A/N: Okay, new chapter. I should probably be working on my other stories... I'll do it eventually.

Anyways, this is the beginning of part two. I forgot to say last chapter, but I'm splitting each story into three parts. Part one was called "To Find Us" and it ended last chapter. Now we're onto part two.

HERE WE GO!

Gracepunk

Part Two: To Hunt Us

It had been a rough week for Warren. The first night he spent in the tree near the abandoned church was freezing cold, and because his skinny body had no insulation from the cold, he was forced to wrap himself in his wings to stay warm. At around midnight, a wickedly cold wind started blowing, nearly knocking Warren out of the tree.

He didn't know how he made it through the night without getting hypothermia or falling out of the tree and breaking something. However, the next morning he woke up with a fever.

It was his pride that kept him from returning to the prison to get healed. He was already the outcast among the other Gracebeasts, and if he came back empty-handed and sick, he would remain an outcast. That was why he made the decision to stay.

Knowing that he wouldn't be able to stay up in the tree, Warren located a nearby spider-bot – they were all over the place now, and most of them were inactive – and set it down on a tree branch so that it had a clear view of the church. He then activated it with a small device he kept in his pocket, and he turned on the camera. Then, after making sure the church was visible on the screen connected to the camera, he turned and flew off deeper into the forest.

After only a minute of flying, he came across a small cave and dizzily crash-landed next to it. The cave was small, but it was dry, and it offered shelter from the cold and the wind. Even better, it was only a ten minute walk, or a one minute flight, away from the church. That way, Warren would be able to keep an eye on the Gracelings without killing himself.

After finding a bit of firewood, which wasn't hard due to the lack of rain for the past month, Warren crawled down into the shallow cave and made a small fire. He didn't have to worry about the smoke because of the cave's sloped ceiling. Also, if the smoke got too thick, Warren had a backup plan.

He had never told anybody, but he knew it was true: he had two Graces. His weightless Grace was the one given to him through experiments, but his second Grace, the one he was born with, was the ability to control wind. He had discovered the ability when he was young, and it was the only reason he was able to fly so well.

He had even tried to use his Grace to run away before.

It never worked. The Gracebeasts' web of spies was too complex for him to get away. He had tried many times before, but they would always manage to find him and bring him back. After each of his escape attempts, he would be brought back to the Baron, who would warn him never to run away again. But he never suffered any consequences. Not until his last escape attempt five years ago, when he was thirteen. He had managed to get as far away as the Sister City before Rogue caught him and dragged him back to the Factory. However, when Rogue brought him to the Baron, the Baron didn't say anything. He simply nodded to Rogue, who dragged Warren into the Cold Room and tortured him until he swore to never try and escape again.

Warren shuddered at the memory.

As he quickly sparked a fire – something else he was good at – he used his wind Grace to push the smoke out of the cave, knowing that it would filter through the trees and disappear before it became visible.

After a few minutes, the cave warmed up to a comfortable temperature, and Warren curled up in his wings. As he did, however, he caught a glimpse of the thin metal bracelet around his ankle. That bracelet served as another reminder of why he couldn't run away. Inside that bracelet was a tracking device that monitored his location along with his heartbeat and temperature. He was sure that Felix was keeping an eye on him back at the prison...

Sighing, Warren wrapped his wings around his thin frame tighter to at least use the heat from his fever to stay warm. A few minutes later, he fell asleep.

The rest of the week he spent recovering from his fever. He had no food or medicine, but he did manage to find a small freshwater stream nearby that he could get water from. After five days, his fever finally broke, but since he didn't have any food, he had no real way of recovering his strength.

Then, on the seventh day, something happened.

It was late in the afternoon, and because it was the middle of October, that meant it was already nearly dark. Warren had been out looking for food, seeing as it had been a week since he had eaten anything, and he felt like he would need his strength soon. He hadn't been successful, but when he returned to his cave, he saw something...

Warren had left his device connected to the spider-bot sitting on the floor of the cave. There was a small green blinking light on the side, signaling that the spider-bot had recorded something.

Warren rushed over to the device and pressed a button that would replay the video. The screen went black for a moment before showing the video. It showed three figures leaving the cathedral and heading off towards the Sister City. Warren recognized the taller figure to be 7, which is what he called her because he didn't know her name. She was famous among the Gracebeasts as the one Graceling that hunted drones for sport.

The other two figures were much smaller. Warren couldn't see their faces because of their blue hoodies, but he saw that they stayed close to 7. He couldn't see their numbers, and he didn't recognize them. However, he could see that all of them were armed, 7 with her spear and the smaller ones with slingshots.

Warren looked at the time on the tape and saw that the video had been recorded early this morning. There was no second video of them returning, so either the spider-bot had malfunctioned, or they weren't back yet. Warren knew this would be his only chance for a long time, and he couldn't afford to waste it.

Without another thought, Warren kicked out his fire, strapped his wings to his chest and his harpoon launcher to his back, put on his helmet, picked up his device, and ran out of the cave as fast as his long skinny legs could take him. The second he was in a clearing, he spread his wings and took off towards the cathedral.

Seeing as it had been a week since he last flew, he had a bit of trouble at first. That, coupled with his lack of strength, made for a very shaky flight. But at least the wind was in his favor. It was always in his favor.

After a minute of flying, the cathedral came into view. Warren clumsily crash-landed in the tree he had spent the first night in. From there, he could see figures moving in the upper windows. Then he looked a bit higher. He could see an old bell tower, but that wouldn't be enough. He needed something else.

Then he saw it.

One floor above the floor with the moving figures, he could see narrow windows. Through those windows, he could see books. And as much as he hated it, he had a job to do.

Reaching into a small pouch hanging on his belt, Warren pulled out what looked like a short arrow with a dark red sphere where the arrowhead should be. There were also feathers on the end to stabilize it in flight.

Warren carefully loaded the "arrow" into the spring-loaded harpoon launcher strapped to his left arm. Normally he would have used his bow, but he didn't bring it. Also, he wasn't sure he was strong enough to pull the bow back to full power. That was the benefit of using his harpoon launcher. All he had to do was point and pull the trigger.

Taking a deep breath, Warren pressed a small red button on the side of the arrow. The button turned green, signaling that the arrow was charged. Taking another deep breath to stop the twitch in his hand that always seemed to appear right before he pulled a trigger, Warren carefully aimed at the small window closest to the center. He only had one shot, and the failing light didn't help.

Finally, after a minute, he was certain his aim was perfect. Slowly, the wind stopped blowing. Then Warren pulled the trigger.

The arrow sailed through the air and smashed through the small window, flying inside of the building. A moment later, there was a flash of white and a loud explosion.

And then the fire started.

Earlier

Andrew's week had been much different. He had spent it regaining his strength and getting to know the other Gracelings a bit better. He had also managed to regain a bit of weight, but even then he was still dangerously malnourished and underweight.

Over the course of the week, he managed to find out more about the others. First of all, he found out that they didn't call themselves Gracelings, they called themselves Gracepunks. Apparently Christopher had come up with the name. That was about all he found out about Christopher, however, other than the fact that he used to have two sisters – both of them dead – and he had a bit of a drinking problem when it came to whiskey.

Andrew didn't really learn much about Caleb either. In fact, the boy was a bit of a mystery to everybody except Jen. The only thing Andrew knew for certain about him was that he was the last Seer alive, and the only way he knew that was because of the boy's bright purple eye, which marked him as a Seer. Other than that, Caleb was still a bit of a shadow. Andrew did, however, find out after a few days what Caleb had been wearing on the chain around his neck: a large dark key. He only caught a glimpse of it while Caleb had been drawing, using gloves with an ink nib on the end of each finger.

After a while, Andrew kinda gave up on trying to learn more about Caleb, knowing that he would learn what he needed to when he needed to.

Ben was a completely different story. He was an open book, and by the end of the week, Andrew practically knew his life story. The only thing Ben refused to tell Andrew about was how he met Jen and Caleb. He told Andrew that he and his twin, Henry, had found them five years before the bombings, and they had taken them in. He told him that they had escaped from something, but he wouldn't tell Andrew what. All he told him was that they had escaped from something that scarred them for life. Afterward, Andrew wasn't sure he wanted to know.

James acted the same way towards Andrew as Ben did. Andrew learned that James used to have two kids, a Graced son named Simon, and an ungraced daughter named Claire, and they were both killed five years ago by a mostly Ungraced mob. He also learned that James and Christopher were cousins, which explained their hostility towards one another.

Speaking of hostility, Andrew managed to get a surprisingly good deal out of Josh. He had stumbled upon Josh sitting in a corner crying one night, suffering from withdraw from Magnet, which was the drug he always used. Apparently someone had thrown his supply of the drug into the large generator downstairs, destroying the supply in a massive burst of flame. Not a moment after he found Josh, Andrew found himself being hugged in the same way that a small frightened child would hug a stuffed teddy bear. While Andrew tried to squirm out of Josh's bear hug before all of his ribs were broken, Josh went off on a rant about how the only reason he started using drugs was because he couldn't handle the depression he developed after watching his three younger sisters die right in front of him. Andrew listened to his entire story even though one of his lungs collapsed, and when Josh fell asleep, Andrew was able to escape and get healed.

The twins were a different matter. Andrew barely saw them after those first few days, but he learned a lot about them from Ben. He learned that they couldn't talk because of a genetic disease, and not because of an accident or anything traumatic. He did learn, however, that they used to be triplets. Jen had told him that earlier, but she hadn't gone into detail. Ben explained to him that Sam and Erika's sister was named Ashley, and she had been ungraced. She, like Josh's sisters and James's children, had been killed by an Ungraced mob about five years ago, when the Ungraced turned against the Graced and the Gracebeasts began their rise to power.

And then there was Jen. Andrew had no idea what to do or how to approach her. It wasn't as if she were cold and distant; in fact, she seemed to be trying to make friends with Andrew too. He just felt too awkward when he talked to her, and they both knew it. Jen even found it kind of funny. After a few days, however, Andrew's confidence slowly trickled back and he was eventually able to talk to her without stuttering.

In fact, on the morning of the seventh day, Andrew was thinking of what he could say to Jen to spark a conversation when she walked in. It was early in the morning, so Andrew was still lying in bed, Caleb was sitting in the corner drawing as usual, and Ben was half asleep.

"Hey boys," said Jen as she poked her head in through their door.

"Morning," said Andrew, sitting up. Caleb nodded, and Ben only responded after Andrew threw a pillow at his face.

"What the-" exclaimed Ben, waking up so suddenly that he nearly fell out of his bed. When he saw Jen, however, he calmed down and tiredly asked, "What do you want?"

"We're completely out of food, so I'm making a run to the City," said Jen, stepping inside and leaning on the only portion of the wall that wasn't covered in Caleb's clairvoyant drawings. "You boys need anything?"

Andrew only shrugged and looked at Ben, who looked to be thinking about something.

"Yeah," he said, "see if you can find me another bottle of morphine. I'm all out." With that, he cast a sidelong glare at Caleb, who only forced an innocent smile and went back to drawing.

"I'll do my best," laughed Jen. Then she looked at Andrew and Caleb. "You boys need anything other than food?"

"I'm good," said Andrew, shaking his head.

"Caleb?"

The young Seer started to say something, but he froze, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open as if the words had gotten caught in his throat. Suddenly, he stood up and ran over to his bed, lifting the mattress and sifting through the many ink-stained papers that were hidden there.

"Here!" he exclaimed, finding what he was looking for. He carefully picked up one of the pieces of paper, holding it delicately between his ink nib fingers. He then rushed over and handed the paper to Jen.

"What's this?" she asked, seeing that the paper held not a drawing but a list.

"Just trust me..." he said quietly, slowly slinking back into his corner, his narrow shoulders hunched.

"Okay..." said Jen uncertainly as she folded up the list and put it in her pocked. Then she turned back to Ben and Andrew. "I'm taking the twins with me. We should be back by sunset."

Ben and Andrew nodded, and then Jen was gone.

It was late in the afternoon, and the sun was hanging low on the horizon. Everybody was in a bad mood from not having any food all day... well, everybody except Caleb, who was used to going long periods of time without food, seeing as his Grace ruined his appetite along with taking away his ability to sleep for very long.

At the moment, Andrew, Ben, and Caleb were all in their room, hoping to get a moment's peace from the vicious argument taking place downstairs between Christopher, James, and Josh. Well, the argument was mainly between Christopher and James; Josh was just there to stop them from hurting each other.

Andrew and Ben were sitting on Andrew's bed, tiredly playing cards, but Caleb seemed nervous. He was pacing back and forth along the length of the room, glancing out the window every time he passed it. He was more hunched over than usual, and he was wringing his bony hands together. He also had a shoulder bag thrown across his back, and Andrew could hear glass bottles clinking together and paper crinkling.

Finally, Ben couldn't take it anymore. "Caleb, would you calm down?!" he exclaimed. "Jen and the twins are gonna be back any minute."

"N-not what I'm w-worried about..." Caleb stammered quietly, trembling with anxiety.

"Then what are you worried about...?" asked Andrew as Caleb's panicky mood started to make him nervous.

Caleb turned to face them, but he never got to answer them.

BOOM!

The second the explosion happened, Caleb tackled Andrew and Ben to the ground, just as a large section of the ceiling collapsed right on top of Andrew's bed, crushing it. It would have crushed Andrew and Ben had Caleb not knocked them out of the way.

That was when the fire started.

As soon as Caleb saw the flames licking at the ceiling above them, he jumped to his feet, pulling Andrew and Ben up with him. Before either of them could blink, Caleb had run across the room and grabbed Andrew's shoulder bag and Ben's medical bag. He shoved each bag into the arms of the respective owner and then pulled them through the door and towards the stairs.

They reached the main throne room in a matter of seconds with the fire at their heels. The smoke was already so thick that it was difficult to see.

"Over here!" came a sudden voice through the smoke. It was James's voice, and it was coming from the elevator. They ran over and through the haze they could see the outlines of James, Christopher, and Josh all huddled in the elevator.

"We're coming!" Ben shouted over the roar of the flames all above them.

Caleb and Ben made it inside the elevator. Andrew was right behind them when the roof started to collapse, and a burning wooden beam fell on him, striking him across the back and knocking him to the floor.

"Andrew!" shouted Ben.

"GO!" exclaimed Andrew, freeing himself from the burning rubble mostly unharmed. He ran towards the elevator as James pulled the lever, allowing it quickly fall.

As soon as the elevator had disappeared from the floor, Andrew jumped down the shaft and grabbed onto the burning hot metal cable, clearing the floor just as the upper ceiling collapsed behind him. He slid down the cable and landed in the elevator. Christopher caught him and stood him upright.

Andrew barely had time to feel the pain from the blisters on his palms from the burning cable when there was a loud snap, and the cable broke. The elevator plunged into free-fall, but luckily, they were already close to the ground. The elevator hit the ground and tumbled to the side, throwing them all out.

"RUN!" shouted Christopher, pulling Andrew and Caleb to their feet before running towards the door. The others followed them, but as the door grew closer, the building began to collapse behind them. Then there was a loud hissing noise.

"The generator!" James shouted breathlessly.

They all just barely made it through the entrance before the generator exploded. The force of the explosion was so great that it threw them all into the forest. The shockwave even knocked Warren out of his tree, and he just barely managed to climb back up before he was seen.

At the edge of the clearing around what used to be the cathedral, the six Gracepunks looked on as the entire building was consumed in flames.

Andrew tried to look, but he was still coughing and painfully gasping from all the smoke. And when he couldn't find the strength to sit up, he simply laid sprawled on his back on the forest floor, knowing he was having a full-blown asthma attack. Painfully looking to his side, he saw that Caleb was also curled up on the ground gasping, but he had managed to curl up on his side. A bit further away, he could also see Christopher leaning on a tree, trying to catch his breath.

Suddenly, someone lifted Andrew into a sitting position from behind and leaned him against a tree, making it much easier to breathe. Andrew glanced up and saw that it was Ben.

"Okay good," said Ben, smiling weakly. "You're still alive. Now let me see what I can do about your hands..."

As Ben tried to heal the deep blistering burns on Andrew's hands, Andrew looked across the clearing and saw James helping Caleb sit up. He also saw that Christopher seemed to have recovered, and he was talking with Josh.

A sudden sigh from Ben brought Andrew's attention back.

"Sorry," said Ben, "but that's the best I can do." He gestured to Andrew's hands, which he had only managed to heal a bit. He had never been good with deep burns, after all...

Ben reached into his medical bag and pulled out two small rolls of gauze. He then wrapped them tightly around Andrew's hands before moving to help the others.

Slowly, Andrew managed to catch his breath and shakily stand up. However, as soon as he was on his feet, Christopher appeared in front of him so suddenly that he nearly fell back down again.

"What the hell happened?!" he demanded angrily.

"I don't know!" exclaimed Andrew, shrugging helplessly.

"Then how did that fire start?" shouted Christopher, his red and gold eyes shimmering with rage.

"You think I started it?" Andrew loudly asked back, feeling himself get angry that Christopher was blaming him.

"Who else would have started it?" exclaimed Christopher. "You three pyros were upstairs where the fire started! How do I know you or Ben didn't steal one of Caleb's fireworks and set something on fire?"

"Because the fire started above us!" shouted Andrew, stepping forward so that he was right in Christopher's face.

Slowly, Christopher took a step back. He looked over at Ben and Caleb. "Is this true?" he asked.

Both of them nodded vigorously.

Finally, Christopher sighed. "Fine," he said, turning away from Andrew and walking back over to Josh.

"Apology accepted, you crazy old bastard..." muttered Andrew under his breath. Suddenly, he turned, hearing footsteps coming up behind him.

There he saw Jen and the twins. All three of them were carrying large backpacks filled with the items they bought from the City.

"What the hell happened?!" exclaimed Jen, her eyes wide in shock.

"Something exploded and caught the place on fire..." said Andrew tiredly, just now starting to feel the pain in his hands.

Before Jen could ask any more questions, the twins dropped their packs and slowly walked forward before dropping to their knees and crying. It took Andrew a moment to realize that they were crying over their burning books. He wanted to say something, but before he got the chance, Caleb walked up to the girls. He slowly knelt down in front of them and gently hugged them. Then, a minute later, he sat back and reached into his bag, pulling out a large red-leather book. The twins audibly gasped and quickly grabbed the book, relieved that their most valuable book had been saved from the inferno.

"So what do we do now?" asked Ben as he and James joined the group.

"We get out of here," said Christopher as he and Josh joined them. "Whoever or whatever caused that fire can't be far behind. We're all in danger. We have to find another safe place to hide... and I know just the one."

Then he turned and walked off into the darkening jungle. The others looked at one another before picking up their meager belongings and trudged after him, leaving their burning home behind...

A/N: New chapter! Whoo! Okay, quick little contest: if you can guess why Ben had to use morphine on Caleb (the answer is in chapter 4), then I'll give you a virtual cookie.

Okay, so now we get into the movie style... kinda. Just... it gets a lot darker from here. So be warned. But at least now it's getting interesting! The cathedral has burnt down and the Gracepunks are on the run from the Gracebeast Warren! Like I've said before... this is gonna be interesting...