Mallory: I know everyone's probably forgotten about this lame story by now, but I actually have a real excuse...SCHOOL STARTED! I have so much stuff to read! Beowulf and St. Augustine and Aristotle. I've got Chem tests I'm barely passing...not to mention Humanities and Rhetoric(Which I have to write a pursuasive speech on legalizing Marijuana) My Chem teacher likes to yell at me as does my Geometry teacher. I had to memorize the entire periodic table in four days and I'm failing Latin. That just about covers it.
Soren: You forgot to mention the horrible flabbiness you've gained since you summer hybernation. Your P.E. teacher yells at you for slacking.
Mallory: Hey, No fair! I don't try on purpose! And what about those tackles I made in football Hmm?
Soren: Purely luck.
Mallory: All seventeen of them? I think it has more to do with my awesome skills and amazing talent at tackling people than luck.
Soren: Hah! You're right! You have the luck of a man who was deformed at birth had a mental disability, was paralized and hit by a bus...Plus...I get to do the disclaimer! She dis-
Mallory: Idisclaimeeverything! Hahahahahahaha!

Dread

Sharkboy stared at his bloody hands as he paced back and forth. He had tried to beat his way out of the thick metal walls to no avail. He hadn't even dented them.

His thoughts weren't on his hands though. He was waiting for the screams he knew were inevitable. Waiting to hear the anguished cries of the friends he could not reach.

As if summoned by his thoughts, he heard a sound so faint, that he doubted he even heard it until another followed.

So they had started on Max.

He felt guilty at being glad they weren't the screams of Lavagirl for only a second before another voice joined Max's. One that he dreaded hearing.

The screams echoed through the dank room as he paced faster and faster until he was nearly running around the room. He pushed his hands against his ears so hard, his claws dug into his scalp, but the screams seemed to get louder.

A jolt of fear shot through him as one of the screams abruply stopped while the other continued. He strained his ears to hear anything, failing to realize his hands were still tightly clamped against the sides of his head.

He heard the muffled sounds of the door opening and the distinctly feminine screams drifted through the door as it was quickly opened and shut again after something was thrown in.

It took him a moment to register that the lump on the floor was Max, before he rushed to his side. He lossened his hands from his ears and lowered shaking hands to the worse looking part of Max. From where his neck met his shoulders to the left side of his chest was a gash that was gushing blood so thick, it looked black. Sharkboy pressed his hands against the gash and tried to stop the blood, but it was coming fast. He knew if Max didn't get help soon, he wouldn't last long.

As he attempted to stop the bleeding of Max's chest, he failed to notice the screams stop until the door of the cell opened and a concious but severely hurt Lavagirl was draped across the arms of Metamorpheo.

Sharkboy growled as he ran his tongue along his second layer of teeth, something he did out of habbit, as he felt a frenzie coming on, but didn't want to move his hands from Max's chest, lest he bleed out.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked the faceless man. "I don't have any secrets to give you. They don't deserve to suffer."

Metamorpheo just gave a chuckle as he gently layed Lavagirl on the floor. He turned his back to walk out the door before pausing, "My dear boy, torture isn't just for interrogation. Maybe I just like watching you squirm."

"You're a sick, insane, lonely old man!" Spat Sharkboy.

"Perhaps." said the man with a light smirk. "Or perhaps you are the one who is sick and insane for placing me here." He said as he walked out. "I'll see you in your dreams."

Sharkboy furrowed his brow as he tried to decifer the meaning behind the man's words, but his attention was drawn by the slight wimper from Lavagirl's direction. He wanted to go see if her condition was as bad as Max's but didn't want to leave Max to bleed.

He lifted his hands from Max's chest and was shocked to find them clean and clear of blood. He looked down at Max's chest to find the blood on his shirt dried and his chest bleeding no more. He checked Max's pulse to find it strong and was surprised to hear his breathing level out. "Weird." he breathed before scooting closer to Lavagirl.

With one glance, he knew she didn't have long. Just being on the floor for as long as she had been, she was already in a pool of her own blood.

"Sh-sharky?" She asked in a small voice as he lifted her head to place on his lap. "I don't feel very well."

"It'll be okay." He whispered to her, brushing the strands of her hair painted red with her blood out of her face.

"No I mean I can't feel it." she said. "All there is is numb. Like my mind is awake and my body is asleep."

He could feel her shallow breaths and knew he didn't have very much time.

"I need to tell you-" They started at the same time.

"You first" said Sharkboy.

She took a slow shaky breath before coughing a little. "Sharky, I know you may not be iclined to feel the same way about me, but I need to tell you so-something." She let out a few more coughs and Sharkboy didn't fail to notice that her hands came back tinted red. She blinked slowly, her eyes staying closed for a long enough time to scare Sharkboy before they slowly opened back, half lidded. "I needed to tell you that I-" she paused and took a shallow breath. "I love you Sharky. I think I al-always have."

His eyes grew wide as a smile grew on his face that dropped as Lavagirl closed her eyes again, this time, not opening again.

"LG...Lavagirl? Hey Lavagirl, wake up." he said, shaking her. He started to grow more frantic. "Lavagirl, wake up. I need you! Lavagirl, open your eyes."

He started breathing hard as he grabbed her wrist and felt for a pulse. There was none. He pressed his fingers to her neck, with the same outcome. He layed his ear on her chest to listen for a breath or a heartbeat. Neither came. He lifted his head from her chest and looked at her lifeless face.

He felt his bottom lip tremble as his eyes grew wet.

"I love you too." He whispered as a tear fell from his eye and landed on her nose before dripping down her face.

He lowered his head, and placed a soft kiss on her lips before pulling away and letting the sobs that were threatening to come loose, tear from his chest.

Mallory: For all the grammar and spelling mistakes, I take full credit for them. Autocorrect has nothing to do with them.