the black haired lady pulls a shotgun before I can register what happened, Leo is in front of me hs eyes trying so hard to stay open.

“Oh my god, what have you done?” I say softly already feeling my cheeks getting wet.

“I always knew I would take a bullet for you,” he was in pain, and I was sobbing hysterically. “And I  always knew you wouldn’t take one for me,” he says his eyes closing. My hands shake as I get up walking toward the women. I hold out my hands as they lead me away.

“It didn’t have to end like this.”

“No!” I scream as he pushes me to the brick wall, his breath smelling like mint. He brings his face down to mine, and gives a bitter sweet smile.

“Cammy,” his voice is soft, “It’s over,” he whispers. But I know better.

“Leo, it’s only just begun,” I mumer only loud enough for him to hear. There is a blinding white light as my front door is kicked into women dressed in black approach us. Their hair slicked back, I shiver.

“I believe you know why we’re here,” the blonde one says. I shake my head not wanting to believe this. They are here for us, not only the last sane people, genetically mutated to change appearance, we have hid for so long, I still remember my mother’s last words, before they got her, don’t believe them, change is good, promise me they won’t get you. I promised her ?I would stay safe, promised her I wouldn't let her die for no reason. And what have i done with my life? Nothing that could have impressed her. I draw a shaky breath before shaking my head for a second time, unaware of what would happen. “You should have learned by now, that I don’t take no for an answer,” the black haired lady pulls a shotgun before I can register what happened, Leo is in front of me hs eyes trying so hard to stay open.

“Oh my gosh, what have you done?” I say softly already feeling my cheeks getting wet.

“I always knew I would take a bullet for you,” he was in pain, and I was sobbing hysterically. “And I  always knew you wouldn’t take one for me,” he says his eyes closing. My hands shake as I get up walking toward the women. I hold out my hands as they lead me away.

“It didn’t have to end like this.”

These are all really cool, guys! Sorry about the delay, I'll be judging on Sunday.

RE-OPENING!!!

I'll join... I'm a rotten writer but I will do my best.

The woodland lay thick as a flying wolf walked down the overgrown path. A light fog had settled as the overwhelming greedwood scent filled the cool air. "Thunder Clap!" Said Silver Streak. "Oh Thunder Clap where are you?" Thoughts where racing through her mind as she loped through the forest looking for this Thunder Clap. Suddenly the fog became turbid and more abundant. Silver Streak coughed. This was not fog but. " Smoke! No!No it can not be!" Silver Streak stoped in a clearing, she looked around her, everything was clothed in the turbid smoke. Bushes where barely in sight, and the trees where Gray with ash and soot.Than from the darkness of the woods two red eyes appeared, and along with the eyes came a horrendous snout with two scars, one on the top and one on the bottom. Silver Streak saw a white glair from the snout as her approacher grinned. His teeth where sharp and battle ready. " Oh Leemus help." Silver Streak whispered to herself.

"It's just you and me Silver Streak." The wolf took a step forward and a flame shot from his paw, igniting the grass around it. "There's no one here to save you." He had started circling her, leaving burnings patches  where his paws had been Silver Streak gasped. There among the trees and stumps she saw more eyes appear. "That's right... your out numbered. Give up while you still live!" "NEVER!" "Very well, prepare to meet Leemus!!!"  At that moment the wolf pounced pinning Silver Streak to the ground. "Oh Leemus help me!!!"

Sorry if it is too long, I get a little carried away sometimes. 

The wind was sharp, stinging everyone’s faces.The Warriors of Ice stood shoulder to shoulder, straight and tall. As they stood there, one of the members, a leader of some sort, began to call role. Suddenly there was a break in the pattern of names and answers. “Where’s Isla?” the captain asked in a growl, “Roga, go and find her!” A man left the group, running north-west. Two minutes later a girl appeared, skidding to a stop in front of the captain. “Isla! You’re late!” she said in a dangerous tone.

Isla pushed her long red hair out of her face and said, “I’m sorry Ourriana,  I thought you didn’t want me at the meetings any more.”

“How dare you use my first name!” the other girl shouted, her long black hair cracking in the wind like a whip, “I am your captain, and I can change my mind as I like!”

    Snow had started to fall and the delicate flakes landing on the icy ground made a perfect image of winter. Isla started to speak, “You don’t understand us Ourriana,” she said, “The Warriors of Ice weren’t created to rule winter, we’re supposed to protect it. And there’s more there are--” The captain interrupted by drawing her dagger, but Isla jumped out of the way and tried to continue, “There are others like us,” she said. Ourriana slashed; Isla did a backflip. Ourriana stabbed-into empty air.   Suddenly Isla was standing behind her. The captain turned on her with snow leopard-like fury and advanced, dagger at the ready.

    “That’s enough!” a voice shouted. A young man with icy blue eyes left the group of bystanders and walked angrily up to the two girls.

    “Tallor!” Ourriana said dangerously, “Butt out!” She stomped her foot and the snow falling became harshly cold.

Tallor didn’t even shiver, “If that’s the way you want it, Riana.” he said. He raised his hand. The wind rose and encased Ourriana in a cocoon of swirling air. “Now, are you going to listen to Isla?” he asked.

    “No.”Her eyes flashed.

    “Well then.” Tallor said, “as for your captaincy, The Code of Warriors says that a captain has to have long hair.” He drew his dagger and cut off Ourriana hair at her chin. “Now then,” he said, “What were you saying , Isla?”
    “We can’t continue like this. We’re not strong as a group. Each you is ambitious and power hungry. Winter is divided when we’re divided, and we need to change that.”

The other members of the order drew their daggers and pointed them to the sky, a sign of loyalty to their new captain.