I hope you are excited as I am. I just finished reading all the Virals books for the fourth time and it increased my desire for Terminal even more. I even have a countdown (76 days) I'm planning on making this really long so stick around. I'll be updating as often as possible. I obviously don't own the Viral's books, but hey, one can dream right?

Chapter One

Tory's POV

Thump. Thump. Thump. My head, wooden desk- you get the picture. Coop looked up from his Kong, briefly before returning to smack at the peanut butter loudly. I raised my head completely off the desk and looked into the mirror. No purple bruises, yet. That's good. As I pulled my red rats nest out of my face and into a makeshift ponytail I looked into the black reflective computer screen. I slowly shake my head before returning it to the desk with a loud cracking noise. Too much force, my forehead began to throb. I knew all I had to do was power on my Mac and I would have someone to talk to. I didn't want to talk to the boys though. They knew what was going on. I wanted to talk to someone blissfully in the dark.I unlocked my iPhone and found her number. I considered calling her for a brief moment, but decided against it and opened are conversation.

TB&J: Ella I'm giving myself concussions over here

ELF: plu-leez honey. Spill

Weird screen names, I'll be the first to admit it, but I'm not going to lie, giving each other silly nicknames was comforting. My name for Ella- ELF was just innocent silliness. As soon as I found out her middle name was Lorain, I put two and two together. We were sitting on benches outside of Bolton Prep and I laughed for a solid minute when I realized her initials were ELF. Although it seems silly now, the name stuck. Her name for me was a little more evil. She was eating a PB&J while texting me, and instead of sending, "TB" like she normally did, she sent "PB" after that the conversation went like this:

TB: hey

ELF: Hey PB

ELF: sorry *TB I'm eating a PB&J you know I can't multitask (;

ELF: lol TB&J xD

ELF: WAIT A SECOND

ELF: OMG TB&J

ELF: TB&J like Tory Brennan and Jason

TB: Oh god! Ella stop! :'D

ELF: TB&J Damn I'm great at this. Your screen name is changed. Kisses :*

TB&J: Ella you didn't!

TB&J: ELLA I SWEARR XD

ELF: Logging off. Sticky fingers from my…wait for it…

ELF: TB&J!

Ella was like the missing piece that I didn't realize wasn't there. She made me happy in a way the boys just couldn't. I snapped my glance back to my phone as it vibrated again in my hands.

TB&J: Ella I'm giving myself concussions over here

ELF: plu-leez honey. Spill

ELF: Tor what's your deal

I couldn't tell her the real problem. About Chance and his stupid, stupid choices; upon seeing his red eyes I rushed out of the office, ignoring Chances pleading cries for me to understand. I had sat quietly on the ride home and left school early. I ignored the video calls and texts from the boys. I needed time to sort through it all. Chance being a Viral? I shook my head, still in denial, before firing back a text to Ella. I chose a problem I also faced…just not as pressing as CHANCE FREAKING CLAYBOURNE AND HIS THICK MINDED STUPIDNESS.

TB&J: Too many boys in my life.

ELF: Which one is causing stress, Jason or Chance?

TB&J: All of the above…

TB&J: plus Ben

ELF: Well step into my office sweetie I'm great at this

I was about to respond, when I got a text from Hi. Simple but pressing, this one was harder to ignore then the others.

HI: Tory, bunker now, Urgent! (No Coop)

Odd. I wasn't going to respond but the urge was too strong. What's so important that Coop can't come? My curiosity, as usual, got the better of me. I reopened the chat with Ella, sending her a quick text before changing into something other than my sweatpants and sports bra.

TB&J: Sorry Dr. E I'm going to have to reschedule, something's come up. Prepare notes or something (;

ELF: Boo on you Brennan. Oh well love you lots :3 I'll get right on those notes XD

Slipping on ripped jean shorts and a purple tank, I took my hair out of the "pony tail" and, fingers moving fast weaved it into a braid. Running down the stairs I disappeared into the night.