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So, Jonathan was sort of the reason we hadn't been caught and tortured just yet. As that nut job explained, he had been in charge, but Jonathan had only been pretending to work for the demons. And when that portal opened up? It had been like God himself was giving them a shot at taking our world back.

If I hadn't come in all, 'I'm with the legion', we could have been allies.

But how was I supposed to know? Really? I'm not trying to say I'm not responsible for his death, because I am, in so many ways, but how could I have known that I could have trusted him the second I met him?

Of all the stuff that's happened, I think that's what gets to me the most. My nightmares about my world ending have been replaced with his face. Jonathan's. Sometimes I see the world saved and everyone's happy and moving on and then I'll turn and look and see like a single tree that's shady with his figure standing under it. Sometimes he's with my parents and friends, another face added to those I failed.

Brath says I shouldn't worry about it because I can't change the past, but…I think it'd be scarier to not care, you know?

It's so…frustrating to think about.

But, I should get back to what's happened.

Um, I left off with Chris disposing of Jonathan's body as I went down to 'interrogate' the prisoners.

This is where I finally caught a break. I had some nobody lead me down into the basement, where they were keeping the prisoners and then I dismissed them, saying I didn't need an audience to perform. They believed me and scurried off, leaving me with the keys to the room my friends were locked in.

I waited until I couldn't hear their footsteps anymore and then I opened the door and went in. And nearly burst into tears. Both Eric and Fizz were tied to chairs and gagged. Eric's nose was swollen and broken. One of Fizz's hands looked like every bone in it had been shattered. They were both covered in small cuts and bruises.

As my lower lip quivered, Eric heard one of my awkward little hiccupping noises and looked up to glare at whoever had come to torture them. It took him a moment before he realized it was me and his eyes widened and he started to try to say something.

I managed to snap out of my horror and put a finger to my lips. I kept the door ajar, in case they'd messed with the lock so it wouldn't open from the inside, which meant that it would be easier for people in the hall to overhear anything we might talk about. And who was to say that even with the cameras down, they didn't have a recorder of some sort in the room with them? I hurried over to them. I know I should have tried to stay in evil Legion sympathizer mode, but I couldn't. I pulled their gags off as I looked them over. "Are you okay?"

Dumb question, I know.

But, being guys and all, they both just tried to joke it off, like these injuries were nothing. Maybe, since they'd both been in raids, that was true, but still.

Fizz nodded his head toward me, wincing as the movement jostled his arm. I started to untie his hands, but I stopped myself. What was I going to do? Free them and waltz right out the front door? Even with the fourteen people here who were good guys, there had to be at least forty who weren't.

I remembered what Chris had said about the escape when Clara got away earlier and I looked them over, hating what I was about to ask. "Are you still strong enough to make portals?"

They both kind of stared at me for a minute and then Eric drummed his fingers against one of the armrests. "We can if you untie us."

"Well," I bit my lip, but frowned when he gave me a skeptical look, like he thought I was going to betray them.

"What happened to you? Are the others okay?"

I shook my head. "We can fill you in later, okay?" I motioned upstairs. "There's some people here who are against the Legion. If I have them rounded up and locked in here with you, can you get them all to safety?"

Fizz and Eric looked to one another and seemed to have a meaningful eye staring contest for a second before Fizz finally shrugged. "I dunno if we can make another portal that'll be stable enough for that many people, but if we can send somethin' to Maevlen and have him and the other mages in the Exodar set their focus on this place, we could probably hold it long enough with their help."

Eric nodded. "And maybe we could even establish that gateway they wanted from Azeroth to here."

It seemed too good to be true and a small part of me hated myself for even hoping that what they said could be done.

"That would be inconvenient for the Horde." I heard that withered, detestable voice from over my shoulder and looked behind me to see Mr. Blackheart was tied up in the corner. He hadn't been given the luxury of a chair and his head rested against the stone as he watched us.

I frowned and looked back at Eric and Fizz. "Well, even if we do send something back to Azeroth, who's to say it would end up with Maevlen anyway?"

Eric arched an eyebrow, though he winced as it stretched the swollen skin on his nose. "I know the portal to the Exodar. I can send something there, but…I'd need something from our world to send."

Without thinking, I started to hand him one of my daggers before I remembered I'd left the Azerothian ones in the mall when I'd found better blades from my world. With a low curse, I checked my person and frowned. Why had I had to get rid of everything from there?"

Fizz coughed and his ears trembled for a moment before he motioned to Eric. "Use ya robe."

"It won't be too dusty?" I asked almost instinctively. After all, my clothes hadn't been useable to make a portal, forever ago.

Eric laughed as Fizz arched an eyebrow and I hissed for them to stay quiet. Fizz shook his head slowly. I could see this hope growing in their eyes. They'd been expecting to die down here, but now… "I think in ya case, there was more dirt than cloth left. His robe should be fine."

Even as I nodded, I stopped myself. "Wait, why didn't you just do that before?" Both of them stared at me blankly and I stood up, paused, and squatted down to loosen their constraints. "Why isn't there already a portal back and forth if you tried to escape before?"

"Last time we panicked," Eric muttered, tilting his head back to rest against the chair. "The things they were doing to the people here…we just wanted to get them out of here."

"Trust us," Fizz added, "we've pretty much gone through what we shoulda done in our heads since those portals closed."

"Always something that could have been done better," Eric muttered, flexing his fingers slowly. As he shifted his chair creaked. "Unfortunately, we sent everyone to Stormwind instead of the Exodar, though. We were thinking that Clara could alert our guild leader and start rallying a few other guilds to see about making their way here." As he nodded and sighed, he jerked his wrists up as best he could. "Don't suppose you could untie us though?"

"Not yet." I stood back up and shook my head. "Okay, this is what we're gonna do…."

I didn't talk to them for much longer, but while I did I learned that the only reason they hadn't been killed yet was because Jonathan had been helping them. He'd roughed them up a bit—his and my versions of 'a bit' differ greatly—so that people wouldn't ask questions, but he'd been treating them fairly well, all things considered.

Again, I didn't get why they didn't just talk him into untying them and making a portal. That was actually a simple problem. Apparently, Michel had told the people here that Fizz could do a translation spell, but then he was killed and Fizz wouldn't answer any questions and wasn't willing to do the spell, so that's as far as it had gotten. So they couldn't even understand one another.

So…I think most of the bad guys wanted to kill them off since they couldn't even get information from them, but Jonathan had insisted on keeping them alive, though Fizz and Eric weren't sure why, since they couldn't understand any of their captors.

And worse, Jonathan hadn't understood how magic needs to be spoken to work though, or he probably wouldn't have insisted on gagging them to keep up appearance sake. I wonder if he was stumped as to why they didn't flee.

…

So, I went upstairs and, as much as it made my skin crawl, found Chris. He was as despicable as ever with his desire to prove himself to the legion and I really just wanted to throw my knives at him and see how good my aim was getting. I mean, I didn't need to hit him right between the eyes to kill him. I could be a little off.

But then killing him would be hard to explain to the other evil guys, so instead I gave him my best evil, confident smile and leaned toward him like we were conspiring together. "You remember that list you gave me?" When he nodded, I leaned back a little. "I want you to round up everyone on it and take them to the basement."

"Wouldn't it…be easier to just kill them?" He seemed fidgety, like he was some trigger happy psycho—which he was.

"There is a certain…finesse to these things," I muttered, again not hiding my disdain for him. "And anyway. I'm looking for certain information and what if you kill the wrong person and I don't get what I'm after?" I gave him a tight smile.

He hesitated and then nodded. "Do you have a time you want them by?"

"Soon?" I frowned and then leaned toward him again. "As soon as you pick the first one up and lock them down there, people are going to start to notice. Try to grab them all about the same time if you can and lead them down and lock them up. It's not a hard concept."

He didn't like that, but he nodded again. "I'll get right on that."

Well, before he left I reiterated that I didn't want him hurting anyone—more than was absolutely necessary to get into that locked room—and then headed back up to Jonathan's study. I wanted the escape to be successful, but I also wanted to get information. Maybe this base wasn't high up on the legion's lackies list, but maybe it was. I mean, the demons had trusted them enough to practically run New York on their own, without much in the ways of demonic reinforcement. Or had that been because they didn't think they were worth protecting?

I needed answers, so I went up to that office and started looking through documents. A lot of it seemed like it might be important, but then, I couldn't tell. For all I knew, half of the stuff was a demonic recipe book or something. Yes, like half of it was in demonic. And yes, I could read it, but it was about the same as reading Fizz's magic theory. Made no sense.

So, I thought maybe I should just take everything.

But then, that would be suspicious right? Taking a whole room of paperwork down with me to interrogate the prisoners/loyalists? So, I kind of got caught up in trying to figure out what was the most important to take with me, when suddenly I realized I wasn't alone.

I thought maybe it was Chris, back to let me know things had gone smoothly—or hadn't, whatever—but when I looked up, it took me a minute to realize I was staring across the table at Nicolas and a human woman I'd never seen before.

Even as I wondered how they'd gotten in, I realized that they were wearing military-ish clothing, so they'd probably jumped some patrol or something. Before I could say hello or anything, really, Nicolas was around the desk, leaning toward me threateningly.

"If you ever drug me again—"

"I needed to get in here," I said as fast as I could and then glanced down the hall to make sure no one else was there. I mean, it wouldn't work to see your new leader getting bullied by a guard, would it? "Listen, Eric and Fizz are making a portal in the basement. Everyone loyal to my world is getting rounded up and should be in there in a few minutes, okay? And Clara's okay and already back in Azeroth!"

Well, that last bit made him calm down. Which made him listen to what I had to say.

So, the other human, wasn't really a human at all. She was that orc rogue. She'd come in after us to tell us about reinforcements or something and it had taken her a while to find us, but when she did, everyone was unconscious. Except for Nicolas. He was already coming to, of course.

I think Greg would call him a God-moder, but I'm not sure if I'm using that term completely right. But like, nothing ever effects him the way it should.

I hate him.

Anyway, she'd shown up and made sure everyone was alive and whatnot and then she and Nicolas had left a note and headed out to find a way into the base. And found me.

Well, they brought up a good point that I hadn't thought of before: even if the escape was successful, how had I planned to let them know that it had been so that they wouldn't charge needlessly into a hive of angry enemies?

Obviously, I hadn't thought of that at all.

So the orc lady, whose name I can't remember—no surprise there, right? —headed off almost immediately to go let the others know. However, instead of just telling them to stand down, Nicolas told her to tell them to come attack.

When I tried to argue he was like, "The people we don't want to hurt will either be in Azeroth or in the basement by the time we get here, yes?"

Well, no arguing with that.

So she left. And not long after that at all, Chris came back to tell me that everyone had been successfully herded into the room. So I went back into bitch-mode, which was really awkward with Nicolas standing there—by the way, he and the orc had taken out people who had goggles and stuff, so their faces were obscured—and told him to take me down to see them.

Well, my plan sort of fell apart here. Just a little, though.

Like, we got down there and most of the people were tied up with those plastic ties that are like impossible to break, so they couldn't go anywhere. And Fizz and Eric were still tied up. And there were like five of the baddies around with guns.

So it was me and Nicolas against them, with lots of potential victims to be used against us. I didn't know what to do, and I totally made everyone suspicious by seeing what was happening and instantly demanding that the guys with guns get out of the room. They did, but they were standing around the door and I knew the second Fizz and Eric started to make the portal, everything was going to unravel.

Luckily, my mentor was there. I may hate the man, but he really is useful.

Well, Nicolas called for Eric to change, even as he nailed one of the guards in the throat with his blade. He had the second one down before anyone knew what had happened. As the guards realized they'd been played, I caught one of them in the neck with my own dagger and tried not to think of the sound his skin made as the blade bit into him.

Now, I'd seen the little memory or whatever in the fog that tauren guy had summoned and so I knew that Eric was a werewolf, but still…to suddenly hear a chair rip apart and stuff…and to hear the people in there scream.

At first, I didn't get why Eric hadn't just wolfed out on these guys, but even if he could use that to surprise one or two of them, he wouldn't have been able to get past all of them, and I guess he didn't want to run into the city and get lost and then have like us looking for them and them looking for us and the bad guys looking for everyone.

I missed his transformation, but he got the last of the guards who had been in the room with us and then he broke Fizz free while Nicolas went about untying the others. I had to shake one of the nearest ones to get them to say something so that I could tell them what was going on, but even as I tried to let them know that they were being saved, it occurred to me that there had been five, not four guards.

I looked around at the corpses and sucked in a breath as I realized Chris was missing. Even as that occurred to me, I heard noises starting overhead. The hive had been kicked.

I darted back into the hallway and toward the stairs, but dodged back when a few bullets slammed into the ground in front of me. I'd been thinking that maybe Nicolas and I could hold back the enemy while the others fled—again, something I probably wouldn't have considered if I hadn't been high on fel magic—but there was no way.

Nicolas had come after me and he jerked me back and into the room, slamming the door behind us. As we went, the hallway filled with the sounds of gunshots and one of the bullets ricocheted off some water pipe or something and into my leg. Yes, the one that always gets hurt.

Nicolas jammed one of my daggers into the door's lock to break it. At first, I thought the bad guys might just shoot through the walls, but this was an older building that had been some sort of government one. It had concrete walls. And the door was thick. So even if they shot at it, it'd take them a while to get through.

Well, I couldn't really walk and my side was hurting really badly, so I was useless, again. Nicolas and one of the loyalists pushed pretty much everything they could find in front of the door to keep them from coming in while Eric and Fizz chanted.

We could hear yelling outside as they talked about how to get into the room—one person mentioned using a grenade, but someone else asked him if he really wanted to damage the foundation of the building they all lived in—and I felt like this had to take the cake for dumbest thing I'd ever gotten us into.

But then, Neesera and the others would be here shortly and there was a portal in the works.

I was losing a lot of blood and another of the loyalists was trying to help me stem the bleeding—he wanted to take the bullet out, but I was so being a pansy about it—when I thought I heard Fizz say that Eric's robe wasn't going to cut it as a source for the portal on our end, because they needed more magic, not just an item. And then I heard Eric say something that sounded like, "He'll kill us…" and Fizz go on about choices and then…

I blacked out.