Disclaimer: I don't own KND. Duh.

AN: I WILL DEFY! There are a buhmillion KND fics out there that are never finished and suck quite nicely from what I've been reading in the forums. Well, I WILL finish this one. And I will not start or continue any fanfics henceforth until the day I finish THIS ONE!

I stood in the alleyway beside The Torrent, the new Father sponsored teen club, and took a long drag of my newly lit cigarette. Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking: Chad! You're a bad boy! You shouldn't be smoking. You have football practice, and a life to look forward to, I can't let you do this to yourself! Or at least, that's what you'd think if your name happened to be Mega-Mom.

Then again, if you're name is Chad, you don't really care. Especially since it's midnight on a Saturday. Who cares about the future? I'll die anyway. Oh, there I go again, being all morbid and stuff. Mother'd kill me. Then again, I am quite the apathetic. I shifted my blue eyes to the left and right under the cover of my bangs. Ugh! I hate that habit. Stupid Kids Next Door! Then again…. Nah, it's not even worth it. I'd quit the Teen Ninjas three months ago and people have stopped speaking to me. I almost wish I could turn myself in to ole Fanny and forget everything I've ever done in my past. Cuz it's a calming sense being blinded by the world, ya know. I believe the phrase is "Ignorance is bliss." But no that would mean I'd forget Cree and Maurice.

You see, Cree and Maurice were my best friends ever. They were like older siblings to me. When I was sent from advanced Moonbase training to Sector V, they welcomed me with welcome arms full of candy. We'd went through so much together, and then there was that simple promise.

Flashback

"So, Cree, what's going to happen when we're out of the KND, cuz ya know it's gonna happen?" I asked.

She then blurted that unforgettable fate, "Well, we forget. They make us forget. Everything."

"But what about friendships and the harmony of a social life?" Maurice had always been the smart talker.

"That's why people run away and elude the KND. Unfortunately, most of those teens end up working for Father." She said with a hiss.

And all this time I sat there in awe thinking of a single word: Forget.

"You guys promise you'll never forget me?" I inquired. I was still young and naïve then, not willing to face consequences.

Cree and Maurice stared at me with unwilling eyes, but then Maurice said, "Never forget you in my lifetime." And Cree followed with, "I'll always remember."

And boy, did we never forget.

The day Cree first ran away, I never even attempted to stop her. I left all that up to Numbuh 100 and Fanny. Ha! Fanny, such a silly name for a silly girl. Then again, it suits her personality. But I'm getting way off track. I knew Cree never wanted to forget, but I didn't know that the repercussions would seriously crap things up.

And then there was Maurice. I just stood there at his decommissioning. No tears, no regrets; he simply decided to go along. And though I was sad he left, I had nothing to do with it. I was already forming my own plans.

And then I ran away. I turned evil and ran away to the Teen Ninjas. And that's when I met Cree.

I remember my talk with Cree earlier in the night. It was strange on indeed. And one of the few since I ran off. It was going great at first, just chilling and dancing like normal teenagers do. And then it got serious.

Flashback

Cree was stirring the contents of her Virgin Daiquiri absentmindedly and she looked totally zoned out.

"Hey, Cree, 'sup? You totally blanked there."

Then she simply lifted her head up and asked me, "Have you ever regretted anything you've done in the past?"

For a while I couldn't answer that. I had to stop and think for a couple minutes. I just stared straight out in the air and said the word "Everything."

"Everything?"

"Everything."

"Why is regret so hard?"

"It's that simple feeling of guilt, not regret, that drives us to madness, Cree. You're sorry for hurting Abigail aren't you?"

"And you're simply sorry for never forgetting."

"No, I'm sorry only Maurice was lucky enough to forget.'

"I miss him. I know I spend a lot of time with him, but he's not the same passionate Maurice we knew as a kid. Now, he's just another teen down the block from my house. Just like every other teen."

"But we're not. We're more than every other teen, simply because we remember."

"And now I wish I didn't."

Cree left me after that, said her curfew was due since she's on parole at home. I guess all I have to do now (and for the rest of my life) is keep cool. But still, life sucks. I think I'm gonna blow this dirtbag and sneak over to the Treehouse, work up some fun. It'll be like old times. And isn't that what I always wanted?

2 more character chapters to go! Whoohoo! I think I'm going to switch the order to Numbuh 3's and then the mystery speakers… so watch out. I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever. I got grounded and well… yeah. Have a nice Day!