Finally got this chapter done. Yes, I know. Rejoice, rejoice, dance around, whatever you crazy people out there do.
Yay.
By far, this chapter has to be one of my favorites. I had a lot of fun writing it, and you'll have a lot of fun reading it :) Hopefully.
Just warning you; this one gets pretty sad at the end. I got depressed writing it.
Dedication: It was all a PUZZLE (Whom I still know and love as CHOCOLATE CHERRY PIE), Mending the Sky (SWIFTPAW!), and tlover13. Love ya, Kelse. Happy New Year's and HAPPY CHRISTMAS!!!!
Disclaimer: NOOOOOOOO!!! Though, in this chapter, there are MANY characters that are property of Oceanmist9: Ryley, Gabe, Leto, Helios, Asteria, Max, Lyss, Ben, Hanna, Jay, Melina, Achlys, Celine, Diana, Samuel, and last but certainly NEVER least, Razielle.
For those of you that skipped the entire list; Congratulations. You passed my test.
Enjoy and love it.
* * * * * * * * * *
(alone)
His eyes never left her.
They were grey like the sky before the storm. Full to the brim of some emotion, like an overflowing cup, sloshing over the sides and spilling down onto the desk where he was sitting with that air of indifference that she couldn't help but feel was attractive in some way. Ruffled light blonde hair that shimmered, she thought appreciatively, in the metallic light that she so hated.
He was still watching. Better for him to think she hadn't noticed.
Bianca Di'Angelo turned her gaze down the aisle, focusing in on Mr. Clare, whose low robotic voice was tediously continuing, much to her dismay. She still felt the boy's eyes on her back, melting and burning, still completely emotionless. His aura was murky, completely opaque to her curious stare and clever mind. Daughter of Hades, Bianca cursed. Yeah right!
Boarding school was no place for a demigod. Especially her. Nico and Ryley were out there, and she was stuck in here, with the band nerds and the geeks and the snotty cheerleaders with their jock boyfriends, and all the while she was just wondering when a monster would come along and she'd get the fight she'd craved so badly, ever since last week when Argus had dropped her off in this prison…
"It'll only be for a little while," Argus said gruffly, the eye on his forehead staring directly at her. "Take care of yourself, Bianca."
Nico had said practically the same thing to her earlier.
His hands were shoved in his pockets, his dark eyes staring dead at the ground. Ryley was perched in the tree above him, conveniently out of earshot, just this once, her blue eyes staring up at the sky as she sang to the birds, who responded so enthusiastically it was easy to see they loved her.
"Bianca," Nico demanded suddenly, his head shooting up. "You can't…You're not…you're leaving me? Again?"
Bianca caught a glimpse of the old Nico lingering in the depths of his black eyes, hiding behind the façade he had thrown up to shut her out. "No, Nico. This isn't like that at all." she soothed, walking up to him. He was a head taller than her, and suddenly Bianca felt ashamed. I left him behind when he really needed me. How could I be so out of it that I wouldn't notice that my own baby brother was growing up?
The birds fell silent.
Ryley had her face turned away, shadowed against the tree as she leaned into it, and Bianca had the strangest feeling that goddesses could cry, and that Ryley was doing it that very moment.
She wrapped her arms around Nico's neck, the highest she could reach. Her brother was tense, so stiff as he stared down at her. Just when he began to pull away, Ryley's clear voice rang out over the treetops, the birds trilling her beautiful song back at her. Nico's black eyes softened.
"I won't ever leave you alone, Nico. I promise." Bianca felt herself trembling. All the same, her voice shook too as she added, "Never alone." She pressed her face against him, breathing in a scent that was all Nico.
They stood like that for a couple minutes, too completely overwhelmed for words. A car horn echoed in the distance.
"I have to go," Bianca murmured, breaking away from Nico and pushing her flying hair out of her face. "Bye, Ryley."
"Byeeee!" The birds trilled, and Bianca cracked a smile. She searched the trees for the goddess, but she was nowhere in sight, the wind rustling emptily through the forest. The warm sun beamed through cracks in the leaves overhead, alternating the forest floor into a spider web of shadows and light.
"Don't do anything stupid, Bianca," Nico whispered.
"When have I ever done anything stupid? If I remember right, it was you that-"
The car suddenly put on a volley of honks. Bianca broke off.
"You better go, Bianca," Ryley suddenly whispered in her ear. "Argus doesn't sound happy."
"Take care of Nico, Ryley," the daughter of Hades pleaded.
Sapphire flames blazed through Ryley's gaze. Bianca almost flinched. "You bet I will."
Bianca turned and ran, her light hair streaming out behind her. The trees flashed by but she didn't notice, as far as she was in the land of dreams already, fading away to nothing but a shadow. Why couldn't she remember…?
"Thinking too hard, Bianca?" he asked. "What about?"
Bianca gazed at him, her next breath already jammed in her throat. His grey eyes were laughing at her, grinning as much as his mouth was, and Bianca loved the effect it had on his face. She was soothed just thinking about it.
The dorm had fallen quiet around them, the younger kids already gone to bed, and everything was peaceful. She didn't want to think about the younger brother she had left behind, didn't want to think about Ryley and Argus and Camp Halfblood. All that was past, and she never wanted to go back. A couple of weeks ago she may have thrown a fit about being here, but that was before she had met him.
"Your face is all scrunched up," he whispered, leaning in, his hand against her cheek. "What's on your mind?"
Bianca sighed as she pressed her forehead against his.
"Nothing, Gabe," she murmured right before she kissed him.
Nothing at all.
* * * * * * * * * *
The hallway darkened the farther along we went, colder and colder with the absence of the lamplight. I could barely keep an eye on Leto; the darker it got, the more she faded away into her element. Finally, I lost her altogether.
"Focus, demititan," she whispered in my ear. "You can see if only you let yourself."
I strained my eyes, picking out patches of inky darkness from the shadows. I couldn't see an inch in front of me, let alone a Titan with the power of invisibility.
"No I can't. I can't do it."
"Close your eyes." I did.
I relaxed, letting my eyebrows unfurrow, letting my muscles unwind. Truly open your eyes. You must have faith.
My eyes flew open.
Leto was perched on a rusty cabinet a couple feet to my left, her hat pulled down over her face. Her whole face was hidden by its shadow, but I saw her mouth move in a grin. She saluted me as she slithered down the cool metal surface, landing soundlessly against the carpet.
"Come. We still have a ways to go."
I reluctantly started walking again, holding my hand up. The magical flame burst to life in my palm, shooting brilliant purple sparks to light up the narrow hallway. I followed the sound of the Titaness' footfalls, glancing uneasily around at the walls. There was a terrible feeling to them, like something horrible had happened here.
Something that had to do with the demigods who lived here.
Sara had said there were demons. Where were they? There was no evidence of them that I had seen, no scent, no piles of dust. I couldn't easily ask the demigods, but there was someone I could ask, who had been alive when it happened…
"Leto, what happened here? It feels terrible, like someone important died in this place, in this maze." I could barely keep my voice from shivering, the fire burning comfortably against my hand. I grabbed my bow, instantly feeling safer.
"Quite the opposite, actually," Leto murmured. "Someone was born."
We went on silently for a few minutes, quietly stepping among the rubbish that littered the hall as we went deeper and deeper into the heart of the labyrinth where Melina now lived. I stayed quiet, knowing that Leto would continue on her own time.
"You know that when the gods moved here from Greece, they brought all their monuments and famed places with them, such as the prison of Typhon, the Labyrinth, and the Lotus Hotel and Casino, where time itself pauses. They may have brought the noble aspects of their history with them, but they brought the wicked places with them as well."
"And this place is…?" I left the question open, like a jagged wound in the darkness.
"The place where your father destroyed Oranos, his father. And it was as if all of the Titans were reborn, for their father had swallowed all of Kronos' siblings, and they were released with his death."
"Including you?"
"No." Leto said shortly. "My parents, Coios and Pheobe; they were swallowed by Oranos. I did not have that pleasure."
I bit back a grin. "So what does this have to do with the kids living here now?"
"The demigods who live here are unaware of this ancient history." Leto explained quietly. "They gather here because it is a place of power; they are drawn to it like moths to a flame. Since it is a wicked place, they are haunted by nightmares, forced to endure all that they fear."
"They were afraid of demons that weren't there," I whispered to myself. I raised my voice. "Is there any way they can be freed from the nightmare?"
"I'm afraid not," Leto said sternly. "You were lucky. Since you are one of us, the nightmares did not latch on to you as they did to the demigods. Melina was fortunate as well."
"One more question," I said. "So it's like a disease?"
"One could describe it as such," Leto nodded. Then her face grew still as she read my thoughts. "But it will not work the way you want, demititan. Camp Halfblood is magically protected against such attacks. You will have to find another way to secure the Oracle." She turned around to look at me. "We're here."
I looked past her. Standing just behind her was a door, perfectly normal looking, nothing special. It looked exactly like all the others, chipped and worn; the doorknob was rusted, glowing green in the magic light, the wood heavily scarred as if something had raked at it with huge talons and claws.
"This is far from an ordinary door, demititan. It can only be opened from the inside, and only if the owner willingly does so. It cannot be forced open or broken down, nor opened from the inside by an intruder." Leto sounded proud.
"Whoa," I said. "That's one powerful door."
"I sure hope so," Leto muttered. "I'm the one who made it." Straightening up, she closed her eyes, waves of power radiating from her over me and the door. I instinctively tensed.
The door swung open.
"Aunt Leto!" Someone cried as a blur flew past me, hugging the Titaness. "I thought you'd forgotten about me!"
My mouth dropped open at the word aunt. Then dropped even farther when I got my first glimpse of the girl Leto called Melina.
She had raven black hair, just like her aunt's; long and curly, tied up in a braid that hung down the middle of her back. She had a slight tan, which made her eyes stand out brightly. They were a soft emerald green, with a certain gentleness and spirit that I couldn't help but admire. She was wearing a really baggy pair of jeans that mirrored Leto's but were blue instead of black, and a green sweatshirt that matched her eyes perfectly. It had a logo of a fire serpent twisting around a sword on the front.
It was the Camp Fireblood logo.
Melina met my eyes.
"Who's this?" She asked quietly, taking in my dirty clothes, ruffled hair, and bow and arrows in a single glance.
Leto looked around carefully, then rested her gaze on me, shooting a look.
Don't you dare.
"We should go inside," the Titaness said, unwinding Melina's arms from around her shoulders. "Quickly."
Melina led the way, still sneaking glances at me past her aunt, who was gently but forcefully pushing her through the door. I killed off the magical fire, closing my hand into a fist. The hallway fell to darkness.
A shuffling noise came from behind me.
Jaaaaaaaaaayyyyy…
Stringing an arrow to my bow as I whirled, I aimed it at the source of the noise. There was nothing there.
Jaaaaaaaaayyyyy…
I shifted again, on my toes.
Nothing.
"Jay!" Leto snapped. She grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me backward. "Get in here!"
Before she had pulled me fully through the door, something launched itself out of the darkness at my face. Its slavering fangs slammed shut just inches from my nose as Leto yanked me through the door and kicked the doglike creature in the muzzle. It let out a piercing yelp as it fell backward on its rump.
Leto slammed the door. I stared hard at the rowan wood, suddenly very grateful for the protective spell the Titaness had placed on it.
"I told you to come in quickly, didn't I?" Leto said savagely as she turned her back on me, settling deep into a couch on the other side of the room.
"Leto, what was that?" I asked quickly.
She ignored me. "Melina," she called.
"Leto!" I insisted.
She swung her head around, glaring at me. Then her gaze softened.
"A mortal soul," she murmured.
"You've got a lot of explaining to do, Aunt Leto," Melina said, her hands on her hips. She had come through another door that I hadn't noticed earlier, most likely because a huge beast was trying to eat me alive.
The room was very sparse; there was the couch Leto was sitting on, the armchair I was leaning against, and that was about it. A small table was pushed against the back wall next to the couch, a radio sitting atop it. The walls were a plain old boring white, the floor made of long planks of wood. I grabbed the arm of the chair, hauling myself up and falling heavily into the soft cloth that swathed it. I curled up, trying to cover up the fact that I was shivering.
"Who's he?" Melina asked again, waving her hand in my general direction.
"He's-" Leto began before I interrupted.
"Jay Sylver," I tried to grin, but it kinda flopped off my face. "Demititan at your service."
She smiled back, a nice bright smile that warmed me up considerably. I finally managed to grin back, then laid my head back against the chair, exhausted.
"This is Melina," Leto said, as if I was stupid and hadn't put two and two together. "She's my sister's daughter."
"Asteria," I murmured as I closed my eyes. I popped one open, looking Melina over.
"No way!" I exploded when it finally sunk in. "Your mom is the Titaness of prophecy!"
Leto laughed. It was the first time I had ever heard her laugh, and it made her seem so less threatening. Her face went blank as soon as the thought crossed my mind.
"It doesn't MAKE me less threatening," she growled.
I gulped. Melina giggled.
"My aunt likes to joke, Jay," Melina said, talking directly to me for the first time. I liked the way her eyes smiled when her mouth did-Cherry rarely smiled, because she was usually so serious. It was nice, in a refreshing sort of way.
"I see where Apollo gets it," I shot back.
"He was always such the comedian when he was younger," Leto broke in, lost in thought. "It annoyed the heck out of Artemis-she would always hunt him down whenever he played a prank on her. She would shoot him with an arrow-a real one- and he would pretend he was dead. They were so adorable."
"Look at them now," I said bitterly. "They have it easy."
"Not for long," Leto said happily. "Kronos will knock them off their perch sooner or later." She curled the end of her braid around her finger.
"What if they're right?" said a trembling voice. Melina. "What if they're the good guys and we're the bad?"
"This isn't good cop, bad cop, Mel," Leto replied, looking uninterested. "The Titans were here first, and the gods are just going to have to accept that we aren't going away."
"But they protect people," Melina insisted. "And all we do is…" she broke off, looking frightened.
"You can say it," I dared, suddenly angry.
"All we do is not care," Melina's eyes were wide. "People die, and it's in our power to stop it. Why don't we bother to try?"
"I'll tell you why," Leto said, staring at her niece. "Human lives are so short, so simple and irrelevant. What have they done for the world, for us? The answer: nothing. We watch, we judge, and we become curious, walk among them for one day to see what they're like, and we come back disgusted. They are not worth saving, Melina."
Melina turned away quickly.
But not before I saw the tear fall.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Achlys!"
I stormed across the room in a flash, snatching a brilliantly flashing Aryryn off its hook while wrenching the door open at the same time. The door slammed into the wall behind it rather mournfully, and I glared at the huge crack that now split the wood in half.
"That's what you get for not making it indestructible!" I yelled at the sky, waving Aryryn threateningly. "Thanks for nothing, Dad!" I started toward the center of camp, muttering to myself angrily under my breath, swearing all the swear words I knew. Stupid Pan, stupid me, stupid Achlys…
"Oh man," someone said behind me, his voice coming in quietly but still full of a strange laughter that only belonged to the sun god, "Are you mad at me? I hope not, I mean, sure, I was the one who foresaw that prophecy about you and Kronos, you know, but that's no reason to go around snapping doors in half and all, I mean, that's rather totally not you, Ms. Nature. Where is your cheerful disposition that I've heard so much about?"
"Helios, I don't have time for you," I snapped, swinging Aryryn around. It sunk into a tree an inch from the Titan's head, and he widened his eyes at me innocently. "Let me rephrase that- I will never, ever, ever have time for you in the small amount of time that is known as my life, nor will I have time for you after I pass away into the Underworld. There isn't enough time in the world."
"That's not very nice," Helios said matter of factly, waggling his finger at me. "Kronos must have lied to me. Asteria, being the witch that she is, probably did too." He mimicked the Titaness' soft voice. "Oh yes, Helios, that particular immortal is verrrry interesting, yes, she absolutely has the most sunny personality in the world and she doesn't even relax in her sleep; her face muscles get all stiff and she holds Aryryn tightly the entire time."
"No I don't…hey!" I narrowed my eyes. "Asteria is a stalker?"
Helios' eyebrow went shooting up. "You're just realizing all this now? What gave it away, the vision of her in your morning yogurt or the button on her Facebook profile that says "I'm not a stalker…by the way, you're out of milk?"
"I'm going to defriend her for sure," I muttered.
Helios suddenly straightened up. "Gotta go, I think the old hag's calling me now-do you mind?"
I thickened the sarcastic edge in my voice. "Oh Helios, please don't leave me alone in the big scary forest all alone, I might get lost like Hansel and Gretel and then Asteria might find me and eat me…"
He only had time for a very confused "Huh?" before he disappeared into thin air.
It took me only a second to remember what I was doing.
I thundered through the slowly awakening camp, sliding Aryryn into its sheath across my back. I pushed past sleepy campers, and as focused as I was, I didn't notice when somebody shoved out a hand to stop me, burning against my shoulder. His eyes were flaming behind his dark sunglasses, and he looked huge compared to the small, red haired girl standing next to him.
"Hey, Ryley." Apollo said.
"Apollo? What the heck are you doing here?" Surprise shocked me out of my anger. My eyes widened as I flashed a glance at Rachel, who just tipped her head at me, her eyes clouded.
"Do I have to have a reason for coming to visit my kids?" He sounded offended, but I couldn't have cared less. "May I ask what you're doing here? Last time I checked, Titans weren't allowed in Camp Halfblood."
"Titaness," I snapped, then stopped. "What are you doing with Rachel?" Reaching back with my right hand, I traced a pattern with my fingers on Aryryn's sheath absently.
"He's clearing my visions!" Rachel burst out. "You know how they were all crowding me? Apollo's been helping me regulate them, keeping them away from me so I can get some sleep." She blinked gratefully at Apollo, who looked modestly down at the ground. I almost exploded laughing.
Then he looked back up at me, and something sank in my stomach. Apollo's handsome, normally cheery face was completely somber, all traces of laughter wiped clear.
"Rachel saw a new enemy," he murmured to me, his eyes flashing around us. There was nobody within earshot; we were tucked in a small copse in the woods, a couple yards away from the nearest cabin, Poseidon's. "This time Rachel's the one in danger."
"Why?"
"We don't know. My best guess," Apollo broke off, staring down at Rachel beside him, who sat down hard in the dirt, her face pale, "is that they want to make us blind. She's the only one who can show us what will happen, what troubles we'll have to face. Without the Oracle, we'd be a wreck." He whipped the sunglasses off his face, finally meeting my eyes. "You know as well as I do what happens when demigods are thrown into darkness…"
"Yeah, I do," I said briskly, instantly choked with memories I didn't want.
Camp Halfblood a hundred years ago, the way it once had been, proud and powerful and determined, kept safe by a handful of demigods who were just as strengthened, just as filled with ancient blood as I was. Celine, Zeus' daughter of fifteen, the best strategist I had ever known; Diana, daughter of Poseidon, thirteen years of age, as dangerous as they come with her chosen weapon, a trident, just like her father; Samuel, a son of Hades, twelve years old, able to shake the earth with just a single thought, crumbling his enemies to dust.
And then there was Razielle.
Looking at the flames dancing in his eyes, I knew Apollo remembered just as well as I did, keeping the pain locked down tight, deep inside himself so that it would never again see the light. I knew if he could, he would forget.
But I wouldn't.
Razielle.
Daughter of Apollo.
Age: 14.
Why? She asked. How?
I answered her questions as best I could, barely keeping the smile from my face. My happiness grew as a seed, and I finally felt like I was recovering from the loss of Lyss, two centuries ago. Every word from her mouth was a drop of water, nurturing my heart, healing it.
Watching her run in the meadow, tracking animal prints in the dirt. The way she would listen, like an animal herself with her head tipped to the side and her ears pointed. I could almost imagine a long, furred tail curled around her knees. She would kneel down in the mud, in the grass, in the river, and point out to me each and every trace of animals there was to be had in the forest, grinning as I turned away from a pile of animal scat she'd pointed out.
The forest loved her.
Razielle, its little flower.
In summer that year, Artemis arrived late, her Hunters trailing dejectedly after her. It had been a hard season; they had lost over half their number to monster attacks and to Kronos, who seemed to be tracking them. In her desperation, Artemis begged the remaining demigod girls at Camp Halfblood to join her ranks. Immortal life at that point was very tempting-Kronos was growing in power, and it looked as if nobody would survive.
I'm going to take her offer, Razielle said. I was shocked.
Artemis will take good care of me. She's my aunt, after all, Razielle insisted.
I am frightened, Ryley, Razielle admitted.
I had been too proud to admit I was scared, too.
"If I had admitted I was afraid, would you have stayed, Razielle?" I whispered.
She left that night. I stayed up late, watching the stars and longing for the next day to be born, that I might see the beauty and hold on to the hope that she would live to return to us, to me, and never leave again.
It's safe to say that I no longer believe in hope.
When the news came, I did not cry.
She's gone, Ryley, Celine cried. She was a softie after all.
Samuel was playing his poker face.
The monsters got her, he said.
Diana punched a tree.
We'll get them then, for RAZIELLE! She shouted.
"For Razielle." I agreed sadly.
* * * * * * * * * *
A few days later, Diana went missing.
She was later discovered in a ring of slain monsters alone, having died from battle wounds. We counted the dead enemy.
I stopped after reaching fifty.
* * * * * * * * * *
A couple years later, Samuel fell in battle. It was said that Kronos himself had killed him.
I blamed myself.
* * * * * * * * * *
Celine fell to depression soon after. I turned a blind eye to her cutting.
If only I had known it would escalate to something so much worse.
Through it all, the Oracle had said nothing.
* * * * * * * * * *
"I'm not going to take this enemy lightly, I promise you." I said in a deadly voice. Apollo nodded, his eyes hardened.
"But would your resolve be as strong if you knew who it was?" he whispered.
"What are you talking about?"
"The enemy that is chasing down Rachel, trying to damage our sight, and destroy us all, that enemy is someone you care about. And it's too late to save him." Apollo's voice was full of sympathy. "Believe me, I'm as full of pity as I could be. Cause there's no way you can fight him."
"I don't need your pity. Who is it?" I snarled.
"He's as lost to Kronos as they come."
"WHO THE HECK IS IT?" I yelled.
"Your father." Rachel murmured.
"No freaking way," I snapped as the pieces of my heart broke.
As
they
shattered
into
oblivion.
Max was first. My memories of him looked like they'd been through the blender, ripped and torn in the places that were slowly fading away. I had to hold on.
Didn't want to forget.
Hanna. Oh how I wished that she had been related to me instead of Kronos. We could have grown up together, could have danced through fire and hell together, never alone. We could have had each other.
It was too late for that.
Too late.
Ben's fire was burned into my memory, always smoldering quietly behind my thoughts, keeping pace with me through the bad decisions and the right ones, through rushed and violent actions. He was my conscience.
But now I was alone, more alone than I'd ever been in my life. Lyss was cavorting about the Underworld. Max, Hanna, and Ben were MIA, lost somewhere in the world between death and life. I had fought a terrible battle with Achlys over Nico, and by the looks of things I was losing the war badly. Bianca was at her boarding school in Rhode Island, probably not missing me one single bit. She could make new friends, couldn't she?
Percy and Annabeth were on a quest somewhere to the west, in Colorado. I didn't even have them to rely on. Chiron and Rachel were too preoccupied with the Oracle's visions to even notice how dangerously close I was to the edge of insanity.
And now I would have to face and kill my own father.
You don't need people, a nasty little voice whispered in my head. All you need is yourself. And look; does anybody even care? Nico's completely forgotten you. He said he loved you, and then he went chasing after Achlys.
"Yes," I found myself whispering. "But there's other people who care…"
You mean Artemis? She's the one who took Razielle from you. And she wouldn't hesitate to do it again if it meant saving her dear little Hunters. You can forget about her.
"But…"
You'll find out soon that I'm right. That you will, the voice was full of malicious glee, fading back into my mind. Alone, the daughter of Pan is alone, all alone…
"Ryley?" Rachel asked, trembling. "You'll help protect me, won't you? I'm scared."
"I'm scared, Ryley," Razielle whispered.
Through it all, the Oracle had said nothing.
"No, Rachel," I said, my eyes hardening as I felt the hatred seep from me, from the voice in my head.
"I don't think I will."
* * * * * * * * *
Location Report (Incomplete):
Chiron: Couch, Big House, Camp Halfblood, New York.
Rachel Dare: Forest, Camp Halfblood, New York.
Bianca Di Angelo: Saint Mary's Boarding School, Providence, Rhode Island.
Alyssa Janaya: On the banks of the river Styx, having a nice conversation with Achilles.
Jay, Leto, and Melina: Terrihio Subway, Salt Lake City, Utah.
Rylin, Nico, and Achlys: Halfblood Hill, Camp Halfblood, New York.
Cherry, Fell, and Sal: Crossing the border between Wyoming and Colorado.
Percy, Grover, Annabeth, and Clarisse: Fighting some monsters near the border of Colorado and Nebraska.
* * * * * * * * * *
ERROR! SYSTEM OVERLOAD!
Max Perry, Hanna Finn, Ben Perry:
Alive.
System will now shut down in 5…4…3…2…1…
* * * * * * * * * *
Rylin finally breaks down.
I would appreciate reviews :)
