A/N I AM SORRY SORRY SORRY THAT THIS HASN'T BEEN UPDATED FOR SO LONG! Okay, here's my excuse: my computer crashed a while back. When I finally got it fixed, I found that the file all of my fanfics were stored in, as well as most of my pictures, had been deleted and were not able to be recovered. SO, those next two chapters? Gonzo. And in my fit of self-pity and technological rage, I haven't touched a fanfic in FOREVER! But, now I'm finally starting to get back into it. This chapter was tapped out fairly quickly, just to hopefully quell you until I can get some actual writing done on it. And forgive me--it's been a while since I've seen the movie, so refresh me if necessary.

Cassie's POV

"Cassie! Are you listening to me?" Nick shouts, waving his hands in front of my eyes in some sort of intricate Tribal fashion.

"No. No, Nick. I am not listening to you. And I will continue not listening to you until you shut up about my bad habits." Yes. We leave to go gather a band of super-heroes, and instead I get a lecture on morals of a young lady. From a man. In his mid-twenties.

"My God! You're such a little brat." Honestly, something snaps inside me then. I pull back my fist and sock him in the stomach as hard as I can. I think he may have died a little inside. Good.

"Now shut the fuck up and take me to Emily." He grunts in pain, but leads me down the street. We walk in silence, me fuming, him in pain, until we reach a nondescript door in a nondescript building on a nondescript street. Lovely.

"Well. Knock!" I demand. He rolls his eyes and me and taps tentatively on the door. It opens a hairline crack and I can just make out a brown eye peeking towards us.

"Why, hello!" The door swings all the way open to reveal Emily. She looks exactly the same. Literally, exactly the same. Same well kept chocolate hair and hippy-dippy meets modern day clothing choice. And the same kind, yet condescending smile.

"Hey, Em." Nick leans in to peck her on her cheek. I grin my teeth together. What the fuck is happening to me?

"Come in, come in." We do, entering a heavily incensed room. Nick and I sit on a beaten couch while Emily takes an armchair. "What can I attribute this visit to?" Emily asks pleasantly, watching both of us carefully. I glance over at Nick.

"I think it's best if Cassie explains." Thanks for that, Nick. Thanks a lot.

"Okay. Oh, hi, by the way. Nice to see you." Emily nods. "I've been trying to find a lot of people lately."

"Your mother?" Emily asks.

"Yeah. Her…and some other people. I've been getting a lot of visions about some shitty stuff happening. Mostly concerning the Division. And Kira. I don't know if Nick explained the situation--"

"I did."

"I wasn't finished." I glare over at Nick. He shrugs and shrinks back into the sofa. "I don't know if he told you about her running away and crap. And I know he didn't tell you that I left because she threatened everyone. That's beside the point right now. We have to worry about the American Division, mostly because I believe that Kira has gone to them to aid them in capturing us. I'm sure she's a little sour about everything that's happened, and the Division members can't be too happy about it themselves."

"Where are you going with this, Cassie?" Emily asks bluntly.

"I'm getting to that." I growl. "I think it's time we take down the Division. All of them. For good."

"Cassie--" Nick starts to protest.

"Shut it, Nick. Just cuz your little booty-call is involved doesn't mean that it's any safer than it's ever been. It's a dog-eat-dog world. If we don't kill them, they kill us. And I have a little too much to experience to lie down and die right now."

Nick looks as if he wants to argue more, but Emily interrupts. "She has a valid point, Nick. It may be the time that we rally everyone behind us and take this thing down. It won't be easy…but I have some people who'll be able to help us out."

"I…may have left something out." I mutter, rummaging through my bag. I yank out my sketch book and flip to the first picture I drew earlier this morning with Nick. Emily's eyes widen.

"Is…is that an ogre?" I flip the book around to look at it.

"No--no, what are you talking about? It's a pool of blood!" She doesn't look convinced, but I continue anyway. "I Saw us…me, you, Pinky, Nick, everyone…dead. Around it."

"So, we just avoid pools!" Nick says. I glare daggers at him. It's not the time to make jokes.

"This might be a chance we have to take." Emily leans forward derisively. "Unless you can't take the heat, Nick." He sneers at her.

"We just have one problem…" I say.

"What's that?"

"I…don't know where Kira is. At all."

"Do you have anything that belongs to her?"

"Nick?" I turn my attention to him. He mumbles something into his lap. "What's that? Speak up!"

"I have a pair of her underwear." I die. I literally, physically, die. Of all the things that he can keep…And at this moment, I realize how completely hopeless Nick is.

"Cassie…you go get it. Nick and I need to talk, and I'll call those friends I was talking about."

"I don't want to go find Kira nasty-ass underwear!"

"Cassie." Nick says sharply. "Do it."

"I'm not your fucking slave!" I shout, but leave anyway. It's better than being with that idiot. I run back to Nick's apartment as fast a possible, dig through his drawers (not something you should do in a lonely guy's house), find the, yes, nasty-ass underwear, and book it back to Emily's. Apparently, whoever she called got there fast; there's a fancy limo sitting outside the building. I try to See who's in there…but find myself blocked.

Oh God. What if something bad happened? What if that car belongs to a Division?

I sprint to the door, kick it open, and rush it, my pocketknife flipped open and pointing towards the inside.

"Nice of you to join us." Emily says. She looks fine. As does Nick. My eyes flick over them and land on the man and woman hanging near Emily. They both have jet black hair, the girl with heavy bangs, and sucker in her mouth.

A/N I know, it wasn't that great. I literally wrote this in a half hour. But the next one, hopefully, will be better and be up in the next few days. Spring Break soon, so lots o' time. See you next time!