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Suddenly, I woke up.

I sat bolt upright, and said, "That's not good!"

It was dark. A storm was coming, I could feel it. I rolled my tongue around on the top of my mouth, creating a sort of click-screeching noise no human should have been able to make, and looked around. Storms. I loved them. With storms came peace, peace when we were free to roam without anyone spotting us, anyone finding us. With storms came freedom to finally come out of hiding for a little while, while the others, the ones not like us, cowered in their homes, waiting for the storm to pass.

Where were they? It was almost time. Soon, soon. Just an hour or so longer, then... But until then, I had other things to do. And it looked like I was doing it alone. I sighed, spread my arms, and stood from my crouched position. My long legs were getting sore from all their working and crouching - I needed to get out of the Hive more often, else I'll get like Crimmy. I looked around again, green eyes flashing, and took off. Leaving my small hiding nook at the side of the huge, stone bridge, and walking faster than usual, I glanced down at the ground far below. Two hundred feet, at least, below, white seagulls were bobbing in and out of view as they coasted close to the ground, weaving in and out of the huge arches spanning the whole way across, holding the bridge up from the battering winds and weather that blew through the many islands.

As I walked, I kept my head down and eyes lowered. The few people I encountered didn't recognize my face from the long, pitch black hair that fell across my face as I kept to the sides of the great bridge. But it was still difficult to keep to one path and not veer off into oblivion when not paying attention, being the bridge was only about eight feet wide and no rails on the sides to keep people from falling to the dark land below.

After a long walk and still no sign of the building I was headed for, I looked up and around. The sky was definitely darkening, and in the past few minutes, the storm was now visibly coming. I made a small, not entirely human expression, as my narrowed eyes rolled over the two other stone bridges coming into view, all seemingly heading in the same direction as I. Far off in the distance, black water roared and splashed from the waves upon waves rolling in from the oncoming storm. A gull flew over my head, just missing my left ear, and gave a screech of annoyance before diving back down to the dark earth, covered in shadows.

Finally, it came into view. Rising from the darkness, like a spear pricking the nearly black sky, a tall, spiraled tower appeared far in front of me. In fact, it was only one tower, and as I got closer, it became taller and taller, until the tip could no longer be seen, it was so high in the clouds. A bluish tinge glowed from behind huge, glass, flat, spikes encasing the building, and it looked like a gigantic, glass, ice crystal - which it partially was. It was made entirely from black glass, and small, red, pinpricks of birds were flitting about, and perching on the glass points. Huge shadows of more buildings like this were sprouting up in the distance, three bridges like mine all leading to it. From where, it couldn't be seen.

I slowed, and stopped just before I reached the doors. They were closed, but thin lines of blue light framed the black glass doors. Footsteps sounded, and I quickly ducked to the side, where I couldn't be seen from the opening door. As it opened, the blue light came streaming out, and a shadowed figure walked out through the door. After exiting, the doors slammed shut, but not before I slipped quietly in.

At first the blue light was near-blinding, but as my narrowed eyes adjusted, images began to take shape in front of me. I quickly hid behind a stack of chairs, and peeked over the rim.

A long, dark ebony wooded table stretched far into the depths of the enormous room, and black chairs were seated neatly all around it. None were occupied, but according to calculations, they soon would be. A tall, spiral staircase wound its way up to higher floors near the opposite corner of the room, also empty.

This is the pic:

Alright, here goes! :D

okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

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Upon popping my head through the doorway, I saw Mrs. Edderson clad in a red apron, and holding up a wooden spoon with which she was scraping the nachos onto a paper plate (Dad and I still hadn't unpacked the dishes). I walked in, and sat down at the table. Mrs. Edderson came over and slid the plate in front of me.

"Mmmm, smells good, doesn't it?" she said, beaming.

"Mm." was all I said, and stared down at the slightly crispy tortilla chips covered with cheese, hamburger, green onions, and a small dollop of sour cream on the side. I glanced back up at Mrs. Edderson, who was still standing there, beaming.

"Aren't you having any?" I asked.

"Me? Oh, no - I'll eat later," she said, and laughed nervously, going back to the sink where she began scrubbing the pan.

I turned back around and at my plate. With yet another sigh and a gulp, I picked out a chip with the least amount of onions on it, and took a small bite. Ack.

I hated nachos. I always had. Ack.

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WOAH!!! This is really good, TMEB!!!!!! Keep going!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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NO!!


Just that she might be found!!!!!

:O Oh no!

"Erin?" she called again, and I looked up to see her striding towards me, a huge grin plastered on her face. It took all my willpower to keep from glowering right back.

"Erin, I was calling you! Do you need help? Because I can-"

"No!" I said quickly, it would be just my luck to have her snooping her long nose through our private boxes. "No thank you" I corrected politely. "I'll just do this box, then go on to my room, I think." I hurriedly packed up the box in my arms, and disappeared into my room. After stuffing the whole thing in the closet, I sat down on my bed.

"Well, Joey." I said softly, and picked up a small, stuffed animal kangaroo. I'd had that, too for a long time.

Then, suddenly, the oven alarm went off. "Beep, Beep, Beep, Bee- Erin! Mmmm they're reeaaaady!" I sighed, and stood, setting Joey back on the bed, and headed for the kitchen.

I didn't answer. I was busy with a beautiful dream that included waffles, bacon, and cupcakes.

Finally, we reached a tiny clearing. I sank to the floor, and felt Indigo hop off my back.

"Ohhhhhh everything aches..." I groaned.

"Where is everyone?" she asked anxiously, looking around despite her lack of sight.

"W-we'll find them..." I mumble, and fall to sleep.

I run faster. All I could think about was the hunters, and how Aura had led them straight to the camp. Did she mean it? Was it on purpose? But no. I mustn't think like that.

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that isn't how you spell soccor, but oh well