BLAH! I DON'T SAY BOOK BAG LIKE BOOK BAYAHG! IT'S ALL LIESSSSSSSS! So back off Eric! Anyway this chapter doesn't go as I predicted, eh oh well. And yeah yeah yeah, I know this is going to be a corny name but I don't care, Marco's sister's name was Polo. so they were like Marco and Polo the explorers.

A soft cough escaped Rain. Opening her eyes she felt the heat before she felt the fire. Fear ran threw her like a deer runs threw the forest. She wanted to run and hide like she tried in her vision. Rain knew that if she did that she would die a slow, horrible death. The coat was covering her like a blanket. She jumped up grabbing the coat, as she did so her ankle gave out. Not caring about the pain. She stood gingerly.

She wondered what she was going to do. She saw that she survived and she saw her death. This is fate's doing. It gives each living person, or un-living in the boys case, an important choice each day. Her was fight to live or give up. Hard path or fast and easy path. She chose sitting in the corner she saw herself die in, the bed now on fire.

"NOO" the shriek rang in her ears. 'David, I'm sorry.' she though as tears started to run in rivers down her cheeks. She herd him struggling to get to her. None of them could save her now.

Now wrapped in the blanket she heard who she believed was Dwayne say "Marco! Hold on to him tighter we need to get him out of here!" David roared in furry. His struggling increased. "FUCK! Ow David stop bitti-OW!" Dwayne hissed. His voice along with the struggling got smaller and smaller.

Now in silence she knew they had left. She heard an anguished cry from David. It tore her soul. She couldn't do this to him! she had to survive, if not for herself them for him. Thinking in warp speed she realized there was a way. Another way out, sure it was about a four or five story climb but, there was a chance to survive and make it out alive!

She put on the coat and left her corner. Going into the tunnels could be more dangerous than staying here, but it was a chance she had to take, for David. The metal table caught her eye, Pushing it into the rock to hopefully keep most of the smoke out of the tunnel she crawled as fast as her wounds would allow. Reaching her destination wasn't easy. Her stomach wounds were all almost torn back open. Her ankle throbbed, and her wrist wasn't able to move thanks to the splint. Heat reached her, she felt like she was cooking.

Pushing the sleeves of the way too large coat up to her shoulders, she removed the splint and threw it to the ground. Grabbing a rock that jutted out with her good hand she started the long ascent to the top of the bluff. Smoke started to come to her, the table must have given away. Rain didn't have much time, she had to move faster be fore she was asphyxiated.

Her hand was stinging and she was feeling light headed from blood loss. She tried to call out to the boys, maybe they'd hear her. But her coughing was all that came out. Tears now spilled in rivers down her blackened cheeks. She felt as if all of this was too much. Very faintly she heard what sounded like a weep. Listing harder and hanging on to the wall for dear life she heard it again, it must have been one of the boys. 'David? I- I have to keep going for them, screw myself. I need to stop being selfish and go to them. They love me and want me to survive, why else would one of them weep?'

Taking as beep of a breath as she could, she took another rock in hand and continued up. When she reached the top she was exhausted. She pulled her self up and out. wanting nothing more then sleep, she almost closed her eyes 'SHOCK!'. She was going into shock she needed to stay awake. Forcing herself into a siting position, she tried standing only to face plant. Forcing her self to the edge she saw the boys.

Standing in front of everyone, Paul was silently crying staring into the cave. Dwayne was to his right hand on his shoulder silent tears fell down his cheeks. Marco was staring at a black crotched figure, his tears were silent as well. David was the crotched figure, head in between his knees, hands clutched on top of his head. His tears weren't silent. He was the one that she heard weeping.

She had seen Dwayne cry once. He had almost lost her, they were tears of relief. Marco had cried when she was 6 and told him she hated him. They had said sorry and forgave each other. Paul cried when he told her about Punk, and their unborn child. But never had she seen or heard of David crying. It killed her to know she was the reason for his tears.

Acting too rash for anyone's good she Yelled at the top of her lungs to them "DAVID, MARCO, PA-" She coughed "PAUL, DWAYNE! I'M UP HERE! HELP PLEASE!" Her tears were coming. They all looked up in shock as she stood, almost tipping off of the cliff once or twice, up and looked down on them. Bad idea. To stand wasn't smart for when her legs gave out she tumbled over the cliff. Expecting to hit and splat on the ground she cried out to David to save her.

And he did. He flew of to her and caught her. Clutching onto him she hid her face in his muscled chest and cried as silently as the other boys. "Had to give you your coat back." Her try at humor only got a choked sound out of David as he landed besides the other guy. "Dwayne, I- I think I'm going into shock. All I want to do is sleep." A grunt Sounded from him signaling he under stood. "Thank you Marco for teaching me to climb, otherwise I wouldn't of made it." His hand landed softly in her hair. "I'm sorry Paul, I didn't mean to make you think you lost yet another person you cared so much about." He didn't make a sound, but she knew he was glad she was alive. "And thank you so much David for saving me."

"I did a lousy job at it!" He sounded pissed at himself. She was going to say something else but She couldn't hold off sleep anymore. And yet again unconsciousness came.

David wouldn't let any of the other boys hold her. But they understood. Those two were Destined. They were meant to be together, in life or death. And they were glad she made it. She was mumbling something in her sleep. Dwayne had made sure she hadn't gone into shock. She was exhausted though. Rain was mumbling about vampires, and how she loved them and their 'awesome flying-y coolness'. The three boys that weren't holding her shared a look. "She knows" David stated with out looking away from her. "She's known, yet she had stayed."

"How do you know?" Marco hissed. David just pulled her worn copy of Dracula out of his coat pocket with one hand. "Oh... Maybe I should have gotten her a different book..."

"Why didn't she say anything?" Dwayne asked as he bandaged her back up.

"Maybe she was scared of us." Marco commented.

"No, that's not like her" David stated "What's happening with the fire?" Paul told him that he just finished putting it out. "She probably wanted us to tell her."

"Guys, why didn't we just put the fire out in the first place?" Marco asked. Silence was what he was answered with, until David spoke.

"Fear."

"What?" Paul asked

"Fear it is brought up by imminent danger. It 'excites' the senses and dull the thoughts. For me it 'excited' my sense of terror. The terror of her dying. Paul didn't you feel like you just lost Punk again? Marco did you feel the dread of losing Polo come in the shape of losing Rain. Dwayne what Abu-"

"What's this got to do with not putting out the fire?" Dwayne interrupted. He just received a look from David. The same look that Star received that fateful night oh so long ago. "Yeah." Was the last thing said by anyone that night.