(Thanks to Lance-Dusk, Angie2282, and AlexTheMortal for your reviews! Right, you all remember T.C. Well, I think it's about time I reveal it. Now things start to get interesting... hehehehe... I don't think anyone would expect this... read on!)
The plane was halfway into the mud, and from inside emitted groans. Inside, a large gash had cut the chassis open, and practically all the windows had smashed, the floor covered in sticky mud. Roger pushed himself from the aisle where he fell, massaging his head. There wasn't any blood, so he guessed he was okay. Roger first looked to Paige, who was also starting to stir.
"You okay?" Roger asked, offering a hand to Paige, who gladly took it.
"I think so." Paige muttered, flicking mud from her top.
"God fucking damn it."
Roger and Paige turned to Miguel who was shaking his head, having fell face first into the mud. Others were also stirring, such as Gordon, Leslie, James and Zeke.
"Lorraine?" Christine called out worried.
"What?" Lorraine replied begrudgingly, picking herself up from the mud.
"Oh, thank god." Christine sighed, closing her eyes in relief.
"Uh-oh." Miguel muttered, glancing by his feet. "Dead dude."
The others glanced sharply towards him, where a body was laying face down in the mud, unmoving.
Jake immediately recognised him. "Chris!" he exclaimed, running over and kneeling down, placing his black hand on Chris' neck. No pulse. "No... no, damn it!"
"I told you he was a dead man." Miguel shrugged.
Emma shook her head in dissapointment. "Where's Rose?"
"She went over... to... the cabin..." Jenna said, trailing off.
The closest, Camille, went up to the door and gingerly opened it. Inside it was a complete wreck. The seats were twisted, and the metal was dented, glass littered everywhere. But no body there. "She isn't there." Camille said.
"What about Conner?" Leslie asked.
"No."
"Right... before we think, let's get out of this wreck. It can't be stable." Emma said. "By the way, is anyone injured?"
A chorus of no's hit her ears.
"Thank god for small favours." She muttered, and started to arrange for everyone to get out. They had to go out of the cabin window as the door was deeply stuck in the mud. Slowly the group of now 19 filtered out over the mud and squelched their way towards the pier they had crashed into. The building, which was once white, was faded and completely smashed from where the plane collided with it.
"Ouch." Miguel winced, looking at the wreck.
"Okay, we need to think what we should now do." Emma said.
"Aren't we going to do our initial objective still?" James asked. "Get to London and rescue Tally."
"But what about Rose?" Emma protested.
"She's dead."
All eyes looked to the pier, where a mud-caked Conner climbed up. His usual thin appearance was disguised by chunks of mud on his arms and legs. Even his usual blood red nails were brown and dripping.
"Your okay!" Leslie exclaimed. "That's great!"
Conner glared at him. "Who gives a crap about me?"
Emma looked to him sternly. "Did you say Rose is dead?"
"Yeah." Conner nodded. "The bitch flew straight through the window and into the ocean. If the impact to the legs, or the water didn't kill her, then the temperature sure did. So much for that leader." Conner spat on the ground, before starting to wipe down his face.
"Oh no..." Emma shook her head, running a hand through her hair. "No... Rose was a strong leader after Leardel."
"Guess its bad luck for Roses." Miguel scoffed, looking around the scenery.
Miguel was suddenly pushed back by Jenna, whose face was lit by anger. "How could you be so inconsiderate?"
Miguel shrugged. "Just the way I am darling."
"You're a no good slimy little..." Jenna hissed, turning away in anger. The others remained silent, looking awkwardly around. Roger was with Fred, Tanzi and his mother while Leslie held onto James. The others were on their own in their own way, glancing around.
A few tense minutes passed before Paige started to walk away from the group.
"Hey, Paige, where are you going?" Leslie asked, jogging to catch up with Paige.
"I'm going to find a town. See whereabouts we are, and plan a way to get to London. We need Tally." Paige said, walking onto a road. "Look, you can see the buildings over there."
Leslie looked, and indeed there were ruined buildings quite close.
Paige sighed and suddenly stiffened.
"What is it?" Leslie asked, putting a hand on Paige's shoulder. Leslie looked at Paige's face which was full of anger.
"What's wrong?" Roger asked, having come up to her.
Paige pointed a shaky finger to one of the buildings, where four figures were slowly making their way towards them. One of the figures appeared to be holding up the smaller of the figures, while the other two were striding purposely towards the group.
Leslie wondered what Paige was acting up about when the figures became discernable.
"Doing good for yourself are you?" Trent Harveys asked, grinning broadly at the group. William was next to him, looking ill, while a shrouded figure was next to them... and none other than Tally in his grip, a gag in her mouth.
"Trent..." Paige snarled, her teeth clamped shut. Leslie tightened his grip on her shoulder, ready to stop her in case she gets over her head.
"The one and only." Trent said shrugging. "It's only been a few days since we last saw each other, right?"
A series of clicks were heard and around five machine guns were pointed straight at Trent's chest. Trent raised his hands above his head. "Whoa there. Looks like you salvaged your weapons from the plane. Too bad about Rose and Chris, by the way."
"You don't care" Leslie said, glaring at Trent.
"True that." Trent surveyed the group, before smiling again. "Hey, where's Ice man – Zeke?
Leslie and Paige both looked to each other, before turning behind them. Zeke was nowhere to be seen. "Zeke?" Paige called out, but there was no returning answer.
Some of the others went over to the plane, but after a brief search couldn't find Zeke.
"Ah well." Trent said, shrugging. "I'm sure he's dead somewhere, broken and beaten. Too bad I say, too ba-"
"YOU BASTARD!"
A blur passed in-between Leslie and Paige and Tanzi dived at Trent. Trent was slightly surprised and they both fell to the floor, fighting.
"Hey, Jack... get the girl... somewhere safe. What I planned ain't... gonna work now." Trent said between gasps as he fought with Tanzi.
"Right you are boss. Come on princess." Jack quickly whisked Tally under his coat again, her eyes wide and shaking.
"Tally!" Leslie darted forward but a sudden clear wall blocked his path. His face hit into it and he fell backwards, James catching him before falling to the ground. "Wha...?" Leslie looked at the wall, which was suspiciously like ice.
Tanzi was also surprised, and Trent pushed her away, scrambling to his feet and grinning.
Tanzi gasped. "That's..."
"Yeah. That's right."
Leslie, Paige and Tanzi suddenly felt sick as they looked upon a figure coming up from the ground, clear and covered in ice. The ice slowly disappeared, leaving a sullen faced Zeke, standing next to Trent who was now grinning like a madman.
"That's right." Zeke repeated lowly. "That's ice. My ice."
"Z-Zeke..." Tanzi muttered, wide eyed.
"Now I remember where he is." Trent exclaimed. "By. My. Side!"
"Zeke!" Paige snapped. "What's the meaning of this!"
"The meaning?" Zeke asked, watching his hands with interest. "I need no meaning."
"Hey Zeke." Trent tapped Zeke on the shoulder, and Zeke turned. "Be a good sport and separate the Blood Types"
Zeke nodded dully, and pointed his hands towards the group; His hands covered in ice, and he put them to the floor, the muddy surface of the road instantly turning to ice. Blocks rose from the ground, knocking Conner, Christine, Lorraine, Paige and Leslie off of the road. James went after Leslie, but found he was stuck fast to the ground. He looked down to see that ice covered his legs, and was quickly rising.
"Zeke!" Fred yelled, covered by ice to his waist. "Zeke! I trusted you damnit! What are you doing on their side!"
Zeke bit his lip and pointedly looked away as the ice started to completely cover everyone. Soon enough, everyone was covered in ice, frozen in place like a statue. Everyone but the Ability Users, who were staring in shock at Zeke. Even Conner was surprised.
"Good. Very good." Trent said, clapping Zeke on the back. "I was going to give you a chance for Tally back, but it's become to clear to me. Clear enough in fact, that what I am about to say doesn't concern the others."
"Say it." Conner hissed.
"Tell me Sheppard. In fact, tell me everyone, has Paige told you about her childhood?"
The others looked at Trent confused. Paige's eyes widened.
"Leslie?" Trent asked. "After all, you two have been mates together since the golden gate bridge disaster. "
Leslie shook his head, feeling slightly sick. He didn't know whether James was dead or not, as his statue was stretching towards him.
"Paigey Paige, that isn't good, is it." Trent shook his head. "Keeping secrets is so like you, isn't it."
"Trent! Don't you dare say a word! I cast that aside!"
"But that's the thing isn't it; you haven't cast it aside have you!" Trent suddenly yelled, his eyes seemingly glowing. "You've never cast it aside! When you met me again when the zombie outbreak hit, and from then on you always hated me! Hated me from the past, always from what I did!"
Paige bit her lip, shaking her head in defiance. "Trent... Don't you-"
"SHUT UP!" Trent yelled at her, his eyes bugging from his head. "The witnesses would wonder, why did you leave me for dead at the high school, huh? You knew I was alive in the car, but you said I was dead, didn't you! You left me at the mercy of the zombies!"
Leslie looked to Paige. "Paige? What's he talking about? What past do you two share?"
Trent turned to William. "William. There were two initials you said to Paige as well as me later. Care to say them again?"
"T.C." William said, coughing into his hand.
"T.C." Trent repeated. "You and I both know what that means, don't we Paige."
Paige was shaking her head furiously now. "Don't you dare say it. They don't need to know."
"Oh, but they do. It's no good having a friend who always lies. Especially as something as big as this." Trent said.
"They don't need to know! Never!" Paige yelled, standing forward and grabbing Trent's collar.
"The two initials are indeed that. Initials. For a name."
"Don't! Don't you dare!"
"The first is a name. My name, in fact. Trent. The second?" Trent grinned. "The second is my 'former' last name... the same as my dear sister. Callaway."