Chibiyu: Wow it's been forever. So here's an update for you all!

Nick: Well I'm kind of of dead so who else will you torture?

Chibiyu: I have my plans.

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Maybe Nick would still be alive.

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Advisor's PoV

I am utterly surprised that the floor did not have a dent in it from my obsessive pacing. I kept glancing at the scientists work and correctly menial mistakes, my eyes never wandering from the machine that could stop all of this. When this worked, all of the unjust deaths from both sides would be correct, humans would no longer be herded by animals, and this stupid war will be over as it would have never started.

"Sir?" I turned my covered eyes to the head scientist and snatched the clip board from his hands, solving the pointed to problem without any hesitation. I would be faster at building this than any and all of these idiots put together. I shoved the clip board back into his chest.

"Status?" I coldly asked, walking over to the material table and examining the scrap metal and various other attributes.

"The mathematics are finished, 20% faster than predicted. We move on to the blue print stage tonight." This fool was scared of me. That revelation had a smile curving on my lips.

"Good. Get me before you start: I want to oversee every bit of this project. There are no rooms for errors." I turned and fixed my navy blue cap so it better covered my eyes and walked from the warehouse room with every intention of being alone.

"Advisor!" I stiffened and turned to see Misa walked over to me. "How's the project going?"

"Soon we will be able to reverse all of the mistakes." Yours and Stella's. I started walking again, ignoring her confused look. "Now, if you permit it, I would like to have moment alone."

"Permitted." She responded coolly before walking into the warehouse room that I had just vacated. "This idea really was genius."

"I know." So much for a modest approach at this but I am guessing time for modesty has passed when the need for action moved in. "And Stella's machine is almost finished. We don't have that big of a time margin."

"Of course. DO you think we will make it?"

"Barely."

I wasn't very good at reassuring anyone and I didn't need to be: false hope would only promote slower work and slower work meant a faster approaching death. I pushed open the metal double doors and breathed in the fresh air. With everyone inside the old Paper Factory, the air was stale and it stunk, pretty badly too. My venture outside was not for a fresh breath of air though, but for something I've been doing for the passed few days.

I stepped into the patch of grass behind the building, hidden by a shadow during this part of the day. I walked among the tall standing stones, unable to not feel the wretch of gilt, anger and disgust from all the death that surrounded me. Unnamed souls rested beneath my feet and the names ones haunted my dreams. They didn't need to die. Rebellion was only naturals and death should never have been the punishment for these poor spirits reacting in the most human way. Their actions of anger, fear and protection never even came close to this dire punishment. I had to make this right, I would make this right.

It was my destiny to make sure that tomorrow will never come.

"I swear it to all of you." I whispered to the restless dead, my hand coming to the top of the only stone who ever had visitors. "You'll be with your brothers again soon." I turned to the other ears that weren't listening. "You all will be reunited with your family. I promise it."

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Stella's PoV

I stumbled into the glass covered courtyard, my heels getting caught on the grass once more before I stopped walking and admired the construction of the most beautiful and deadly creation. I liked to say it was second, only to me. I looked around happy that I was alone so I shed the six inch heels and ran across the cool strands of green until I was standing inches away from the fist sized bomb. Such a little thing, who ever would have thought it would have the power to destroy the entire earth that wasn't shielded by my perfect…shield things.

I ran my fingers over the smooth glass container that held my precious weapon. Macy had no way to stop me. Once the final calculations by my team of elite mathematicians were uploaded and complete, Ka-boom. The world would soon be mine. I would be able to get rid of everything that terrorized peace, like Misa and her trouble makers. Everything would be beautiful and green and peaceful. Once the final math was done, the bomb would only destroy human life forms and it was imperative that the problems were done correctly. It's a pity I don't have Nicholas's brain to help and Franklin has the IQ but he is too young to understand any of these complicated equations.

But it doesn't matter. I am positive that everything will work out. After all, it's not like Misa and her team has the technology to turn back time and stop this before it began. That is just absurd. And impossible.

"Looks like I finally get to beat you, Misa." My finger pulled away form the smooth glass and I admired the simple steel ball once more before slipping my heels back on and stumbling back inside. "You've lost your friends, your old love, and soon to be your life. You have nothing, and I," I paused; looking t the various windows overlooking those who I chose to save. A couple was seen lifting their baby lovingly, a girl was painting on her balcony and Frankie was watching from his balcony writing in some sort of journal.

"Stella." I looked to the tiny Lucas boy and waved sweetly. "Those heels seem too tall for you." I forced a smile on my face and nodded.

"They are but fashion is fashion." And fashion is a weapon as well. I waved to him again before walking back inside the perfectly coordinated white and beige hallway. I knew the little boy was watching me and writing down whatever insane theory his young mind was coming up with. It was probably corrupted with aliens and zombies and what not. But if I wanted Joe and Kevin to be happy, most of their brothers needed to be alive so that meant keeping Frankie. And besides, he shows promise. In time, I will be able to use everyone in this building to create the most perfect society.

I am so totally winning.

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Journal Entry Sixteen

I've had enough of sitting and wallowing for the death of Nick. Call it heartless or whatever you wish, but I am done crying. The time for tears left when the need for revenge entered my heart. But I wasn't mad at the Head. No. Stella started this; I see it in her eyes whenever she walks into a room: that winning glare. She wants people to die – how else well her own world be created? Even if the Head didn't kill Nick, Stella probably would have. She never really did like Nick in the first place: she only hung out with him because of Joe and she used him to help with the homework. Childs play, that's what it was. Even Nick saw through her but for his respect towards his brother, they both forged a mutual understand and fake friendship. No one was any wiser. But Nick told me once I started asking him questions. He wasn't the only genius in the family and he was quite happy to share the spotlight secret with his little brother.

Oh look reader, there is Stella now, waltzing out like she owns the world. And touching that sculpture…wait. That must be her weapon. A bomb. Of course Stella would go for the little, cute and deadly thing. She probably thought it was second only to her. But if that as the bomb and if it wasn't finished yet then maybe someone (aka me) would be able to fix it so it didn't explode. That would solve something.

But how can I get close enough and how would I ever be able to understand any of the math or science? I don't have enough time to learn any of this. So perhaps corruption of science was in order. Good thing I'm a LITTLE brother – corruption, revenge, spying and causing mayhem was what I did. I hope Stella knew what she signed up for when she brought me here.

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Chibiyu: I didn't have a lot of time so it called for a shorter chapter. I am getting back into the groove of this story though (finally) so I can probably soon say that it will be off Hiatus soon. Did I say 'soon' too many times? Until Next Update!