Hey hey hey, I'm back everyone. Chapter 16 is up and running. Now I've got a job so posting it might not be until next week's Saturday so bear with me here.

"Luna" Normal speaking

POV changes or yelling

Used for quotes

Thoughts

Secondary thought speaker (Sasha or any other telepath)

**Luna's narration**

What do we do? Argh! I'll have to think this rationally. Trish is an EMT, but she's one person and Cole said she just completed basic medical school. But those doctors, years of experience under their belts. EMT's can't perform complex procedures like surgery or transplants. Trish, please forgive me. I make the choice and rush up to the building with the doctors hanging from it. My mind counts down the seconds as they pass, trying to reach the building's rooftop. Behind me, Silver and Cole race up the building towards the medics. Selene and Kessler said there was a triple-bomb-timer mechanism or something on the previous bombs, and I doubt this one is any different.

"Please get us down!" One of the doctors cries out as we reach the top. All three of us drain the electricity from the bombs and defuse them. Seconds count in my head, and there might be some chance that I can make it once these are defused.

"I wish there was some other way that Trish didn't have to die. She's such a special woman," Selene tells me when we finish draining the bombs. Kessler and Caia tell Cole and Silver the same thing. "But in times of war, crisis, one must learn to ignore their feelings and do what benefits the whole, not the individual…"

"… no matter how painful." An explosion sounds out from the other tower and sends Trish plummeting to the earth, and her death.

"Cooooollleee…." Trish shouts as she falls to the ground, flailing her arms wildly.

"TRISH!" He shouts with all his might, as if trying to make himself heard over a distance.

** Time slowed down as Trish fell. Morgan tried to rush over to her, but didn't make it. And even with all powers, we couldn't do a damn thing. But for a second she sprang to life, just long enough to say she was proud of Cole for what he'd become, and for us. Proud we were helping people with these powers. She tells Cole how much she loved him, and how she thought of us like her daughters. She manages to tell Morgan to look after us, and hears the promise. She looks to me, Silver, and Cole. Her last words were; "I love you." **

All of us cry, wish we could cry. But people are around, and we need to stay strong for them. Morgan helps us up and leads us to the park. Cole said it was her favorite place and the place where they shared their first kiss too. We had hoped to bury Trish in private, but others saw it happen.

"Cole…" One civilian starts to walk forward.

"I WANT TO BURY HER MYSELF!" He shouts back with grief in his eyes. The other man flinches away slightly, but he sticks two spades into the ground and walks a few steps back. McGrath lets out a sigh of frustration and anger, but he takes the spade and hands one to me and we begin digging.

"I'm sorry." I look up to the guy who left us the shovels as he speaks, but he walks away before any of us can say anything. Not that I can think of anything to say. We work together to dig a hole, Silver and I switching who digs with their hands and who gets the shovel. Our hands are dirty from the soil, but we keep digging. Cole doesn't want any dog to unearth her body or for a rainstorm to wash the soil away. I don't complain and neither does my sister; Trish really was a mother to us in a way. She would tell us to get to bed at a decent time, help us when we're all scraped up, even bringing blankets for us when we fell asleep on the hospital roof. I remember everything about her during the 19 days we've talked. Civilians have gathered, but Morgan helps keep them away from us, and they all respect our loss. We're going to have to thank her for that.

We work late into the night too, lightning and fire crackling on our hands as we watch where we work. When dinner came along, we could put Trish's body in the hole but we dug more, not really wanting to say goodbye yet. But eventually Morgan orders us to stop.

"Cole. Stop," she says calmly yet commandingly.

"I can't. A dog could dig up her body or the rain could wash the dirt away or people could step on her grave and something could happen to her body."

"Listen McGrath; you need to rest. No one can blame you for what you're doing, but it's time. It's late and you three need to get some shut eye," she says and puts a hand on his shoulder. "I know it's hard. I've been the one to dig a grave for someone I cared about. One of my students: Kit. You don't want to say goodbye, but you must. You're not going to forget her, but she'll want you to move on. Let me help." The silver-haired woman takes hold of his spade and dumps some dirt onto Trish's legs. I hear Cole's shaky breathing, and there are a few tears on his dirt-covered face, but Morgan doesn't let go of the shovel and continues to help him. Another dirt clump falls down, and another and another. Soon she's helping me do the same, and Silver, and she also helps fill in the grave.

We try to keep the dirt from falling onto her face, but soon the dirt falls that way. Our tears mix in with the soil as we continue to bury her, our bodies working on their own. Dig, lift dump, repeat. Dig, lift, dump, repeat. The worst part is that it ended too soon, with me patting the dirt down firmly.

"It's still not enough," I say and look around to find two wooden boards and a few nails. One of them gets an end sharpened to a point before getting the other board nailed into the opposite end. The cross gets stuck into the ground and Cole removes a picture of Trish from his wallet before sticking it in with another nail. Cole sits there for a few moments, possibly remembering when the picture was taken. Silver and I stay with him, crying our hearts out with the loss of another motherly figure. Sleep overtakes us with the deed being finished and I think Morgan brings us a blanket or two. But I don't know.

I'd like to give a shout-out to SilverEyeShinobi's "Blue Amps, Crimson Volts" especially for the scene where Trish died. SilverEye if you're reading this, tell me how this is. Not that it can compare to yours I mean. Ugh, late here gotta wrap it up

General Herbison: Good. LOL. Hope you'll stay alive for this chapter.

Okay, now I'm looking for the transcript, the dialogue for the InFamous DC comics; I'd appreciate any quotes you can give me from the comics otherwise I'll end up skipping that month.

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