Shatter Reality Part 15
Past and Present
by
Sailor Janus
Dr. E smiled at the perplexed looking burgundy-haired girl. "You my dear, were my pupil in colony L2 several years ago.
Deidra blinked in amazement. 'Colony L2? That sounds familiar too. What is going on here?!' Grinning, the teenager began slowly backing up only to discover she was heading straight for a solid wall. "I know what this is. It's some sort of trap! You send four guys to come and fetch us and then it's gonna be a shower of bullets! You work for Iron Fist don't you! You-you're trying to test our loyalty...well, you got us! We're not worthy!" Deidra rambled as her back made contact with the wall. The other teens in the room only watched the girl, curious about what the scientists were planning.
Chuckling, the white-haired man picked up an odd-shaped helmet with a visor attached. Quietly he walked towards Deidra who had a deer in headlights appearance. "Put this on and remember."
"Um, that's not going to hurt her is it?" Quatre asked, feeling concern for the girl's well being. He had to admit, being used as a guinea pig didn't really appeal to him, and probably the others either.
"Certainly not. We only want to give the girls back what Iron Fist had stolen from them, their memories," Prof I simply spoke.
"Our memories?" Trista murmured, glancing at each of the five scientists in question. 'Is that what I'm missing in this life? Am I really more than just another soldier?'
The burgundy-haired girl smirked, not knowing whether she could rely on these strange men or not. "How do we know we can trust you not to turn our brains into tapioca pudding instead?"
"Iron Fist has erased some of your memories, but not completely. That instrument has the power to recover them," Prof I pronounced. "You will finally learn your true purpose, which will be to your full advantage."
George nodded as he added, "You are among the elite and gifted, but first we must awaken your mind, or you will be of no use and your skills will become a complete waste."
Quizzically, Deidra examined the men's' faces, but found nothing sinister. Taking a deep breath she finally said, "Okay, I guess I'll give it a try but if anything goes wrong and I'm reduced to something no better than a radish, I give Trista permission to kill you on my behalf."
Hesitantly, the girl accepted the strange helmet, and after a quick glance at her peers, she placed it over her head. Taking a deep breath Deidra brought the visor down as well, hiding her jade green eyes. "Okay, so now what?"
"Patience my child," Dr E smiled pressing a few buttons in the back of the headpiece. "This will only erase the brainwashing they performed allowing your memories to resurface. It, however, will not restore everything; only what Iron Fist took away. Ready?"
Nervously, Deidra raised her eyes to meet the spectacled-man before searching for Trista and the pilots. Releasing a deep breath she had been holding, the girl nodded, "Okay, just remember to use the gentle cycle."
Quickly, the scientist pressed the last button, allowing the teenaged girl to remember what had once been hidden deeply in the back of her mind.
A few minutes later, Deidra wished she had never agreed to be subjected to the device.
Abruptly, the girl tore off the helmet, shoving it into Dr. E's unprepared grasp, as she hastily began heading towards the door announcing over her shoulder, "I need some fresh air. I'll be back in a few."
Puzzled, Trowa, Quatre, Wufei, and Trista watched curly-haired girl, pull the door open, and depart, shutting it softly behind her.
"What's wrong with her?!" Wufei exclaimed, raising an arching an eyebrow.
Duo stared at the door for a split second when he too, began for the door of the warehouse. "Be right back," he carelessly mumbled, realizing how odd the situation may appear.
"Did I miss something?" the Chinese teen asked as Quatre shook his head, watching their braided-haired friend leave as well.
"Wufei, there's probably something very unpleasant about Deidra's past that she now remembers. Life was really difficult, especially for that colony," the blonde answered, gazing at the door, wondering what was so terrible to cause the girl to leave so suddenly?
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Duo was surprised to find the jade green-eyed girl leaning against the wall of the warehouse. He expected from the shock on her face, that she'd be in the next city by now, but no, there Deidra was, sitting on the ground, looking completely miserable.
"Hey Deidra. There you are!" he called out, receiving an icy shoulder instead.
"Leave me alone. I just need a moment to readjust myself then I can go back to being what everyone thinks I am. Damn it! Why did I let myself experience that all over again," the burgundy-haired girl growled, wrapping her arms around her bent knees, pulling them up to her chest.
The cobalt blue-eyed teen held his hands out in surrender. "Okay! Geez! You know, you aren't the only one an unhappy history," Duo muttered throwing his back against the wall next to Deidra. " We all had pretty ugly pasts." Crossing his arms, the chestnut brown-haired pilot firmly completed his statement as he focused his gaze across the street. "L2 wasn't exactly a paradise. I should know."
"Oh really? Then how, may I ask, do you know?" Deidra bluntly asked, glaring at the boy from the corner of her eye.
Narrowing his gaze, Duo simply said, "That's where I'm from babe."
The girl blinked as she glanced up at the braided-haired teen. "So I suppose you also saw people you cared very much about die, forcing you to become an orphan at such a young age, struggling to survive without dying yourself."
"Wait, you're an orphan?!" the bewildered pilot exclaimed, staring at the jade green-eyed girl. "Sorry if I'm being nosy but you aren't the only one."
Deidra sighed, appearing very bored. "Don't tell me, you are an orphan too."
Nodding his head Duo slumped down to the ground. "Yep, Orphan Duo extraordinaire. In fact, Duo Maxwell isn't even my real name. I made it up."
Tiresomely, the burgundy-haired girl next to him bobbed her head up and down. "Deidra Robert isn't my real name either."
"Wait. So you're an L2 orphan, your name is a fake... this is getting weird," the cobalt blue-eyed teen muttered as the girl raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" she inquired, tucking a strand of hair under the thin braid crowning her head as the boy frowned.
"I'm pretty much the same. Care to share your past? I mean we seem to have a lot in common being from L2 and all so I'll probably understand where you're coming from. Life wasn't exactly easy there." Duo shrugged, hoping the girl would comply with his request.
Briefly Deidra smiled as she agreed. "Yeah, and hell would be an understatement." Taking a deep breath she began her life story. "I really can't remember much of my childhood, only the single memory which will haunt me forever. Witnessing the murder of my family."
The L2 boy blinked, realizing that this was going to rather gruesome story that the jade green-eyed girl was about to share so he decided to relay a little of himself as well. "Yeah, they did a lot of that back then. Sorry you had to watch it happen though. I saw my best friend Solo die from a virus which plagued the colony. Later I witnessed the lives slip away from Father Maxwell and Sister Helen during the Maxwell Massacre. That's how I came up with my name."
Understandingly, Deidra said, "I thought so. I was so young when my parents and older sister were executed. My mother tucked me away in the closet with her locket. She didn't have enough time to hide my sister when the Alliance came and killed them. I can remember the gunshots, and crying so vividly now. Funny, I have the ability to remember everything but my own name." Slowly she undid the clasp to the chain around her neck, handing the treasured necklace to Duo. "Mother's locket, gave me an identity."
Accepting it, the boy carefully opened the battered piece of silver jewelry, which displaced an unidentifiable picture and an inscription. "To my sweet Deidra, Love always, Robert." Duo read before adding with a snicker, "You took your mother's name for your first and your father's for your last. Talk about sentimental!"
Snatching it back, the teenaged girl stuck her tongue out. "That's the pot calling the kettle black Mr. Duo Maxwell!"
"So what happened next? I mean you were left orphaned, then what?" the chestnut brown-haired pilot inquired.
Slightly faltering, Deidra stated, "I began my seemingly life long career as a thief. First it was only enough to survive, mainly food, but one day a woman praised my skill and took me off the streets. In exchange for food, shelter, and clothing, she taught me how to become a cat burglar or professional thief if you will. Never once did I get caught, always one step ahead of them. No alarm systems, surveillance cameras, or anti-theft devices could stop me. It seemed I was invincible, until one day, I saw sent to steal plans from a lab. The lab of Prof. G and Dr. E. They caught me and oddly, instead of death, offered to teach me to become a pilot."
"Sounds slightly familiar. I had to steal until Father Maxwell took me in. After the Massacre I was forced back to old habits again. Prof G found me stolen away. Rather than blow my brains out, he offered to teach me how to pilot a gundam... and suddenly I'm noticing a pattern. Damn kooky scientists!" Duo mumbled throwing a hand to his forehead. 'Why didn't anyone recognize this earlier?'
The girl frowned, her jade green eyes slightly crinkling under the dim light cast off of the streetlamp. "What do you mean by a pattern? I don't understand what you are trying to say."
Nodding, the chestnut brown-haired pilot smirked as he explained the new revelation. "The scientists for some reason seem to have matched us all up. Heero and Hotaru are from colony L1. Both were trained as professional assassins with very little emotion and are quite deadly as well as mission oriented. Trowa and Trista come from L3. Now I don't know too much about Trista, but she seems to be very quiet like Trowa."
"Yeah, it's hard to get a word out of her sometimes. As far as missions or anything went I did most of the talking. Trista is very skilled at tactics and explosives though," Deidra agreed, taking a glance up to Duo. "So, what about us?"
Grinning, Duo completed his detailed speculation. "You and I babe, are the L2 crew, who seem to talk a little more than we should an have witnessed the deaths of people who were important in our life and specialize in thievery."
"And mask our emotions with humor," the girl softly said, which granted her a shocked look from the boy. "What? You thought I couldn't see it? I follow the same exact rules to the same exact game. There is too much turmoil to actually pass through life without a mask."
"Wow, I can't believe how right I am! This is cool!" Duo gleamed as he climbed to his feet. Giggling, Deidra as well rose from the ground, dusting off the dirt on the seat of her pants. "What's so funny?"
Brushing a curly strand of hair from her face, the burgundy-haired girl smirked as she strolled towards the door of the warehouse with her hands clasp behind her back in mock innocence. "You are. I do, however, believe you have a very valid idea. Let's go back inside."
Whatever you say babe," Duo snickered folding his arms behind his head, following the girl close behind. "They probably miss us by now."
Suddenly the girl paused in front of the door as she quickly spun around to face the Deathscythe Hell pilot who froze, staring into her face. "Duo, I want to say thank you for understanding my past and for not telling me everything will okay or to forget about it. I'm not very trusting because of my experiences in life but I do believe eventually, I could trust you. I really don't understand why I told you about my past but hell, you did the same." Deidra smiled lightly, her jade green eyes shining brightly. " We better go back in."
The cobalt blue-eyed teen blinked, nodding at the girl, feeling at a complete loss for words. For once, there was someone who understood where he was coming from because she too had been in the hollows of hell. 'Damn, those scientists matched us up perfectly. I wonder what else we have in common,' he thought glancing at the girl's black hooded jacket with matching stretch pants and slippers. The only other color was a white shirt worn under the jacket. "Hey, mind if I ask what's with all the black?"
Placing her hand on the doorknob, Deidra shrugged answering, "I was a cat burglar and black is the least reflective color. The clothing is kinda tight to prevent snagging which is basically like shooting yourself in the foot. Madam Marie was a ballet instructor turned thief who taught me how to be graceful and silent for stealth missions. The slippers are completely soundless."
"Wait, you specialize in stealth?! That's my field!" Duo exclaimed, following the girl inside.
"Yeah? Well, now you have to share!" the girl smirked as her eyes dangerously sparkled. "I suppose your choice in clothing has to do with your field of work as well."
"Partly, I also have a priest's collar on under my turtleneck. I still don't understand how Heero can stand wearing a tank top in this weather!" Duo sighed with worried look. "Hope he and Hotaru are still alive. This is just so shitty."
Deidra spun around until she was right next the braided-haired teen. Lightly she patted his shoulder reassuringly. "I'm pretty sure that Iron Fist has no means to kill them. They want them alive, for what? I don't know. Just think about it. Why would they have gone to all the trouble in grabbing Heero if they just wanted him dead? It doesn't make sense."
"So you mean I was actually bait for Hotaru? Man I get all the sucky jobs!" Duo pouted when realization hit him. "Wait a second! Hotaru's father is Prof. T who is a part of Iron Fist. Prof. T used to work with Dr. J, which trained and warded Heero. Chances are Prof. T knew of Heero's skills and of course knew of Hotaru's-"
"So several years later he meets a mastermind hungry for world domination. Together they send out Hotaru to kill you five but can't succeed because they don't want her eliminate Heero as well. Using her, they locate Heero," Deidra finished. "Damn, if they execute whatever they are planning for those two, it'll be game over for everyone."
Exchanging glances, the L2 teens burst through the door. "Hey guys! We have some big news!" Duo cried out with the curly-haired trailing behind him.
"Maxwell, can it wait? We're trying create a plan on how to get Yuy and Tomoe out of Iron Fist's weak hands," Wufei grumbled from his metal foldable chair.
Quatre nodded, agreeing with the Chinese teen from his place at the crowded card table. "We speculate that because Prof T knew of Heero and now has both Heero and Hotaru, that they are probably the most important aspect in determining Iron Fist's success. The question is what?"
"What was your big news?" Trowa inquired his friend who drew a long face as he pulled up a chair, sitting on it backwards.
"Oh, nothing. I kinda forgot," the cobalt blue-eyed pilot grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest in disgust. 'Why does everyone have to steal my ideas?!'
Deidra merely leaned against the wall behind her peers, tucking a loose strand of hair through the small braid crowning her head like a headband. This hairstyle was the only logical way to keep her curly hair from falling in her face. Well, most of it. One strand seemed to always fall in her face no matter what the girl did. Not to mention, it reminded her of Marie.
For a professional thief, Deidra had to admit, the woman was kind-hearted. She only stole because society was so malicious during that time period so the woman was practically starving, struggling earnestly to survive. Sadly, Marie was murdered days before her pupil was found by Prof G and Dr E.
"We know that Heero and Hotaru are somewhere in Elite Silver. The question is if they are still there, where, and how heavily guarded is it?" Quatre said, as he counted their concerns off on his fingers.
"Trista, do you suppose Iron Fist knows about your treason?" Trowa question the dark haired girl who glanced uneasily down at the front of her sapphire blue V-necked sweater teamed up with khaki pants and brown boots.
Thoughtfully she replied, "I don't really know if we were spied upon or not."
"Think you can get us in though?" the Chinese pilot inquired over the hot cup of tea in front of him.
"That's my specialty!" Deidra grinned, joining the group. "I have never met one lock that could keep me out!"
The three boys turned to look at the curly-haired girl as Trista confirmed, "It's true. Deidra is an expert in stealth measures. There are probably very few places which she cannot infiltrate."
"Odd, because that is Duo's skill," Trowa said, glancing skeptically at his friends.
"Deidra and I have already discussed it," Duo cut in, not wanting his revelation to be claimed by one of the others. "The scientists have matched us all to the point where we share the same if not similar personalities and characteristics as well as skills. Heero and Hotaru, Deidra and myself, and Trowa and Trista."
The room suddenly fell silent. It made perfect sense. The boys were matched with the girls so the piloting skills would be similar if not exactly the same.
"Incredible. Why didn't we recognize this sooner?" the blonde gaped, amazed at the unveiled fact as the L2 boy gloated with pride over his discovery.
"Trista, you specialize in tactics?" the green-eyed boy asked, curious whether his friend was indeed fully correct.
"And explosives," the girl nodded, which actually caused Trowa to blink in surprise.
"Very well done, Duo Maxwell," Dr E praised the teenager, accompanied by his four other colleagues. "We were hoping one of you would realize this important piece to the puzzle that is gundam."
Deidra pushed off from the wall she was still leaning on, "But why did you choose similar personalities rather than different ones? Was it too difficult for you? And why us?" she questioned the men, raising a skeptical eyebrow as she spoke.
Dr. E chuckled, removing his glasses from his face momentarily. "Little Deidra Robert. So full of wonder and never-ending questions. My how I missed you."
The burgundy-haired girl however rolled her eyes in annoyance, before smirking. It was the same look she gave Duo, threatening his life. Calmly, Deidra crossed her arms as she walked in the scientists' direction. "And Dr E, I'm so amazed to see your face again! What no party balloons or a nice big banner proclaiming, 'Welcome Home Gundam Pilots!' I think we were better off without you guys."
Suddenly, Deidra felt someone grab her by the elbow. "Don't do anything you'd regret, babe. As much as I despise saying it, we need these five old guys. They may be our only ticket to save Heero and Hotaru as well as stop Iron Fist for good," Duo whispered in the girl's ear, slowly yanking her backwards.
The L2 girl blinked before she giggled, blushing slightly at the old men. "Uh, just kidding? Uh heh, having a bad day I guess. I mean the tape player in Trista's car ate my favorite Fyre Spell tape, the zipper on my backpack broke, I had to talk to Mister Ego, and so uh, how about those questions?!" she babbled, twisting a lock of hair around her finger nervously.
'Brilliant Deidra. First you threaten them and now you bore them death with your mindless babble,' Trista thought with a silent sigh. Sometimes allowing the quirky girl to do all the talking had its major drawbacks. The fact that Deidra had the habit of putting her foot in her mouth quite often was one of them.
"Need help with the other foot, Deidra?" the chestnut brown-haired pilot snickered, earning him a dirty look and a sharp elbow to his chest. "Ow!"
Clearing his throat, Prof. F silenced the assembly of teenagers as he explained the answer to the L2 girl's question. "Originally we only planned on using five boys, but quickly, speculation of possible rebellion or even assassination of the original five, gave us worry of the mission, which must be set out or all would be lost."
"Of course, instead of actually having to search, the girls just appeared," Master M spoke with a small smirk.
George nodded as he ran a hand through his thinning dark hair. "In Hotaru Tomoe's case, Dr. J had already plotted to train a girl from the very beginning. Basically as an experiment, involving Heero Yuy as well, granted by Prof T, Hotaru's biological father."
"A few months after Prof G had found Duo, a very spunky young Deidra practically landed in our laps, marking her as the next pilot," Dr. E recalled, snickering at his student.
"I fell through a ceiling panel and landed at their feet," the burgundy-haired girl whispered sheepishly, lightly flushing.
Nodding Prof I said, "We acquired Trista when she was seeking shelter from a storm."
"The L4 girl was the daughter of a rich ambassador whose parents were killed in a car accident. She wanted to fight for peace anyway she could," the red head scientist proudly said.
Master M nodded as he spoke of his own pupil. "The L5 child's home was taken under siege. She wanted to fight for truth and humanity, all of which she believed were lost in a very confused society."
"Unfortunately both of the missing girls' names have slipped our minds. We speculate that they have been executed in AC 195," Prof F sighed, feeling some swore for the angelic girl he had lost.
Everyone fell into an abrupt silence over the loss of the girls from colonies L4 and L5. Quatre and Wufei each questioned themselves what the girl from their respective home would have been like, especially since their friends got along with their own counterparts. Such a sad fate for the two fighters who barely had a chance to begin their destinies.
"Originally, there was only one Gundam per colony. Before the five boys were sent to earth, we had descended with enough gundanium alloy to create two gundams if the originals were destroyed. At that moment, we decided to create Gundams for the girl's as well, in hopes that perhaps with the extra help, there would be no chance at failure with completing your missions," Dr. E clearly spoke, as the teens silently listened. "However, something went gravely wrong and the girls began to slowly disappear."
"Truthfully, none of you were selected, it was all left up to chance or fate if you will," Prof I stated, rubbing his baldhead.
"Fate sure does have a twisted sense of humor," Duo muttered under his breath with a scowl on his face as Deidra silently nodded next to him. She didn't feel like putting any more feet in her mouth.
Master M held one finger out to prove a point, "You were all given choices which you could have refuse."
"But what about Heero and Hotaru? Why did you have to subject them to become what they are today? It's horrible!" Quatre brought up with a shocking spark of fire in his eyes.
"What Dr J and Prof T did was their own business. We were finally notified of their experimentations in AC 195 after Oz had captured the head scientists. No one had any say in what happened in L1 or any other colony, only their own," George firmly explained in hopes that any animosity the pilots held would eventually fade.
The teenagers nodded, accepting what was said as the truth. The four boys understood more of what was going on than did Deidra and Trista could muster, since the two girls never met Heero or Hotaru. However, they did have a vague clue as to what everyone meant.
"Now what are we supposed to do?" the garnet-eyed girl softly asked. She never would have guessed that this would be the night her past and true mission would be unveiled.
"You must concoct your own plans of strategy. However, you may not use the Gundams until after Stanz unleashes his own or the consequences may be dire," Prof I sternly said to the pilots.
Nodded Trowa agreed, "It would be like announcing we are here, meaning a jail or death sentence for us."
"Do you have any suggestions for us? We have after all, been framed for murder," the blonde asked with a glint of hope in his aquamarine eyes.
"As a matter of a fact, we do," Dr E said as he gestured for the six teens to follow him as he strolled up to the door leading out of the building. Quietly, the elderly man twisted the handle, and pushed the door open. "Don't get caught."
The pilots stared at the man completely stunned. Were they actually throwing them out?!
"Good night gentlemen, ladies. You know where to reach us now," he concluded as the teenagers slowly left through the door, closing it firmly in Duo's gaping face.
"I don't believe it! They kicked us out!" the cobalt blue-eyed boy stammered.
Deidra scoffed as she turned her back to the door. "Yep, with the appropriate boot mark stamped on each one of our asses. Might as well have yanked us out by our ears."
"Yeah, that's right up there with 'Have a nice life, don't die! Nudge, nudge, wink, wink," Duo coincided adding his own perception to the rude dismissal.
"So," Quatre interjected after recovering from his own initial shock. "What do we do now? We are wanted criminals, and still need to devise a strategy as to how to save Heero and Hotaru as well as stop Iron First permanently."
"Finding a safe place to stay would be ideal," Trowa softly said, glancing around the dark, vacant street in front of the warehouse.
"True but where can we go Barton? Maxwell and Yuy's as well as my own apartments have probably been taken under siege. Showing our faces there would be the most foolish course of action possible," Wufei said with a disgusted look on his face.
Deidra frowned as she glanced at her taller friend. "Hey Trista, what about our place? I mean it'll be a tight fit but there's the couch and plenty of floor space, on your side that is. I'm sure we could make work."
"That's very kind of you Deidra, but wouldn't it be a little risky?" Quatre smiled as the girl he was regarding shrugged at the question.
Speaking up, Trista assured the boys of their safety. "Actually, Iron Fist as no idea about where we live. That information remained confidential."
The Altron pilot crossed his arms in thought, staring intensely at the ground before asking, "Are you certain that no one from Iron Fist know where you two reside?"
"Yep! They believe we live at this special Iron Fist condo called Golden Condominiums, but we hated there, so we secretly moved. In fact, our mail still arrives at that hell hole!" the curly-haired girl explained as her roommate nodded. "Plus, we are in just as much danger as you guys. Especially, if those jerks discover our betrayal."
The four boys stood and contemplated, the girls' offer, when Duo decided to speak his mind. "Basically, my opinion is, what have we to lose? Any place we go could be a huge risk so why not stay with these two pretty ladies and be done with it?" Placing his hands behind his head in a causal fashion the teen added, "Besides, that will give us time to fill them in as well as plot how to get Heero and Hotaru out of Iron Fist's grubby hands before something really bad happens!"
The other three pilots exchanged glances before deciding that their American friend had a good point.
"All right, if it isn't any trouble to you two," Trowa finally said with a head nod.
Trista almost smiled as she replied, "No problem at all. We are more than happy to offer you four shelter."
Deidra almost giggled at the slight amount of emotion radiating off of her friend as she agreed, "Yep! After all, we are on the same team. Our home is your home."
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Blurrily, Hotaru cracked open one eye, feeling as though her head were spinning. She was still lying on the cold linoleum floor, and couldn't seem to find the energy to pick herself up.
Blinking, she laid still. Everything felt so unsettling, her father being Prof. T was the main one. What happened to the father she remembered from her childhood? Groaning, the dark-haired girl made a fist with her hand, but found discovered her movements were oddly sluggish.
'Damn it. They must... have drugged me or... something. Heero... probably isn't... awake yet. It's... too early... Takes twelve... hours,' Hotaru incoherently thought, trying with her might to lift herself off of the ground.
Instead, out of the corner of a violet eye, she saw her father enter with several guards. 'Please... not Heero. He's... not... well yet,' she urgently thought, recalling how long it took herself to fully recover. Hotaru couldn't seem to understand anything that her psychotic father or the guards were saying.
Briefly, she watched them check on the Perfect Soldier. Fortunately, no one seemed to have injected him with anything.
Suddenly, the girl could feel her limp body being lifted and suddenly, everything went black.
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Author's Notes: Ack! I am so sorry this is so late but vacation will do that to you not to mention the computer I was using was not compatible with my word program. Then were the joys of jet lag (red eye flights suck) and finally my sprained wrist.
Anyway, this chapter had to be chopped up a bit and previously was going to end in a whole different way, but it turned out, what I thought was one chapter was long enough to be two or three chapters!
Chapter 16 will be quite memorable, especially at the end of it. Yeah It's gonna be a cliff hanger, but it'll be cool.
Sad to say, or maybe not, the end is still in the distance. I'm speculating this'll be at least 25 chapters if not more! O.O;;
Oh, I am planning on editing the story too! I had to reread some parts and noticed a lot of mistakes.
That's it for now! ^_^