Song: Theater by Icon For Hire

AN: Look's who is back: Me! If you guys could PM me any ideas for the story, things you think should be explained, things you like and don't like in the story, things you want to see, that would be awesome. New OC, btw. Thanks Myrn (Myrna Maeve), love you!

"I'm gonna burn this theater DOWN!" Kyle sang as she washed the dishes. It was after all the meetings and practices for the day. Alex had gone over to Bramble's to help organize their cabinets. Kyle, ear buds in, scrubbed and sang. After, she dried and danced. She put the dishes away and started to jab at the air. She did high kicks and threw punches. The music blasted in her ears. She closed her eyes because it was getting intense. She didn't here the footsteps.

"Hello." Said a figure in front of Kyle. The figure dodged a punch. "Do you know where Amantha is?" Kyle stumbled back, pulled her headphones out, stifled a scream.

"How did you – why are you – who are you?" Kyle tried to calm down.

"I would like to thank Amantha. Are you Amantha? If no, do you know where she is?"

"Why did you break into my apartment?" Kyle asked.

"All Clare said was there was 2 girls, one was little and the other was Amantha. Or something like that. You're little. Where is she?"

"Her apartment, across the street. I can take you there. I...I'm Kyle." She extended a hand. The girl shook it.

"I'm Jene. I'm Clare's new partner." Jene had auburn hair in an intense bob cut. It was parted to the side, showing off her stormy blue eyes that were framed by strong brows. She had on a bold red top, brown pants, and black boots topped with red. She had on an epic black, cape-like jacket with three-quarter length sleeves. She had on no jewelry.

"My partner is Alex Weddning. He's over at Amantha's right now." The two girls headed out.

"Why is he there?" Jene asked. She was about 5'4" and had a mysterious aura around her.

"To help Bramble with things. Bramble is Amantha's partner. They're really...stressed right now."

"Why?" They got out on to the street. They looked both ways, crossed. Yes, there usually wasn't any cars in Death City, but there were crazy people with skateboards, bikes, or motorcycles. They entered the other apartment building.

"You'll see. She won't." Kyle added under her breath. She knocked on the door to an apartment. Amantha opened the door. Her eyes were closed.

"Speak." She said plainly.

"It's me, Amantha. I brought someone, she wanted to talk to you." Kyle gestured for Jene to speak.

"I'm Jene. I wanted to thank you for helping Clare break her partnership off with Troy." Jene put out a hand. Amantha did nothing.

"Was Clare the girl from the other day? The one that left the classroom?" Amantha asked the air.

"Yes. Troy used to be her partner. Now Clare works with Jene." Kyle replied.

"I would like to extend my gratitude. Troy was stultifying." Jene kept her hand out, moved her eyes between Amantha and Kyle. "Why won't she-"

"Is that all? We're kind of in the middle of something in here. I don't want to be rude, but," Amantha opened her eyes, "I can't just look at you to make you go away. I used to be able to do that. One look and people would flee. Now people don't even come near me. You're welcome, Jene. It was no problem, really. Troy sounded like a horrible person, but you sound much better. Clare is probably better off with you. Have a nice night. Kyle, are you coming in?" Jene just stared at Amantha. Kyle shook her head.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to walk Jene out." Amantha nodded, closed the door.

"She's – Her eyes.." Jene breathed. "Clare didn't say anything about that."

"Please, don't put it against Amantha. She's so sweet and nice, it's just been hard on her." Kyle began. Jene waved a hand at the little girl.

"It's fine, really, I'm just surprised. By the way, how old are you?" Jene started to walk.

"Eleven!" Kyle hustled to keep up.

"We're five years apart, yet you act more adult then me. You poor child." Jene hugged Kyle's head. "You're just adorable. I'm gonna force Clare to let us hang out with you more. See ya!" They'd made it outside. Jene waved a hand behind her as she left in the direction of the school dormitory.

"She messed up my hair." Kyle mumbled, brushing her purple locks back into place as she went back in.

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Nygu sat by the hearing flower. She was sitting on her knees, listening to Bramble, Alex, Amantha, and Kyle putting things in different places, or that's what it sounded like. Nygu laughed along with the jokes Bramble made. She took notes if someone said anything noteworthy. All that was written was in what order the spices were arranged in the cabinet next to the fridge, bottom shelf. Nygu started to doodle, drawing swirls and stars, chibis. When Kyle and Alex left Bramble and Amantha, they went to their rooms. Or rather, at least Amantha went to her room.

"*sigh* I hope I remember all that in the morning." Amantha said.

Nygu leaned into the flower when she didn't hear another word or noise for 8 minutes.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Who was that?" A sleepy, dreamy voice asked. "How are you in my head?"

"I'm Nygu. I'm a friend. And I don't know how. Are you doing okay, Amantha?" Nygu whispered to the flower, silently surprised Amantha could hear her.

"I used to have bright, colorful, detailed dreams. Now everything is white. It's so empty. Are you my conscious?"

"Yea...something like that." Nygu looked around. Canna had gone to the visit a witch friend for the night, so she was alone.

"You sound very nice." Amantha's dream self spoke.

"Thank you. You seem like a very nice girl. And if you're worried about Bramble, you don't have to worry. He's a good person and he'll do anything to protect you. But you're strong too, and will protect him the best that you can. You're both safe." Nygu spoke from the heart. She knew she was supposed to be this girl's enemy, but wasn't Canna the one they were actually against? And they didn't even know that yet.

"I'm never going to stop worrying, Nygu, not till I can see him, safe and sound. And if that means I'll never stop worrying, I don't care. Bramble is important to me, and I will do anything to make sure he is okay."

"I know that feeling too, Amantha. I care a lot about someone and all I want is for them to be okay. I worry everyday, all day, and every night, all night. I have to go now. Have a nice sleep." Nygu slid away from the flower, stood up. She didn't understand how she could talk into Amantha's head, but she worried that Canna might find out. But Amantha was so...delicate. Nygu had to worry about her too.