just so you know, Trillian has metal wings. They are not part of her, they just clip to her back with magnetic implants in her shoulders and can be removed at any time.

~ Trillian 

They leave us in the dungeon, they had taken my wings and my sword. When I got out, I was going to shred them, then piece them back together just so I could kill them again. They had no right to lock us up! 

These views are expressed purely by the charrie and are not meant to insult the authors of Elliot and Catastrophe.

Elliot I despise you so.(not intended to offend the author-your writing is amazing, to have me feel such emotion.) I hAve absolutely NO idea where I am so I'll just be captured. :)

Kimilene~

I rip my hands out of the guards as we walk down the hallway. So far, Tuera's disguise as a guard is working, but we haven't run into Elliot or Octavia yet, which is what I'm really worried about.

I let out a tiny sigh-and get a sword point in the back. Annoyed, I hissed at Tuera.

"You don't have to take your disguise that seriously."

"Honestly, I do," Tuera shot back. "You cant tell who's watching." We walked in silence from then on. I'm led to the cage that Icy and Sprocket (?) are in. I hear shadow sobbing the the next cell over and Trillian sharpning a sword. The sword clanged quietly as Trillian hid it when Tuera came. Tuera pretended to frisk me, but left my hidden hunting knife, taking only my dagger and my short sword. She handed them to the other guard who nodded and left, before shoving me (rougher than she had to, honestly) in the cell with my friends. In one cell next to us was a bloodied, binded, masculine figure and Mina. In the other were shadow and Trillian. Icy and Sprocket leapt to their feet and ran at me as the cell door clanged shut and Tuera stood guard outside.

"They broke shadow!" Icy wailed. Sprocket simply grimaced. I held up my hands.

"Slow down! We've been separated for a while...what happened to you?!" I cried. Icy and Sprocket filled me in.

"They inserted some green liquid into shadow and broke her healing abilities, and I'm lined up for execution. The guy in the cell over there is Ronan, Icy's friend. The people across from us are Trill and Coyota." Sprocket sighed heavily. 

Now it was my turn to grimace. I hissed to Tuera.

"Execute Plan B, TONIGHT. We can't waste time. Cells A, B, C AND D." Tuera just nodded slightly and kept keeping guard.

Sprocket looked at me incredulously and I grinned.

"Time to fill you in on what we've been up to," I said. "That guard isn't a guard at all. It's Tuera. And we have a plan to get us all out."

So, I'm sure I messed a lot of stuff up, but I'm so confused, I just want to get back on track. 

We snapped Shadow's wings.

"Ronan! Wake up!" I yell frantically, pulling at him. "Can't you glow blue and shine him in the face or something?" Kimilene asks. "Right. Shadow, c'mere..." I say, grabbing Shadow's hand and starting my blue glow, my etheral wings activating, and trying to concentrate it towards his face.

"Two more minutes..." He mutters. "RONAN!" I yell as loudly as I dare. "Icy!? Where are we--what the--" He asks, snapping awake.

"We're in a prison air ship they want to execute us they snapped Shadow's wing but it's going to heal but there's not enough time but--" I blurt in one breath. "Oh-kay....what's that fox guy doing with that blue sword?" Ronan interrupts.

I look at Alexander R. "Put that thing away!" I hiss. "They'll find you out! And we have nowhere to go--we're in the middle of open air, and I'm pretty sure that none of us has piloted an airship before. And besides, we're being escorted by other airships. And you can't take out an entire guard of Sailhaven Elite!" I hiss softly, trying not to catch the guard's attention.

I lead the Fallen, Poe, Alexandria, and a host of others to the dungeon.

"I must apoligise. I know you wanted a bigger event, but we better not give them time to esacpe. Do you mind of we speed up events?" I ask to Catastrophe.

We walk into  the dungeon, and hoist our weapons.

I stand silently in the shadows as the all argue with themselves. My foot brushes quietly against the floor. I don't think they heard me, but the cat's ears perk up. She noticed. Her head whips around, and her deep green eyes penetrate me.

"Guys," she growls softly.

Silence shatters the room.

"Something's lurking in the shadows."

I smirk and step out.

"Thank you. For all of that information," I say, pretending to bow.

"Who's that?" the one they call Ronan blurts out.

"Luna," Sprocket scowls.

I walk up calmy to Sprocket looking at me through the bars.

I smile.

I then jerk the color of her shirt so her face slams into the bars.

She yelps, and the others grimace.

"Alexandria," I say slowly.

I let her go and she falls back into her cell.

"Okay, now I'm really confused," Ronan says. "When did a, what, 10 year old, start to act like a soldier?"

"She's no soldier," the fox, Alexander R., barks.

I shake my head and laugh. "You know, vermin, I've had just about enough of your smart remarks."

He starts spitting insults at me, and the others yell at him to calm down, while I inspect the girl guarding the new prisoner, Kilmene's, cell.

She glances at me a couple of times nervously.

Suddenely, the room is quiet. I turn around to see Elliot walk through the door.

I stand up straighter, and he walks right up to the prisoners.

"Well, who should we start with?" he asks with a deadly cheerfulness.

I look at Shadow who's still quiet, at Trillian who looks down, at Sprocket who stares straight ahead, at Icy who fidgets, at the cat who paces her cell, at the other cat that glares at Elliot, at Ronan who avoids eye contact, at Heather who makes direct contact, at Kilmene who twirls her hair, and at Alexander who spits at the ground. Good. All 10 prisoners in check and ready for their sentences.

Elliot walks up and down the cell, and my eyes follow.

"We'll start..." he says, trailing off. He smiles, refocusing. "With an animal."

"No!" Icy and Kilmene scream in unison.

The cat, Mina, looks up ubruptly, and Nira places her head in her hands. Alexander scowls and Heather stares in shock at Elliot.

Elliot then looks at the two cats and two foxes, narrowing down the choices.

He looks at Mina. "The traitor for last, of course."

Mina slams against the cell as to challenge Elliot, but Elliot shrugs. 

He clucks his tongue and twirls his finger around the room at the three remaining choices.

He stops clucking his tongue as he snaps his fingers. "Ah, and we can't have the dirty mouth fox until later. I'm sure someone will have something special for him."

He then looks and smiles at his two choices.

"Oh, fox or cat?" he asks, chuckling. He pauses. "The cat's too pretty for now. I'll take the fox."

His last words penetrate the air as there is a period of stunned silence following before everybody's rage bursts.

"NO!" "How could you?!" "DON'T YOU DARE!" "WHY?!" 

The guards come and drag Heather out of her cell. She fights and kicks them, successfully getting a few of them off of her, but more guards come and swarm her.

The drag her out of the room, as her screams trail out. Everyone else's screams, cries, yells, and shouts are still happening.

Elliot takes out his pistol and fires it into the air as everybody quiets down.

"Shut it!" he yells. "You'll all be like her and then dead anyway!"

The doors busrt open, and the soldiers that were coming, who were Riuex, Auva, and Olympia walk in.

"Hello," Olympia says. "You called?"

Elliot nods. "All three of you need to watch over them. Suspicious activity, that's all."

Olympia nods, and all three of them scatter out through the room. 

~Trillian 

i glare at Elliot, my fists clenched. He would die for this. Octavia and all of her assasins had come in. This was my chance, quietly slipping my hand into a hidden pocket in my cloak, I pulled out a poisoned throwing star. Taking careful aim, I flick my wrist. The star hurtles through the bars out and straight for Elliot's chest. But he caught it in mid air. He turns and looks at me. "Kill Her first."

I sigh. This was awful. My arm was frozen. The girl Heather was gone. Everyone was going to die. And I knew the person Elliot would choose next. Me.

It all seemed so ironically funny. I used to work for him, and he was the one who gave me my life. Yes, the whole time I secretly disliked him, but he was the king of my home. Now, I was in a resistance, and he was inflicting pain on all of my friends, about to kill me. The seed of dislike grew and and grew, until all I wanted to do was to give him a slow and painful death.

Funny. That is what he is going to do to me. 

Just my luck. I run into the one person my age here. That person doubles as the biggest annoyance since I-don't-remember-when-ago. I flip up my hood, trying to hide the fct that I am abviously Poe Allen, ELliot's Eleven-year-old supergeneuis, capabul of running any errond, as well as fighting off enemeys. 

I had practicly ran out of the dungeon, after killing a small mutant sometuing accused of treason. I was fed up with having to wath the spoiled brats. They had, after all, gotten what they ahd wanted: attention.

I tried to walk past Alexandria (or Luna, or soldier #2674674637, rank assistant senior officer, aide-de-camp to his madjesty and her madjesty.) as meekly as I could. The one reason I was here, teh one reason I had given up on humanity, the one reason I was so far ahead: I was horrible at dealing with people outside of work. OIn the military, I never had to worry about friends or enemys. All I thought about was (a) my mission, (b) any enemeys to Elliot (c) who was I ahed of and who was I behind, and finnaly (d) was I in Elliot's favor. And I had never had a crush, untill now.

I felt a churnning in my gut. Oh come on. ANd, of course, it didn't help that I was falling for a phsycopath. I mean, come on! And, of course, I could never have Elliot find out. WHat would he think? I swllowed, and walked forward, untill:

"Hello Mr. Alen." SHe said.

"Hello Alexandria." I replied.

I walked forward, pretending like my head wasn't dying in the slowest fasion possible. And why do I feal like she is staring at me?