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Over the next couple of weeks Cahill fell into a certain routine, in the morning she woke up early, changed into a pair of baggy sweats and a t- shirt and went for a jog. Then she showered and dressed for the day and waited for Jules to get ready; together they went down to breakfast. After eating they'd go to their classes and then Cahill would do the work given to them and then head over to a clearing she'd found one day. Sometimes she would just sit there and reminisce and others she'd work on her fighting technique or just work out. Then that night she'd eat dinner with Jules and go to group, most of the time she'd stay silent, only speaking when spoken to. There were times when she'd offer her opinion on certain things or question something another said, but they were few and far between.

Peter couldn't figure out how to get through because he'd tried all sorts of things but each time he'd think he made progress he'd end up ramming into another wall. All of the kids there had had weaknesses or rather triggers that showed him what they were about but for some reason he couldn't find hers. What he did know was the little bit of information she was willing to tell him, which was mostly just some little tidbits of her life on the street. He knew that she'd never been a prostitute, she lived in an apartment with a boy a couple of years younger then her, but she had yet to say his name, and that her best friend wasn't a street kid but he had a nice house.

Then almost three weeks after she got there they were all in group and the topic of the streets came up. Cahill seemed to become more interested in what they were talking about and changed her position in the chair she using. Usually she sat in the single chair with one leg thrown over the arm, but the minute they started to talk about this she casually lowered her leg to the ground and leaned forward. Peter noticed but decided that it had more to do with the fact that a good part of her life was spent there then anything else. Then Auggie and Shelby started to talk about one thing Cahill could do without. Auggie brought it up and Cahill seemed to shrink into herself, "One of the major players in the drug area where I'm from was a girl so it just goes to show you that not every one of the dealers was male."

"Same here, but I always wondered how she got the power," Shelby glanced at Cahill, "What about you newbie? Know anything about living on the streets?"

Cahill tried to remain calm, "A little."

Auggie raised an eyebrow, "Really? I wouldn't have thought of you as being a street kid. So how do you think the girl got the power?"

When Cahill shrugged, Shelby jumped in, "I think she was cold, through and through. I've heard stories about the girl from my area. She was with the leader of this one gang and then when he was arrested she took over his clients."

Jules looked at her confused, "Clients?"

Auggie patted her hand, "She means the people the guy was selling drugs to."

Cahill shifted in her seat and Peter watched for the first time as part of her shell cracked, "You don't know what you're talking about."

They all looked over at her quiet, but firm statement and Peter could feel the underlying tone of danger in her voice, but Shelby didn't quite catch it and smirked. "What does princess Jr. think she know so much about a girl just because she's from the same city as her?"

Cahill eye's glazed over and she immediately straightened her shoulders, which was Dagger showing through, she never let anyone talk to her that way and she wasn't about to start now. "Look BARBIE," She stressed the word and her smile grew as she saw a flash of anger in Shelby's eyes. "You're the one who thinks they know the story of this girl, who you've never met, just heard of. So really you're just who you called me."

Shelby leaned back a smug look on her face, "And just what do you know about her that I don't?"

"Well her name for one, it's Dagger. Do you know why they call her Dagger?" When Shelby shook her head, a glint came to Cahill's eyes. "Because she always carried one with her, knows how to fight to. All the fights she's been in the other person came out badly. Cut up and the likes, there's even one story that says that she attacked one of the cops that arrested her boy and slit his throat like butter."

Jules gulped and paled so much that Cahill thought she was going to be sick and Daisy smiled, "Well now there's a girl with taste, no stabbing or anything messy like that. Just one quick slice and it was all over with."

Ezra looked at Daisy like she was crazy, "Got that makes me wanna yack."

Cahill just smiled and sat back in her seat and threw her leg back over the edge of the chair, signaling that she was done talking. Peter looked her over and realized that she could very possibly be good friends with this girl and he wondered what had gone on between the two. He knew from Shelby's hateful expression that it was time to call group to an end. As everyone began to leave, he pulled Cahill to the side and handed her a letter that had just gotten there that day.

She looked at it and then her heart began to race, she thanked Peter and wandered out of the main building and then decided that she didn't feel like going back to the cabin so she made her way to her clearing and then settled down on a boulder and looked the letter over. There was enough sun left so that if she opened it then she would be able to read it. Quickly she tore the letter out of the envelope and opened it but became slightly confused when she didn't recognize the handwriting as Rocky's. She looked the letter over and then crumpled it up and threw it to the ground, she stood up and screamed at the top of her lungs and then jumped down from the boulder and took off into the forest at top speed.

She didn't follow any specific path and didn't bother trying to figure out where she was heading, she just needed to get away. It was getting dark quickly and she started to shiver, she wrapped her arms around herself and just sat down and began rocking back and forth over and over. She wanted to cry, she really did but the tears wouldn't come to her, they just wouldn't come after all the years of being repressed. 'I'm alone, truly alone.'