Disclaimer: Nope still don't own Darkest Powers. Maybe someday when my schizophrenia kicks in I can say I do though! *Crosses Fingers*

Sorry for not updating for like a week. I had a bunch of final projects to do and I have finals still. Except I was starting to feel bad for not updating so I decided to "forget" about studying for chemistry and write another chapter. This chapter took like three days to finish. And no not because it was a super long chapter. It was because I wrote the first half for a bit and then had to stop due to sleep deprivation. I then wrote a paragraph one day because I was sick. BUT I was able to finish it today! So happy [ Insert Holiday Here]! Also a sort of warning I kinda felt like this chapter got a little more inner turmoil then planned. I mean I'm not saying Chloe is gonna go all emo on us but, I figured that alot of what happened to her could have left an imprint on her mind. So I decided to kind of delve into that at the moment.

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"I was extremely tired. Don't blame me for using teenage hormones against you." I somewhat smugly said at the end as I lightly traced his arm with my fingers. All to prove how effective it really was. What I didn't expect though for him to lightly growl at my actions. When I looked up at his face to see if he was angry, it just looked like he was fighting something. So I stopped and just said "Sorry. It won't happen . . . often." I mumbled the last part.

The short walk towards the room was filled with silence. After Derek felt he got his message through, everyone seemed to get sucked into their own thoughts. I could see Simon's hands twitching from behind. So I figured he was thinking about a new drawing or basketball? I looked over to Derek to see if he showed any indications of what he might be thinking. Yet, as usual all I noticed where that his eyes seemed slightly glazed over in thought. Nothing to point out what they were. Me though, all I was doing was trying not to think. I knew that being alone with my thoughts was not a safe thing at the moment. So I called over to Simon who was already opening the door to the room. "Hey Simon, do you wanna work on our comic?" We hadn't really worked on it since our time with Andrew and it seemed like the perfect thing to keep focused on.

Simon's hand seemed to freeze on the doorknob and he turned his eyes over towards me, as he processed the question. "Sure. Why not? I mean it's not like we have a lot to do here anyway." He answered in his usually cheery voice. I looked over to Derek to make sure it was alright. Well, I guess you could say I looked over to Derek to see if his wolf side was okay with it. I wasn't that kind of girl that always looked to their other half to see if it was alright. The thing now though was that I wasn't sure how it worked with werewolves. Derek and I were already treading water with whatever was going on with us. I didn't exactly want to ruin everything we had going just because I wasn't aware of werewolf etiquette. He seemed to get my silent question because he grunted in what I supposed was approval. So I quickly walked over to Simon. As we got into the room, it all seemed the same as before. Tori was still watching TV and my aunt was over by the sink but, I think she was just trying to clean the place up now. I wasn't sure where Mr. Bae was but, I figured he might be scouting around or something.

Simon and I went straight to the couch and started on our work. Simon pulled out his sketch pad and pencils as I grabbed the notebook that held our dialogue and cliff notes. We were like that for about an hour. Simon sketching and helping me recall our past events. It was oddly peaceful for me. Writing this into a script made me catch some wisps of the old Chloe. The naive one, who only ever had to worry about if her homework, was done, if that boy liked her, or what to wear for the dance. I won't deny that I missed that life but, I also knew that I would also miss this life if I things went back to the way they were before.

Simon had just finished drawing a rough sketch of us being taken by the Edison Group. I was just about to move onto the next part of our dialogue when Simon asked "What really did happen after that Chloe? I mean I was practically unconscious for most of it." Simon's voice got slightly depressed at the end. As he was reminded of another reason of how his life was going to have some disadvantages with his diabetes.

My mind went through a quick flashback of what happened, the bodies, the Edison Group, the violence and me making what could have been the stupidest mistake of my life. I could physically feel my face turn into what must have been a frown. I suddenly didn't want to work on the book anymore. I didn't want to face all the things that happened there. So I looked over to Simon and just said "Nothing you need to worry about." I tried to give him my most innocent smile. He didn't seem to believe it but I figured it was enough for now. I then proceeded to stand up from the floor we were both laying on and moved over towards Tori by the bed. I decided that some mind numbing reality TV would keep my mind from going into the dark abyss that I could feel it going. However in the corner of my eye I could see Derek leaning in a chair by the front door. It was easy to tell that he wasn't satisfied with my answer but, it was easier to just block him out and focus on the television.

About halfway through the first episode Mr. Bae walked into the room with three pizza boxes in his hands. "Hey kids, I figured that you guys earned some pizza with all that running around you all had to do." Mr. Bae easily explained it as if it was completely normal to be running for your lives. At the sound of pizza though, we all groaned. We must have had pizza every day at our last safe house. Most of us would have been happy to just get a bowl of broccoli for dinner. However it didn't really matter, we were hungry enough to eat it. So we all accepted the pizza and moved around the room to find someplace to eat. My aunt Lauren and Kit moved over towards the only table we had. Tori and Simon both sat on the bed so that they could eat in front of the TV. That just left the couch for Derek and me. I moved over towards the couch and bent my legs underneath me so it would give me a better view of the room. Derek went to the other end of the couch and slunk down into it. It seemed like everyone was talking adamantly to each other, even Derek. They all seemed excited about the new town we would be going to. We apparently would be staying there for a while. As in we would be starting school, learning to control our powers more and as Tori wouldn't let us forget, getting new clothes.

I would put in my two cents every other topic but, I couldn't find the heart to really get my hopes set into it. I was still reeling over Andrew's betrayal and the events inside that building. I wasn't sure if I could risk getting my hopes up for a semi-normal life and have it all whisked away from me again. So I just listened with what I hoped was an attentive face.

"There is a mall in this town right?" Tori asked with curiosity practically seeping through all her pores. Even though she must have asked this question about four times now, it seemed like she needed to make sure. I could practically hear the gears turning in her head.

My aunt Lauren seemed like she was the only one with patience for all of Tori's questioning. So she was the first to answer "Like we've said before, Brumford has everything we could need there." Aunt Lauren answered with an easy going smile but, I could see the uncertainty behind her eyes. I already knew she was second guessing the idea to be on the run with everyone. If it were only her, I had no doubt that she would run right back to her own life with open arms. It wasn't like that though, I was a factor to her and if I couldn't leave, then neither could she.

Tori wasn't happy with her answer though. "Is there a mall? Or are we going to have to keep shopping at Wal-Mart." She asked with the word Wal-Mart turning into a sneer.

"Well you uh won't be shopping at Wal-Mart." Aunt Lauren tactfully corrected Tori.

It seemed like Tori was about to burst out of her skin. She was about to ask again but, Derek interrupted her little outburst. "What are we going to do about our schooling?"

I quickly shifted my head over towards where Mr. Bae was. Derek was right; most of us had missed at least three weeks' worth of school. We would all be way behind in everything, well except for Derek of course. He could have graduated already if he wanted to. I had no doubt that he would be able to catch up easily. "The schools in Brumford start about a month later than most schools. So it shouldn't be that much of a problem for you kids. In fact you should be ahead of them." Mr. Bae chuckled at the thought.

Derek seemed to accept that answer because he turned face towards me as if to say "next topic" I wasn't sure if he meant that as a cue to have me ask something but, Simon asked about the town before I could even think of a question.

"Are you okay?" Derek's rumbling voice brought me out of my thoughts.

I looked back towards him with a wavering gaze as I asked "Yeah. Why?"

He shrugged his shoulders before answering "I'm not sure. You just seem off for some reason." His own explanation seemed to bug him. Even though he mainly relied on instinct most of the time, it seemed he didn't like not being able to actually name the cause.

I nudged his shoulder in an affectionate way as if to say "Everything's okay just focus on what's going on around us."

His face appeared to soften up a bit at that but, only enough for someone who was looking for it to find. The truth though was that things were slowly getting hazier. I should have known that staying up all night would not have such great effects the next day. I however didn't feel the need for Derek to worry about it. He usually has enough to worry about and I'm sure he didn't need sleep deprived Chloe on the top of his list.

I moved to lean against his shoulder. I was getting kind of lucid and his arm looked really cozy at the moment. It was really soothing to hear the vibrations in his chest as he talked to the others. Except every time I thought I would fall asleep a throbbing in my head made me become alert again. After about an hour of this repeating I moved up off Derek's side and sat up on the other side of the couch. Trying to block out the fuzzy feeling in my head. Derek looked at me through the corner of his eye as he also listened to Aunt Lauren explain the new house we would go to. I shook my head as if to convey my head was feeling funky. Of course though that made him tune out everything else and look straight at me.

"I-I don't t-think I got enough sleep last night." I whispered to him. I didn't want everyone to know of my slight headache. It seemed like everything had to always be turned into such a big problem.

I could see Derek's lips twitch downwards at this. So I quickly supplied an answer "I might just take a quick nap on the couch."

He still had that slight frown but, he seemed to agree. So he moved up from the couch and over to Simon and Mr. Bae.

Tori and Aunt Lauren had gone back to the mall debate, while Simon, Derek and Mr. Bae moved towards the table and filled each other in on what happened. I stayed on the edge of the couch, alone. I just closed my eyes and took some deep breaths. Everything about this day was creeping up on me and fast. I was starting to miss the running around for our lives. At least then there was no way I would have time to think about anything. Now though all I had was time to think. My mind was trying to process everything that happened except all at once. I was thinking about the death of Dr. Davidhoff, shoving those spirits into those bodies, how Tori and I were one of the few who were failures in the experiment, making that deal and apparently how I was a hot commodity in the spirit world because of it.

I felt like my mind couldn't keep up with my thought process. I vaguely recognized Tori's voice rising and Simon sounding close to tears. That was all though. It was getting harder to focus on what was going on in the real world. It was like I was getting sucked into my own mind. My body started feel more and more numb as each thought passed through my head. I felt my back go slack against the couch. Even in the state of consciousness I was in now though, I recognized that if anyone where to look over, they would think I was just tired and leaning back. As I tried to fight the haze, I knew it was a losing battle. It was like fighting the fog, you knock some of it away but it always came back. The room started to seem getting colder and darker to me. It felt like there was no connection between my body and mind; it was like slowly becoming untangled. I thought I felt a shudder sneak through my lips before I heard a soft lullaby leading me further into the pit of blackness.