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Claire laughed, a laugh more forced than genuine. 'Where IS she?' "Anyway...it's getting late. Shouldn't we be settling in for the night?"

A girl stepped forth from the shadows, a brown satchel clutched in her arms. "Catrina. I'm sorry. I-I..." She didn't finish because, in the next moment, a gunshot silenced her forever.

Galrick signed back, 'Nothing'.
Shana rolled her eyes. "Do you two really have to bicker like this?"
Kalrik turned. "Run Shana. Leave."
"Don't you dare move," Galrick threatened.
"Just start walking."
"Don't MOVE."
Shana stopped and sighed. "Look. Whatever is going on here needs to stop. It's not like you can hit him anyway. I've tried."

"I just get this feeling-" Laurel started before a loud crash cut her off.

Shana growled. "Sure," she answered slowly and mockingly. "Help."
Galrick watched as Shana hauled the bodies one-by-one behind the counter.
Shana went to grab the fourth officer's hand and stopped, realizing she still had a chance. 'If I scream...' She opened her mouth wide, sucking in a large amount of air, when suddenly Kalrik stood before her, his black cloak trailing to the floor. Instantly, her mouth snapped shut.
Galrick's eyes widened and something flashed in them - anger, maybe? "You," he growled, starting towards Kalrik.
Kalrik snickered. "Trying to ruin another little one?" he asked his former apprentice, his face shadowed.
"Not as bad as you did."
"Look who's talking."
"Why did you come back?"
"Why do you think?"
"Stop answering my questions with questions."
"What's wrong?"
"What do you mean 'what's wrong'?"
"Why did you choose the path you did?"
"Why do you think?"
"Because I mistakenly thought that you were good inside." At that, Kalrik's head lifted, yet his face was still shadowed. "I gave you everything, and you tossed it away."
Galrick scuffed. "'Gave me everything'? You call taking my true power away 'giving me everything'?!"
"I didn't take your power away," Kalrik answered, warning in his tone. "You took it away yourself."
Galrick's hands clenched into fists. "Leave, you bastard."
"I'll never leave."
And, suddenly, there was something in his eyes. A boyish glow that never died. "You promised."
"I lied."
"I thought you never lied."
"Maybe that was a lie."

"I'm not sure exactly," Laurel responded, trying to follow the gut feeling that told her Shana was nearby. "Somewhere around here I think."

Shana ignored her and turned around, picking up one of the officer's still sweaty hands. She kicked his gun with such force that it broke when it hit the concrete wall. "Why?" she asked, pausing so she could make her mouth form the words she wanted to say. "Because you're stupid and a burden and I will never need someone like you to survive."

Laurel took both flowers and held them gingerly in her hands. "They're beautiful," she commented, absorbed in the bright colors. But then she remembered who all this was for. 'Shana...' "But we have to go," she added quickly, stashing the plants in her bag and hauling Lorelei behind her as she headed towards an area of town that was left abandoned after a large fire.

Shana rolled her eyes and stood, swaying slightly but quickly regaining her balance. "Because," she started, brushing off some dirt that clung to her shirt. "You give away people who are trying to help you. And that's stupid." 'Actually, that's MORE than 'stupid'. It's freaking retarded!'
Galrick raised an eyebrow. "Now, now girls. You'll have plenty of time to sort this out while you help me hide these bodies.

Claire raised an eyebrow. "'Bickering'? I don't see any 'bickering' going on here."

Catrina pushed lightly on the door, watching as it fell to the floor with a thud. "Hello?" she called out into the black abyss, cupping her hands around her mouth to project her voice further. "Is anyone here?!"

Shana shot a glare at Victoria. Even through her always-hazy thoughts, she could think of a thousand names to call this girl that had practically executed her. "I'm sorry." 'Ha! Sorry?! Sorry for killing someone who was actually thinking about coming back to save you?!' "Never," she growled.
Galrick shook his head. "Well isn't this nice? Two tigers and one lamb. I don't like this outcome."

Laurel took the flower into her hand, lifting it to her nose to smell it. 'Perfect,' she thought. "What about a bluebonnet?"

Galrick turned, narrowing his eyes. "Get out here," he commanded, feeling Shana's energy, even if he couldn't see her.
'YOU STUPID, STUPID, STUPID GIRL!!!' Shana screamed mentally, ducking farther into the shadows. 'You don't GIVE AWAY WHERE YOUR PARTNER IS. Now we have no hope of rescue - either of us.' Shana took a step back through the crack in the wall, a loud crack reverberating off the walls. Shutting her eyes closed and whispering all sorts of profanity, she made a run for the door.
Galrick called after her, growling after she stayed on-corse for the door. 'If that's how you want to play...' He focused his energy on Shana, causing her to stop unwillingly in her tracks.
Shana cursed under her breath.
"I thought we should play some more," he explained, forcing her to turn around and walk towards him. Her steps were rigid, unwilling, like an old puppet. When finally he released her at his feet, she was gasping for air. "Leaving your friend just like that? Tsk, tsk. You two should apologize."

Laurel debated her answer for a moment. 'I need a buttercup anyway...' "A buttercup," she answered slowly, trying to sound authentic.

His grin widened. 'I want your power: the power to manipulate sound,' he signed, becoming faster as he continued to tell Victoria his plans - or was he? 'I don't want your sisters. If you join me, I promise protection to them. But if you don't...' He paused, chuckling under his breath like the madman he was, 'I can't promise anything.'
'Is he THREATENING us?' Shana thought, disbelief prominent on her face. 'BLACKMAILING us? Just WHO does he think he IS?'

Claire rolled her eyes, waving her hand dismissively. "Do whatever you want. I'm just putting the idea out there."

Catrina snuck through the hole in the barbed wire fence. 'You know...for going through the trouble of putting a fence up, a lot of good it's doing for them.' She took in the massive building standing before her: its cracked windows, worn brick, and rusted tin roof. "Meet me at the abandoned building at Summer Street, and I'll tell you the truth." Sighing, Catrina trudged forward, unaware of what lied beyond the wrecked door.

Shana watched with mild curiosity as Mozart joined Victoria. 'What will happen next?' "What?" she managed to whisper.
Galrick grinned wickedly. 'Everything' he signed back.

Claire had lived enough real-life CSI to know what usually came next. 'Now they hunt you down. And the only way to get protection is to go to the police, give up your name, and slip under the radar. No contact with former relatives or anything.' "There's something wrong with that," Claire stated matter-of-factly. "Both of you getting the SAME LETTER? Don't you think you guys should be going like...what did we do wrong to have people hunting our parents and now us? Or, more exactly, what did our PARENTS do wrong?"

Shana shot a disgusted look to the dog that had nestled its way in beside her and seemed to be making itself at home. Turning back to the peephole, she watched the scene unfolding before her.
"I must say," Galrick began, his face a mixture of giddy, evil, plotting and passive amusement. "That was quite the feat you just accomplished."

Kalrik emerged from the gate, a shower of white lights and endless fields beyond him.
"Shana," the voice whispered, the butterfly emerging with orange and red and black wings: a monarch.
"Yes," Kalrik answered, his voice low as he peeled back his hood, revealing a face full of scars that shimmered in the early morning light of the fields. "I've watched her."
"How is she?" the butterfly asked, hope in its voice - the voice of a woman.
"She is getting along fine. Soon, though, her powers will be revealed."
Silence fell over the two of them.
"That's okay," the insect whispered. "At least she knows."

Laurel stared at the tiny flower in Lorelei's hand. "I have the power to make things grow at my will for protection." "Wow," was all she could respond with, gazing at the flower with disbelief.