oh, some people were asking why i put up a poll as a story, so here's something to clarify. I just thought that people would reply to a story more than a poll, so that's why i put it up as a story. yes, i know that there's a section on the website that I can post a poll.

so... pls don't bombard me with reviews and pms about that? pretty pls? thx

DEX'S POV

It's been awful.

That's the only way I can describe the last three days since Biana's gone missing.

Sophie's gone hollow. She won't sleep, she'd barely eat, she can't function.
Fitz? He sleeps in Biana's room everyday.
Keefe's dark circles are deeper than Sophie's. His eyes are bloodshot, and I can't help myself from flinching everytime I peer into his eyes.
Tam and Linh skip school, joining the secret search party the council organized.
Wylie's gone missing. Linh went to his apartment to find a note on the table; I'll go redeem myself.
I told Marella. She's just mad. How else can I describe the fire has in her eyes?

I'm just stuck with a spiralling pit of loneliness, fear, and anger.

The worst part? We told the council. They told them that they'd take care of it, not to notify anyone, since they didn't want the rest of the elves to live in fear.

So Biana's out there, we don't know if she's alive or dead, we can't warn anyone about other Cleanser incidents that might happen, and we just have to stick with the same lie when someone at Foxfire asks where she is; Biana's sick at home.

It's madness. It's hellhole. It's... it's been awful.

...

After school, I just decide to take a walk around. It's probably not safe, and if I get kidnapped, they'd probably just cover it up. I have a weird and wrong urge to get myself kidnapped, just to see what they'd do.

I see rainbow banners. With a crowd of people. So many people, celebrating, clinking cups of lushberry juice, dressed in vibrant colors. So happy, so cheerful...

I realize three things.
That it's the weekly celebration of the anniversary of when LBGTQ got legalized.
That it's a perfect target for the Cleansers.
That I see Marella in the crowd, just as vulnerable as the rest of them.

My face goes white.

The ground ruptures. Something that sounds like thunder booms. Bodies fly everywhere.

Marella flies the highest.

And her body hits the ground with a horrifying thud.

Everywhere else, the bombs explode. People screaming, crying, dust in the air, the booms...

"Marella!" without a second glance at anything else, I feel my legs pump towards my girlfriend. She's bloody and unconscious, but she's breathing. Barely.

"Marella?" I kneel down next to her, patting her on the side of her face. "Marella? Wake up! Please!"

She doesn't answer, but a scream and an explosion from somewhere behind me does.

"Marella." I swallow down a sob. "I'm gonna get you to Elwin, alright? You're gonna be alright. You're going to be just fine. He's going to take care of you." I tell her and myself as I pick her up between my arms. Her neck lolls back and blood bubbles from her mouth. She starts coughing; she's choking on her own blood.

"Oh my god I don't know what to do." I whisper, and use my shoulder to tilt her head forward. She's not coughing anymore, so I take that as a sign that I did the right thing.

"You're gonna be alright. You're gonna be alright. You're gonna be alright."
That's what I say the whole time I run to Elwin.

At the second day of weekly celebration of the anniversary celebrating LBGTQ legalization, the terrorist group whom calls themselves the Cleansers set off 14 bombs at the parade. 53 innocent civilians lost their lives at the attack.

That's what the council said the next day on the public announcement.

sry this is a little short