Goddess: Well.. It's not any better than the last chapter. I try.

Dushu: Thanks for the warning. Don't worry too bad, at least your getting your point across, and moving the story well enough.

Goddess:Yawn: Well, yeah.. I hope so...

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Hot Streak growled and went out the door after making sure I was secured to the bed again. Ebon cast one more glance towards me, and followed. My mind drifted, trying to find the others. Richie and Virgil weren't around anymore. Instead, I found the stronger and determined mindsets of Static and Gear. I heard shouting outside the room and the door burst off its hinges. Hot Streak stumbled in, and landed on top of me.

I cowered as well as I could, being cuffed to the bed. I curled up in a ball, covering myself. I heard Hot Streak shout something and then suddenly my mind was in a fog. Water poured from my hands, swirling around Static and Gear. Another metahuman that I hadn't seen before threw something, impaling Static on some sort of energy spear.

There was more chaos as through my eyes, but in a fog, I stared at the pain that laced through every feature of Static's face. He didn't cry out, just stood there, attached to the wall, gritting his teeth in pain. Suddenly there was a shot, three more, then silence. I saw the blood pooling beneath Static, and then blood from Gear, as he lay sprawled on the ground. I too was bleeding, but I didn't know it.

I felt it first, but didn't realize it. The mind set of Static and Gear were gone. In its place were the pained thoughts of a scared teenager. I looked up at the still conscious Static, seeing finally those eyes that had laughed with me at dinner. I felt anger, my eyes focused sharply, and there was a scream of agony. My mind was free, and Hot Streak advanced once more. I threw at him a torrent of water. He fell through the window that was already broken. The shards lay on my bed. Must have been where the vulture woman came through.

She caught Hot Streak and the others retreated. I attacked them as best I could. Static was free, but not better. He bled profusely from his wound, so near his heart. I collapsed onto the floor as he staggered to Gear. I lay on the bed, crying, curled up, ashamed. I heard him come close to me, I scrambled up. Still trying to cover myself, I sat in the corner. He came close to me, I couldn't go any further.

"Kailie. Its me. Please, don't do this. I wouldn't hurt you, I never would hurt you." He said, taking his mask off. Tears fell down his cheeks. "I can't undo what he did to you Kailie, no matter how badly I want to."

I sobbed. He took off his long coat, and placed it around my shoulders. He helped me to stand, and to fix it so that I was covered once more. I fell into his arms sobbing. He winced, but tried to comfort me. I noticed he was bleeding, and that Richie hadn't gotten back up. Both of us realized at the same time that Richie was in trouble.

Virgil staggered to Gear, and I followed, his Static duster billowing around my knees. I kneeled next to the pasty Gear. He had been shot twice. One was a glancing blow to his head, nothing serious except the bleeding. Then on his side, blood pooled. I concentrated as well as I could, and saw my hands glow. I placed them on his side, hoping against hope that I wasn't too late.

I got up and had to leave the room to throw up. I was so sick to my stomach from everything that I didn't know if I would be able to stay awake for much longer. I staggered back, seeing the slight rise and fall from Gear's chest. I breathed a sigh of relief, until I saw Virgil, leaning against the wall, pale. He winced as he held his shoulder. I came up to him, touching his shoulder.

"Kailie, don't. You can't heal me. Your not strong enough." He gasped.

"It punctured your lung. If I don't heal that, you're not going to last much longer. I can't let that happen Virgil. I can't." I said.

I knelt there, finding the wound, and doing what I could, before a sea of blackness engulfed me. I collapsed to the floor as my eyes rolled back in my head. Soon I was floating just beneath the surface, flowing with the current. Soon a light pierced the darkness and I opened my eyes. I was indeed underwater. It confused me. I didn't know how long I had been there, so I scrambled for the surface, so that I would not drown.

I broke the surface, the water cascading like diamonds from my hair and face. I looked around, seeing the green grass and trees. We were in a clearing somewhere. I didn't know what was going on. I looked down and got out of the water, feeling like I was no longer weighted down by the world, cleaner than I had ever felt in a long time. Though nothing was able to clean the filth I felt from Hot Streak, I was not as pain wracked as before.