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"Eitan?" she whispered breathlessly.
He nodded just once, the smallest of smirks beginning to form over his face.
"But… how? Y-You're a grunt? You-"
"Yes, I think we covered that thank you."
She took a few steps back while hardly realizing it. "It's impossible. I've known you for years."
"You never knew me." His hands went to his sides and he turned away from her to approach Grant, bowing his head in the process. "Sir, they're here."
"Thank you." he rose and walked swiftly to the door pulling the grunt guarding the door out with him on the way. "Don't let her out of this room."
"Yes sir."
The door shut and she realized that she was locked in a room with a boy that absolutely hated her. A boy she didn't even seem to know. "I don't understand. How-How long have you been a grunt?"
"As long as I can remember." He stared steadily at her while answering.
"But you went to school! You were there everyday! Y-You teased me! You-"
"You're babbling and it's annoying."
She stopped and looked down. "But how?"
"Acting out a normal kid was my cover up. I've been on a mission my entire life." he walked to her and bent over slightly so he could meet her gaze. "You."
"I-I don't understand."
"Well not you strictly." he went on as if he hadn't heard her. "My number one target was your little friend." He turned back to her and leaned against the far wall.
"My friend?"
"You're really slow." he finally stated. "That kid with no name that you used to hang out with when you had nothing else to do?"
"…You knew he was real…."
He straitened and brought his hands together for a brief yet slow applaud. "Very good. Your friend happens to be one of the most important tests we have ever accomplished. But ten years ago, he ran away. And then… he found you. He chose you. But you got in the way. The only person he ever got near was you. The only person he ever trusted was you. The only person he ever touched was you. My cover up when stuff went wrong was that you were delusional. After all, who would believe that a boy who lives in the forest, and doesn't have a name or speak, actually exists?"
"I don't…." She was so confused.
"Here." He grabbed her arm abruptly and she struggled briefly before realizing there was nothing she could do. "I'll just have to give you a tour." He opened the door and dragged her through it. He took her down the hall until they reached a door and pulled her through it, passing surprised grunts until they reached the door on the far wall. "Open the door." he ordered.
"Uh…" the grunt looked up at him and then to Makaila. "I'm sorry. I haven't received authorization."
Eitan pulled down his collar, revealing five black dots, and the grunt's eyes widened. He quickly pressed a button to open the door without another word.
Eitan pulled her through and shut the door then flipped her roughly around. She gasped as he held her steady. In front of them were four tubes that extended from the floor to the ceiling. Three were empty and only contained a green liquid. The fourth held liquid as well, but also a small boy.
"Why is he in there?" she whispered.
"He's a protector."
"What's… that?"
"It's a person who is given a natural instinct to protect. But the instinct is multiplied. The subconscious of the person chooses someone and from that moment on they give everything they have to protect them. Your little friend chose you."
There was a sound like metal hitting metal and Makaila looked above them before turning back to Eitan. "He chose me? For what?"
"To protect. To watch over. To form a connection with." he came closer with every syllable and Makaila backed up until she could no more. Finally he stopped and smirked. "Do you hear that?" he said, louder this time, as if he weren't really talking to her. "You're supposed to protect her. But you're to scared to come out of hiding. You always were shy, except when it came to protecting this girl. I understand why though… she's pretty, right?"
"Wh-Who are you talking to? Eitan, you're scaring me."
He pushed away from her and backed up before pulling a gun out of seemingly no where and pointing it towards her. "Eitan?" He was bad. She knew he was. But would he really do this? She didn't know, and it scared her.
For several moments there was silence, and then he said something and it sounded just as though he was bidding her farewell for a move or a trip. "Bye Makaila."
And he pulled it.
She had never been one to scream, and she didn't now. All that she felt was an overbearing sense of dread and shock. She felt as though she were in a dream. None of it made sense.
She hit the ground, and she wondered if she were dead, but then she felt arms wrapped securely around her and breathing down her neck and she opened her eyes to meet his closed ones, feeling his terribly labored breaths. Shock ran through her again. He was here, he was holding her, and he was real, a fact finally proven by the shocked and annoyed look Eitan was sending him. The boy holding her opened his eyes and smiled weakly, his gaze wandering to the hole in the wall above them.
Eitan dropped the gun. "I knew you'd come."
The boy stood, pulling Makaila with him and moved her behind him with a deep glare at Eitan. He didn't have to speak, his face showed his anger and disgust clearly.
"Wow." Eitan stated. "The great protector, out of hiding at last."
The young man in front of him positively seethed and backed up, covering more of Makaila with himself.
Eitan rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna touch your girlfriend. My business is with you. You're not that hard to lure. All I have to do is threaten to hurt her."
The boy shook his head and then looked behind him at Makaila. The message was clear: Don't move.
"I won't."
Michael moved quickly and quietly, the pack on his back somehow holding everything he had found within it. The secret to how it held so much could clearly be seen when it began smiling. He had it. He could help her. Now he just needed to get out.
Easier said than done. An hour of roaming had got him nowhere fast. He had no idea where to go.
"Sh. Quiet." Michael quickly hid himself, but soon found that he didn't need to. The exact person he had been looking for landed right in his lap. Literally.
They had followed him. Skye knew his way around better than anybody, so he had headed to a cloning section. Michael hadn't been there, so they had been heading to the next spot when some grunts showed up. They hid in the only place available, in the same place Michael was hiding as well.
Taylor screamed when she realized that someone was holding her, but a hand quickly went to her mouth to quiet her until she calmed down. "Taylor, it's me." He released her and she turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, the reason unknown to him. Skye plopped down beside him and whispered, "You are one crazy kid."
"I found it." Skye had never seen Michael in the state he was in. He looked exhausted and maybe a little scared but obvious joy radiated from his eyes, one of his arms absently wrapping back around the girl hugging him.
"You found it…." Skye was almost to afraid to ask him what it was by name.
He smiled. "Taylor, Skye, she's going to make it. I found a book and-"
"Sh."
He immediately stopped talking as a grunt came around the corner. Once he was gone they stood. Michael waited for Skye's reaction, a soft, "Thank you. Now let's go. Shoot, another grunt." He pushed them down but was unable to hide himself in time.
"Hey you!" he cursed under his breath and turned. "What are you doing in here?"
He looked down at himself. He had never really stopped with the plain outfits since he had quit Team Rocket. He wasn't wearing a grunt uniform, but it would pass. "I was sent here."
The grunt raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down before asking carefully, "Really?"
He nodded.
"Who're they?"
Skye looked down. He had seen all three of them. "Uh- I was sent here to get them, didn't have time to change into the proper… outfit…."
"Huh… Well grab them and let's go."
"What?" Skye looked up in shock.
"They're intruders right? We'll take them to the boss over the section. C'mon."
Skye looked down and hesitantly pulled them up. "What are you doing?" Michael pulled away but Skye pulled him back.
"For once just trust me."
A few minutes later they stepped into a dark room, the grunt beside them was the first to speak, "Sir we found these-"
"What are you doing in here? Get out!"
"But sir, I… these two were found intruding."
"What two?"
Skye pushed Taylor and Michael forward and an audible gasp was heard. "Leave."
"Sir-"
"Now!"
"Yes sir."
The grunt turned and left and Skye made to follow. "Not you." He stopped and turned back. The person they were talking to sat up against the wall, hidden in shadows to remain from being seen. Stairs led up to where he sat.
"Well… After all these years. You're Skye, aren't you?" The voice talking was young but male and strong. Skye didn't answer. 'Skye' wasn't in Team Rocket anymore.
There was a beep and he was obviously using some device but they couldn't see what the grunt was doing. The door opened behind them and two grunts entered. "I want to talk to you later." he said calmly. "I have a lot to ask you…. Go with the grunts."
"No!" Taylor yelled it before she could think and latched onto Skye's arm. The figure in the shadows stiffened.
"You'll see him again."
"Taylor." Skye whispered. "I'll be back soon, I promise. They can't know you know me." Taylor finally let go of Skye and stepped back and he left with the other two grunts.
As soon as the door shut the figure began speaking. "Hello Sarah."
She turned around in shock. "What did you call me?"
He ignored her and turned his attention to Michael. "And who are you?"
"Michael."
"Hmm. So Sarah-"
"My name's Taylor." She hissed.
A smirk covered his face. "Only in your mind."
"Who are you?" she screamed.
He began to come forward and Michael instantly ran in front of Taylor.
"Don't touch her."
"Oh please." he muttered gruffly. He rolled his eyes and lifted a hand to the light. With a casual, quick flick of the wrist, Michael's body seemed to act of its own accord, flying into the air and then staying there, floating between the floor and the ceiling.
"What are you doing?!" Taylor reached out a hand as she felt Michael's presence leave her. She heard a light gagging noise and instantly stopped.
"Wh-Who are you?"
"You of all people should know."
"What do you mean?" her voice began shaking. She knew that some experiments had… special abilities. But this was terrifying, and the strange boy seemed to know her.
The teen finally stepped into the light but it made no difference to her. His eyes narrowed in confusion and he walked forward and laid a hand on her cheek. "Your eyes…. They're…"
Taylor froze. She knew that voice. She shuddered and pulled away. "S-Skye?"
He smiled softly. "That's right. It's me. I've waited all my life to meet you."
Her eyes widened. "What? I don't understand."
"Haven't you missed me?" he asked. The dangerous boy from before seemed to be replaced by a voice full of hurt.
Michael's breathing became more lagged as each second passed. The boy in front of Taylor looked exactly like Skye, but he was so much younger. It didn't feel right. Never mind the fact that he was being held in the air barely able to breathe.
She stepped back. "Give me Michael back."
The boy frowned. "Why?"
How was she suppose to answer that? Wasn't it obvious? "B-Because… he's my friend."
"Your friend?" he hissed. "Or more than that?"
"I-I don't know what you mean. Please, let Michael go."
His gaze darted over to Michael for barely a moment. Taylor couldn't see him. She didn't know that he looked exactly like Skye, but his eyes were deeper and held stronger and more painful emotions. Where as Skye's hair laid unkept but naturally neat, his hair was wild and untamed.
He nodded finally and closed his hand into a fist before releasing it and dropping his hand down to his side. Michael's body followed the action until he was on the floor, held up now by only his hands and knees.
Taylor knew where he had landed, it wasn't that hard to tell, and ran from her spot to him, careful to stop and slow down when she was close to him. She kneeled down beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He was breathing deeply and shaking just slightly. "What did you do?" she whispered.
He frowned and didn't answer her. Suddenly the door was slammed open and miniature Skye spun around quite easily to face a Skye that looked as if he had just run three miles nonstop.
He clenched his teeth. "You!"
Skye stared at the boy in shock. It was him. A younger him but still him all the same. A younger more reckless looking him with messy hair and a black suit. "Who are you?" he couldn't help but ask.
The boy in front of him seethed and looked towards Taylor and Michael with a look Skye hoped he had never used. Skye followed the gaze. "Michael! What's wrong?"
"I'm ok." he whispered weakly.
"Who are you?" Skye repeated.
The boy turned back and his angry face immediately turned to a mocking laugh. "You of all people…"
"You know who I am?"
"Of course. Do I not look like you? I know more about you than you do." The immediate changes of emotion were more than unsettling.
Skye was silent, shock all over his face. "You… You're a…"
"Yeah. Finally figured it out did you?" He turned back to Michael and Taylor and glared once again. "After everything this is the result."
"After what?"
He turned back. "Do you know how much I've gone through being you? The only thing that made any of it worth it was that I might find a reason to be you. And even that's wrong! What is wrong with you?!"
Taylor helped Michael up. "What's going on?"
"He's my clone." Skye whispered.
Taylor gasped. "You have a clone?"
"I…"
"Yes, obviously since I'm standing right in front of you."
"You're not Skye." Taylor interrupted.
He laughed. "I'm not Skye? What kind of a response is that?"
Skye just stared. "I was never like you."
"You didn't go through what I went through. If you had, you would be just like me."
"I don't believe that."
"You can believe whatever you want to believe. I'm your clone. I am you."
"No! You're not!" Taylor pulled Michael up and waited till he was standing on his own once again. "Just like I'm not Sarah."
He went silent, then the door behind them opened once again and the clone of Skye grunted in exasperation. "What?!"
A grunt stood in front of the door, though his face was hidden in the shadows of the hall as he bowed his head. "Grant has reque-"
"Tell him I'm busy."
"I was told not to take no for an answer."
The boy looked at him in repulsion then around the room. "Fine." He shut his eyes and stood still, and it seemed as though he were concentrating. Finally he opened his eyes and grunted, raising his hands and sending all three of them crashing to the wall. He used one hand to hold them there while using another to pull rope from the other end of the room and then tie them against the wall with it. When he finished he fell to his knees, breathing deeply and gasping. It took him several moments to recuperate, but when he did he made his way to the door and ordered, "Watch them."
"Yes sir."
He was gone and the grunt entered, shutting the door behind him. "Those ropes look pretty loose. If I were a real grunt you might actually have something to worry about." The grunt raised his head, revealing that the "grunt" was actually Ash.
Skye pulled on the ropes until his hands were free and then turned to Taylor. Ash ran forward and helped Michael with the little help he needed.
"What are you doing here?" Skye asked in confusion. He had asked so many questions in one day. Not something he was used to.
"Misty and Makaila." he pulled the ropes from Michael and turned back to Skye. "What are you doing here? We got a bit sidetracked when we found out you were here as well."
"We?"
"Well yeah. Drew, Drake, May, Gary, Keagan, Brock, and Alexi."
Skye sweat dropped. "You should have brought more people. I don't think you're going to have enough." He stated sarcastically. Ash glared. "Honestly Ash, how many people do you have to bring into this. You're just like Alexi was."
"I wasn't going to bring everyone but they all insisted on coming. It's a good thing though, we'll need all the help we can get. C'mon."
"Grant! What do you want me for?" The smaller version of Skye entered the computer room that Grant was in.
Grant looked up. "What are you doing here?"
He instantly stopped. "You… sent for me…. Didn't you?"
After a few seconds of complete silence, he turned and ran back where he had come. He was so stupid! He could do so much and he felt like an idiot for falling for a stupid distraction. But they weren't going to get away with it.
Grant knew that something was wrong instantly and jumped up to follow him. They reached the room he had left to find it empty and he turned to the boy beside him with a glare. "What did you do?"
"Nothing." He replied through clenched teeth. "I know where to find them."
"Okay… We-We can stop." Ash leaned over on his knees to catch his breath as Michael and Taylor did the same. Skye merely leaned against the wall to catch what little breath he needed. When Ash stood he pointed to a door down the hall in front of them. "Everyone else is in there… almost everyone. We have to find the room Makaila and Misty are in."
"I know where they are."
Ash turned and nearly stopped breathing at Skye's words. "Are you sure?"
"With Misty? Yeah. With Makaila? No."
"Where are they?"
"I'll lead you. Get the others."
While Ash ran to the door, Michael turned to Taylor who was trying not to show how shook up she was. She was still absorbing the fact that there was a clone of Skye. Another clone like she was a clone of Sarah. What really scared her was the fact that she felt drawn to him. She could feel what a bad person… clone he was, but when he had called her Sarah it had felt right. But she knew it wasn't. And when he had placed his hand on her cheek, she had felt shivers travel all the way down her body. She felt like she was supposed to…
"Taylor?" She was brought out of her thoughts by Michael's voice. "You ok?" She stayed silent and then nodded. Michael frowned. "Taylor…" he sighed and brought his hand to her cheek, the same gesture that he had used. She almost pulled back, but she realized that his touch was much softer, more caring and loving. The touch wasn't forced but he wanted it, because he loved her. "I'm not going to let you get hurt."
She let out a shaky breath and nodded once more before falling into him. "Thank you."
Misty looked around the room and rolled her eyes. "Nothing's changed…." She found herself in a room with red walls, a bed with red sheets, and no windows. In short, the room was the same one she had found herself in when she had been kidnapped as a teenager, though why she had been put in the same room was a mystery to her. It must just be a practiced habit. The man that had brought her had left, locking the door behind him. He had looked strangely familiar, but she shook that off. The only thing that kept her from fighting the man was Grant's threat. What would he do to Makaila?
Ash reached the door Skye had led him to and looked at him with a face that clearly said, "Is this some kind of joke?" When he received no reply he rolled his eyes. "I should have guessed." He looked at the lock of the door. Last time Gary had given him a key. Needless to say, that wouldn't be happening this time. The door was different now. It was all metal and where the doorknob should have been there was a square slab of lighter metal with a three red lights to the right side of it. He groaned. "Suggestions?"
Drake pushed his way to the front and placed his index finger on it. The light in the middle turned orange before turning red once again. "Maybe it needs a fingerprint?"
Ash groaned again. "You've got to be kidding me! We don't have time for this!"
"Alexi?" Skye turned to her. "Ever have to deal with this?"
"I'll take a look at it." she walked forward and ran her fingers over it briefly, taking a quick look at the box in front of her. "If you could break the seal then the metal part here would move. You might have enough room to reach in so you can disconnect it. Pull the wrong thing in there and it's stuck though. They know that, so they don't worry about anyone getting it. It's to hard." She held in a smirk. "But I've had lots of practice." She turned around. "May."
"What?"
"Got your Pokemon?"
Five minutes later the metal around the slab was dented and smeared with black. Michael had ditto cool it with a fake watergun, and Alexi moved the slab over just barely enough so she could fit her hand through. It took longer than what anyone was expecting, but finally a small "snap" was heard, and the door released, opening no more than three inches.
Ash moved in front of her and pushed the door open the rest of the way. "Ash?" He rushed in and engulfed Misty in a quick hug. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine. Do you have Makaila?"
Ash shook his head.
"She's with Grant, or at least she was. We've gotta go now." She pushed away and started out the door but Ash grabbed her wrist.
"We've got a plan."
Five minutes later the entire crew was in a large computer room, three grunts on the floor in front of them. Ash looked over all the computers and other instruments. He pulled what looked like a walkie-talkie off the wall and turned to Alexi.
"You'll need a voice he's never heard."
"I'll do it." Drake pulled the walkie-talkie from Ash and turned to Alexi.
"Four-oh-six."
He nodded and began speaking.
Grant placed a hand on his ear and narrowed his eyes at the voice speaking to him. He glanced at the boy beside him and finally pulled his wrist near his mouth. "I'm on my way." He turned to the boy that was beside him. "I think we've found them."
"Ow!" Makaila looked up nervously at Eitan as he placed a hand on his ear, silently cursing. "Why does this thing never work?!" He removed his hand Makaila saw a small earpiece. Without another word, he began straying from their course.
"I think I got everyone." Drake put the speaker down and quickly left the room with the rest. They stopped in front of a door to a large room and Ash opened the door for all of them to enter. They hid without a moment to spare as they heard footsteps near the door.
"What are you doing here?"
"I…"
"Let me go!"
"Quiet! You're getting on my nerves! Who made the call?"
"Just open the door."
The door opened and Grant and Eitan entered, Eitan pulling Makaila along with them. "No one's here."
"Of course no one's here."
Eitan turned to Grant. "Sir?"
"Sh." Grant pointed and Eitan's eyes followed the direction the hand was pointing, until they could see the man glaring daggers at them.
"Dad!" Makaila pulled forward but was pulled back a little more roughly than necessary.
Ash's stare immediately softened. He gave her a reassuring smile before turning his attention to Grant. "It's been a long time."
Grant looked as though he were trying not to laugh. "Yes, it has. So… you did this? Funny, I was expecting something a little more spectacular. You used to have quite a reputation. Or at least, you did after you ran away. Not many people are stupid enough to attempt it." He looked around the dark room and threw up his hands before simply letting them drop. "Is this it?"
Ash nodded. The room they were in had no carpet, nothing on the walls, but nothing echoed, and it just seemed like a large abandoned garage, completely empty except for a few power boxes on the walls and some random pipes running up them as well.
Ash smiled. "But then, if you had actually stuck by your friends, you would have been here a more often, and you might have figured out that this room was soundproofed, because they didn't want to have to hear children crying after their tests."
Both Eitan and Grant spun around as Drake dropped to the ground beside them, seemingly out of nowhere. A Infernape beside him had the knob and hinges black and melting before they could even process what had happened. He turned around and moved slightly behind his pokemon as they turned their attention back to Ash.
Grant shook his head. "Pathetic. You locked the door?" He raised his hand to his mouth and began speaking into a mike on his wrist, but Ash broke him off.
"That won't work." Alexi stepped forward until she was beside him. "Alexi's been sabotaging your equipment for a quite a while. Or so I hear."
Grant glared at her and dropped his hand. "So what do you want?"
Ash's glare was back. "I want my daughter."
Grant glared and pulled Makaila from Eitan's grasp, pulling a gun from his pocket and placing it against her head.
"No!" Grant glared at Eitan for his outburst and he gulped, instantly quieting.
"D-Dad…." Makaila closed her eyes, her breathing becoming shallow.
"Let her go." Grant turned to his left to see Gary step forward, a gun pointed at him.
"You!" Gary placed his other hand on the gun as well, and Grant gritted his teeth before dropping the gun.
"Now let Makaila go."
He scoffed. "So you're free to use that thing? No thanks. By the time you pull that trigger, she'll be in the path of your bullet instead."
Ash's hands balled into fists.
"And how will you guard your back?" Grant turned to his other side, to see Brock in the same position as Gary. He laughed. "You wouldn't. I know you. You were never given a gun and the last thing you would do is put her in danger."
"I don't know." Brock lifted it. "Have you ever seen me use one? I'm a pretty good aim."
And Keagan, Skye, Taylor, Michael, Misty, May, and Drew, moved forward to join them.
Grant looked at all of them in shock. "Skye?"
He nodded but didn't answer.
And to everyone's surprise, Grant smiled. He was completely surrounded. "There's still the chance of her being hurt. You think you're the only ones who make any plans?"
Ash was still attempting to understand the statement when a long, thick piece of metal flew by his head, just barely grazing it before slamming into the door behind Grant and Eitan and wedging itself there.
"Ash!" Misty ran to him and watched as he dropped the hand he had placed on his scalp just over his ear to find it coated lightly in blood. The group all spun round to see a young boy with blond hair that went just over his ears and sharp, daring blue eyes. "Skye?" Ash looked to the real Skye and then back. "Who-"
"My clone." Skye stepped beside Ash.
"I'm not your anything." the boy hissed. He raised a hand and to most of the peoples astonishment a bar was ripped from the wall with the motion of his arm and thrust forward. Drew grabbed May and pulled her to him just as it landed strait up where she had been. "How are you doing that?"
The boy smirked and pulled up his sleeve, revealing an obvious change in skin color. "Skye, you were wondering what that test was all about weren't you? My arms may be weak, but they're the ultimate weapon."
Skye looked down at his arms to see the same skin change beginning at his elbows. "I can do that?"
"Doubt it."
Another bar, the second to the last one left, was lifted and flung. This time Michael moved aside, moving Taylor in the process. "Are you insane?!"
He smirked, but the smirk seemed more disdain than victory. "I'm just following orders."
The last bar pulled from the wall, but Skye spoke up before it could be thrown. "My father." His clone stopped. "You're… just like him."
The bar dropped to the ground, hitting loudly on the concrete. The clone of him was staring at him, eyes wide. "What…. I-I am nothing like that man! Nothing!"
His reply: Skye turned his attention back to his friends, two of them holding women protectively to them while bars stuck out of the hard ground beside them.
The clone of Skye looked where he looked, his gaze softening and gaining something akin to shock before coldly hardening. "You're wrong. He's selfish and reckless and impulsive. I think."
"And what do you know?"
His breathing elevated, and he shut his eyes tightly before forcing them open and sending them towards Skye. "Stop trying to confuse me. It's not going to work. I know why I'm here."
"You know what you're doing, but do you know why you're doing it? Did they even tell you?"
He was actually considering it, Skye realized. They hadn't told him anything. They had probably raised him and used him his entire life. How terrible had the boy's life been? But then he turned and settled his gaze on Taylor. He stared at her as his thoughts swam and answered weakly yet fiercely, "It doesn't matter."
"Maybe I would have turned out like you." Skye whispered. "But you're nothing like me."
The clones perfect teeth ground together as his attention went back to the speaker. "Good. I don't want to be someone who gives up on the people he loves."
No one knew why the phrase froze Skye in his tracks, but his clone obviously did. "I didn't give up on anyone."
"That's not what she said! She said you just watched! That when the time came you sided with them instead. You gave up. You just sat by and watched. And then when you finally did something you were to weak to actually do anything. I'm not weak. I refuse to be your past. I refuse to be you."
Skye's hands clenched into fists, his entire body shaking through the speech. "That's not what happened."
"Yes it is. I see all of your memories as clearly as you do."
"How do you know anything?! You weren't there! You didn't see her! You didn't feel the pressure! You didn't feel them pull you back! You might think you know everything about me, but a memory doesn't fully relate the feeling of trying to protect the one person you've ever loved and watching her die while you're still only a child! You may think you know everything, but you don't know anything!"
Silence.
No one had ever heard Skye relate anything about the day he had lost Sarah. Finally the boy spoke. A quick reply to his statement.
"Neither do you."
I know this chapter wasn't extremely good, but I'll make up for it in the next chapter. I actually have the whole scene of Sarah's death already written. I wrote it a long time ago but I've been waiting for the time I have planned to be added. That should be included soon as well. Please review! Yes, I'm desperate. I know this story hasn't been very good as of late. I will do my best to bring it back up.
