Cody's POV

So we ran. So we didn't care what was chasing us. Not caring what type of pain was throbbing at our bodies. Couldn't feel a thing. Couldn't think straight. Could only run. Just run.

One foot.

Two steps

Faster

Running

I could feel the space above my hip beginning to feel pain. By then, my foot had endured so much it was practically numb. I began to slow down, and I yelled for Tanya to do the same. I saw her slowing down, and then finally stopping. We stood there, just staring at each other. Not saying a word. The previous moments had been to much for us. But what had she saw? Why was Lola dead instead of me? I had to find out.

"Tanya…what happened?"

No reply.

"Tanya…I need to know."

Silence

"Please Tanya! Lola is dead, and I need to know why."

"She…"

"Tanya?"

"She jumped in front of it! She moved in front of you, and took the bullet. The whole time he was caulking the gun, she was walking slowly. Slowly towards you. Then you closed your eyes, and in a sort of split second, it was all blurry and together, he pulled the trigger. And she stepped out in front of it. She died for you."

I held in my breath. I was supposed to be the one that died. Not her. I felt a horrible guilt washing over me. I wasn't supposed to be alive. Death had took a wrong turn. I was supposed to be dead. I was supposed to be dead. I was supposed to be DEAD. I shook my head, letting chills of fear and anguish wash over me raw body.

"Cody? What's wrong?" Tanya said, between broken sobs.

"I'm supposed to be dead! She shouldn't have died! It was supposed to be me!"

"Cody…no one was supposed to die."

"I was! I deserve death! I've made to many people suffer. My mom misses me. I know it. And I can feel Zack's pain. Even though he didn't seem to care, he did. I know he had to. He's my brother. I made him hurt. And I was supposed to die. I hurt you too Tanya. If I had died, you wouldn't have to be sad about Lola"

"Cody…you know that's not true. Nothing is your fault. And I would have been hurt even more if you had died. And Cody, you saved me. If you hadn't gotten up, God you know what Andrew wanted. I hate it Cody! I hate him! And you got me out. What the hell are you so upset about? Because of you, I'm free to find something different. You didn't do a single thing wrong Cody. It all came out all right."

I started crying. She couldn't be right. It was my fault. I had hurt them. I had hurt my family. I shouldn't have run away. And now I was supposed to be dead, and instead, the woman that had saved my life more then once was. The one that had taken care of me, put me before herself without barely knowing me. She was gone. There was no way to replay. She shouldn't be dead. She should be alive. And I should be dead.

I felt a horrible voice screeching in my head. I felt like something was possessing me, screaming at me silently. I couldn't bare it very long. So I screamed. I screamed out a loud scream, piercing into the night air. I held it out, my throat scratching. My head began to spin because I was running out of breath. I felt dizzy. Faint. I sunk to my knees, the power from my throat making the rest of me weak. Finally I stopped, and felt all the pain in my body rushing back. Tears streamed down my face, and my breathing was shallow and wheezy. Then I collapsed to the ground, softly letting a few words escape my lips.

"I love you Tanya. I'm sorry"

Then I let the dark night sky smother me in a deep blanket of…nothing.

Zack's POV

Fire was in every direction. The fire had a face, and was laughing evilly. But it wasn't around me; they were closing in on Cody who stood alone in an alleyway, curled in a ball whimpering. I called out to Cody, "Cody! I'll get you out! Just stand up! Don't be afraid!" I could feel fear pushing at my heart for my brother. I couldn't stand there and let him die. Then, a short figure in a baseball cap pulled over its head appeared and began blowing at the fire. The fire disappeared more with each breath but the figure seemed to get weaker, like it was killing itself saving Cody. With a final breath, the figure fell and the last of the fire devoured it. I looked at Cody who was standing with a strange girl I had never seen before in his arms. They both seemed happy, until they saw the baseball cap person. The baseball cap tumbled off. I could see a glimpse of it's face, enough to see that it was a woman, but I wanted to know who it was. I ran over to it and started to turn it over. I approached her, and turned over the body. And now I could see her face. It was the face of a woman, with short blonde hair. She whispered to me, a dying request.

"Take care of Tanya. Take care of Cody." A scream erupted in the air with piercing sound. It sounded like Cody's voice.

I jerked my head up from that dream. I had finally seen the face of that woman. I felt myself shaking from shock. Who was Tanya? Was it someone Cody knew? I jumped from where I lay my head against the brick wall, and stared around the dimly lit alley way.

That's when I saw something that caught my eye. It was Cody's backpack, completely overturned. I grabbed it and held it close to me, savoring its familiar smell. So I had been right! He had gone this way! I began to walk away, when something a reddish shade of brown caught my eye. On the dirty sidewalk was a huge stain, from something's blood. SOMEONE'S blood. My heart beat faster, as I began to put the pieces. What if it was Cody's blood? I tried to face the fact that he may be dead once again, but something kept me from believing it.

Then I heard it. A loud scream shooting through the air from a voice that sounded similar to mine, but not quite the same. The voice of my twin. Cody's voice. I knew it was his. And I can truthfully say, I've never been so happy to hear him scream. I headed in the direction of the scream, trying not to think about why he may be screaming. Trying not to think, he may be in pain. But I knew he was. I could feel it. My own body seemed to ache. I could almost feel what he was feeling. I knew it was him. I felt him. I could feel him to be close. Closer then anything.

Then I ran towards where I had heard the scream. Ran as fast as I could. It had seemed far off when I heard it, but I had heard it in my head too. And in my head, that voice was still screaming in pain. I wanted to stop it. Stop my brother from suffering. By now, it was personal.