I ok I just had a happy-making moment, one of my old reviewers for one of my Digimon stories just found my story -with her weird and magical ways- and reviewed! Ok so on with the dark and the dread. Don't worry, shay's death will not go un freak outed for long.

Siy Rowling?

(Chapter Two)

My skintenna feed was still shot and I was positive whoever that boy was, he had gotten my message. Why? Well, let's just say, no one ambushed me on the way back to the lab.

Knowing my plan to an extent I skipped going back to camp. I went straight to the city, my hover board was basically trash barley holding my weight at that point, I had run it down and it was so close to breaking I could smell the smoke slowly raising from the lifting fans. I really didn't care. I truly didn't give a frick. Or that's what Shay would have said. (Yay BandGeek!)

"Tally? Why aren't Shay and your skintenna feeds showing up on city computers? Where is Shay?" Dr. Cable asked inquiringly, I brushed all of her bubble-headed questions off and turned around to face her, I knew my eyes and the set of my jaw showed that I seriously didn't want to be messed with, hopefully she would have just gotten the gist of things and let be what should be.

"I need a new hover board that's set on long distance, a pack that has all of the essentials for a couple of weeks and accesses to a computer that had all data bank information for at least twenty minutes." But with a load like that, it was just random for me to hope Cable would brush it off.

"Tally Youngblood, where in the hell is Shay and why aren't your skintenna feeds working?" Dr. Cable demanded, I snarled a little, I seriously wasn't in the mood for this, Shay was dead and her murderer was planning on playing this game again, with more of my fellow Cutters, I was damn mad.

While my brain went over possible scenarios when it came to me, my special mind did come in handy some times!

"The Smokies were listening in on our feeds so they could be a step a head and all that. Shay cut off only our connections because if she cut off all of the Cutters as well then the Smokies would get suspicious and jump ship. Shay got one of the Cutters to put an invisible digital tracker on the connection so that we have a route to follow. I need the computer so I can look up quick routes and such." I could tell she didn't believe a word of what I had just said so I decided to just hurry her and get out, "Shay" -I winced slightly at the name of my Shay used so casually on my own tongue- "Is waiting for me by the ruins so, I have to hurry."

"I'll send someone to get two packs and a new hover board." Dr Cable said, trying to get me to catch my own mistake, I had said one pack not two. Maybe I needed some help in the lying arts.

"Yeah that would be great." I said in a rushed voice, ignoring her stupid mistake catching attitude.

Cable just grunted realizing I wasn't going to give her any truth. The next time she spoke, the razors in her voice were known and sharp, almost sliding across my throat. "Use any computer you want. They all have a full data base." With that she left.

But I wasn't a complete random, I knew she could check every move I made on that computer, or more so floating digital screen that you typed with your eye screen, but either way. So I inserted a special. . . Chip, that allowed me to go around the tracker. Or in other words, I shoved my knife into the tracker and hoped for the best!

I looked up anyone who matched the boys description in our city, that was about the extent to screen thing could do anyway. I really wasn't sure why I was doing this, all I knew was I wanted a lead, I was not going to let Shay's murderer run around and do this again.

After a restless moment of waiting there was one match.

Erick Daye.

It was perfect even the dates matched up with his age! He was nineteen currently. But there was only one problem, after he became an official Ugly, -basically old enough to live in one of the dorms- he was proclaimed dead. It did not specify how he died though.

"Damn it!" I cursed smashing my had against the wall, I wasn't any closer than I had been to Shay's killer twenty minutes ago. I jerked my knife from the tracker, crap, it was completely broken, no going back.

I had to get out of there with at least one pack and a hover board. This wasn't going to be tricky whatsoever! I rolled my eyes at that. I was so surprised I wasn't ready to kill. But I knew why. I was letting it build up inside of me. But if I cut myself too much, I wouldn't be able to cut myself for a while. Blood loss and all that. But it was probably the fact that. None of this made sense, I felt. . . Empty, so to speak. I felt like someone had ripped me to shreds and laughed as I screamed in fear and agony. I wasn't Tally Youngblood anymore. I was just a shell of the girl who had been changed and her mind and heart had been played with one too many times.

But before I dwelled on that, I focused on getting out safely. Cable would noticed the fried equipment in a matter of seconds. Someone -or more something- was waiting for me outside, it was some floater tray thing that had all of the stuff on it. The tray was so overweighed that it was close to touching the ground. They seriously needed to get more powerful lifter trays.

I grabbed the pack, I could hear footsteps from down the long hallway, I just had to act calm, and if that didn't work, I would destroy things, and probably hurt a few specials. They were after all, just specials. I fastened the pack on my back and then got used to the extra weight as quickly as I could. Then, I grabbed the hover board and started on my way. The foot steps turned out to only be a couple of doctors coming to use the tech room. Wait the tech room. Crap! I started to run when they were out of ear shot.

An alarmed cry came from the tech room and I ran faster. The cameras caught every move I made as I sprinted down the hallway. After a second I could hear feet. Not just feet, but fast moving precise special feet, coming after me. Even my sneak suit could help me then. Since my frequency was still crap, I had to do without the other Cutters. It felt like a stab in the back to Shay. It felt just. . . wrong, that the world could not be crumbling in on itself now that Shat wasn't there to help me. She would have had some cleaver plan to ditch the specials behind me, get out before they basically boarded up the building and had it on high alarm, and then find whoever killed her. It would be as easy as that. But Shay was gone.

'Keep your arms in tighter to your chest and pump faster.' I almost screamed, it was a little voice in my head, almost like a skintenna feed but. . . I could just tell it wasn't. It sounded familiar like an old friend that I should know but didn't. Even with the fright, my special mind told me that was the right calculations and that I should listen to the voice.

So I did. And it worked, pumping my arms helped me go way faster, that was when I remembered something. I had something the specials ,close enough to pounce on me now, didn't. I had been a complete bubble head. Warming it up slightly, I threw my new hover board out in front of me and jumped on it. Taking off as fast as I could. The sounds of feet became more and more faint. I didn't need to worry about them anymore. The only thing I had to worry about now was the fact that in a matter of seconds the building would lock down and I would be caught.

'The roof you bubble head, maybe you should pull over for a cut or something, bejezuse.' The voice muttered, that was becoming a little annoying.

But I looked up, there were widow like things made out of smart matter just above me that lead to the outside. I was starting to feel claustrophobic anyway. It was time to leave.

The only problem with that, I didn't have a matter hammer. But I did have special nails, and a special icy brain. So I pulled up, my new climbing gloves allowing me to pull immediately. It seemed I was doing escape maneuvers every two seconds. Had it only been that long? Only a couple of hours since Shay was no longer breathing, since I had changed.

Once I reached the ceiling I found something that could have been the most bubble headed invention on the whole planet, an automatic lock that you only had to type in a password to, I was home free! Pulling the numbers from the top of my head, I typed in a seven number code that Cable used on various things. It worked.

The window thing automatically opened after jerking around for a bit.

The wind in my hair felt so good, I wanted to howl out like a Rusty animal David had once told me about. A worf or something like that.

'Wolf, Tally, wolf.' The voice, laughed, I growled at it. At that moment, I seemed more like an animal than a special or a human all together. I didn't want to, but I pulled my sneak suit mask over my face sharply and pushed the board only a little bit faster.

'This is the last one you'll get for a while.' The voice warned.

'You're becoming kind of unhappy-making you know voice.' The voice only chuckled and then faded out, I was alone, yet again.

My mind wandered to the fact that I might be able to get the other Cutters in on it. That was when I heard the hum of lifting fans, what the hell! I had only beat up a computer! It wasn't like they didn't have a million others! What, were they getting stingy or something?! Maybe they should start going Rusty and washing their clothes rather than recycling them over and over again, that might work! God I was pissed. But the hover car went right over me.

I wasn't even out of Cumblie Ville before the hover car made a loopy turn to the right. So either by some chance they hadn't seen me or spotted me on infrared or they weren't even after me. But what would cause something as big as Special Circumstances to get out in the middle of the night?

'Nothing you need to be concerned about.' The voice said bitterly. That was. . . New. An angry voice in my head, wow. Maybe I should've taken anger management, or another cut. As it seemed. It was weird. I was leaving the city. I was leaving and I might not ever come back. I was leaving the place that kept pulling me back, and then next time I was in it, I might be getting cremated. If they even found my body, that is. Whoever that Eric guy was, he rally didn't mind if he had to slit a few throats, that much I was sure of.

I bent my legs, I was starting to get smothered with the recycled air that partly filled the sky, I wanted so badly to get out of there. Shay had always said I was different from the other cutters but I had never seen how. But she said I had just a different aura around me. Something. . . Different-making. But she sounded more like she envied it than thought it was a bad thing. Like she wanted to be the main character in a Rusty book of her own.

'Nice try bubble head, but not quite. Maybe you should start to think less like a special and more like a Tally. That always seemed to work out before.' The voice laughed. It liked to laugh a lot didn't it? Well, I'd have to just ignore it, I guessed.

'Try and ignore me all you want, but you know what I'm saying is true.' The voice became dead serious, 'Think Tally, you thought you knew me, think! Come on, I know your not that stupid.'

'Well maybe I can't remember. Some memories are lost over time, you know.' I snorted, yes, I just snorted at the voice. . . In my head. I just laughed at a figment of my own imagination. Wow. Pulling over for a cut didn't seem so weak-labeling all of a sudden.

'YOU CAN REMEMBER! YOU JUST DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER! IT WAS A WHEN YOU WERE ACTUALLY HAPPY! DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER THAT TALLY? Or has becoming special really ruined everything?' The voice had caught me so off guard that, I slipped, I don't really remember how it happened, but I slipped. Off of the safety of my board and onto, flat, dry, listless land, after a few seconds of rolling, curled up in a ball so the impact wouldn't hurt as much, I let go of my pack so nothing would be seriously damaged. I felt the terrain change everything was moving so fast that my sneak suit wouldn't ripple any more with the differing landscape, but I knew what was coming next, water. Why? Well, first I started to feel my skin dampen and then my mask was completely covered in muddy sand like mush that I didn't dare open my eyes to see.

Less than two seconds later I felt the coolness and then I heard the 'slash' of my body being dragged under. Strangely the cold water did nothing to help my icyness. Inwardly sighing I started to unclench my muscles and swim up. But the problem was, my muscles wouldn't unclench, they stayed locked for a minute before finally undoing themselves somewhat. After that I was just sprawled out under a hard current. I couldn't even move my arms they were so numb.

So, in short, I was drowning. Happy birthday, Shay-la.