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SHATTERED MEMORIES

CHAPTER 5

Edward's POV

I heard Qullen's muscles tighten on the grips of her SCAR, the metal groaning under the strain and the plastic threatening to snap. "Can you be a little more careful with that thing? It's not like we have an endless supply of guns on us." Qullen shot me a death glance. [You would be a frayed mess too, if it was BELLA down there.] This got me riled, but Bella, in an attempt to keep the peace, said, "She's right Edward." "Quiet, all three of you."

This was Zane, who was scanning the camp with a pair of binoculars. Tally was by his side, spinning two 1911's on her fingers. Everyone else was waiting, weapon of choice at the ready. Everyone that was, except for Qullen. "I just can't find him!" She had been following a weak brain pattern that she believed was Joma, and we had followed it to the outside of this base.

As soon as we had gotten here, however, she had lost the pattern. I was also going over the camp, reading anyone's mind I could find. One faint train of thought caught my attention. ...can't believe he said that to me! Whoever this was, they sounded mad. I concentrated, and could feel another person in the same room as the first one.

This one seemed in a lot of pain. I looked through his eyes, and saw that he was in a gas chamber, a perfect replica of one of the many tools that had caused the holocaust. Looking over the camp very quickly, I found the small power plant for the base. Taking aim at the conversion rods on the back, I fired a shot, hitting the rods dead on. The explosion was big enough to blow half the building up.

Everyone looked stunned at what I had done, but I had bigger problems. I found the first mind again, and saw him start to cackle as he put a power card into the gas chamber ignition. Through the eyes of the mad-man, I saw who was on death row. It was Joma.

"Qullen, Joma is going to be killed! We need to get down there!"

We all sprung into the clearing, to be met with hundreds of N.W.O. soldiers. I had seen the base so many times through the mind of the soldiers, I didn't even look as I lobbed a grenade through the open door of a tent. Then I saw another door opening, and saw Udzir stepping out of it. Once again, without thinking, I brought my gun up, and smiled as Udzir fell to the ground, unmoving.

"TRY FINDING JOMA!" I shouted. For a split second, I saw her concentrate, and then, as the grenade exploded and ignited the rest of their munitions, I heard what she thought. [I told you I would never give up on trying to find you.]

Qullen's POV

[I told you I would never give up on trying to find you.] I knew that Joma was in a gas chamber, and so it was not surprising that his response was weak. {Qullen.} It was his next comment that made me angry. {It's too late. I'm dead.} I felt myself grow enraged, and before I could stop myself, I shouted, [DO NOT THNIK LIKE THAT! I DIDN'T RISK MY AND EVERYONE ELSES LIVES JUST TO LET YOU DIE! NOW WHERE ARE YOU?]

Another weak response. {Torture ward, #4583}. I was moving before I knew what direction I should have been going in. Fortunately, Udzir's corpse was in the doorway. Seeing the hole in his chest, I made a mental note to give Edward a million 'thank you's when we got out of here.

When I got there, I saw Joma in the chamber. Even though there was thick smoke in the room, I clearly saw him, his eyes closing, and his last strings of life draining. It was as if the world had suddenly been set to run on slow motion. I started to run, but it seemed like it wasn't enough to get to the door.

FORGET THE DOOR! I took a giant leap, my fists making contact with the Plexiglas window, which shattered. I flew threw the hole I had made, hit the ground, did a somersault, and landed on my feet just in front of Joma. I grabbed him, and was already jumping back through the window before a full two seconds had passed since I stood in the doorway.

I landed on the floor, in front of the control panel for the chamber. Gas was leaking, so I hit the vent button. The gas started to disappear, so I turned my frantic attention back to Joma. Being half and half, he had a very faint heart beat. However, when I felt for his pulse, there was none.

I tried talking to him, mind communication, even CPR, but nothing worked. I sensed Edward step through the door, and I knew what he was doing. Trying to read Joma's mind. Almost a full ten seconds passed before he talked. "Sorry Qullen. Nothing."

For one horrifying second, I took in the meaning of his words. My heart shattered, not just ripped, but shattered, into billons of pieces. The wail I produced next was so loud, it broke the rest of the glass window behind me. The world had just become pointless. Joma, the one and only reason for my life, was dead.

Well, there is chapter 5. If you hate me, I don't blame you. However, please, PLEASE, do not stop reading. The story is not over, and neither is Joma. I do have one thing to ask of you, however. How would you feel if I brought the rest of the Cullens and the wolves into my story? I know I said back in TFS that Edward and Bella would be the only people from Twilight in my stories, and I will stick by that if you want me to. Until next time, read, rant, and review!