Cat: Heyyo! Cat here. Sorry for the dormancy. (is that a word?) I've been really busy lately. And the only reason I'm doing this is because I don't want to clean my room. XD
Nutmeg: Hey, it's a chapter, right?
Cat: Shut up. Go back to typing or whatever.
Nutmeg: Fine!
Nutmeg: *gets poofed away by Cat*
*Little Cinnamon's POV*
Cinnamon527 sat by the pond, letting her feet dangle over the dock into the cool water below. The fish swam by slowly, sluggish in the summer heat. It was a perfect day for, well, anything. But Cinnamon didn't want to do anything. She wanted to do nothing.
And so that was what she did.
As the sun neared its highest point in the sky, the girl lay down in the sot, warm grass. She let it curve around her body, making a perfect imprint of it in the ground.
Then something awkward happened: it began to rain.
Cinnamon jumped up and ran away from the water, into the pine-forest. She could hear the rain beating down hard on the needles before it managed to touch her skin, and she dove under the roots of a sycamore tree, which for some reason was growing in this forest. Safely out of the rain, Cinnamon climbed down a ladder, went through a door, and wiped the extra rain off her forehead.
"Where have you been?"
Spinning around, Cinnamon saw a tall girl with long blonde hair and icy-blue eyes sitting at a table. She was holding a map, and hadn't looked up when Cinnamon came in. "Uh, out," she answered akwardly.
The girl at the table looked up, her eyes sparking angrily. "You went to the pond, didn't you?"
Cinnamon hung her head; she knew she wasn't allowed out of te woods. But on such a beautiful, hot day, the pond had eemed so welcoming...
"Well, go lie down," she instructed with a sigh. "There' a new kid. I sort of need you to show him around."
Cinnamon gave her a curt nod before heading down a dimly-lit hallway. The only lights were a few redstone-torches that dotted the walls. Nobody cared how much light there was, as long as there was light.
The girl opened a door, surprised to see her room already lit up by the lamps. Brushing her ginger hair out of her face, Cinnamon glanced around the room. Nothing seemed to have changed. Her bed with still in an indentation in the wall, her chests set up on little trap-door shelves. There was a painting over two pieces of glass, but it wasn't very pleasant Just a purple sunset, to remind them of things long forbidden by the Resistance.
However, today, somebody was sitting on her bed. He had chesnut-brown hair, a big raggedy but well kempt. He had hazely-brown eyes, and was wearing a white shirt and blue-jeans. The boy had looked up when Cinnamon entered, but he hadn't seemed to care much that he wasn't alone in the room anymore.
"Erm, hih," he muttered, standing up and holding out his hand. Cinnamon didn't take it. She wasn't very friendly with newcomers. "I'm Nightshade," he continued, taking his hand and putting it behind his back. "New."
Cinnamon rolled her eyes Of course he as new. Did he think she was dumb? She had the highest IQ in the entire little base they had. "So, what did you do to deserve this?" she asked, almost letting a smile play across her face.
Nightshade looked down at his feet. "I jus stole some wheat from a random guy," he muttered. "AK told me to come to this room, after she found me running. And you?"
"I killed a guy," she answered calmly, reaching her hand beind her back to make sure it was still there. Yes. She could feel it's shape through its casing, strapped t her back. Something Cinnamon always kept wit her, in case she ever needed to use it again...
And so, she turned on her heel and walked down the hall, Nightshade following. "So, is AK, like, a leader here?" he asked.
Cinnamon gave a curt nod as she opened a door into another room. The bed was empty, and she flicked the lights on. It seemed to be one of the old rooms, seeing as it had no painting and was only 4x2x2 blocks.
Nightshade quietly thanked her, staring at the floor as she closed the door.
*15-year-old Cinnamon's POV*
Cinnamon527 sat on the floor on the log-house, rolling the bow over in her hands. She'd just recieved it for a long term assignment from AK, and Cinnamon wasn't just ready to use a bow yet. She still preffered her iron-knife, always forever in its sheath, strapped over her shoulder behind her back.
Nightshade sat on the couch in the other room, enjoying the nice fire as the snow fell to the ground outside the windows. Lightning5050 casually sat next to Cinnamon, watching her carefully.
"So, you ready to go?" he asked after a moment.
Cinnamon nodded. "The sooner it's done, the better," she whispered back. "So here's the plan; you two get him scared by shooting at him from the trees, and then I'll come up behind him and stab him with the back."
Lightning laughed and rolled his eyes. "Trust you to make the best plans, Kat," he laughed, getting up and leaving the room. Lightning5050 was her best friend, they'd known eachother for five years now.
Cinnamon sat crouched in the bushes, waiting for their target to emerge. She glanced at her watch; 10:59:58 pm. .2 seconds later, sure enough, a tall girl emerged from the trees. She had long blonde hair and icy-blue eyes. AK.
Cin i't realize who it was she shot until, too late! Her boss collapsed to the ground with a gasp.
All three teenagers ran up to her, surprised to see that it hadn't been AK at all. "Anonymou death," Nightshade muttered.
They all nodded, and Cinnamon took of her jacket. It was pretty nice, barely used. A creeper jacket. Not something you could buy in a store these days. She pulled it on,and they walked off into the trees.
Cat: I cannot begin t tell you guys how horrible I feel today. :( I don't even know why I feel like this. I've got a headache, for some reason I just feel off, and where my lower jaw connects with my upper jaw, on both sides, it really really aches.
Deadlox: *poofs in*
Deadlox: Hi. :\
Cat: *falls over onto the floor*
Deadlox: She'll update later. Until then, peace. And happy Canadian Tuesday, eh? ^..^ Um, Cat knocked-out.