A/N: Got the inspiration for this one while writing "the Descension". I got challenged a while back to see if my abilities stretched as far as pulling off a 'girl with power' story. So in response to this challenge (you know who you are) here I am writing this story just for you. I'm going to take my time with it, since other Cov stories are just demanding attention. But I have to get this one out of my system…

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Parker Donnelly. Age: 18. Nationality: White. Perhaps Dutch or Irish. Hair: Blonde? Brown? Both. Eyes: Blue. She's the dark one who leads them in absolute assertion through persuasive silence. From personal witness, she is intrepid. And a smartass.

Ayame Oroku. Age: 17. Nationality: Asian. Definitely Japanese. I think. Hair: Black. Eyes: Brown. She is a follower. She will submit to even the harshest of rule, if that is where her heart leads. That same heart is her very weakness and strength.

Heaven Perez. Age: 17. Nationality: Dark. Spanish, Hawaiian, or Indian. Hair: Brown. Eyes: Green. She's the loudmouth. Not very rational, but has the incredible knack for seeing into the souls of people.

Donnelly: HUNTER

Oroku: LEE

Perez: ROTH

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"Don't you see?" Caleb explained to his hurting blonde friend, pointing at the notes he had written. Reid gazed over some, only what he had written on the girl's looks and personalities, but stopped when he reached the last part. Reid's emotional woundings were obvious to see, though his rage disguised it. Caleb was trying to break it to him gently, but ill news such as this was impossible to give easily.

"Bullshit," Reid shoved Caleb away violently. "I don't believe you. It's a lie. You never liked them, even from the beginning!"

"Reid," Pogue said, stepping up to Reid as well. "It's the truth. I'm sorry, but it is."

"No…" Reid insisted. He began to pace. "It's not possible… How in hell could it be possible? They're girls, for Christ's sake!"

"From what we know," Tyler piped up. "Their fathers didn't have the time to have sons before they were killed. So they willed it to their only descendants… Daughters."

Caleb stepped forward, unsure how Reid was taking this. He wanted to be positive Reid understood everything before he thought of denying it again.

"Reid," Caleb said, his eyes narrowing in deep distress. "They're the Concordat's heirs. They've come to kill us."

Reid whipped his head up to face Caleb, fully registering this dreary concept. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't wrap his mind around it. Not her.

Not her.

"Get out of my way." Reid shoved Caleb aside, storming right out the door and down those dark halls of Spenser academy. He didn't breathe again until he was in front of their door. He pounded upon the dark wood like a hammer, three times. He didn't wait for her to answer. He just opened the door. It was always open for him.

One of them squealed and fell off the bed she was sitting on. One of them scrambled to grab clothes to cover herself. One of them didn't seem surprised at all.

He looked at each of the murderesses in turn, then looked to the one he loved directly.

"You," he growled, pointing an accusing finger at her. "You pretended you loved me. You used me so I could give you the very information that would help you kill me. Well, congratulations. You've driven me into wanting to save you the trouble."

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. A look of such grief like he had never seen before. Her next words bore deep into his soul, so deep it sent his heart into the very depths:

"I wish I was pretending."

"You can cut the act now, woman," Reid shook his head in disbelief. "You've been found out. And now, this is war."

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Please review. I totally want feedback for this one, comments of any kind.
Signed,
--RedRogue