A/N: Second-person drabble series, inspired by a quote from one of the books. First one: Crying like a girl, from the end of The Fall of Five. POV's: Five, and Nine. R&R&enjoy! I also take requests for any quotes that you want me to use.

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Crying like a girl.

His words echo in your head as you struggle to wrap your mind around the events that just occurred. You stumble deliriously. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. They were supposed to realize the true power of the Beloved Leader, and let him guide them towards the light. Instead, everything has broken down within you.

"Crying like a girl," he continues to taunt, unaware of your ever-growing insanity and bloodlust, "look at him, crying off in the corner."

Anger fests in you as his words strike fury in your heart. He continues to stand there, a cocky smile on his face as he sneers at you. You had never liked him before, and the feeling was mutual, but now, now all you feel towards him is hatred, a wish for death.

His last sentence drives you off of the edge. Looking back, you can't remember what is was that made you so incensed, so intent on killing him. You lunge forward, red blinding your vision. In the background, you can hear her cries for you to stop, but you don't care. No, all you can see is his shocked face as you pin him to the ground, eyes radiating all of your hidden fury and madness. You laugh at the look of surprise and fear on his face, and smile, a devious, triumphant smile, as you lower the blade towards his heart.

But then it happens. You had thought that no one would have been able to stop you. He, the symbol of your anger, was pinned down. His brainwashed companion unconscious. She was standing off to the side, held back by your slight push. Except you forgot about him, the second person who you thought would be willing to convert to the light. Despite his easygoing nature, it seemed that his heart was truly loyal and determined, always ready to save a friend who didn't deserve it.

He appears in the middle of your blood-stained vision, ready to take the killing blow meant for another. You try to draw back. It's too late.

Drawn by adrenaline, your blade drives into his heart. You watch as the light dies from his eyes. His hands reaching out towards her, trying to tell her something. Yet there is no more time. He slumps down, gone. Dimly, you can hear others shouting in the background, but you know no more thought, no more feeling. It was never supposed to happen this way. You can never go back now. Driven by rage, fueled by anger, you had acted rashly. All based off the taunts of one so trivial, unimportant. You, too, bend over, mind disappearing. Crying. Crying like a girl.

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Crying like a girl.

You taunt him, sneering at his crouching body with a confident smirk on your face. In reality, you're just trying to cover up your mistakes, and hide your wounded ego. Despite how much you disliked him, there was a sense of trust you shared, simply because he was one of you. Trust that has broken the second he attacked you.

So you hide what you feel, attacking him with barbs and knives in the form of words. Trying to forget the feeling of helplessness you had when he shoved you down under the water. You had flailed, desperately, lungs burning for oxygen, but to no avail. He had laughed at you, laughed at all of you, and you can't help but think he is right to laugh. For you trusted him. You all did.

But the four of you eventually manage to overpower him, and he is reduced to this. Hunched over, struggling to regain his breath, mumbling incomprehensibly. You stand over him, watching as tears seem to fall out of his eyes and down his dirt-streaked face.

Then, suddenly, he lunges at you. You topple backwards, shocked. He laughs manically, preparing to shove his blade straight into your heart. Defiantly, you stare back into his eyes, which are alight with insanity. Again, you struggle, but you can't escape his iron-clad grip. You underestimated how angry you would make him; how that anger would turn into power even greater than your own. So you accept your fate, and prepare yourself for death. I deserved it, you think, for kicking him when he was down to try and salvage my pride.

Only it never comes. At the last second, someone else appears and takes the wickedly sharp knife for you. You can only look on in horror as a familiar mop of curly hair appears in front of you. Look on as the blade sinks into his body instead. As blood blossoms on his clothes, seeping around him in a pool, and getting on to your hands. Blood you will never be able to wash off.

It's too late to save him. The life fades from his eyes as he reaches out for Marina, trying to tell her words he never had the courage to say earlier. He smiles for the last time, before his hand falls to the ground beside you. You stare in shock. One of your best friends just died for you. It was just like Sandor and Maddy again. You failed to save them, and they died for you.

If only you hadn't ignited the rage within Five. Again, you had been too cocky, too over-confident, and someone else had paid the price.

Mutely, you wordlessly scream your agony for the world to hear. But no one can hear you now.

So you finally break down, collapsing. Around you, the shouts of the others are faintly heard, but you can't comprehend them. You see your attacker reel away from you, as if horrified by what he did. It's too late for regret.

The last bit of your pride crumbles, leaving the broken boy exposed. The boy who was forced to kill his mentor. The boy who was betrayed by the girl he loved, then watched her die in front of him. You sink onto your knees, crying. What a hypocrite you are, you think to yourself. Because you too, are bawling like there's no tomorrow.

Crying like a girl.

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