Isabel

I push my way through the crowd, ignoring the fact that I'm bringing more attention to myself than I should. I hear the people shout things like 'Terrorists!' or 'it's a revolt!' Dillon appears to be creating a roucous as well, running up the stairs of the grand staircase. I follow him up along with two others who are chasing me. I knock out the boy with my fist and he falters, falling down the stairs. The second, a girl, brings out a knife, prepared to fight. The silver weapon flies towards me, and lodegs itself into my arm. I flinch at the pain as I yank it out then heal myself.

Another boy comes along, a tall one who Dillon appears to recognize. He comes forward.

"Heron," Dillon hisses.

"Bastian," he replies coming forward. He curls his hand into a fist and rams it into his chest. Winded, he is able to send another blow and he crashes into the wall. He's the only person I've seen stronger than Dillon, except for an immortal.

He turns his attention to me and smirks. He presses me to a wall in a chokehold. His hand squeezes my neck and I flails around, almost helpless, however, I manage to kick him in between his legs and his grip is loosened. Regaining his strength, Dillon takes this chance to his own advantage and grabs Heron's neck instead. He gasps for breath and squeezes his eyes, using his last moments of consciousness to wing himself out of here.

"Where is he?" Dillon screams as he grabs last remaining soldier, the girl, by her shirt front, a knife held threateningly to her throat. Her eyes widen. Where is who? I wonder.

"I don't know!"

"Give me a break!" he retorts, the tip of the knife just piercing her skin.

She gulps, "Lathenia will kill me for this," she whispers, mostly to herself.

"Not if I kill you!" Dillon threatens, sending a trickle of blood down the girl's neck. I've never seen him this mad.

"He's- he's with Heron!" she says as if it were ample information.

"That doesn't answer my question! Tell me where he is!"

"That's all I know!" she cries.

Aggravated, Dillon lets the knife slit the girl's throat who then slips to the ground. I look to him in disbelief.

"Dillon! Are you out of your mind? It's an observation only mission! Only use violence as defense."

"I know that,"

"And you still killed her?" he shouldn't have done that! She didn't do anything to us. Well, she did throw a knife, but still. We're not supposed to be killing people!

"They have Ethan," he says simply. I look to him in shock, lost for words.

"How?" I finally breathe.

He looks down for a while, his face darkening, "Meredith isn't on our side, she's a part of the Order,"

I knew it! Didn't I warn him? But I don't say anything, afraid he may hurt me himself. Instead, I reply, "We need to save Ethan,"

Ethan

I feel my head throb the second I regain consciousness. Something sharp pokes at my side and determined to see what caused it, I try to get up, but the act is useless for I find I'm strapped to some kind of metal table. I tug at the straps and attempt to free myself using animation, but a high pitched laugh interrupts me.

"Even if you do free yourself, you've nowhere to go," A voice so cold, it sends a shiver down my spine says. Lathenia! Ignoring her advice, I loosen the straps and sit upright on the table, my feet still secured to it.

"Just give up before you do anything foolish," she suggests.

"Why should I?" I quip.

"Why not?" she smiles and as if the straps have come alive, they wrap themselves around my wrists and their force brings me back against the table. The impact brings enough pain to keep me from being able to concentrate on animating them to let me go.

"Now," Lathenia says, "I have a little proposal for you,"

"What? Join the Order?" I scoff.

"Actually," she replies in a soft voice, "That's exactly the thought I had in mind. You see, we lost three members today. Two were excommunicated and one, well, died and all because of you and the Guard. So I think you owe me something and I guess your power could make up for those three loses,"

I look at her skeptically, "I would never do something so low as to join you and your Order,"

"I thought you'd say that, but I hoped you wouldn't so I wouldn't have to resort to... something else,"

Before I can even imagine what she could possibly be refering to, she places a finger to my forehead and I feel a sharp pain inavde my mind. What is she doing to me? I grip the belts holding me to the table and try hard not to scream in pain. The invasive feeling floods my whole mind and it feels as if she's taking apart my mind. Memories flash through my eyes, some I don't even remember. The excrutiating feeling spreads and englufs me. Finally, just as I felt it were my end, she releases me.

"So, Ethan," she says almost perkily, "How 'bout joining the Order?"

Yes! I finally update! So proud of myself tear

So what happened to Ethan? Did he join, and if so, why? What about Melissa and Natalie, where are they now? I'll try updating soon this time!

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