Almost 1500 views! That's crazy guys! "Fighting For All That's Good" has gotten over 6700 views total. I think it's only fitting that the sequel get at least that many! If there's anything I want to accomplish with this story, it's that I want it to get more views that FFATG. Is that too much to ask for?

Here's chapter 14 and boy is it good! I sure hope y'all enjoy it as much as me!

Chapter 14: 201%

November 23, 2358
Province 1, County 1, Iberian Peninsula
Can Vallès Bar & Restaurant—Barcelona

11:30 P.M.

Marcus took a sip of his beer. It had been a long few months. It was sad that finally getting some time alone to drink his beer in peace was the highlight of his year. That is, if he skipped over the priceless look on Finn's face when he showed up a few weeks ago.

"Hey man," a voice said next to him. Marcus saw someone sit next to him in his peripheral vision and immediately knew it was Dillard. Dillard waved over the bartender and ordered a water.

Of course he orders water at a bar. Marcus glanced Dillard's way and snorted. Dillard looked like a fish out of water. Being a fourteen-year old posing as a twenty-one year old can do that to a guy.

"Always a pleasure seeing you Marcus," Dillard murmured sarcastically as he watched the bartender bring over his glass of water.

Two girls laughed on the other side of Marcus. He turned to see Storey and Mattie rolling their eyes before sitting next to him at the bar.

When the girls had gotten their drinks, Marcus cleared his throat and started their meeting.

"So how are things going with our…friends?" Marcus asked the group.

"I saw Maybeck a few weeks ago." Dillard blurted out. The poor kid didn't seem to be good at being subtle.

"And how did that go?" Mattie asked as she took a sip of her drink.

Dillard's gaze returned to his glass of water as his finger ran along the edge. "I…uh…shot him?"

Storey, Mattie and Marcus all turned and gaped at Dillard. The thought of Dillard even holding a gun shocked Marcus. But he had shot Maybeck. The kid's got more guts than I thought!

"What…what happened?" Mattie asked him. "Did you…uh…kill him?"

"Oh gosh no!" Dillard faced the group. The poor kid was blushing. "I went to the hospital later and checked in on him. I shot him in the side, so he lived."

Marcus rolled his eyes. What kind of guy shoots a man and then checks in on him in the hospital? In Dillard's defense, he did die when he was fourteen. He never got the chance to grow up and be a man.

"Why did you do it?" Mattie asked him, this time at a much quieter volume.

"I…I just wanted to talk to him…but he wouldn't put his gun down…and his partner was coming…" Dillard turned his gaze back to the cup of water. "I didn't really have a choice."

Nobody in the group talked for a few minutes. Marcus waved the bartender over and pointed to his drink. While the bartender was making Marcus is second drink for the night, Storey spoke up.

"And…now he's back with everybody else?" Storey asked Dillard.

"Yeah. He's going to recover." It could have been just Marcus, but Dillard looked embarrassed, as if the fact that Dillard shot Maybeck was enough to kick him out of their little group.

Marcus reached over and put his hand on Dillard's shoulder. "All's good then man. Now what about the others?" Marcus turned to the girls. "You two have been awfully silent the past few weeks."

The girls shared a look. Mattie sighed, turning her gaze to Marcus. "We haven't had anything to do. They're all back at home base."

"I haven't seen anybody since Finn and Amanda stumbled into the underground room a few weeks ago," Storey added.

"I've got something."

Marcus turned around and saw Hugo standing there. To say Marcus was shocked was a serious understatement. He hadn't seen or heard from Hugo since August. Honestly, he thought Maleficent had gotten to him and turned him against their little resistance movement.

But obviously, he was wrong.

"Hugo!" Mattie stood up and hugged him. Marcus raised an eyebrow and met Hugo's eye. Hugo shrugged as he let go of Mattie.

"So what'cha got?" Marcus asked him.

Hugo wedged himself in between Marcus and Mattie, ordered a drink, and took a dramatic sigh. "I got Lauren and Philby to break up."

"They were dating?" Storey blurted out.

I swear these kids are the loudest and most obvious people in the whole world!

"Apparently." The bartender brought Hugo his drink and he immediately took a sip of it. "But don't worry I got rid of that problem."

"Why couldn't he date Lauren?" Mattie asked Hugo. Marcus could tell that there was something going on between the two, for she was looking at him with a look that classic, cheesy romantic look said take me, I'm yours.

"Because, sweet cheeks, he's married to Willa," Hugo said back to her in a caring voice. The Hugo Marcus knew would have spat off some sarcastic answer. But obviously he cared about Mattie enough to not do that. Interesting…

"But they don't remember each other, right?" Dillard asked Hugo.

"According to the big man, Willa does."

All four stared at Hugo with wide eyes.

"Are you serious right now?" Storey asked him. "That's awesome!" She waved over the bartender and motioned to their drinks, signaling that the next round was on her.

"I'm completely serious!" Hugo sat down on the other side of Dillard. "It's a good sign. The plan's finally starting to move forward."

Marcus nodded. "Do you think Amanda remembers yet?"

He really hoped she did. He had something he wanted to tell her, but if she didn't remember him, it wasn't going to make any sense to her. He also had to get her alone to do so. If Finn was nearby, Marcus was going to get punched.

Mattie elbowed him. "Get over her already! It's better that she doesn't remember you! I just feel bad for Finn."

"Finn's stronger than he looks," Dillard added.

Marcus rolled his eyes, and he didn't care if anyone saw. Finn was his archenemy. He was the one thing standing between him talking to Amanda. He didn't like her anymore. He got over that silly obsession a long time ago. Obviously Finn was still ticked at Marcus—that was evident two weeks ago when Finn had punched him in the face. But because of Maleficent, Marcus and Finn were going to have to work together. Marcus was dreading it a lot.

"So what do we do now?" Mattie asked the group. She took a sip of her drink.

"The next phase of the plan states that we send a few to help out back in the home base." Hugo said as if he had memorized it, which he probably had.

"So who's going?" Marcus asked the group.

The five fell into an awkward silence. Honestly, Marcus didn't want to go. He wanted to talk to Amanda, but he knew Finn would be nearby. He felt like it would be safer for both of them if he stayed over here and kept doing his job on this side of things.

"I'll go," Dillard said with a little bit of enthusiasm. "I would love to see—"

"No, Dillard." Storey interrupted.

Dillard looked crushed. "B-b-but—"

"You died almost eleven years ago, remember? You can't be seen. You'll have to stay over here with Marcus."

Marcus let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Yeah man," he clapped Dillard on the shoulder again. "You can help me out on this side."

"So that leaves us three to go?" Hugo asked. He gave a quick wink to Mattie.

"I think it should only be two." Storey added. "Three might be a little overwhelming. Maybe Hugo can come later."

Hugo's face dropped from a smile to a frown in about half a second. "What?"

"It only makes sense that Mattie and I go! Mattie can help with Jess and Amanda, since she's known them the longest. I can help Finn with the rest. And besides, I know the plan better than anybody."

Mattie glanced at Hugo and gave him a sorry look. "She's right."

Marcus stood up and clasped his hands together. "Well it looks like the girls are heading to Florida. Let's head out guys. We've got some work to do!"

Marcus walked out of the bar, trying not to notice the Hugo-Mattie goodbye talk. The cold November air made him shiver. He pulled his coat closer and lowered his head as he walked down the streets of Barcelona.

He heard footsteps behind him, but didn't bother looking behind him.

"Hey!" Storey called out as she approached. Marcus slowed down so she could catch up. "Why'd you leave so fast?"

"It's late, Storey," Marcus scoffed. "I can't sleep?"

"Of course you can, but you just left awful fast. You didn't even say a goodbye to me or Mattie."

"Mattie's getting enough of a goodbye from Hugo, I presume."

"Marcus…" Storey eyed him, but he looked away. "They keep getting separated, be nice."

"They'll get over it."

Storey rolled her eyes and stopped in her tracks, throwing up her hands in frustration.

"What now?" Marcus yelled at her as he turned around to face her.

"You need to get over yourself Marcus!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Amanda never has and never will like you the way you like her! Now get over it! Finn is the perfect guy for her and you know it! Now stop letting your jealousy get in the way of our plan! Defeating…" Storey paused out of frustration, "…you know who…is more important than your stupid jealousy."

"All I need to do is have one conversation with Amanda! And it has nothing to do with me 'liking' her!" Marcus yelled back, throwing up air quotes for the word liking.

Marcus took a breath, tapping his foot on the street. He couldn't blow up on Storey right now. She was his one true friend.

"Have fun in Disney World," Marcus mumbled. "Don't get killed."

Marcus turned and walked away before she could protest or yell more.

November 24, 2358
Forbidden District, Lake Buena Vista, Florida, US
Main Street, U.S.A.

2 P.M.

Philby shivered inside of his winter coat. He had never figured somewhere this south of London would be so cold this time of year. It was the middle of the day, how could it be so cold already?

The past few weeks had been hard on Philby, to say the least. After the breakup with Lauren, everything had fallen apart—even more than before. He lost his job, he faked his death, lost his girlfriend.

Not only was he alone, but he was confused.

Something about Lauren seemed so familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. When he returned to the forbidden district, he had asked Wayne if Lauren was somebody from his past, but Wayne had known nothing. There was nothing of her anywhere.

If Philby had met her before, he hadn't told any of the people he supposedly used to know. He still couldn't figure that part out either.

He got tired of walking and sat down on one of the benches outside of one of the buildings lining the street. The sign for the building said "Emporium." Philby could barely see through the darkened windows, but it looked as if the place had been ransacked.

He glanced back down the street to the castle, and the weirdest thing happened. Instead of seeing the sun gleaming behind it, he saw night. He glanced back to the Emporium and saw it back in its former glory, no broken windows, everything in its proper place.

He stood up and immediately realized he was having one of the flashbacks that Charlene and Maybeck had been talking about.

"Took you long enough."

Philby looked to his left and saw Willa standing there with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a pair of dry-fit shorts and a blue hoodie that said "EPCOT 1982" written across it in white letters. Her brown hair was pulled back into a messy braid. Honestly, she looked like she hadn't slept in weeks.

Philby looked down at his own outfit and saw that he was wearing a pair of black shorts and a maroon shirt that read "FSU." In his left hand, he held a small black contraption.

"Uh…" Philby didn't really know what to say.

Willa rolled her eyes. "You were watching some Netflix after I fell asleep, weren't you?"

Philby shrugged. "I was having trouble sleeping," Philby said without thinking twice.

I'm acting out one of the flashbacks, Philby concluded. Let's see where this one goes.

"Well I hope it was worth it! Finn's going to cross over soon, I just know it!"

He wasn't sure exactly what she meant by "crossing over" but she walked up and hugged Philby for warmth. Philby wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

"How are you feeling?" Flashback Philby asked her.

"Good," she pulled away and put a hand on her stomach. She gave him a big smile. "Boy or girl, this kid's a quiet one so far."

He laughed, though he wasn't sure why. "You're not even three months in, Willa. I'm sure he or she will be kicking like crazy in a few months."

Willa rolled her eyes and got up on her tiptoes so that she could kiss him on the cheek. "I really hope this works. Not only for him, but for Amanda. She needs some good news."

Philby glanced past Willa and saw a holographic image of Finn lying on the ground. "Is that—?"

Willa turned around. "There he is!" She scurried over to Finn and crouched down. Philby hesitated before following, as if he wasn't sure about what was about to happen.

Willa kneeled next to him and grabbed his hand. "Finn! You've got to wake up!"

Philby leaned in next to her and put an arm around her shoulders. He noticed that Finn was having a hard time focusing in on either of them.

"We're going to cross you back over, Finn." Flashback Philby told Finn. "You've got to use the jolt from that to wake yourself up. Do you understand? We did the same thing to Maybeck back on the cruise in 9th grade. Remember?"

I don't even remember! How is he supposed to believe me?

Finn put his free hand on his head, as if he was having a horrible headache.

"Finn? Can you hear us?" Willa asked, gripping his hand tighter.

"I'm going to cross you over, Finn. Please wake up." Flashback Philby said as he brought up the black contraption and pressed the button with his thumb. Not only did Finn disappear, but Willa and Philby did too.

He awoke with a start in a bedroom, where he had obviously fallen asleep with her in his arms. She was beautiful, that he was sure of. He loved her.

But I thought I loved Lauren? His mind was swirling in a lake of confusion.

"Philby?"

Philby blinked and he was back in 2358, sitting on a bench in the abandoned theme park. He looked up and saw Charlene looking down at him.

"Are you okay? You were out of it for a minute there."

Philby shook his head, pushing the past few minutes away. He would deal with that later. He looked up at Charlene and plastered a smile on his face.

"You bet. How's the power plant going?"

A smirk grew on Charlene's face. "Awesome. Maybeck and I are having a lot of…uh…fun…cleaning the place up."

Philby rose an eyebrow. He knew there was something going on between them lately. Maybe they remember. Maybe everyone remembers but me.

"That's cool."

"Have you talked to Willa lately?" She asked him.

"I just saw her at Wayne's apartment."

"Oh cool," Charlene shifted her weight from foot to foot. She was nervous, but he didn't know why.

"She really does love you, you know." Charlene added after a few seconds of silence. "You should give it a shot. Maybe…maybe you'll remember stuff when you hang out with her."

Philby put his head in his hands. "I…I just...don't know Charlene."

He could feel her studying him, but he didn't dare look up.

"Well…I've got to meet Maybeck over at the power plant. I just came in to check on everybody. I'll see you at dinner?"

Philby looked up and nodded. "Sure."

Charlene put a hand on his knee. "Don't be too hard on yourself, Philby. You'll figure it out." She took a step away from him. "You always do."

The Seven Seas Lagoon sparkled in the moonlight. Jess wasn't sure exactly how she knew what it was called, but she was sure that was its name. It was a vast lake that had various buildings scattered along the shoreline. In the distance, there was a gray and blue castle looming over some smaller buildings. All of the buildings looked abandoned.

Jess immediately recognized the castle as Cinderella's Castle. It was the same castle she had seen while she was at Magic Kingdom almost two months ago.

The surface water of the lake started rippling. Jess felt the ground shaking as something emerged slowly from the depths of the lake.

The first thing to break the surface was a large black and purple tentacle. It was slowly joined by seven others. As they kept rising, Jess found out that the tentacles were looming high above the head.

When the head finally broke the surface, the voice was already cackling. The skin was pale purple and its black eyes bore down on Jess.

"I'd be very afraid if I were you Jezebel. Very afraid." The tentacles moved around wildly as her cackle echoed across the lake. "We're coming for all of you."

November 25, 2358
Province 10, County 23, Nebraska
Somewhere along the Transcontinental Railroad

9 A.M.

The cackle still echoed in her mind when she snapped out of the daydream. She looked away from the window and started messing with the hem of her shirt. Sitting on this train for ten hours was really starting to get to her.

Unfortunately, they had eight more hours to go.

"Nervous much?" Patrick joked. He reached over and draped his arm over her shoulders.

"Uh…yeah…" Jess continued to stare at the portion of her shirt that she was entangling her fingers in. She twirled the fabric around her pointer finger until she couldn't feel the tips of her fingers anymore.

"Everything's going to be okay," Patrick said as he kissed the top of her head.

Jess nodded. Honestly, she wasn't paying much attention to Patrick. She wanted to draw out what she had just seen, but she couldn't just start drawing in front of him. He would start asking questions, and then she feel compelled to tell him. Would he still love her when he found out she dreamed the future?

Jess could only hope he would, but she wasn't willing to risk it.

All of the sudden, the train started rumbling. The door to their little cabin area slammed shut. Patrick and Jess exchanged a look.

Something's going on and whatever it is, it isn't good.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience folks," the train's conductor began over the intercom when the rumbling stopped. "We've hit a little bit of a rough patch. It's similar to turbulence on an airplane. We'll be out—"

The train shook violently, throwing both Patrick and Jess out of their seats and onto the cabin floor. The train veered to one side, as if it had been picked up on that side, throwing Patrick on top of Jess and crushing both of them against the wall.

"We've…got…to get out!" Jess managed to yell at Patrick. The sound of china, luggage and people crashing to the floor was deafening.

Patrick nodded and slowly got to a crouching position. He tried his hardest to pry open the window in their cabin. The first two times he opened it, the train's shaking made it close shut.

The third time, he finally got it open and he grabbed for Jess' hand. Slowly he pulled her up toward the window and shoved her out of it. She landed hard on the ground near the train track.

She coughed up dust and searched the immediate surroundings. They were in the middle of nowhere—literally. The only thing for miles was the train tracks.

The train!

Jess pushed herself up, despite the pain, and watched in horror as the left set of wheels lifted off of the tracks as it went around a curve way too fast.

She somehow managed a sitting position and the world turned in slow motion. The train slowly tipped over the right rail and landed on the ground near the tracks. It skidded a few hundred feet before coming to a complete stop.

Patrick…

Jess managed to stand up. She stumbled over toward the train wreck, falling over several times. She was determined to find him. He had saved her life. She was not going to let him die.

She made it about one hundred feet when she saw someone lying facedown on the left side of the train—the opposite side of the tracks from her. Whomever it was, they had jumped off of the top of the rain before the train had wrecked. That's all Jess could figure from a first glance. She would need a lot more time to investigate to figure out exactly what happened.

She didn't have that kind of time right now. Someone was hurt and needed her.

Jess stumbled over the tracks to the person and knelt down. She summoned all of her strength and pushed the person over.

Jess gasped when she saw Patrick's face. She put a hand on his chest, to see if he was breathing—which luckily he was. She glanced over his body to see if he had any major injuries and stopped in shock when she saw his left leg.

On his lower left leg, Patrick had a cut in his jeans. Whatever it was that had caused it must have been a deep cut, for the blood had spread all over both pant legs.

Jess closed her eyes and took a breath so that she wouldn't vomit. She opened her eyes and leaned in closer to get a better look at the wound.

It wasn't a cut, it was a gunshot wound.

Jess felt her jaw drop to the ground. In the minute between her being pushed out of the window and him jumping off the train, he had been shot.

Jess glanced back at the train and swore that she saw someone in a black uniform with a green stripe down the right side sprinting away from the train. Maleficent, Jess muttered under breath.

Jess had an ultimate feeling of dread. The realization crashed down on her with a thousand tons of guilt. She had caused this. She was the reason the train derailed. She was the reason that Patrick had been shot. She was angry at herself for putting him in this situation. She was angry at him for getting her to safety and then getting shot.

But more importantly, she was angry with the big, ugly, green lady herself.

Maleficent must know about them and their resistance movement now. It was only a matter of time until Maleficent came after Jess herself. Jess swallowed all the guilt and helped the unconscious Patrick stand up.

If Maleficent was going to come after the love of her life, her friends, and lastly Jess herself, Jess was going to be ready. It would take 200% to get rid of her for good.

Jess was going to give 201%.

So it turns out that Dillard is the one that shot Maybeck! What kind of plan do you think Marcus and company are apart of? Are they really going to help Finn and the keepers? What does Marcus want to tell Amanda? Is Patrick going to be okay?

You'll see in upcoming chapters!

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