Authors Note: Thank you faithful reviewers and mentors, your support and good sense have triumphed in me once again. Thank you all for your comments and reviews! Also, for all who get confused by the names in the corner by a chapter or section, that means the person who is narrating is the one who's in the corner. (Please excuse any misspellings, have a really bad version of spell check.)

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Chapter One: Comedy and Tragedy, together again. (Ava)

I was running. The target lay just ahead, the propellers whirring, the engine pushing the craft up. My family was already on board, as was an unknown.

I jumped for the ladder, bullets screaming past me. Climbing however, was an absolute chore.

The rungs rubbed my palms raw by the time I was halfway up, by the time I reached the top, they bled. The sight of my family and friends made me relax, and I breathed again.

But not before some more bullets whizzed by.

I jumped into my seat as the helicopter jerked towards an unknown location, as far away from the anti-aircraft guns as possible.

I looked around the huge bird-of-prey aircraft and noticed that my family was on the other side of a small half-divider. The person next to me, the one I haven't even seen, is very important to me, I squeeze their hand as we continue over the dry desert.

I look over at the seat next to me. Sitting there, as serene as I was jumpy, as dark as I was light, as cynical and beautiful as I was untrusting and somewhat pretty, was Sava.

She looks over to me, with green eyes as exactly like mine in every way except color, her straight black hair, as black as mine was blonde, the light bone structure, high cheekbones, and proud fore-head just like my own. My twin in all the unimportant ways, almost my complete opposite in most of the important ones.

I wonder for a minute as we go along, how she got here. She smiles, obviously knowing what I am thinking, and says "For me to know and you to find out, missy" as if that explained everything. We fly along with the hum of the engines becoming a soothing mantra.

Suddenly, I hear a scream of an incoming hail of bullets again and hold on tighter to the unknowns hand.

The punctured helicopters' engine whines to a stop, and my heart turns to ice as we begin to plummet down to our deaths.

I had had an argument with my father and siblings earlier, as we whent down I wanted them all to know how I felt, and as we continued to fall to our deaths I yell at the top of my lungs " I LOVE YOU!" just as we hit the ground, I feel at peace, I feel like I am floating, as I go closer and closer to an all encompassing light that seems to come from everywhere at once. I feel so peaceful as I seem to be resurfacing…

I wake up in a cold sweat, I am sitting straight up in bed, taking in short quick breaths, wondering only one thing.

: "What the hell was that! Sava, Sava!" I yelled

: "What, oh yeah the dream.

So, what's it like to die in a dream. Some say that if you dream you die" she adds in an unnecessarily spooky voice ", you do die in real life, whooooo…whooo.

: "Sava! Don't patronize me!" I said "You know as well as I do that anything can happen. I mean come on! I'm talking to an independent voice in my own head! I get a little freaked when I die in my own dream! Especially when I start having trouble separating my dreams from reality. You know how real my dreams are, your often playing about in them!" I added In a more weiIt just really weird you know.

:Yeah, and talking to the voices in your head isn't?

:Well, that's different! Besides, I've never actually died in any of my dreams before, it's kinda creepy.

Consider what your calling creepy, you're a little goth/punk/thing, you like black way too much, and you wear bad looking clothes just for shock factor, not to mention that you still sleep with your teddy bear, and…

: Ok, ok I get it! I am a total freak! Who just had a freaky dream that's freaking her out. Now comfort me! Or else!

:Or else what? You'll hit me and make me cry? You know by now that your not half as good as I am at fighting, I'd mentally pin you in seconds!

: Hey, who beat you into submission when she was only five! You evil, evil little child-thing! I did, and you've been good ever since. Of your own choosing might I add.

:"Fine" Sava said laughing "You win, again. Anyway, you need to get up and forget this for a little while and go to that new school of ours! I can't wait to meet you new friends!"

:"Sava, you know you can't, it would totally freak them out! You told me that yourself.

:Fine, but I still get to choose what your wearing on alternate days, and some missions!

:Ok, ok… OH SHIT! I'm late to school! Dads gonna kill us!

I run all the way to the kitchen, make my uninteresting, small breakfast, and run out the door like I have a wildcat on my tail.

My grandpa, lectures me about punctuality all the way to school, and I thank the Lord that I survived the terrible onslaught of looks that I gathered along the halls. I felt both ashamed (probably Sava's doing) and smug. People are so predictable.

Later in new class

The obviously new and enthusiastic teacher, a Ms.Alexander, seemed to deflate a bit in my presence. As much as I could expect from a communist baby-sitter when her charge actively rebels, but she can't do anything about it. I love doing this.

Unfortunately, the silly woman couldn't take a hint, and asked me if I could tell the class about myself. I give her the old, 'make me do this and find your teachers edition French book, torn apart in the bed you sleep in' look. Desired result acquired. Muah ha ha! My reign of evilness has begun! Die conformist bastards, die!

I feel the silence in the classroom as all eyes are on me. I say "Let me tell you this teach, the love in this room is combining with my aura, cause they just seem so open and natural all silent as statues like this."

The class bursts into good old fashioned laughter, I instantly make the acquaintances of many students, a couple that I know, many many more that I don't know.

Yeah, I know I am the masta!

Many absolutely boring classes later

The quiet of home.

At least till my spawn-of-satan siblings get here. My grandparents are both working and the only sounds I hear are the wind chimes outside, I begin to think again.

Of course, it seems ever since I knew how to feel, I have felt too much, my thoughts return to my foolishness, my utter lack of morals, and the slut I used to be.

My heart burns with shame. I know that most of what I did wasn't really my fault, but I still hold on to sanity only by a thread. The awful pain where my heart should be, only increases every time I think on any level above three year old.

I hurts so bad. I wish I could take back my own humanity, my stupidity, my every dumb move since the age of 12.

And I know I hurt because of myself, that's what kills me the most.

I hear a song, the one called Helena playing, and I just start to cry.

I don't know why, I just do. And as long as that heart string pulls, I get to continue my mourning for what I could have been. What I should have done. And a do-it-your-self lobotomy that I will never go through.

Yeah, mood swings are my specialty.

I won't think about that for now. I wouldn't might not make it through the night if I made myself continue.

But now that I have stopped my brooding a bit, I stop and notice someone walking outside.

The person seems familiar to me, so I go out to look.

This cannot be real, it mustn't be real. I whisper "I can't believe it, its…"

(a/n Ha ha! Cliff Hangar, hanging from a cliff! And that's why he's called Cliff Hangar!

I'll be posting in another 2 weeks, happy hanging! Muah ha ha ha!