Love's Entrapment

By: Sokai

Disclaimer: I, Sokai, do not claim ownership to the workings of W.I.T.C.H. - I leave that honor up to Elisabetta Gnone. Nor do I own Das doppelte Lottchen ("The double Lottie"), or, as it was later renamed, Lottie and Lisa, written by Erich Kästner. However, I can and DO claim to own this story, its inspired ideas FROM each aforementioned creation, in addition to any featured original characters - Specifically, Alazne and Kalila.

Note:Oh, poop. Accidentally wrote 'is' instead of 'isn't' when talking about how Kalila ISN'T the next Water Guardian. Oopie-poopie. =) So yeah, no no no, she ISN'T the next Water Guardian. Some people may get why she likes the water and swimming so much, I don't know, we'll see. LoL

This chapter was created/written in July 2016.

Chapter Four

"Hey, Kalila, what's the hold – Holy crap, I knew it! Y-You do have a twin!"

"What're you talking about, Beth? Let's – Balls! You were right! What's the deal, K? And you said you don't lie - Surrre!"

Kalila knew her friends were trying to talk to her, and she could only just catch a few of their words . . . but in all honesty, it were as though time otherwise stood still, and that nothing made any sense anymore. . . .

She was currently looking right at herself, clear as day, without the use of a mirror . . . except she wasn't.

It was her . . . but this version of her had much longer hair which was currently within a ponytail, in contrast to Kalila's short, twin buns.

This very unexpected, and unexplained doppelganger also carried an extreme look of sheer horror upon her otherwise identical face, whereas Kalila continually maintained one more so aligned with complete surprise.

H-How is this possible? Who is this girl, a-and why does she have my face? Alazne barely managed to think, her insides violently churning and feeling absolutely ill, while her her heart practically burst out of her chest. I gotta get out of here!

Before anyone could stop her, whether or not they'd wished to, Alazne abruptly dropped her baked ziti filled lunch tray onto the now messy floor, causing several campers who were within the queue with her to shout out within confusion as some watched her race for the dual entrance and exit to the dining hall.

". . . . A-Al? Hey, Al, what's the matter? We were about to come get you! What's up?" the tall, severely affected tomboy could hear a concerned sounding Megan calling out to her from behind, as the sound of hurrying footsteps followed after her.

No, no, no! Don't follow me! Please don't follow me! Alazne practically screamed into her head as she continued her mad dash out of the now packed dining hall, honestly beginning to hyperventilate as her face began to redden with sheer embarrassment.

This was definitely unlike her!

Freaking out and being a scared y-cat wasn't honestly something which happened to Alazne all too often, to tell the truth.

Being generally laid back and jovial was her usually default demeanor, with the occasional, underlining hot temper sprinkled into the mix. But that, specifically, she could and did simply blame on her mom, who was known to have her own moments of impressive anger.

Even bouts of sadness, or waterworks were known to strike, albeit infrequent, with a perfect example happening just a few hours earlier that very same day, when Alazne had to say goodbye to Marshall and her aunt Irma.

But this, this immense urge to run screaming and dive into the nearest hole she could find, all while experiencing what honestly felt like a panic attack was anything but her!

Who was that girl? Why did she look literally identical to her?

This was exactly the sort of thing which would happen within one of Aunt Irma's romantic comedy movie scripts, not within real life! And certainly not randomly at summer camp, and to her!

"H-Hey, it's okay, Al!" Alazne suddenly felt Kristen grab hold of her greatly emotional friend and turned her around, only just managing to do so before the taller girl took off at full speed, which Alazne was fairly certain if she had, then neither one of her friends would have been able to catch her.

Alazne couldn't bring herself to look up just yet as she faced the dining hall once more, fairly sure that her unforeseen lookalike would still be lurking. In the meanwhile she tried her best to catch her breath and calm down, before she drew any further, unwanted attention to herself, or before her new companions thought she was certifiable. . . .

Kalila, without having even realized, had been on autopilot the entire time, her feet having somehow managed to carry her straight to the door within hot pursuit of her clearly petrified duplicate, who currently stood at the bottom of the building's staircase and apparently refused to raise her gaze from the ground.

Seeing the other girl so bothered honestly made Kalila want to immediately comfort her as her first instinct, if she could be honest with herself, in spite of how seriously bizarre the overall situation truly was, especially since normally wishing to shy away from chaotic happenings (which this one most certainly qualified as) was her first reaction.

For whatever reason, however, although she did, buried beneath her overall stupefaction, feel every bit as perplexed and alarmed, Kalila mostly felt . . . happy?

No, no. Maybe not happy, more so than she felt . . . positively intrigued?

Because even though everything which was currently unfolding truly was out of this world . . . it was also out of this world, and right up there with the crazily inventive stories Kalila's dad's adoptive sister, Hay Lin, would write about within her profoundly popular comic book series, Veil Guardians.

If my āyí were here right now, she'd probably find all of this to be great inspiration for her next issue, even though it's already kind of like Issue Three, when the Veil Guardians learned how to summon identical copies of themselves . . . those 'Celestial Duplicates. . . .' But . . . as far as I've always known, all of that's just fantasy and science fiction sort of stories, not real life like this, Kalila managed to ponder, her insides growing more and more tingly as she reflected upon her Auntie Hay Lin's fictional, literary creation.

Maybe it was because she'd grown up with every bit of an open mind as her absolutely unique, and supremely talented adoptive aunt (a trait which certainly helped while having read every last, current issue of the admittedly mind blowing, captivating comic series), while at the same time somehow managing to remain levelheaded and practical like her father which was helping to keep Kalila on relatively steady ground throughout all of this.

She did know, however, that she wouldn't be receiving any sort of resolution unless she actually did something besides simply stand there, gawking rudely at her troubled 'clone' whom, in contrast, showed no signs of wishing to talk to her, while two of her apparent friends continued to attempt soothing her.

". . . . O-Okay, seriously, K: Why did you lie about having a twin sister? And why'd you lie about never lying? Odd, backwards kinda way to go about 'impressing' your new friends," Lindsay mumbled within blatant confusion, shrugging her shoulders as both she and Beth appeared from behind, before lightly leaning against the staircase's railing as she then took a generous bite of the bread roll she'd brought outside with her.

"Well, like I just said, I told you she did, Lindsay! But . . . maybe they're not too fond of one another for the reason Kalila hid her from us, and are in the middle of some sibling spat or something. . . . It definitely looks that way, the way the other one's reacting to bumping into her sister at the moment," Beth piped up triumphantly with a firm nod and know-it-all sort of air, before an honest look of sympathy flashed across her round face as she stood next to the partly slouching tomboy, the two of them smartly hanging back from the oddly unfolding, apparent family drama.

Never one to enjoy being spoken about as though she were not even there, Alazne suddenly found her voice once again, her 'infamous' temper breaking through all the other amalgamated emotions, as she swiftly craned her head over Megan's shoulder and glared heavily at the portly brunette.

"She is not my sister, my twin, or anything, man! She doesn't look anything like me!" she hissed, honestly wishing to smack a palm to her face as she knew fully well that that last bit was blatantly untrue.

Despite now feeling a bit embarrassed, Beth refused to back down, nonetheless, as she promptly folded her arms across her chest and frowned right back at the more unpleasant version of Kalila and stated, "Says you! Anyone with eyes can see you two are twins, so knock off this weird little family game you two apparently have going, where you come some place new and try to convince other people you're not related! . . . . At least it isn't the usual twin trick, where you swap name tags or trade places with one another in order to confuse the masses."

". . . . Are you always this confrontational back home where you live?" Lindsay lazily asked with a small, but growing smirk in between hungry bites of her breaded treat, clearly having personally decided to allow the entire state of affairs to play itself out before firmly deciding how she felt about it one way or the other.

Kristen, meanwhile, appeared to be on the same bandwagon as the other, unknown brunette, however, as she rolled her gray colored eyes heavenward before surprisingly raising the middle finger of her right hand into the air and toward the now taken aback girl.

"Easy, Kris, before you get us all thrown into the Isolation Cabins they use for any sort of blatant misbehavior for the next century!" Megan hurriedly advised as she reached out to roughly pull her obviously bold, close friend's hand back down to conceal the offensive gesture before any possibly lurking camp counselor saw.

Although the blonde was honestly trying to keep the peace over the admittedly bizarre development, especially seeing as no one else was trying to, she couldn't help but instinctively place herself partially in front of her newest, emotional friend, as all of them simultaneously watched the other girl who looked so much like Alazne stop just a few feet away from her.

Kalila's naturally reserved demeanor immediately found her within that moment, temporarily locking eyes with the wary, equally tall blonde, and then shifted her gaze onto her still peeved looking companion standing next to her, before clearing her throat and focused all of her attention onto the most important girl of the three.

". . . . I, um . . . look. I'm not, none of us are trying to stir up any sort of drama here, h-honest . . . but I do have to agree with . . . her, there, when I say that even though we do seem to share similar physical traits, we are . . . not related," she stated softly within confirmation, her āyí 's 'Celestial Clones' stories immediately flooding back into her head, as she honestly almost asked outright if the fellow strawberry blonde before her was her own.

Highly improbable, since there isn't any proof that stuff like magic exists, but . . . stranger things have happened, case in point, the artistic girl mused for a brief moment, shaking her head without realizing, as she continually attempted to push all thoughts along those lines away.

Kalila certainly hadn't meant to, of course, merely wishing to approach both the girl, and the event as calmly and diplomatically as she could, just like all of the great, historical figures she'd read about within her father's published military history books back home; however, without even trying did she apparently seem to offend the identical preteen by the gesture, although she couldn't outright tell, as the other girl suddenly smiled calmly, as though having flipped an unknown switch inside of her.

". . . . Pfft. You don't want to 'stir up any sort of drama,' yet you're coming over here with the nerve to say we look anything alike?" Alazne lightly scoffed with a forced smirk, doing her best to now appear unaffected over the situation, if only for her own sanity's sake. "I mean, yeah, okay, we have the same color hair, and apparently are the same height. But . . . beyond that . . . I just don't see it. Well, no, no . . . you do look like someone, though. . . ."

Kalila's hazel eyes widened at this, daring to take another step closer to her lookalike as she shyly smiled within anticipation.

"R-Really? Who?"

"Frankenstein!" Alazne stated obnoxiously with a loud, put on laugh, honestly feeling like an utter fool and instantly guilty, as she watched the similar girl before her physically recoil away from her, and her face become overwhelmingly flush within embarrassment.

Frankenstein? So lame. . . . What's the matter with you, anyway, Al? You're not anywhere near this mean and in-your-face back home. . . . If Mom were here, she'd probably have my head, and I'd honestly deserve it, the suddenly rowdy tomboy thought within self reprehension, now wishing she could turn back the clock on the last hour so that she would have never tagged alongside her friends to lunch, despite not having felt honestly all that hungry.

If she had just gone back to her cabin instead and got a head start on all the campers' unanimously scheduled free period for the next fifty minutes, then she'd have never met this girl, or known she even existed. . . .

None of that no longer mattered, however, as Alazne's insensitive, and unnecessary insult appeared to trigger a massive snowball effect, which swiftly unfolded within the following moments before any girl could stop it.

As Alazne was about to force herself to apologize, and Kalila appeared to be beginning to slowly walk away from the honestly hurtful girl, Beth, who apparently had been silently fuming that entire time, suddenly charged forward from her place at the top of the stairs and roughly shoved an extremely caught off guard Alazne to the ground.

Clearly, however, the obviously protective, and quick to anger brunette was not entirely accustomed to physical confrontations, as not only did she manage to hit her intended target, but also the very person she was trying to defend, as Kalila hadn't been quick enough to move out of the way, and fell right on top of Alazne. . . .

"H-Hey, what the heck, dude? Back off!" Kristen, the other, apparent hot head, snapped, automatically lunging into action as she gave the robust girl the very same courtesy, before the more levelheaded Megan, or anyone else, for that matter, could react.

"A-Al! Kris, quit it!"

And just like that it was a free for all, as surrounding campers both in and outside of the dining hall began to catch sight of the small, but growing pileup happening at the foot of the building's staircase . . . with both Alazne and Kalila regrettably still pinned at the very bottom.

". . . . Well, I certainly hope you girls are pleased with yourselves. Not only did you manage to disrupt a formerly peaceful meal for your fellow campers, but you've also set a new record for our camp by starting an altercation on the very first day," Molly Senior slowly chastised with a small, but growing frown, although her blue eyes reflected honest sadness and disappointment.

The older of the two Mollies stood tall and firm at her place in front of her desk within her private, administrative office, while her second-in-command and daughter mirrored her mother by taking the same stance at her side. Both women then let out a simultaneous, drawn out exhale as their eyes continued to gaze disapprovingly upon the six, apparent delinquents lined up before them.

If either woman hadn't come across a few of them throughout the day earlier, neither would have honestly recognized the ones they did, what with each girl currently looking as though a cyclone had hit them, and hit them hard.

Hair a mess and littered with random, earthly debris, uniforms crooked, muddied and a bit tattered in a few places, no one could honestly accuse neither Alazne nor Kalila of resembling the other, as, if anything, all six girls now looked 'alike.'

Each face currently carried a different expression, from sheer trepidation to utter shame, with perhaps Megan's the only one to look the most aggravated, as she was clearly just itching to deliver the very much needed "I told you so!" the moment the girls' punishment was delivered and they were released.

"Brawling like hooligans - Imagine! And you two, Megan and Lindsay . . . I was honestly very surprised to see that you were involved within this mess. Molly Junior and I remember you both from last year, and you were a pleasure to have with us. Such a shame, indeed," the elder Molly carried on with her reprimanding with a slow shake of her raven colored head, causing both girls' faces to grow incredibly hot as a result. "And as for you two . . . it is especially important that family always put their differences aside and -"

"- They're not sisters, ma'am. . . ."

"- We're not sisters, ma'am. . . ."

every girl but Lindsay and Megan chimed in automatically before they could stop themselves, Kalila the only one among them to promptly slap a dirtied hand against her mouth as a result.

Both Mollies raised an eyebrow at this, confusion more than vexation over the unneeded outburst settling in as Molly Junior then asked, ". . . . Wait. Are you two not related?"

Exhaling softly, Alazne slyly sneaked a meek glance at the doppelganger standing to her left before quietly responding, ". . . . No, ma'am, we are not. I've never seen her before within my entire life."

At this, Kalila managed to gently nod within agreement, their first, and quite possibly only one.

"I-It's true, ma'am . . .she and I have only just met today," she confirmed, voice barely above a whisper and hazel eyes nearly filling up with tears over the great shame she was mercilessly wracked with over the overall predicament.

If only I'd just stayed inside the dining hall, none of this would have happened, and my friends and I now wouldn't about to be kicked out of camp . . . and on our first day. This is exactly why confrontation always leads to nowhere, she thought as she struggled to hold her already unsteady gaze with the two authority figures looming before her.

Whether or not either Molly truly believed this news was uncertain, as both women briefly shared a curious glance with one another, before Molly Senior began to dole out the newly formed punishment which had then sprung to mind.

". . . . We have, as some of you here should know, a no-fighting policy, with a three strike rule attached, the final being immediate removal from our camp," she began with a serious tone, before gently clearing her throat, "however . . . given that this is your first – And only offense, I can assure you – you will be instead confined, for the first four weeks of your stay, to our Isolation Cabins up on our hilltop behind our administration office here. And because you each apparently have issue with getting along, as an added bonus I will personally assign your next set of activities once these first three days are up. You girls will room together, eat together, play together. . . . Either you'll find a way to live with each other and get along, or you'll punish yourselves far better than I ever could. . . . Dismissed."

How did it come to all this, seriously? One second I'm innocently minding my business and enjoying the start of what was shaping out to be a pretty fun summer, and the next I'm banished to the farthest regions of the Earth with my clone . . . and all because I just had to open my mouth, a now cleaned up Alazne sullenly thought an hour later, as she'd just finished setting up her side of her newest living quarters.

She hadn't even gotten the chance to settle into her previous, temporary residence inside her former, Navajo cabin, before she suddenly found herself being confined to an admittedly much more depressing, and lonely setting, and with someone she currently could not even stand.

Admittedly, it was pretty obvious that Molly Senior had always meant to pair Alazne off with the one evidently named Kalila as her new roommate, given that the entire debacle was, essentially, their fault . . . well, her fault, she supposed.

Still.

A tiny sliver inside of her had still hoped that she could have lucked out and had either Kristen or Megan as her bunk0mate again, or even one of the two girls who most probably hated her guts at the moment.

Not that I can really blame them, the uncharacteristically dispirited tomboy silently confessed within intermingling self pity and genuine regret, as she continued to stare blankly at the bare, wooden ceiling above her while currently lying upon her single bunk. I wonder how much Megan and Kristen hate me right now . . . and if they'll even talk to me again after this. . . .

Alazne let out a loud groan as she lazily rolled onto her side, her frustration and helplessness over everything mounting the longer she continued to lie there, thinking . . . not that she had anything better to do at the moment.

Perhaps as a way to further drive the point home and successfully hammer into each girl's head the severity of their 'crimes,' all six girls were currently confined to their new cabins straight until dinnertime, which meant missing out on the remainder of any activities planned, including missing out on the camp's first bonfire later on that evening.

And while they would later be allowed access to entertainment articles, such as any card games brought from home, or even money which could have been used at Commissary when and if they needed to, for today at least, all which was left to do was twiddle their thumbs.

One hour down, and three and a half left to go, Alazne unavoidably counted down mentally as her eyes landed upon the round, white faced clock hanging above the sealed cabin door. Guess I'll just force myself to take a nap until Dinner . . . like I can honestly rest right now . . . and especially not with her here. . . .

What was honestly the matter with her? Why did Alazne react the way she had, even before the inevitable scuffle?

True, the entire situation was not normal, bumping into some random person at some random place, who just happened to be wearing her face. If she had to experience it all again, which of course she'd never hope to, she'd probably still be every bit appalled.

Still.

People are always in the news, going on and on about meeting their 'other selves,' so clearly it's not all that uncommon . . . maybe, Alazne pondered a moment, biting down hard onto her bottom lip as her preexisting perplexity only further escalated.

Even if any of that were actually true, it still did not excuse the normally friendly and engaging preteen of her less than welcoming behavior, especially given how her current roommate had honestly said nor done anything wrong to warrant it.

If anything, if Alazne remembered correctly, and she knew that she had, Kalila had been only trying to open the lines of communication and get to the bottom of things, not wish to start a war between them.

And normally she would have happily obliged . . . except something inside of her simply snapped and had taken over.

. . . . I think I just . . . panicked – Well, more than I was already – and lashed out the way I did because I didn't like the way everyone kept insisting that we look alike, and that I . . . have a sister . . . especially since I'd always wanted one, Alazne realized silently, finally able to properly sort through the sea of emotions she'd been going through for most of that afternoon.

It was true.

Even though she did have her many, many friends back home and was generally content, there were still those quiet moments mixed in here and there over the years for the young preteen, where she would sometimes wish that she could home from school to more than simply just her mother.

And with such a sizable house as theirs, courtesy of her mom's quite successful veterinary practice, the absence of another family member was certainly felt all the more. . . .

Alazne also figured that, if she had to be an only child, she could have at least had a father thrown into the mix to help fill the void, but even that was denied to her, as she'd spent the past twelve and a half years growing up without hers.

She didn't even know who he was, whether he was still alive or if he even knew of her existence . . . although she figured if he were, on either front, she'd have perhaps heard something from him by now . . . right?

And it wasn't as though Alazne could have asked her mom about him, as the few times she would while growing up were always met with some random excuse or another, most of which usually involving a headache and requiring a swift lie down and a nap in order to help remedy it. . . .

The rest of the time, if Alazne wouldn't bring up the subject another time, her mother certainly never did, personally, honestly behaving as though the man never existed.

And as much as she truly, truly admired and looked up to her, honestly believing her to be one of, if not the strongest person she had ever had the privilege of knowing and being related to, Alazne still couldn't help but feel lingering resentment toward the older woman as the years passed as a result. . . .

After all, however they might have parted, whatever words which might have been shared, or if they were ever together in the first place, Alazne still had the right to know about the man who helped bring her into this world.

If only Mom could actually, finally get that, anyway, she thought with another, deep sigh and light frown, right as her new roommate quietly exited their shared bathroom from across the room.

Alazne felt her breath catch within her throat as her hazel eyes locked onto the other physically similar girl, whose own orbs appeared curiously red, and face a bit puffy.

Upon noticing that she was being watched, Kalila immediately tucked her strawberry blonde colored head down and attempted to discreetly hide away from the other girl with her now free flowing, and visibly moist locks.

If Alazne hadn't already been feeling quite lousy about the overall event, she was definitely now feeling far worse, knowing fully well that not only had Kalila been crying during her shower, but was crying because of her. . . .

God, I feel like scum, the tomboy mentally lamented, her own face growing hot with discomfort as she forced herself to look down at the cabin's wooden floorboards. Guess I'd better bite the big one and apologize. . . .

Swallowing hard, Alazne allowed a few moments to pass, primarily so that she could steel her nerves and bury her pride further down inside of her more than it was already, in order to give Kalila a chance to settle onto her side of the living quarters.

With her back facing the other girl and hunched over, as though searching for something underneath her bed, Alazne slowly rose from her own and nervously approached as she softly spoke, ". . . . U-Um . . . Kalila. I just wa -"

"- L-Look, Alazne . . . I get that you don't like having to bunk with me, instead of one of your friends. To . . . To be honest, I'm not terribly happy about it right now, myself. But at least this cabin is pretty spacious since it's just the two of us in here, s-so you . . . you can just stay on your side, and I'll stay on mine. We won't even have to talk to each other. . . ." Kalila interrupted without even turning around to face the now taken aback and admittedly irritated girl, causing her to suck her teeth sharply as a result.

Is she seriously getting an attitude and decidedly giving me the cold shoulder? I mean, yeah, fine, all of this is more or less completely my fault, but still! Freaking rude! Alazne couldn't help but sourly reflect with a deep scowl, clearly having not completely learned her lesson, before throwing her hands into the air and returning back to her bunk.

"Pfft! Whatever, dude. If that's how you wanna play the game, then it's nooo skin off my back. You barely registered upon my radar to begin with, so it's hardly worth my time talking to you, anyway," she remarked coolly with a neutral expression and shrug, before carelessly plopping herself back onto her bed and forced a grin. "Just be sure to make our suddenly being the best of 'friends' convincing once we gotta do our future activities together, or else we'll never get out of here. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll catch some Z's before dinnertime. . . ."

Lying back down and rolling onto her side to face the wall, Alazne's already weak smile promptly melted away as she slowly curled herself into a ball, a low exhale escaping past her lips.

. . . . I don't think I've ever been as homesick or lonely as I feel right about now, she woefully thought as she blindly reached down to cover up with her bed sheets, her entire body feeling incredibly heavy and mind mercilessly bombarded with continual replays over how she had singlehandedly sabotaged the summer vacations of five individuals, including her own. . . .

- End of Chapter Four

(A.N. I know, I know: Where's Kalila's POV during the aftermath? Next chapter, no worries. =p Poor Al. She's clearly one of those people who mean well, but definitely put their foot in it far too often. And poor Kalila; she didn't stand a chance against her sister. =/ LoL

I did have to look it up, but apparently how one says 'Aunt/Auntie' within Chinese Mandarin is "āyí," which is how Kalila always addresses Hay Lin whenever with or referring to her. Oh, and thought I'd make Hay Lin turn her Guardian of the Veil adventures into a comic series called "Veil Guardians" just to obviously parody the real life series . . . including the whole Issue Three and talking about the Astral Drops, but Hay Lin having renamed them "Celestial Clones." =)

Umm, what else . . . oh yeah. Again, I was originally going to follow the same route as the remake and have the girls compete within some way, or play pranks before ending up within the Isolation Cabin together, but I said meh, trim the fat and do it like the original . . . hence the pileup (and a few direct quotes again, such as calling Kalila Frankenstein – Lame, I know LoL – and the tail end of the scene with Molly Senior doling out the girls' punishment). LoL Except I went and dragged their friends into said pileup, and also got them more directly involved within the whole, "Oh, my GOD, they look alike!" drama. =)

While not physically confrontational, Beth never did back down too often whenever someone stupid tried to mess with her, or her friends when we were kids, and she usually was one of the first people to 'point out the obvious,' so that's why I had 'this Beth' be the first to be like, "Are you guys stupid? They're OBVIOUSLY twin sisters, damn it!" :p And as for Kris, she didn't have a super super fiery temper, really, being rather laid back like Lindsay, Megan and myself, but if, as she'd probably say, "Stupid sh.t" was going down, then she'd definitely be the first to make a comment or two about it, or . . . well, do like what 'this Kris' had done, with flippin' the bird. LoL

Good times. ;p

Anyway! Also wanted to also slowly, but surely reveal a bit more about each twin's home life situation and what both Will and Caleb have been up to since their divorce, and also the apparent repercussions of their keeping secrets from them. Well, Will's repercussions so far, at least. =)

But yeah. I was going to continue past the ending scene, but figured since it's seven pages, this chapter, I'd just end it there – That, and no one's honestly reading this particular story, anyhow, so yeah. * Waves *)