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Chapter 38 (Alain's POV)
Confusion and anger swirled through my mind as I sat in the truck that would take us back to Nimbasa City. Clenching my jaw and my hands, I stared straight ahead at the road as the truck jostled us from side to side. White-hot rage flashed behind my eyes, but with every passing second, the flashes of white faded into a hazy confusion.
How could Fallow possibly be a part of the Rebellion? But not just any random rebel, but the leader?
How could I have let my guard down around her so much? Why did she affect me so much? Why was I so torn up about this? Why was there so much pain?
Sighing, I glanced at where Commander Audun, Fallow's brother, was beside of me. His jaw was clenched as well and his knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel. I could see the conflict in his grey eyes, the ones that matched Fallow's exactly. How could I have not noticed that either? Their eyes were identical.
"Is there something you would like to say, Sir?" Audun asked in a clipped, tense voice.
"I do not think that there is anything to say at the moment," I replied, my voice strangely calm and collected opposed to the constant swirl of warring emotions in my mind. "Unless you would care to elaborate on anything."
"What do you wish to know?"
Where to start? "I do not care. Just say something before I lose my composure," I replied through my teeth. I watched the passing scenery to calm my anger, but the fire inside of me was steadily rising toward a blazing inferno.
Audun laughed bitterly at first, and then lapsed into a tense silence, trying to find the right words to say. Then, he sighed and began to speak: "Fallow is my younger sister by five years. Her favorite thing in the entire world is books, her deepest fear in the entire world is water. We were the best of friends when we were younger. Our parents, the ones that I arrested three months ago, despised her for some reason, so she never went to school and grew up to become a quiet, passionate person." As I watched him, a certain happiness and tranquility flooded his gaze, and his mouth relaxed into a nostalgic grin.
He continued. "But because of her nomadic traits, people began to bully her, and she lapsed into a strange depression for a while. It pained me to see her that way, so I made the decision to leave home to find a better life for us." By now, his relaxed composure tensed up once more. "Around seven years ago, when Fallow was twelve, I ran away from home and joined the National Police in Castelia City. And then you know the rest."
I furrowed my eyebrows as he fell silent, something bothering the back of my mind. "If you loved Fallow so much," I began to say, forgetting all about proper speech, "then why did you leave her?"
His knuckles strained white as he gripped the steering wheel again, and the truck lurched to a stop as we waited for the gates to Nimbasa City open. "Let me be very clear, emGeneral,"/em he said in a seething, rage filled tone as he turned toward me with those piercing grey eyes, "my sister is my everything, and I left her because I had to. I would do anything to make her happy. So believe me when I say that I do anything for her. Anything." He turned back around with a whip of his head as the gates were wide enough to pass through, and the truck lurched as we drove toward the Battle Subway.
The way Audun was speaking flashed alarms through my mind, alerting me of his sudden hostility. Although Audun wasn't as strong as I was, he had a crafty mind and held a prominent position in the Regulation Force. No matter how insane he seemed, he was an indispensable member of my team.
But my defenses would be strengthened against him now. Something about him didn't seem right, and some nagging feeling in the back of my mind told me that it was because of Fallow.
When her name flashed through my mind, I subconsciously tensed with anger and frustration once more. Confusion wracked my brain along with everything else, but I couldn't afford to dwell on her. She was making me lose focus on the true mission that I was driving towards, the one that would put me back into good graces with my father. Fallow was an important piece in bringing down the Rebellion, but she was insignificant to my feelings. The sooner I dealt with her, the better. She didn't mean anything to me anymore.
I hated her, right?
Right?
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I rubbed my clammy palms on my pants as I waited for the video camera to connect me to the Castle. The gentle beeping noise did nothing to curb my anxious mind, and my eyes were glazed over from staring at the static-filled screen for too long. While I waited, my mind flashed with numerous scenarios of how this conversation would go.
My father and I hadn't spoken directly since I left a couple months ago, and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't terrified of talking to him now. He wasn't necessarily a brusque, terrifying man, but it was obvious as to where I inherited my stunning confidence and intimidation traits. The way in which he spoke always evoked some sort of a feeling in all who heard him, whether these emotions be anger, delight, or fear.
My palms froze on my thighs as the camera beeped loudly one last time, and a clear image of my father popped up on to the screen. He appeared to be in his office alone, which was a rare occurrence. Usually, people of all kinds bustled into his room.
"Ahh, Alain," he said, a hint of pride in his tone, "I heard that you have good news regarding the demise of the Rebellion?" From the gleaming shine in his piercing blue eyes, I inferred that someone had already told him everything that had happened. He just wanted to hear it all from me.
"Yes, sir," I replied in an even tone, all of my fear fading away once I saw the content, joyous look in his eyes.
He smiled widely, causing the numerous wrinkles in his face to stretch into canyon like lines. If I imagined really hard, I could still see him as the father that took care of me when I was much younger, much more naive than I was today. His head was still covered by that salt and pepper colored hair, of course, with a few more streaks of grey. On his chin grew the same beard that he always had, never shaving it differently and never cutting it too short. Ever since Mom died, he never changed the way he looked.
"Excellent news!" he said, clapping his hands together. "I knew I made the right choice when I assigned you to lead the Regulation Force."
Even though he looked and sounded proud of me, I had a hard time believing him. Too many times had I seen that same look in his eyes when he was praising one of his subordinates to throwing them in prison for some sort of reason a few days later. Father was a skeptic, and he had an unhealthy fear that every person in the world was working against him.
Probably true, to some extent.
My father cleared his throat and a serious expression settled on his weathered face as he folded his hands and stared at me through the camera. "Now, tell me what all has happened."
I cleared my throat as well and racked my memory for every important detail regarding the past few weeks. "Ever since we uncovered the location of the Rebellion's safe house at Dreamyard, all of our energy went into discovering the locations of the other safe houses. We had counted on at least some of the rebels cracking under interrogation, but for some reason, everyone stayed silent, even under the threat of torture. But we were able to break through and find information from a different approach.
"Royden, our informant in Nimbasa City, agreed to aid us in our search for the promise of a passport that would allow him to leave Unova freely. I considered that a small price to pay, so he received the passport, and he gave us a tip off, one that lead us to White Forest." A brief flash of embarrassment flashed through my body as I remembered how stupid I felt when I realized that White Forest was the perfect place for a safe house.
I continued. "I and the Regulation Force arrived at White Forest and were immediately met with resistance by a few rebels which we easily took care of. But as we moved farther, more and more rebels poured out, and we were effectively stopped with no way around. Using long-range Pokemon, we shot off firebombs to the farther parts of the forest. Then in the midst of the battle, we…" Unknowingly, my voice trailed off, and Fallow's sorrowful, tear-stained face in White Forest flashed across my mind. Her pleading, broken voice echoed in my ears, begging me to let her go, to see the fault in my father's government—
"—Alain!"
Jolting in my chair, I focused my eyes once more on the now-annoyed face of my father. "Stay focused."
"Yes, sir," I nodded, rubbing my sweaty palms once more on my legs. Raking my hand through my coarse, brown hair, I focused on calming the erratic beating of my heart. I tried to convince myself that it was just beating like that because of my father, but something inside of me told me that it was much, much different.
"A-as I was saying, we captured the leader of the Rebellion during the battle. She is currently being held in a cell in the Battle Subway where we will consider what to do with her once the Rebellion is annihilated. As for the other rebels of White Forest, we were only able to capture seventeen while the rest escaped through the forest," I said, finishing the explanation. Sighing deeply, I waited for my father's reaction.
He sighed as well before a small smile graced his face. "Well done, Alain," he said, nodding his head up and down. "Well done."
Before I knew it, my face had broken into one of the biggest smiles that I had had in a long time. It wasn't every day that I received praise from my father, the Iron-Fisted President of Unova.
"So this leader," he began, his serious, stoic expression back in place, "what do we know of her?"
My smile faltered as a strange feeling constricted my heart, almost like a Mamoswine sitting on my chest. Clearing my throat, I scrambled to find the words to describe Fallow without giving any… extraneous, unnecessary feelings away. "H-her name is Fallow Bay Chapman, younger sister of Commander Audun Chapman of the Regulation Force."
My father's left eyebrow quirked up. "Interesting. Did he have prior knowledge of this?"
"No. He was just as surprised as I was when we found out," I replied.
"Now that is interesting," he said, sitting up in his chair, his eyes alight with skeptical curiosity. "You speak as if you know this girl personally."
My face blanched. I knew that I would trip up somehow, but I could save myself if I worded myself carefully. "W-well, I had met Fallow previously when Arconsy and I were traveling around Unova. She seemed a normal, average girl, but that was probably her plan all along. Yet there was always something suspicious about her, so Arconsy and I maintained our distance with her while keeping her in sight." I mentally slapped myself.
That last part was a blatant lie.
"And how many times have you met this girl before?" he asked, searching my eyes through the computer screen. He knew there was something else there.
Racking my brain, I thought back to the first time we met in Castelia City, the day when she was "captured" by the rebels on Route 4, the day when she randomly showed up in Nimbasa, and the day we invaded White Forest. "Four times, Sir."
"I see…" he said, trailing off as he leaned back in his chair. "Any other information on her?"
I shut my mind off from all emotions and just focused on getting through this conversation. "She's nineteen years old, born in Aspertia City. She is stubborn, stealthy, and passionate, every quality that a leader needs. Yet what makes her atypical is that she is extremely short, barely surpassing five feet, by my calculations." I had to stop myself before I launched into a full description of her, from the way her catastrophic red hair went everywhere, to the way her grey eyes smoldered to the depths of a person's soul.
"If you say she is a good leader, then she is much too dangerous to move to another location," he replied, his icy blue gaze signaling that there was no room for arguments or suggestions. "For all I care, let her rot in that cell for the rest of her miserable life, but under no circumstances should she ever see the light of day again, am I understood?"
Gritting my teeth, I nodded. "Yes, Sir."
An uncomfortable silence lapsed between us, and I struggled to find anything to say. Finally, my father checked his watch and looked back at me. "I have a meeting scheduled with the Minister of Finances in ten minutes, so I must go prepare for that." Straightening himself up, he breathed deeply. "You have made good progress, but we need to crush this Rebellion before they have a chance to retaliate. I am relying on you, my son, to get rid of my enemies."
I felt my eyes widen at my father's words, and I replied with a terse, "Yes, Sir."
He sighed again. "If you fail, I have plans that will wipe that pathetic Rebellion off the face of the planet, but only if you should fail," he said strictly, staring me down.
"What sort of plans? You've never notified me of any such thing," I questioned. Father always notified me of everything since I was the successor to the the Unovan Presidency if he passed away. He rarely ever kept things from me. If he had a way to crush the Rebellion, why not just use it now? Why waste soldiers and resources?
"Plans that will terrify anyone into working in accordance with us. We have harnessed a great and terrifying power that will do whatever I bid, but I'm saving that for a special time. You may be my son, Alain, but you must prove yourself to me," he said. "Show me that years of living in the Castle haven't made you naive. Show me that your petty friendship with that foolish Arconsy hasn't softened your nerves. Show me that this Fallow girl of the Rebellion hasn't clouded your judgement." A strange feeling twisted my heart as he focused on me with a knowing stare. "Show me that you can lead Unova by defeating this Rebellion. If you should fail, I will renounce your right to take over after I am gone, and I will exile you from Unova, not to mention the rest of your Regulation Force. Am I understood?"
Suffocating silence filled the room. My chest constricted. My hands clenched. "Yes, Sir." My teeth ached from grounding the words out.
He nodded once. "Until the next time, Alain," he said, and the computer screen shut off.
Slumping back in my seat, I rubbed my face with my hands, my body trembling with adrenaline and dissipating terror. Outside in the hall, I heard the pounding footsteps and echoing voices of all of the officers that I had personally hand-picked and trained to be in the Regulation Force. If I were to fail, not only would I fall into shame and be banished from Unova, but all of my subordinates, as well.
I can't let them down. They are trusting in me, just like President Javan. Just like my father.
Standing up from my chair briskly, I took a deep breath and walked out the door, walking to where Fallow was locked up in the Battle Subway. I'd show Father that I wasn't going soft. Not even some girl with fiery hair and stormy grey eyes would ever cloud my judgement, no, not even a girl that I had trusted at one point because I saw myself in her.
Officers moved out of my way in the hallways as I walked by with purpose, allowing the rage to build up inside of me as every step brought me closer to her.
I'd show them all that I was strong. I'd show them all that I could be the next leader of Unova.
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"Stop, Fallow!" I screamed, trying my hardest to keep up with her. If she escaped… No, I couldn't even begin to imagine what would happen if she escaped. I had to catch her.
Clutching the Pokeball that held my Haxorus tightly to my chest, I stretched my legs as far as they would go and sprinted after her. Sweat poured down my face. The muscles in my legs cried for rest, but I couldn't stop. Not until I caught up to Fallow. But even that seemed an impossible task, because no matter how far or fast we ran, she was always strides ahead of me. Lungs aching with effort, my mind finally registered where she was fleeing to, where she was seeking refuge.
"No!" I roared, and somehow, I began to catch up to her. But just as I could reach out to touch her hair, she disappeared into the fog of the Amusement Park.
Hands shaking with adrenaline and exhaustion, I released Haxorus in front of the entrance. His red eyes stared at me, blazing with fury and energy from the battle against the rebels. "Find her," I commanded, and we both entered the suffocating fog to find the girl that always seemed to do the impossible.
The moment I stepped foot in the park, every sight, sound, and feeling dissipated into nothingness. All around me, an endless sea of grey fog illuminated orange by the setting sun filled my gaze. Within seconds, I had lost Haxorus in the thickness, and my only companions were the dense fog and my hysteric thoughts, screaming for clarity. The intense need to scream bubbled up inside of me, spurned on by the sound of utter nothingness surrounding me. Hyperventilating, I stumbled over the ground as my knees began to shake with depleted energy and complete exhaustion
"Pull yourself together, Alain." Grounding my teeth together, I pushed all thoughts of weakness from my brain, and looked into the grey around me.
You are not weak. You are not soft. You will show everyone how strong you are.
But I had no idea where I was. I had no idea how to even navigate this place, much less find Fallow and get us out of here.
I heard a strange noise that sounded like a winded, dying dog, but then I realized that the noise was coming from me. A humorless laugh was bubbling up in my chest, and I couldn't help but let it out. For half a second, I tried to pull myself together. Then I realized the futility of everything and the sheer hilarity of everything. So there I stood: in the middle of a dense fog while I was supposed to be chasing a dangerous criminal, with tears streaming down my face because I was laughing.
How had I never realized how stupid everything was?
The world. Unova. My father. Life. Love.
Here I was, the son of the most powerful person in Unova— no —the entire world, chasing after some girl that I kissed when I wasn't supposed to who just so happens to be the leader of an organization that intends to take down my tyrannical father. This girl, who I could possibly even love, was hell-bent on toppling over my father, the one who trusted me to kill all of his enemies for him. What a great sense of humor life had!
How incredibly worthless life was.
No wonder Father used all of his resources to trample over other people to gain a better life for himself, one that made him feel important and powerful. This world promises you a bright future full of hope and love when you are young, but once you endure that one tragic event that shatters your fantasy life when you are young, you realize that life sucks. No one cares about you, nothing is working for you, and nothing you can do will ever satisfy you. So when people like my father— who ache for significance in a world that swindles away everything— try to make a name for themselves, they are seen as dictatorial and corrupt.
Then people like Fallow and her band of rebels come along, people who actually believe in morality and fairness, the corrupt and dictatorial don't understand what drives them, because it most certainly cannot be for the "good of the people." Because good cannot possibly exist. The world is cruel and vicious. This entire thing is futile, this struggle between good and evil, between morality and corruption.
Why did the rebels fight so hard? Everyone dies in the end. Why can't they just live the life that was given to them?
"Hey dude, are you okay?" a voice asked suddenly, wrenching me from my thoughts.
"Who are you?" I yelled, wheeling around to find the source of the voice. "Show yourself!"
"Chill out there," the voice said in a sarcastic tone that reminded me of Arconsy. "You've gone through, like, five different moods in five minutes. It's like watching a one-man silent film." From behind me, the voice tapped my shoulder, and my eyes widened as I took in the sight of him.
"Are you sure you shouldn't be your own one-man show? One about the shortest person in the entire world?" I replied with snark.
He looked up at me with utter disdain. "Never heard that joke before," he replied, his hand messing with the bandanna that covered his head. "The name's Duff, but most people know me by my official title, Thief Extraordinaire." He held up one of his hands and stared into the distance, acting like his name was in lights or something.
"Yeah, well, I'm from the Regulation Force, so calling yourself 'Thief Extraordinaire," I held up my hands to put fake quotes around the title, "was probably not the greatest decision you've ever made."
"Hey, I'm not an idiot," he replied, raising an eyebrow up at me. "Even if you tried to take me in right now, you couldn't. I'm entirely too fast and too clever for you." A smirk grew on his face as my face shifted into a scowl. "Besides, you look like you have something more important to do, and I don't think the son of the President would waste his precious time by arresting a petty thief, such as myself."
So this kid did know who I was.
"I'm just looking for a friend who stumbled her way into this place," I replied evenly, despite the terror of never finding her coursing through my veins. "You haven't happened to see her, have you?"
"Nope," he said, perhaps a tad too quickly. "My business is my own, and I could care less about anyone else."
I stared down at him with my intimidating glare. "I won't hesitate to arrest you on the spot right now for withholding information. So tell me, have you seen a girl running through her?"
"If you're trying to intimidate me, it's not gonna work. I've met people far more imposing than you, and one of them was an unassuming girl," he said, not fazed at all. But what he said about the girl piqued my interest.
"Let me take a wild guess: was this girl short and have extremely, curly red hair with grey eyes that could scare the life out of you?" I asked, already knowing the answer to this question.
Duff smirked up at me. "I knew Fallow was the person you were looking for, and yeah, she ran through here about ten minutes ago like a madwoman, but then she disappeared. Like I said, I don't worry about anyone else, so that's as much help as I'll be to you. Besides, even if you did happen to find her, she's crafty and can get out of any situation."
I sighed heavily and gritted my teeth. "Do you know which direction she went in?"
"Well, she went up that way," he said, pointing somewhere to the right, "but good luck navigating your way through—"
In the middle of his sentence, my Haxorus roared in the distance as he tried to find me. Finally, I saw his dark shape emerge from the grey fog. He looked exhausted, but I was more focused on the piece of fabric that was hanging from his mouth. Grabbing the ripped piece from him, I immediately recognized that it was a part of one of Fallow's numerous flannel shirts. From beside me, Duff touched the scrap and examined it with me.
"She must have fallen into the water," he said simply. "There are no trees around that can snag onto clothes, but there's a steep ditch that suddenly cuts off to the water. She probably ran straight to it and fell in the water."
My blood froze in my veins.
Audun had said that Fallow's deepest fear was water… Did that mean that she couldn't swim?
"Haxorus," I said, voice hoarse and stiff, my body rigid with fear of the unknown, "show me where you got this."
When all three of us reached the place where he found the scrap of shirt, my heart dropped in my chest like a three-ton stone. Even from the limited distance that we could see in the fog, I knew that something had happened. The slope that suddenly cut off to the water was lined with sharp rocks and the dead roots of fallen trees. My eyes casted blankly over the murky depths of the water that was darker than shadows.
My body began to shudder with thoughts of the unthinkable as Haxorus, Duff, and I scoured the slope for any evidence of the runaway Fallow.
"Oi, Alain," called Duff a little ways to the left of me, "come here."
I walked over to him almost mechanically and leaned down next to him where he crouched at the top edge of the slope. He pointed to where there were deep indentions in the slope that led to the water and said, "Someone slid down right here." He stood up slowly and I stood with him. All traces of his earlier sarcasm was gone. "But I can't find any marks of someone climbing back up."
Pain wracked my entire body, and I wished for the ground to sink into the water beneath my feet. Clenching my fists, I held back any emotion that tried to show on my face, but I couldn't hold on forever. I began to move down the slope slowly, but Duff grabbed the top part of my arm, holding me back.
"That water is deep and dangerous!" he said, face stoic but his voice wavering the slightest bit. "The moment you step foot in it, you won't come out. The ground sucks you in."
"I have to at least try to find her," I replied, bordering hyperventilation and hysteria. There was no way Fallow was gone. She couldn't be gone. She was too strong, too important.
He held on to my arm tighter and tried to pull me back on to the top of the slope. "It's useless, Alain! Fallow is in there and she's gone, okay? There's no way she survived falling in. Just let her go."
"I wrenched my gaze away from him and focused on the deceptive water that seemed to hold far too many secrets and stories. The water lapped peacefully at the slope, but I knew that underneath the water a hidden hell waited. Was Fallow to become another chapter of this lake's horrifying story?
She couldn't possibly be gone.
"Come on, Alain," Duff urged, dragging me back up the slope.
My body allowed him to drag me, but my mind and heart screamed at me to go into the water, to find Fallow, to bring her back. A person like her couldn't fall so easily. She had so much life ahead of her… She was… There was no way… No…
I wrenched my arm out of Duff's grip and began to walk away, somewhere far away from him, from that water that seemed to call out to me, from the one person that I loved. Recalling Haxorus, I blindly stumbled out the Amusement Park after what either could have been two minutes or two hours, but when I emerged from the fog, the night sky illuminated the empty streets and my legs collapsed underneath the weight of the world.
But no tears came. Nothing came. No matter how hard I tried to feel something inside of me, I could't feel anything. I was just hollow. So hollow.
I don't know how long I sat outside of the Amusement Park, but sometime in the night, a scratched and bruised up Arconsy found me on the street and got me into one of the cars. Somewhere in my mind, I heard him tell me that most of the rebels had escaped, but I couldn't care less. Somewhere in the distance, I heard him call out my name multiple times, trying to tell me about how some of the citizens were joining in on the fight against us, but I couldn't listen to him.
I couldn't hear anything.
I was just… empty.
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hey guys! Sorry about the wait, as usual, and sorry that this is more of a filler chapter, but I've always loved writing for Alain. He's so interesting to me, but I just hope that you find him interesting too, even if you may not like him as a person. But the next chapter is gonna be a doozy, so hang on for that one :) I'm looking forward to that one!
The reason why this chapter is so late is because I was stuck in New York City for four days with 100 kids from my school. And when you have bad social anxiety and you're stuck in the biggest city in America with a bus full of idiots, you tend to lose your mind and sanity. Plus school is just hell because, well, Junior year sucks.
Anyway, on to replies!
Guest: Oh thank you so much! I'm so glad you like it :)
Emosewa-13: Alain is a trip, that's for sure. He's a fun roller coaster that I want to simultaneously hug, murder, and kiss all at the same time… And at least the action was followable, eh? I need to work on pacing in action sequences… It's definitely not my forte, but I'm trying :) I tried to incorporate shorter sentences in this one more, but I don't know how well it turned out… Oh well :)
Limeade Space Dorito: YOU KEEP CHANGING YOUR NAME AND IT'S THROWING ME OFF BUT I REALLY LIKE YOUR NAME CHANGES BECAUSE IT ADDS AN ELEMENT OF SURPRISE AND MYSTERY. And yes, you can marry Themis. I give you free reign on her :) and Audun is just a major douchebag that I force all of my negative feelings upon. Hate him for life.
Tabos: haha don't worry! Your prison riot will come later, I promise!
InspireFire: Gosh, just give me the award for most sporadic updates in the universe. I suck at this whole "consistency thing." And yeah, I kind of suck at writing action sequences, but hey, I'm growing! It'll all be chill and your opinions are always welcomed here :)
KrazyCat6167: I know, I know… I'm, like, the strangest fan fiction writer ever because there is absolutely no consistency. Audun terrifies the crap out of me, and he's so crazy. And I'm glad that Themis was the person you voted for! She's such a cool and dynamic character. I just wish that I could write more about all of the OC's and flesh them out more, but alas, I hope to be finished with this story soon, and I'm trying not to kill anyone with a 60 chapter story! Hahah you're such a great person and thank you for reviewing my story :) you're amazing!
AngelxofxChaos: SO MANY QUESTIONS. SO LITTLE TIME TO ANSWER THEM ALL. just kidding. All will be revealed shortly *throws sparkles into air* and you should know that I am a sucker for some good angst. I live for angst. AND HERE' DUFF. I HOPE YOU LIKE HIM. The sarcasm master that he is goes agains the sarcastic Alain himself. But then we also have serious Duff… *sigh* so much angst…
ChrystalDragoness: I KNEW YOU WOULD BE HAPPY BUT YOU HAVE TO WAIT TIL NEXT CHAPTER :))) AND THERE WAS SO MUCH CAPITALIZATION IN THIS REVIEW BUT IT WAS GLORIOUS ALL THE WAY THROUGH :)) PLEASE DON'T EXPLODE THOUGH BECAUSE I REALLY LIKE YOU AND YOU ARE A SUPER AWESOME FRIEND
W. R. Winters: I'm a sucker for a good psychopath every now and then :) and all will be revealed my friend! Now as for if this story gets awesomer, I just hope that my brain doesn't fail me and that this story will deliver in every single way :)
Cottonmouth25: I had so much fun writing that part out that I took a five minute break to make my own dance party. And this review was absolutely hilarious to read. Seriously. You rock.
Palkiawing87: Thank you so much! Gosh, I spent so long trying to make Fallow into a believable character, and this makes me so happy :) I hope you are doing well, my dear, and I'm always here whenever you need me! I love you!
So that's all for now, folks! Please review, and I'll try to get the new chapter up as soon as possible!
Love, Comet