(After this chapter is the chapter before the chapter that's the reason that I wrote this whole story wow this is a long run-on sentence!

Alright, I'm good now.

Does anyone else hate Savato?

Also, I wrote an essay summarizing "Days of Damnation" on my deviantART account... I want you all to read it, because there's a special cutscene there. I want to know what you all thought of the cutscene, please!

TCGeek, I already know what YOU thought of it. :P

Let's begin.

Tyler, Sidney(briefly mentioned in passing), Dr. Owen(TROLL!) © Nintendo

Rylee © Me)

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Days of the Phoenix

Chapter Eight- Silence

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"Rylee... Rylee, wake up."

Rylee tiredly swatted at the hand resting on her shoulder.

"Rylee, wake up or I'll pour ice into your bed."

Her hazel eyes snapped open.

"You will not, Tyler."

Tyler smiled briefly as Rylee sat up, yawning tiredly.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten that you were coming to the meeting with me today..."

Rylee groaned, making a face.

"Fine then, I won't tell you."

Tyler laughed, leaving Rylee's room, closing the door behind him.

She collapsed back onto the mattress...

"Get up and get dressed, Rylee. You can sleep in the car."

Damn.

Rylee got up.

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"Tyler, what exactly do you do in these meetings?"

Tyler and Rylee quietly sipped their coffee as they sat in Tyler's car, waiting for someone else to show up before going inside. Tyler bit his lip softly, thinking.

"Well, normally we say who we've converted to our cause," he began. "Then we try to plan ways to make things right... it usually degrades to crude language and pointless insults."

"So, I'm coming to this meeting... to watch you all act like a bunch of morons?"

Tyler chuckled as he finished his coffee.

"A little bit... but we've actually come to a decision as to what to do."

Rylee's head shot up.

"Really?"

"Yeah... but it's not exactly... peaceful. We want your opinion on the issue. If you don't like it... we'll try to pick something else, instead."

"Well, how bad is it...?"

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Rylee just stared in shock.

"Thisis the best you could come up with...?"

"Sad as this may sound, Miss Rylee... this is all we could agree on, as a group. Dr. Owen suggested it, initially..."

Rylee's hazel eyes glanced down once again at the detailed papers in her hands.

"A group of people who want to save lives... choose to correct the situation they're living in... by killing hundreds of thousands of people using explosives."

"We'd only bomb major cities- cities where the ideology is strongest," the military officer assured. "And before we did that, we'd warn the people on our side before the bombs fell. Over eighty percent of the population wouldn't even be affected by this."

"...what are the targets?"

Rylee was handed a list. Her hazel eyes glanced at the names of the cities on the paper.

"...so many places... Chicago?! And Detroit... New York, Atlanta... ...we're on this list."

"What good would this be for, if Adam were to keep living?"

The young Kasal woman sighed.

"...ask me at the end of the meeting. ...I need to think about this for a little while..."

"Of course, Miss Rylee..."

The meeting went on as Rylee nervously fingered her cross, deep in thought.

Dad... what should I do...?

The voice that had always guided her was silent.

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(End chapter eight.

Wow, big important decision time. What does she choose?!

Please review!)