Well, I managed to kep myself writing, and told myself I had to finish this, for the sake of my friends, family and only reader (YAGG). Well, here's the eight chapter and I put a little quote in this part. It's very small, just once mentioned in one of the plays. I don't know how the Team act in real, it's is mostly considering how they react on the situations I give them. I do not own Team Starkid or their productions. Enjoy!

-Vuraangreg

"Alright, so who do they got?" Richard asked. They chose to have every three days a meeting with all camp-'members', to see if everybody is still there. Everyone that's not been captured, was there – because it was still a bit too busy and too much information at once, ST sat ten feet away from them.

"They got Kayla, Olive, Samuel, Lauren and Dylan and they had Bruce. They tried to take me as well, but they didn't succeed. Just a kick in their knees and I could escape," Jay said. Richard nodded – they took two of their parents, the three youngest kids, and the oldest boy if he didn't count himself and Shayne.

"I guess they'll go after Clark, Shayne or me. Shayne and I are the oldest, so we're the most dangerous," Richard said, forgetting about Clark's dossier. Iris came closer. Luke set up a disgusted look and turned his head – he didn't really like the romance between his older sister and Richard Ron Richter. Both boys were friends, and it was just 'disgusting' to see his older sibling being romantic with his second-best buddy in the S-family.

"That may not happen, Richard," she whispered. He took her hand.

"Everything is going to be okay, Iris. We'll find them, and stay out of their hands. And we'll find our parents as well." Parents… ST, still lying where he woke up, couldn't effort to think about his parents. Well, he couldn't effort to think about Joey anyway. He'd be mean, nasty, took every chance he got to make his father look like an idiot (like Richard said), and the last time ST had seen him, he was trying to save him. He was there, but couldn't remember it. they say it was horrible, because he didn't know what was going on. And that it was better he didn't try to remember.

At least, that's what Richard and the others told him.

"We need to split up. C'mon, we are a big target here! They know we're here, how else could they know we're here?" Luke asked. It was stupid in some way, and some of them groaned silently, but someone dared to respond him.

"She could walked over to them. It all became too much and she got away from us, like Bruce," ST explained, knowing it was one of the things he really understood there. He didn't really like those kids – I mean, he didn't really like Delia, and Luke, and he couldn't really find it with Shayne as well. But it were a few of the only allies he had now, and he needed to trust them. If they only could trust him.

"But what he says isn't a bad theory. For once, that dumb-ass is right. We are a big target, and all of them know our biggest flaws. And we need to keep moving anyways – Mom still is a bit of a ninja," Jay said. ST looked up at the brunette, confused about what she just said.

"Your mother's a ninja, but who is she?" he asked, and a lot of them groaned by ST's question – they didn't even try to hide it. He looked immediately offended for some reason. He couldn't change the fact he just forgot Jay Walker's mom.

With the adults, was it still a big mess in ST's mind. He vaguely remembered everyone, but nothing else about them. He recognized them by looking at pictures of them, but didn't knew anything anymore about them. Well, he knew they were former members of Team Starkid, and that they made at least six musicals, could be more, and that they were all friends of each other. And that the strong core of friends lived in Chicago, with their group called the 'S-family'. Nothing more.

That's why Bruce, Iris and Richard had searched a lot of pictures of each and every single one of them he certainly had to know. Some of the members were cut out, because he didn't saw them much or just didn't like/hated them (like Joe Moses and Jeff Blim, for some weird reason). The one he knew best of all the pictures that were shown, was Brant Cox. Why? ST couldn't stop thinking about the Starkid With No Voice (like the Starkid-fans nicknamed him long time ago, they still loved him), because of his injury. All the others were just a big blur.

Bruce, Iris and Richard made a game: they showed a picture and ST had to say the first thing coming up in his mind. They responded if he was right or not, and ST had to say why he thought of that. If wrong, they had to say something about him/her ST would never think about. ST didn't really like the game, and they were playing it with him at the most unreasonable hours, but he had to, if he wanted to gain as much information as he wanted.

"Then we should split up," Clark said, ignoring ST's question. ST himself wasn't listening anymore, as his mind drifted to a memory of this morning…

10 hours ago (5 AM)

Okay, ST, wake up! Time to sharpen your knowledge." Bruce said to ST, who slowly woke up. He looked irritated because his so-called cousin woke him up that early.

"Does it really have to happen right now?" he said sleepy.

"Yes, it does. So – what is this?" the oldest Walker'-kid asked, holding up a photo of someone he initially disliked, but also very supportive was to his life until… his unconsciousness chose this picture, and he wasn't going to pick any other – that man inspired him somehow.

"I don't know, er… sasquatch." ST said, lying back down, hoping Bruce would just let him sleep for now. But he knew they had to note everything down, so there were probably more pictures. Bruce looked confused from ST to the picture he took.

"You think he's a sasquatch? Seriously?" Bruce exclaimed, looking at his so-called cousin like he went crazy. Sasquatch, really?

"Not really… it is, er… biceps, triceps… that man has muscles for sure."

"Something else you can remember?"

"He's a dick." Bruce nodded as he noted it down fastly, so it went almost unreadable in no-time.

"And I think of a woman without a nose," ST said hesitating. Bruce knew nothing more was coming, and noted this all down.

"You got it all right. He is muscled, but he played a dick but isn't really one. He once played Umbridge and Voldemort in the musicals Richard should've told you about. And what do you think could his name be?"

"Er, I don't know, but guessing can't be that bad. Er… Damien?"

"No; it's Walker, Joe Walker. My father, by the way, the man you liked most, if you didn't count your father, according to Richard." Bruce began, and ST sighed. Walker… that name meant something bad, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Things came back, but he had still the feeling there were more. By every new memory returning, there were still a hundred he had yet to discover again.

Present

"Then we should split up," Clark said, ignoring ST's question. St seemed a bit distracted, so they didn't really pay attention to him.

"Just to say- only two are allowed to go w…" Bruce said, but stopped suddenly. His worried look made way from an angry look, and he pinched his eyes together. Right now, it looked like he really tried to concentrate onto something, but his friends knew something else was going on. Their friend… well, let's say the Darkness has a bigger grip onto him now since Lauren had given up any resistance, which was really, really bad. When both parents are under the Darkness' control, it's most likely their children are after a couple of days, and it only works around five days. But with Bruce, it was different. Bruce lost not that long ago both his parents to it. And one of them was the Darkness' personal puppet. He almost fell onto his knees, covering his ears with his hands like he was trying to keep someone out, or not to hear something/someone in his head…

"What's going on here?" Maurice asked, somewhat looking scared at what Bruce went through at the moment. In all of a sudden, Bruce looked straight to what was in front of him. At the moment, the trees, some rocks and a lot of blankets, sleeping bags flashlights. He only stood there silent seconds, and he acted very strange. well, he didn't really act strange, he just stood still and looked to one particular place hidden between the bushes.

"Bruce? Can you hear me? Is everything okay?" Richard tried to come closer, but when Bruce had his eyes fixed on Richard, he started to attack the oldest Richter left. They all tried to separate Bruce from Richard, for the latter's sake, and there was a small boy that had a genius plan, which he shared with Delia.

Clark went to the trees Bruce was staring at miniscule seconds ago, and shouted as hard as he could. "Hey, big dumb fat piece of flesh! Yes, I mean you, Stinker! Try to catch us if you can, which you can't! We're always faster, let's see if you can win over us." And Clark and Delia started to run, an angry Bruce following right behind him. They ran as fast as they could, and once Bruce started to come closer, the hid between the trees and Bruce just blindly ran past them, right to their one and only Source of Evil.

"C'mon, let's follow him," Delia said, and Clark tried to push him back.

"No! we'll get into trouble if we do," he said. Delia grinned by the fact the boy was just two years older, and she wasn't one to give up that fast. If she only knew what things were spooking around in his mind…

"Just what looking around, nothing more. Besides, we can get some useful information. If you don't want to go with, I'll go myself," Delia said as she walked straight to the direction Bruce went. Clark sighed. We're gonna get in so much trouble, he thought before following her, if she wants to study the Darkness, than she'll has to be in charge.

The minutes that followed, were silent ones. Just silent walking through the forest, and wondered why the birds could still sing, while all this was happening. Why they still could make their happy sounds when a lot of their friends had joined the Dark Side. But they listened to their songs anyways. They were used to another sort of music (their parents musical songs, mostly), but they found this relaxing. It gave them somewhat hope that there was still some good in the world. And that kept the duo going, looking around for any signs of the Darkness. Until, one moment…

"DAD!" Delia suddenly screamed. Forty or fifty feet ahead, Brian Holden lied onto the ground. It looked like he was unconscious. He didn't move, but they could see he was still breathing. He was alive, full-grown and there were no signs the Darkness already got him. Delia ran toward her father, but Clark hesitated.

"Delia, wait. I don't know about this. How could he even come here when he wasn't even with us a few days ago? And you wanted to follow Bruce, remember?" Delia was only a few feet away now. "Oh, c'mon Clark, Bruce won't run away! Don't tell me you're afraid of my Dad, radio host Brian!" Clark wanted to walk away, but then Delia screamed one word, which she also kept repeating. "Coward!" Clark's face slowly became red.

"I'm not a coward! I'm just careful." He defended himself. This was one of his moments he was the shy one, the carful one. "So you're saying you're a coward!" Delia said, coming more closer to her father.

"If you're careful it doesn't mean you're a coward! I just want to protect you, like ST asked me to." Delia turned to Clark. And she didn't seem happy to hear those words. "Don't tell him I said that." Clark fastly said. For one of the bravest, he was still one of the most idiotic and silliest people she'd ever met. Clark, at the other side, only searched an excuse to come with the small Holden-kid, so she could at least be safe.

"ST told you that you had to protect me? I hope he has it wrong about you being my sort of guardian." "But off course I am. I used to be Bruce's, and since your traits are almost the same, you were second on the list. You're only eleven! I have to!"

"And you're only thirteen, so we're even. I'm going to wake him up." Clark also came closer, but ended up stopping at seven feet away. He still didn't trust the scenario. They found, out of all people they could find, Brian Holden, the one who couldn't go on vacation because of his job, and he was just lying in the forest? That just screamed for suspense. Delia at the other side touched her father's arm, trying to wake him up, but in all of a sudden a hand closed around her wrist. She cried Clark's name, who came to help the little Holden. He stopped a few inches from the two.

"I'm glad it isn't Mom; I don't think she'll tolerate I'll help you. But how can I possibly consider helping you if you've acted like jerk to me my whole entire life?" "What are you staring at? Help me, please!" Delia cried, trying to free herself out of her father's grasp.

Clark pulled at the fingers of Brian, and he got her free. He kicked in Brian's stomach – why hadn't he done this earlier? It was fun! – before the two started running. They didn't look back, but could hear someone was following them. "Don't you ever give up!" Clark shouted. Delia cried: "What do you exactly think I'm doing right now?"

"Just shut up; we need to save energy for our flight!" Clark shouted back as Delia rolled her eyes. The shy boy from just minutes ago was gone, and made way for his 'brave-jerk' side.

Clark stumbled, heard something crack and cursed slightly. Delia stopped and looked at Clark. After hesitating some moments, she ran back to him. "My leg! I can't move it. I think it's broken," he said, trying to stay strong in front of Delia. She tried to get him up, but Clark shook his head and pushed her away. "You have to go." It was a hard decision, but she couldn't do it. she may be mean toward Clark because he was a bit unpredictable, but that didn't mean they were no (so-called) cousins anymore.

"Clark, I won't leave you!" Delia said as stubborn as she was, but Clark already shook his head again.

"They're too close, go!" he shouted. Delia hesitated, but still didn't move. "Clark…" Delia tried for the last time, but Clark pointed at the south – the direction they first came from.

"Delia, now! I'll be fine, I promise!" he watched how she ran away, leaving him behind. He turned his head to find three figures from which he couldn't see the face standing right before. He tried not to look that scared. Fear was a sign of weakness; they might use it against him. So, all he did was smile at them.

"So, you got me! Congratulations to capture a wounded kid with a broken leg who can't flee at all." The three people stared at each other – it was clear they didn't expect this from an thirteen-year-old. Inside, he was freaking out. But his father was an actor and his mother was freaking Jaime Lynn Beatty, so he set up his best poker-face.

"We got the wrong one. We need the girl, not the boy!" one of the three, a man, said. Clark recognized the voice, but couldn't say who it was. He was sure the second person was his friend's drama-teacher, the man he called Uncle Brosenthal. The one who actually warned for this to happen.

"How can you expect she was alone? We knew they won't let her go alone, and now the boy ran into our trap! How could you expect her to run into this trap?" Ah, so it was a trap? Interesting to know.

"We couldn't, you just had to place it more south, less north!" the first man said.

"Well, he'll have to come with, because I guess he already recognized you, though you changed your voice," Brosenthal said. Clark had no idea who the second or third man was. The three people nodded at each other and Clark started to get afraid. But he had to be strong. For his mother, who was somewhere out there.

The third one, the person who hadn't said anything yet, held a little syringe in his hand, and said one thing. "Please be quiet; it only will hurt a little." He heard that so many times, coming from the many mouths of the many doctors he's had over the years to help him fight his illness. But this time, it was a woman's voice, he almost had heard every single day of his life. Tears began to run across his face as he felt how the woman pierced the syringe into his arm. His vision started to blur immediately.

"Mom… why…" he could only cry before it went black in front of his eyes.

This feels so, so bad to write! Dead God damn it... Clark, Joey, Bruce, no! I almost cried wile writing this, it just feels bad. Why did I even make the Darkness anyways? I could've given them a happy, silent vacation (as far if that's possible for Starkid), but no, I threw them in the dark (literally and figurally). I don't hate this, I just hate to brake the free S-family apart. All the kids, Lyana Greenwood, Amelia Thunders, Maurice Daniels and the Darkness are mine; Charley (and Shayne and Ethan) Logan are created by Your Average Gryffindor Gleek and Claudia Stones by Silentdramaqueen01. Please review; it motivates me to go on with the story. Must warn you, I'm a slow updater. I don't have much time to write you see...