About ten miles away from the hotel, the Reavers stopped. In the middle of a highway. With no gas station around. Which was awesome for me, because I had just ran out of gas. I pulled over, and tried to think of a way to disguise myself. I looked around the car. I pulled open the glove box and found everything I needed to disguise myself- I found a makeup bag. I coated my lips with a dark red color, and I put on a pair of sunglasses. What I did next was dumb.

I got out of the car, and snuck around Donald Pierce- who was smoking. I saw an older man talking to Caliban, who I guessed was this mysterious Doctor. I kept hidden behind the van door, and I knew I couldn't stay there. I had to find one of their cars to steal. I saw one that had no one in it. I made my move. The car was a black pickup truck with a cover over the back, I opened it, and slid in. The only other thing than me in here was weapons. I huddled up in the back corner, and moved the guns in that area away.

Eventually the car started again, and then it stopped. I heard gunshots and screaming. I got out. I was far away from the gunshots and the screaming, so good thing I ran track in middle and high school. I sprinted to Logan, he was standing over Charles' dead body. My legs felt shaky and my eyes watered up.

"Logan," I whispered. He looked up at me, a tear streaming down his face. I went to him, and took his hands. I didn't care about me in that moment, I cared about Charles and Logan. I moved Logan aside, and grabbed Charles' hands. They were still warm. I felt my energy flow through my hands, but nothing happened.

"Please," I muttered, "Please work." But, it didn't. I looked at Logan, I had let my tears loose, and they were now streaming down my face. I heard Laura scream. I grabbed Logan's hands, and pushed my energy through to him.

"You've got to save her," I whispered, and she screamed again. There was an explosion. I couldn't look away, I had to focus. Logan's hair became less grey and his skin smoothed again. I let go, and he ran. I watched him fight a clone of him.

The clone was rammed into a wall. When this happened, I ran to Logan. He was dying. I placed my hands in his once again, and again moved my energy into him. His wounds turned to scars, but I couldn't fix them all, I fell over, and grabbed his leg.

"Leave me, save her," I muttered, and my eyes shut. I wasn't sleeping, but I couldn't keep them open for any longer. Logan drove away, and I stood up. My legs threatening to give out at any moment. I stumbled over to Logan's clone. I placed my hands on its twitching body.

Healing people and reading their happy memories took strength out of me, hurting people and ready their worst memories gave me strength. I kept my hands on it, and slowly it stopped twitching. I felt strength flood me, and I knew I'd be able to fight my way out of this one. I felt someone's hands on my shoulder, trying to pull me away from Logan's clone.

"Get off of him!" I recognised his voice as the Doctor I had seen talking to Caliban. I elbowed him, and let go.
"You're fucked now, Doctor," I said. I shoved him to the ground, and that's when I noticed what had exploded. The van Caliban was in. I ran towards it, my heart pounding. I couldn't lose another friend. Not on the same night. My heart speed up, and I looked around. All I could see was fire.

I hopped into the van, and looked through the flames. Caliban was dead. His cell door had flown off. I picked up Caliban, and carried him outside. I gently placed him in the grass. I stumbled a few feet, and tripped over Donald Pierce. Of course. I fell on the rough gravel next to him.

"You still alive?" I asked, kicking him in the side. No response. I checked his pulse, nothing. I noticed his mechanical hand was gone. I stood up, and searched the area until I found it. By then, the Doctor had stood up. I went inside the van, and searched the cabinets for a screwdriver. Luckily, I found one. I left the van to be engulfed by flames. I felt my body heal from the burns it received from being in the van. I slumped onto the floor next to Donald. I started fixing his arm when the Doc pressed a gun to my head.

"I want you to bring him back," He commanded.

"Before you start making threats, why don't I introduce myself. I'm Brita Smith. Who the fuck are you?"

"Doctor Xander Rice," He answered. I nodded.

"Well, I can't bring him back, he's dead. Not my fault there, I just need some energy. But, something else can bring him back," I whispered, motioning to Donald with my head. I placed my middle and pointer finger on his next.

"What?" Rice asked.

"He's alive," I said while smiling. Rice looked surprised.

"He was dead just a few moments ago," Rice looked puzzled, then realization hit him, "I told him to inject himself with your blood."

"He shoots, he scores," I muttered.

"There's more in the fridge, go get it, or I'll shoot you." I smiled, and stood up. I walked into the burning van once again, and opened the fridge. Everything in there seemed alright. I pulled out the three vials of my blood.

"They're yours if you promise not to kill me," I said. Rice chuckled.

"That's not a threat." I smiled and chuckled.

"I could throw these vials on the ground and shoot myself,"

"Then we'll take blood from your dead body."

"Doesn't work that way, doc. See, my powers are about life and death. And once I'm dead, so are my powers. My blood won't work." Rice dropped the gun, and I smiled. I handed him the vials. Rice fished a phone out of his pocket. He dialed a number, and I knew that I was screwed, again.