Okay, sorry everybody! I screwed up! I deleted my story trying to replace the first chapter with the edited one! I fixed it, though! Anyways, I'll just shut up now and get to the story!

WARNING: Violence ahead! People are gonna get their butts kicked! It ain't gonna be pretty...

CHAPTER 3

Morry, Ford, and Raz had been playing cards for several hours now. Milla sat in the living room working on a crossword puzzle and occasionally getting up to stir the soup.

"Well, it's raining cats and dogs out there! I hope the power doesn't go out." Ford said. An occasional flash of lightning would peer in through the windows and a soft rumble of thunder would follow. It was only five in the afternoon, but it was already dark out due to the storms.

"It does look ugly out there." Milla said.

"Curse you, Raz! You've won again!" Morry said, throwing down his hand.

"Drat. Five already. I'd better get going. I need to go pick up the parts I ordered in town. I won't be back until late, so don't wait up for me." Morry said.

"Drive safely, darling." Milla said.

"I will." Morry said as he walked out the door.

"How'd you get so damn good at cards, Raz?" Ford asked, throwing down his hand in defeat. Raz shrugged.

"Gypsy luck, I guess." He said.

"I would like to hear more about your family, Raz. Show Ford the picture. Do you each do something different at the circus or do you all perform together?" Milla asked.

"We kinda go in groups, but each of us has our specialty. My youngest sister Maria, my eight year old brother Sage, my oldest brother Benjamin, my oldest sister Jennifer, and my eleven year old sister Vera, and my older brother Lyle and I have a trapeze act we do. Maria specializes in it. All of my older brothers, that is, Lyle, Benjamin, Joseph, and my father are fire eaters and fire jugglers. That's Benjamin's specialty. I'm still learning." Raz said. He thought for a moment.

"My sisters Vera, Jennifer, and Elizabeth and my younger brother Sage throw knives, but Vera specializes in it. My sister Elizabeth is the human cannon, my youngest brother Bryson is an escape artist, Joseph and my sister Jennifer and I walk the tightrope, Jennifer specializes in that. Jennifer is a contortionist and so are Lyle and my dad, Lyle is the specialist, and my brother Sage is a lion tamer. Oh, yeah, and Joseph rides the unicycle." Raz said.

"What do you specialize in, Razputin?" Milla asked.

"I do a lot of Lore of the Gypt, I guess." Raz said.

"What's that?" Ford asked.

"Its stories and legends from our history, but they are all told in dance. It's like a play. Each person plays a different character. We do it in a ceremonial style, with dancing and the songs of the Gypsies and usually Elizabeth translates for the audience. It's what my mom specialized in when she was still alive. She taught me." Raz explained.

"Oh, how interesting. I will have to come and see you perform this year!" Milla said.

"You never said what your specialty was, Raz. You just said you did a lot of Lore of the Gypt. So what it your specialty?" Ford asked. Raz blushed.

"Gypsy magic. Illusions and hypnotism." He said.

"That's something else. Do you use your powers?" Ford asked.

"No, never! I would be a disgrace to do such a thing! I use only gyspy magic." Raz said, looking surprised Ford even asked.

"Easy, sonny boy. Didn't mean to offend you. Do your brothers and sisters join in on your act?" Ford asked.

"No. I'm the only one who was born with the powers. My mother was the only other person who could..." Raz was cut off as Sasha ran into the room. He said something to Ford in German, looking very frightened.

"What?" Ford asked, looking alarmed. He took Sasha by the shoulders

"Sasha, you're safe, son. Do you know where you are? You're safe at Whispering Rock." Ford said.

"Nein! Nein!" Sasha cried. He said something else that Raz couldn't understand.

"Milla, call headquarters. Something's not right here." Ford said. Milla nodded whipped out her communicator.

"Raz, come over here away from the windows and the doors." Ford said.

"Headquarters, this is Agent Vodello. Agent Nein is down and something is amiss down here. Please send reenforcements." Milla said into her communicator.

Sasha fell to his knees, holding his head in agony. He murmured something in German and Ford grabbed Raz and stood in front of him, taking a defensive stance.

"Milla, get ready for an attack!" Ford bellowed. Suddenly, all the windows broke and the walls began to crunch inward as if someone were squeezing the house from all sides.

"HIT THE DECK!" Ford cried. Just as everyone hit the floor, the walls were ripped from the floor and crumbled into a ball mere inches above them. If they had been standing, they would have been crushed.

Yet there wasn't a soul in sight. Raz heard Ford's voice inside his head.

"Play dead for right now. We are surrounded. They are all around us, hiding in the forest. I can't see them, but I can feel their malice. We need to secure a better position to fight from. We need to get them into a place where they'll be forced to reveal themselves. Is everyone conscious?"

"I'm alright" Milla responded telepathically.

"Present." Sasha said curtly.

"I'm fine. Do you have a position in mind?" Raz asked.

"Yes, I think we'll have a better vantage point from the cave between the GPC's and the beach; but we can't go there directly. We should split up and make them chase us for a while. It'll kill time while we wait for backup. Sasha and Milla, I want you to lead them along the beach. Raz and I will throw 'em for a loop by taking them through the reception area and into the GPC area. We'll meet up in the cave and while they're stuck in the entrances, we'll blast 'em!" Ford said.

"Sasha, can you fight?" Ford asked.

"Yes. My headache is gone. I'm just a little tired." Sasha responded.

"Good. Here's the plan; On the count of three, I want Sasha to act like he just came to. I'll do the same a few seconds after. Milla and Raz, keep playing opossum. Sasha and I are going to act like we're hurt and don't know where we are. We're going to act like we're trying to wake you. Hopefully, that'll lure them closer. Once we start blasting, you two count to ten, get up, and run like a mad dog is after you! Milla and Sasha, go toward the beach, and Raz follow me to the GPC's. Everyone got it?" Ford asked.

"Okay, on my count. Sasha. One...two..."

Sasha began to stir. He lifted his head slowly and pushed his sunglasses back into place. He let out a his of pain and fell back to the ground when he attempted to push himself upright. He rubbed his right knee with a wince of pain and looked around. He crawled over to Milla and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Milla? Are you okay?" Sasha asked, slurring his words slightly. Ford gave a low groan.

"Oh! My hip!" He gasped, his expression pained. He lifted his head and looked around. His eyes fell on Raz. His expression became one of fear. He reached over and touched Raz's cheek with shaking hands.

"Razputin? Son, wake up!" He rasped. Sasha looked away from Milla and over at Ford.

"Ford? Is that you?" He asked, sounding unsure.

"Sasha! Sasha, son, come over here and give me a hand, boy." Ford said, his voice horse. Sasha managed to stumble to his feet and limped over to Ford.

"What happened? Why are we outside?" Sasha asked, helping Ford sit up.

"I don't rightly know, son. There musta been a...a tornado or something just came through." Ford said. He groaned softly and rubbed his hip.

"Are you alright?" Sasha asked.

"I'll live. What about Milla? Is she alright?" Ford asked, Scooting toward Raz to check his pulse.

"I-I think she's just knocked out. She's breathing." Sasha said.

"Raz looks okay too. Just unconscious." Ford said.

"Can you walk?" Sasha asked.

"I dunno. I think I can. Gimme a hand here." Ford said. Sasha clumsily helped Ford to his feet. Ford leaned on Sasha with a groan.

"What now?" Sasha asked.

"One of us will have to go for help. I hope one of the cars still runs." Ford said. Dark shadows were beginning to move from within the forest. They crept slowly closer, moving with a fluid grace as if they were shadows themselves. Sasha and Ford pretended not to notice them.

"Well, at least this saved you some time on demolition, Sasha. It's a good thing we were planning to make renovations." Ford remarked. Simultaneously, Ford and Sasha jumped apart and began firing at the advancing figures. They scattered quickly and formed lines, swiftly charging forward. Each of them wielded a long curved blade.

Sasha shot down two and Ford was taking care of his third when the line reached Raz and Milla. They waited until the men passed them before they sprung up and took them down from behind. While they were still confused, Ford and Raz headed toward the GPC's and Sasha and Milla took off toward the beach.

It didn't take long for their attackers to regroup and follow them. Raz and Ford would look back and fire an occasional blast over their shoulder at their pursuers. They were so fast! All of them appeared to be male. Each of them was tall, slender, and agile. They closed in on them with the feral grace of a hunting jaguar. They were clothed in white desert garbs complete with turbans and veils covering their faces except for their eyes. Each of them had deep, vibrant stormy grey eyes.

They had just gotten into the reception area when suddenly, three of the men dropped down from the trees in front of them on the trail and two more appeared on either side.

"Uh-oh..." Ford said.

Meanwhile, Sasha and Milla were running through the main lodge area and down the trail to the beach. Two men sprung up from under the walkway right in front of them and struck Milla hard in the side. The blow knocked her off of her feet and she collided with the railing and fell over it. Several of the men closed in on her.

"MILLA!" Sasha cried. He quickly vaulted over the railing and landed in front of her, taking one man out with a psiblast and another with a well aimed kick to the head. Milla, still on the ground recovering from the blow, kicked her right leg out in an arcing motion, sweeping over the grass.

Being as synchronized as they were, Sasha saw this coming and jumped to avoid Milla's kick. The four men in front of him, however, abruptly had their legs kicked out from under them. Sasha stepped to her side, grasped hands with her and pulled her up in a single fluid motion, twirling her as she did.

She did a sort of pirouette, her outstretched leg caught one man in the head, knocking him out, and ended the pirouette by kicking out again and striking another man in the chest. Then she stepped to Sasha's left and delivered a high kick under his arm to a man behind him. Watching them fight was like watching a ballet.

Milla moved so that the two of them were fighting back to back.

"Baby, you would make a fabulous dancer if you just gave it a chance!" Milla said, striking out at the men in front of her with her mental energy. Sasha smirked.

"That all depends on your definition of dancing." Sasha said, disposing of another attacker.

"There are lots of different kinds of dancing, darling! Hip-hop, tap, Broadway..." Milla went on, kicking the nearest enemy in the crotch. Sasha caught her hands and twirled her around, dipping her low. A sword barely missed catching Sasha's head. Sasha brought Milla back up and twirled her back around. Still holding hands, they stepped apart and each blasted on enemy. They spun back together and ended up with their hands linked, one of Milla's hands on Sasha's shoulder and one of his hands on her waist.

"How about Ballroom Dancing?" Sasha asked. Milla chuckled.

"Sure, you'd be good at that, but I'd like to see you do the Samba!" Milla said. Sasha twirled her lightly, she kicked another man out of the way, then they stepped together and marched sideways, then shot apart, each taking down one more man. They now had a open spot to run through.

"Oh, the Tango! Very stylish!" Milla remarked. They split apart, both smiling and ran through the opening in the men's ranks. They ran down the ramp as fast as they could toward the beach.

Raz fought hard against the men, dodging their blades and swift physical attacks. He and Ford were doing decidedly worse than Sasha and Milla.

Raz ducked to avoid a sword aimed at his head, only to have someone grab his arm, knee him in the ribs, and hurl him into a tree. He barely ducked in time to avoid being skewered through the forehead by another blade. Instead, he only received a gash running from his right temple across his right eye, the bridge of his nose, and down his left cheek, ending at his jaw. Raz kicked the man in the knee and slammed into him with his mental energy, throwing him backwards.

Ford rolled to escape a kick to the head and slammed into one of the men as he got to his feet. He planted his fist firmly into another's face, effectively breaking his nose and blasting another man.

Their attackers had the advantage. Not only were they outnumbered, but they were being forced to fight at close range. Raz had little room to execute his acrobatic offense maneuvers. The men were making sure not to give them an opening. Raz stepped back, trying to get enough space to handspring into one of them, but was suddenly blind sided by another. A sharp crack resounded as Raz's head connected with the trunk of a nearby tree, knocking him senseless.

The man grabbed him and yanked his arm back, wrenching it from the socket and forcing Raz to lean forward. As he did, the man buried his knee into Raz's chest, winding him, and brought his elbow down hard once on the small of Raz's back a second time between his shoulder blades, and delivered a final blow to the back of Raz's neck. Raz slumped to his knees and was slammed into the ground by a merciless kick to the small of his back.

"RAZPUTIN!" Ford yelled. He let out a particularly powerful blast and knocked all the men between him and Raz over. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He saw the tip of a sword protruding from his shoulder near his collarbone. Ford cursed and lunged forward, dislodging the blade from his back before it could do any further damage. He turned to face his attacker and was met with a boot in his stomach. Ford's knees gave out from beneath him. He struggled to stay alert, firing a blast at the man who had kicked him. He had to get to Raz!

Ford tried to get to his feet, but he was pushed down onto his back by another attacker. He could see Raz. The boy was in a daze. His elbows shook as he tried with all his might to push himself up, but he was pinned to the ground by a foot on the small of his back. The man dug his heel into the vulnerable point between Raz's shoulder blades, forcing him to lie flat.

Ford tried again to get up, but he was surrounded. He was kicked and pushed back to the ground every time he tried to get up. Raz looked over to where Ford was being beaten a few yards away, his mind still hazy. One thought overtook him: He knew that man! That was Ford Cruller, and he needed Raz's help. Ford lay on the grass, breathing heavily. He glanced over at Raz with a sorrowful expression that seemed to say "I'm so sorry, Razputin. I've failed you."

Ford's breath caught in his throat. Raz had a glazed look in his eyes, but his eyes were glowing fiercely. The man pinning him to the ground suddenly started yelping. He jumped back away from Raz, holding his smoking foot. Raz rose to his feet and extended his hand towards the men attacking Ford. Raz's whole body suddenly burst into flame!

"THE BOY! GET THE BOY!" The man hollered.

With a grace and speed Ford had never seen before, Raz practically glided over to the other men and struck them down one by one. He twirled and danced out of the reach of the men as they lunged at him with their blades. Everything he touched caught fire.

"NO MORE GAMES! KILL HIM!" One of the men bellowed. Another man took out his sword and threw it at Raz. Ford looked on in horror as it soared through the air and found it's target.

Sasha cried out as a small dagger flew through the air and struck him in his side. He toppled to the ground, rolling a few feet before coming to a stop. He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. He reached to his back where the dagger had stuck and yanked it out quickly. He threw it back at the nearest enemy, embedding it smack in the middle of his forehead; but the others were quickly upon him, and didn't hesitate a second to start beating him into the ground.

Milla turned, noticing that Sasha was no longer right behind her.

"SASHA!" she screamed, racing to his aid. She knocked the men back with wall of mental energy and rolled Sasha onto his back. He was unconscious. She managed to lift her unconscious partner onto her shoulders and made a brake for the beach.

As soon as she reached the mouth of the cave, a dagger pierced her left leg. She stumbled and fell, landing both her and Sasha in a large puddle. The water instantly brought Sasha to his senses and he rose to his feet, firing madly into the oncoming enemies. Milla pulled the dagger from the calf of her left leg and got to her feet.

"Here, darling, you're a better shot than I am." Milla panted, offering the dagger to Sasha. It was soon buried in the heart of one of their attackers.

"I don't see Ford or Raz. Something must have happened. Let's go find them!" Sasha said. Milla nodded and they leaned on each other as they ran into the cave. They turned and shot down the last of their attackers before exiting the cave to find Raz and Ford.

They came into view of the two just in time to see the sword flying through the air towards Raz's flame-engulfed body and hit it's mark.

Milla let out a terrified scream, running towards the boy. Neither her eyes nor Sasha's left the boy as they ran desperately to his aid.

The sword embedded itself deep into the child's back, the other end protruding from his stomach.

The flames that swirled around his body flickered and died as the boy slumped to his knees, one hand on the blade and the other covering his mouth as a harsh fit of coughs gripped his body. Blood spilled from between Raz's fingers and it pooled around the boy's body. Time seemed frozen as Raz's eyes flickered back to life, wide with pain. He caught sight of Agent Cruller lying on the ground, struggling with all his might against his captors.

"A-gent Cruller...I...I'm sorry..." Raz choked weakly. His eyes slipped closed and he slumped boneless to the ground.

"NO!" Ford howled. He began to blast every man within his reach. One of the men restraining him hit him on the head with the hilt of his sword, knocking the elderly man unconscious. Milla let out an enraged scream and lunged at the men, blind with rage and striking whatever came at her. Sasha was right behind her, dishing out psiblasts that were strong enough to kill several men at once.

"DAMNIT! TAKE THEM DOWN! TAKE THEM DOWN NOW!" One of the men yelled. All of the men reorganized and attacked in formation. They all together rushed at Sasha and Milla and overwhelmed them. They held them down and beat them until neither of them was resisting. Both of them had tears streaming down their faces, but they were not from physical pain.

No, they hardly felt the brutal beatings they received. All that mattered to them now was the little thirteen year old boy lying face down in a pool of blood. Sasha and Milla were on their knees, being held tightly by four men.

"Well, that took quite a bit longer than expected." One of the men said leisurely. He sauntered up to them casually. "But, we did finally catch you."

This man was obviously the leader of the group.

"Now, to business. I will ask you nicely only once, then, I shall have to get ugly." He said in a light tone. He leaned down so that he was eye level with Sasha.

"Where is the psychonauts headquarters?" He asked, his tone suddenly steely. Sasha spat in his face. The man pulled back with a look of rage. There was a sickening crack as the man's foot made contact with Sasha's chest, breaking his ribs. Sasha didn't cry out.

"I warned you I would only ask nicely once. Where is the psychonauts headquarters?" He asked again.

"Screw you, Bastard." Sasha growled. The man kicked him again.

"Where is the psychonauts headquarters?" The leader asked again. Sasha lifted his head to look up at the man.

"I'M NOT TELLING YOU, ASSHOLE!" Sasha yelled fiercely. The leader kicked him in the ribs again and again, not stopping until Sasha coughed up blood and hung limp against the two men restraining him.

"Will you tell me now, or perhaps you require more persuasion?" The leader said.

"Bite me!" Sasha choked. The leader smiled sinisterly.

"Well, that's not a bad idea..." He said. He took out a whip from his belt and motioned for the others to hold Sasha still.

"Here, my whip wants a bite!" The leader said gleefully, bringing the whip down on Sasha's back. He brought it down ten times on Sasha's back before stopping.

"What say you now?" The leader asked.

"You might as well kill me now, bastard, because it doesn't matter what you do. I'm not talking!" Sasha hissed between gasps. The leader snarled and whipped Sasha until he no longer reached. Milla was crying quietly, closing her eyes and trying to block everything out. She knew that no matter what they did to Sasha or her or anyone, she couldn't reveal the whereabouts of the psychonauts headquarters.

"Fine then. Maybe she will." The leader said casually. Sasha let slip a gasp. The leader's eyes lit up with malice.

"Oh! I see! This lovely delicate flower must be your wife! How lucky you are to have such a beautiful woman. It's a shame you're both psychic scum. You would have made such a lovely, happy couple, and shared long lives of love and laughter together otherwise. And this old geezer must be your father." The leader said, motioning to an unconscious Ford Cruller.

"My dear lady, you've been through so much today. Why don't you save yourself from more suffering and tell me what I want to know." The leader said, stroking Milla's cheek.

"Never, you child-killing bastard!" Milla spat.

"Oh! I should have known! What a shame...this must have been your precious son..." The leader said, as if he were simply talking about the weather. He strode over to where Raz was lying and carelessly pulled the sword from the child's back and tossed it to it's owner.

"YOU BASTARD!" Milla screamed.

"A shame indeed. Such a beautiful child. Had your eyes. Well, he used to." The man said with a smirk, prodding Raz's limp body with his foot. Milla struggled against the men holding her, desiring nothing more than to send their leader to hell.

"HE IS JUST A BABY AND YOU...!" Milla screamed. She was cut off when the leader kicked her hard in the stomach.

"Shh, my dear woman! Do you honestly believe I enjoy killing children? I assure you, I do not. This is your fault, really. You are a psychic, you mated with a psychic, so your child was a psychic. There was no escaping it. He would have lived if he had been a normal child." The leader said, sauntering back over to Raz.

"I pity the poor boy. He's so young, and because of his parentage, he had to d..." The leader trailed off, his face paling as he studied Raz. He bent over and cut away the bottom of Raz's shirt. There, just barely visible over the hem of his pants was a small tattoo in deep blue. A flame with water coursing all around it.

"Impossible...I should have realized it when he manipulated the fire!" The leader growled. Suddenly, he was knocked to the ground by a powerful blast. At last! Backup had arrived! Five psychonauts ran towards them from the parking lot.

There were three men and two women. One of the men appeared to be in his late forties with quite a few jagged scars covering his muscular body. He had short grey hair and had two ear rings in each ear.

The other two men appeared to be in their mid twenties. One of them had short, curly black hair and rich, chocolate colored skin. He wore a silver loop in his right ear and had bright blue eyes. The other man had short dirty blonde hair and green-brown eyes.

One of the women appeared to be near thirty with long auburn hair and fierce brown-red eyes to match. The other woman looked to be in her mid twenties. She wore her shoulder length blonde hair in a set of pigtails at the base of her neck. She was a little on the short side and had green-blue eyes.

"DAMNIT! RETREAT!" The leader yelled. The men threw down their captives and they all ran into the forest.

"DANE! DREW! FOLLOW EM! BRETT! NATALIE! WITH ME!" The older woman yelled. The older man and the man with the blonde hair went into the forest after their attackers while the two women and the other man ran towards them. As soon as Milla was released, she ran over to Raz.

"Brett, take care of Agent Nein. Natalie, help Cruller." The older woman ordered. She approached Milla, but stopped short when she saw what Milla was so upset about.

"Oh, God...no..." The woman whispered. Milla fell to her knees and searched frantically for a sign that the child in her arms was still alive.

"Razputin? Razputin, darling? Please, sweetheart! Open your eyes!" Milla said shakily. One of the woman knelt next to her and laid her jacket over Raz's shoulders to keep him warm. She dug through her medical bag for supplies.

"Razputin? Oh, God, Please! Please wake up!" Milla sobbed. She cradled him in her arms and buried her face in his soft auburn hair. Raz coughed weakly.

"Momma?" He whispered. Milla could feel her heart wrench inside her chest. She let out a sob and held Raz close.

"I'm here, honey. Everything's going to be alright." She whispered.

"Agent Vodello..." He said softly.

"Yes, darling, it's me." She said, stroking his cheek.

"A-agent Cruller..." He choked.

"Shh, you must be the infamous young Agent Aquato. I'm agent Becca Windsor. I'm also a medic. I need you to save your strength. You've been though a lot today." The female agent said. Raz slipped back into unconsciousness when Becca touched his forehead.

"BRETT! WE GOTTA GET THIS KID TO AN INTENSIVE CARE UNIT NOW!" She yelled to the male psychonaut. She pressed a towel to the wound in Raz's stomach, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Nein's in trouble, Becca!" The male psychonaut said, kneeling next to Sasha.

"Oh, God, please, no! Not Sasha too!" Milla gasped.

"Damn it!" Becca hissed. She carefully took Raz from Milla and carried him over to where Sasha and the other male agent were. Milla knelt next to Sasha, horrified. She reached out hesitantly and touched his cheek.

"M-Milla..." He gasped. He coughed weakly. Milla lifted his head into her lap.

"Don't talk, darling. You're badly hurt." Milla said softly, running her fingers through his dark hair.

"A-are you alright?" He asked. His breaths were coming in short, shallow gasps.

"Shh, save your strength, darling. I'm fine." Milla whispered, new tears forming in her eyes.

"R-Raz..." He rasped.

"Shh, Sasha. Everything's going to be okay, darling. We'll be back at headquarters soon and we'll get you and Razputin to a doctor." Milla soothed. Sasha coughed violently, more blood seeping from between his fingertips. He sunk back against Milla limply.

"HQ, this is agent Windsor. Agents Nein and Aquato are in critical condition. Get the Intensive Care Unit ready to receive them. Ford Cruller is here as well, he's unconscious, and Agent Vodello is pretty scuffed up too." The second female psychonaut said into her communicator, kneeling next to Ford.

"Just get the fudge over here and teleport us back to HQ, Natalie!" Becca hissed. The other two psychonauts emerged from the forest.

"They got away. Vanished without a friggen trace!" The younger growled.

"Oh, my God...They did THAT to a little kid? Those sicko's are gonna pay..." The older said, motioning to Raz.

"Later, Dane. I need you to carry Nein. Drew, go help Natalie with Cruller." Becca ordered.

The older man bent over and carefully lifted Sasha into his arms. The blonde man carried Ford over to the group with the blonde girl close behind.

"Make sure we're all touching. We're going to teleport. Hang on tight, Agent Vodello." Becca said. The blonde girl took Milla's hand and grabbed onto Becca's shoulder and in a flash of white light, they were standing in the psychonauts medical ward. Lili followed closely by her father, Truman Zanotto, the head of the psychonauts burst in through the door behind them. Lili, who looked like she had already been crying began to cry harder.

"RAZ! OH MY GOD!" She cried. She tried to run over to see her boyfriend, but her father scooped her up.

"LET ME GO, DADDY! I GOTTA HELP HIM!" Lili cried.

"Sweetheart, there's nothing you can do." Truman said softly. He held his daughter as she cried on his shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut as Becca laid the limp child on a stretcher.

"Milla? Milla what happened to everyone? Who did this to them?" Lili asked, watching in horror as Sasha Nein and Ford Cruller were laid out on stretchers as well. Milla let out a soft sob and crossed her arms, shaking badly.

"I don't know, darling. I don't know..." She whimpered. She slumped to the ground, hurting all over and breaking inside as darkness took her.

As I promised, a longer chapter! Thank you to Digitaldreamer who's review for chapter 2 I just received! I feel like a total moronic dork head for accidently deleting my story! o !

I'll try to get chapter four up tomorrow, if I can get my school work caught up! Again, reviews appreciated!