~Never Alone~

LSS: ...Well, I'm gonna get shot for this! *ducks shot* Ah! There it is! *starts running* I BLAME PLOT BUNNIES! *continues running from shots*

Summary: Clive was miserable. He had to admit, he wasn't half surprised that there were bullies among the bullies. But he didn't expect that he would be alone in his quest against the one who started the downfall on his life. Follow Clive through his stories in the time he was held in prison.

A slam, yells, and sneers. Just the usual for me-again.

I sighed , as I sat myself down on one of the few unoccupied benches, a hand already running itself through the spiked mop of hair on my head. Barely a month and I had already been moved from that blasted old prison in London. And a month since IT happened.

'Must my past always haunt me?' I thought to myself, grimacing slightly as the memories flashed past in my head, before resting my head in my right hand, leaving only my left eye visible to examine the fellows in the yard.

Ok, there was a giant group of men swearing, laughing and beating each other just for fun... considering their behaviour and attitudes, they were obviously goons. No way was I hanging around them.

Next, there was a small group of girls snorting, whining, and yada yada. No. Just no.

After, there was-oh dear GOD no. I did NOT want to be hanging out with any stupid scientists, they ruined my life once already, can't I go ANYWHERE without a scientist?!

...Ok, then that left... huh? Now what's going on?

"Oy! Give that back!"

"Haha, shorty! You're gonna have to try harder than that!"

"I'm warning you! Give that back before something bad happens!"

Odd. Everyone had been out in this courtyard for an hour already and even I never noticed that shorter girl until now. And what was so special about that book the taller woman was dangling above her head.

"Are you SURE you would face me for a stinking little book, shorty?"

"At least that book actually has more intelligence than you! And who are you calling a shorty?! You're the one who made high heels to waddle around in all over his place!"

SLAP!

"Oh, my bad! I guess I must've tripped 'waddling' around in these heels as you put it!"

"Grrr... GIVE ME THAT!"

Huh, I don't think anyone else expected that shorter girl to actually leap up and snatch the book again before running off after slapping that woman across the face with it.

Everyone seemed to be crowding around the fallen woman, who was whining oh so much-just how did she even end up here?-which left a distraction for the girl to get away. Smart kid, but not smart enough to evade me.

...But I have to admit, it may be rude of me to think this, but she was right about the intelligence levels of her book and that woman.

It took me another five minutes to actually locate her, and THEN another ten minutes to continue chasing her to her cell, where she ran in and slammed the door shut, before clicking something else into place. Then, it took me another two minutes to solve the puzzle lock I discovered she'd clicked in place and another minute to pick the lock and enter.

And then, I was nearly hit in the head with a tray.

"Oy! Who are you and why are you chasing her?!" Yelled another boy, who was standing in front of the girl I'd managed to chase here.

"Hey! I just wanted to ask something! Also, it was pretty cool how she beat up that other girl." Well, it WAS the truth, I expected it would at LEAST calm this guy down. I DIDN'T expect for the guy to groan and smack himself in the forehead with his hand.

"Don't tell me Jessica was messing with you AGAIN! I thought she got the message when you broke one of her other heels!" He cried, turning to face the girl slightly shorter than him who shuffled her feet shyly... huh, I believe she's the only one here not wearing shoes.

"...She took my book..."

"...Oh."

"Umm... excuse me, I just wanted to say, that was pretty cool how you took her down like that. But... I was just wondering, why are you two here?" I asked, still standing at the door of the cell, waiting patiently for their responses.

"...Spying on Bill Hawks." The girl answered quietly, shuffling her feet some more.

"Nearly exploiting Bill Hawks' secrets to all of England." The boy answered bluntly. "What are you doing here?"

"...Kidnapping Bill Hawks and pretty much destroying a half of London." I admitted, a nervous chuckle resonating from me.

"...Woah..." The boy muttered, staring at me in shock.

"...Why did you go after him?" Well, this girl was curious as well.

"...He killed my parents because of his stupid time machine ten years ago." I sighed, running another hand through my hair once more. "You two?"

"...He killed our parents in the same explosion..." The boy growled, clenching his fists, whilst the girl held onto her book tighter and I felt myself restraining a choke.

"...How about we talk about this out in the courtyard, in a different area?"

As we sat down near a centre of the courtyard, I was finally able to get an actual decent look at the two.

I would say they were around my age, they'd probably have to be, with the time of the explosion and their height, but otherwise it'd be somewhat hard to tell they were related.

The girl seemed to have hair the same colour of Flora's, though it was certainly styled differently, her fringe falling between her eyes just above her nose, the rest of her hair being cropped to her ears and slightly curling outwards, whilst she continued gripping her book. I was actually starting to become a bit unnerved by her large moss eyes staring at me curiously.

The boy was actually different. He had short rusty red hair, though it also seemed to curl slightly outwards, though his fringe was in the same style as the girl I could now assume as his sister. Again, moss green eyes slightly unnerving me from how they kept on staring at me like the girl.

Actually, I had to admit, even if I was slightly unnerved, I'd say these two were in the same state as me. The girl kept on gripping her book tightly, whilst the boy fiddled around with his fingers and I ran my hand through my hair multiple times.

Honestly, I was more surprised I hadn't changed much. I had been expecting myself to have gone at insane in at least SOME way after some time being in this kind of place. But no, I still had the same somewhat spiky wheat hair and blue-hazel eyes. I checked when we passed a window.

But now, here we were, sitting in a small part of the courtyard. Waiting to discover more about each other.

"...We should start with our names. My name is Lily Keeper." The girl started off, her hands resting in her lap whilst holding her book.

"...I'm Oliver Keeper." The boy grunted, folding his arms. I sighed, before looking back up at them both with a weary smile.

"I'm Clive, Clive Dove."

Yep. Things were definitely going to get interesting around here.

LSS: AGAIN! I BLAME PLOT BUNNIES FOR THIS! *continues dodging shots fired from angry readers of other stories*

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