sorry this one is so short, I'm working on chapter 13 now and being chapter 13 I have to make it good so here's a nice short 1000 something words for you
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Chapter 12- Plans
The second Emily had disappeared Dess turned and rushed to the stairs. Sprinting down them and through the kitchen she crashed into the living room,
"You guys get up now!" she yelled. Jessica opened her eyes and sat up,
"Dess what's wrong?"
"Not until we're all up, come on Flyboy time to wake up." She smacked him with the metal pole she still had in her hand. He responded by completely spazing out of bed.
Rex was up and standing, and by the time Jess and Jonathon had got up next to him Melissa had made her way out of her room.
"Okay the world better be ending because I haven't gotten that kind of sleep since…never."
"Well it very well could be for us." Dess responded dramatically.
"Dess you have to calm down I've never seen you all… like this." Jess said worriedly.
"Yeah I mean I'd expect to be woken up by Melissa freaking out but you, not really." Rex said pointing to Melissa who glared at him intensely.
"Yeah well give me two minutes to explain and I'm pretty sure a good percent of us will be freaking out just as much."
"Okay we get it we're going to freak, just tell us what happened." Melissa stressed.
Dess quickly recapped on her and Emily's little chat and when those two minutes were over, no one was tired.
"Dess you shouldn't have let her manipulate you like that, she's just pulling you're strings so we'll come charging in without thinking." Rex said.
"That bitch kidnapped my uncle, that's it!" Jonathon almost yelled and began marching toward the door. Jessica grabbed his shirt and held him in place.
"Like that." Rex confirmed.
"She a mindcaster Rex, a hell of a lot better one than my 72 hours worth of experience. and besides compared to 'Mr. Charge-into-Battle' over here I don't think I was that bad!"
Melissa walked over next to Rex,
"Come on Rex compared to Jonathon, who probably would've jumped off the side of the building to pursue her, I think she made the right calls."
Rex looked at Melissa,
"When did you learn how to use the word pursue?"
Melissa punched him in the arm,
"I'm not 'Mr. Airhead' over there Rex. I know words and, how to use them; added bonus! Also, stay on subject."
"Guys I'm right here!" Jonathon said red in the face.
Jessica spoke up,
"Normally I'm quiet optimistic and all for the fight, but in the state we're in, with our whole talent situation and the fact they have a hell of a lot of leverage, I think we should listen to what they have to say."
"When are you ever for fighting?" Melissa said in disbelief, Jessica shot her a look,
"I have moments"
Dess put her hands up,
"Okay! I know we all love our little branches of conversations from the original point but focus for like 13 seconds. We need a plan!"
Everyone went quiet.
"Dess is right." Jonathon concluded, "We need a plan, and a good one too seeing as how the odds aren't really in our favor."
"Like at all." Melissa whispered, "So, any ideas?"
"Well whatever we think of we all have to know that, our plan can only go so far. It may not even work, so everyone has to be ready for the worst." Dess said gravely.
Everyone nodded; Jess leaned in to whisper to Melissa,
"You're right, she is being quiet dramatic today."
Caine sat in the darkened apartment room, staring at the wall. He was so close, not just to settling his now seemingly childish score with the strangers from Bixby, but to something even he hadn't thought of being able pulling off, until now. Emily entered the room without making a sound, she sat down in the chair across from him.
"Well?" Caine said simply.
"Everyone knows the plan for tonight except for Drake, cause only God knows where he is during the day. And you're friends you invited for tonight, when do they even show up?"
"Five minutes after midnight, they may be fast but their still coming a long way from where they usually stay in New York."
"Okay whatever 'Mr. Cryptic' and about our captives, they may be passed out for now but when midnight rolls around don't even think I'll be on the sidelines making sure they stay quiet."
"Relax Emily, you're not going to have to stay on the sidelines, honestly I think if we do any fighting it'll just be for our own amusement. We have everything, leverage, strategy, and we can even cheat."
"Is that what you call it? Cheating, well if you call it that then, yeah it's useless."
Caine rose to his feet,
"It's actually the opposite according to our friends."
"You know what Caine, I'm not going to stand here and let you talk all vague because you can't specify your crazy psycho plan. I almost wouldn't stick around if it weren't for the nearing pleasure of finally messing up their annoying minds. Starting with that flame-bringer, and then onto her adorable little acrobat."
"No." Caine said absently. Emily shot him a look,
"What do you mean no? What's so important about the acrobat?"
"It's not the acrobat, it's the flame-bringer, you can't touch her."
"And why's that?" She demanded.
"Because the darklings have demanded payment for their help, and they've specified the flame-bringer."
