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Claire's mind whirled into a violent world. 'I will not faint; I will not faint,' she told herself, 'not in front of these strangers'. Because, at this point, Claire WANTED to trust Crystal and Trista, but something told her she shouldn't. A horrible, gut feeling that told her these were the wrong people to get involved with. "Nothing," she whispered, perhaps lower than she should've, since she herself wouldn't have believed it.

Galrick glanced up from his perch on top of the counter where cookies were supposed to be bought and sold. "Oh?" he asked, hands folded neatly in his lap as if he were the model for a sculpture. "The deaf one?" His eyes wandered, taking in all of Victoria. 'When the Paranormal PUAAW said that I might want to get my hands on a deaf girl named Victoria...somehow I'd expected more.'
When Mozart barked, Galrick's gaze shot down.
"Want to explain why the mutt is making a puddle on the floor?" he asked Rosa calmly, although he was far from it.

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Laurel scrambled to her feet, and, not knowing what else to do, followed Lorelei. 'I'll come back for you Shana. I promise.' And, in a way, she was keeping her promise. Because, if she was captured or killed, she would never be able to save her little sister.

Kalrik stayed with Shana all the way to the abandoned bakery, occasionally taking a glance in the rearview mirror to see a stoic Alora. Obviously, she wasn't one for idle chit-chat because her lips were set into a firmly thin line and her eyes were glued on the road ahead (or at least what was left of it) without emotion. Out of the blue, Shana wondered if that was just the way she was or if someone had brought her up to be that way.
Finally, they rolled into the parking lot of what Kalrik assumed was their hideout, he took a step back from Shana, eyes locking with hers in a way that seemed to say "Don't do anything stupid".
Shana stumbled behind Alora after she'd unbound her legs, though her hands were still locked in a mangled mess of ropes and knots.
Pushing on the heavy doors that let out a groan of protest as she did so, Alora stepped through the doorway with a still shell shocked Shana trailing behind her, although it wasn't of free will. "I, Baby, have brought the one we talked about. The one who can read minds."
At this, Galrick was intrigued, momentarily forgetting all about Victoria and her little dog. "Oh," he whispered, taking in Shana completely: her perfect figure, her pale skin, her long, silky hair, and her pale blue eyes. "SHE," he started, "is what I was expecting."
Alora smiled at him sweetly, although her grip on Shana's arm was slightly too tight.

Kalrik followed, keeping to the shadows even though her was a ghost. He stopped mid-thought as he realized who the person that was running his hand across the curve of Shana's shoulder was: Galrick.
Quickly, he ducked behind the wall, not scared but purposefully not a masochist. He'd seen Galrick once before. He'd raised him. He'd turned him into what he was-
'No,' he told himself firmly. 'That was his own doing. I tried to save him...but he was too broken.' Regaining his composure, he glanced around the corner again, watching as Galrick's eyes playfully slid past Alora and to Shana. 'You sick bastard.'

"Where are you going?!" Laurel shouted into the forest, tripping over roots that splayed across the pathway.

"Victoria?" Laurel asked, eyebrows raised as she continued towards the path Shana had been dragged along. "Who's that?"

Shana gripped the car doors. "Don- you ba-tar-" she growled through the tape covering her mouth, all her free limbs striking at anything in an attempt to hit Alora.
She snatched Shana's legs (which were actually one leg at the moment) and tossed them into the van. "Just follow orders, you little Tard," she sighed, pushing on Shana's torso so that she rolled like a hot dog into the main section of the van.
Shana fought back the tears that ringed her throat. 'Sister...' "I'll never give up on you. I promise." 'Please...hurry.'

Kalrik lurked at the edge of the forest, watching Shana as if she were his prey, although with a bit more fatherly love. "I told you to watch your back," he muttered, his hood completely veiling his features. Sunlight streamed through the trees behind him; it was almost noon. Sighing out of exasperation, he recited his lesson, "Never let them get you into a corner. Once you're cornered, you're dead. Never get into a vehicle with anyone you do not, completely and absolutely, trust. Once they can drive away with you, your chance of being rescued plummets." He watched carefully as Shana cried, a tear spotting the blanket under her. 'Never listen, do you?' Frowning, he started toward where Shana lay, his movements graceful and fluid like water. 'I should keep her company.' Stepping through the door of the van, he reached out, gently stroking Shana's hair. Despite his normal uptightness, he figured now was the time to be tenderhearted. "She'll come back for you," he reassured, although he had no idea if she would. And, frankly, why would he care? She and her sister were just two more souls he had to look after, two more reckless monkeys who thought they could do whatever they wanted. Yet-Yet he would never abandon them.
Suddenly, his past popped up like an ugly grave dug up from under the Earth. That was why he cared about them. THAT was what was so different-
He shook his head again and removed his hand from Shana's hair.

The thought of Shana sent a shock of fear through Laurel. It seemed, for the first time in her life, she had momentarily forgotten about her beloved sister. "She's..." She shook her head, not finding time to explain. "Just follow me!" She sprinted down the path toward where she suspected Shana to have been kidnapped to.

Hands grasped Shana from behind, dragging her back. "Foolish girl," Alora hissed, dropping her good-girl facade. "You're coming back with me whether you like it or not." At that, she bounded Shana's hands and feet with rope she'd suddenly produced from her seemingly infinitely large pockets.

Laurel bit her lip, because, even though she didn't want to believe them, Lorelei's words made sense. Standing straighter, she held out her hand. "Laurel Wilkins. Nice to meet you."

Shana flung her leg back, knocking Alora off-balance. As Alora let out a grunt of protest, Shana took off, clawing at the duct tape around her lips.

Help, help,
Hear my fearful yelps!
The sun has set, the sun hath set!
Never surrender, never forget!

Laurel watched, shocked, as Lorelei showed off her talents. She, in no point in time, would ever be able to do anything that amazing. Well, unless saving your sister from a mental hell counts on the list of "Good Deeds of Laurel Wilkins". "Your mom just TOLD you?" Her eyes still held a look of disbelief.

Laurel gazed at her incredulously. "What makes you so sure?" While her voice on the outside sounded firm, inside she was shocked. 'She just mutilated that bush!' But then it dawned on her, a horrible thought yet she still held onto it. 'She can get me the plants I need. The ones I need to save Shana.'

Shana continued to wrestle in Alora's grasp.
"I swear...if you don't stop wiggling, I'll kill you right now!" she hissed, shaking off the pain that Shana's kick to her shin had brought about.
Shana glared at her above the shiny duct tape. She then proceeded to mumble something that sounded like "bastard".
Alora's eyes widened. "Such strong words for a lady to use."
Shana groaned and flailed her hand out, snatching a tree and digging her nails into the thick bark.

Laurel paused when she heard Lorelei's call. Turning, she asked in a voice just above a whisper, "Who's there?"
When, finally, she caught sight of the windblown girl, she caught her from falling over. 'Who IS she?' "Whoa, there." Setting her down on her feet again, she repeated her mental question. "Who are you?"

Shana huffed as Alora dragged her toward the parking lot, digging her heels into the ground in hopes of delaying her departure.
"Stop, RESISTING," Alora grunted, hauling Shana behind her and traveling as fast as she can, which, with Shana's resistance, was a snail's pace.
Shana mumbled something through the duct tape that covered her lips.
Alora sighed and glanced deep into the forest, getting a feeling they were being followed.

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Laurel aroused from her artificially induced sleep and lifted her head from the ground, her face covered in tiny pebbles from the dirt beneath her. 'Shana...'

Shana rushed through the forest, following her sister's orders to the T, although they weren't exactly that specific. "Run, Shana. Run." She tried to steady her breathing, slowing her pace slightly to accommodate for the lack of air movement through her lungs. "Run," she whispered to herself in between pants. Then, quoting Serenity, she continued: "I'm a leaf on the wind, watch me soar."

Laurel jumped to her feet as if she was a wound up mouse that'd just been released. 'Shana. I have to find her.' Taking off into the opposite direction, praying she would find her sister, she passed Kalrik with a gust of wind, completely oblivious to his presence.

Kalrik sighed, walking in the direction Shana had fled. 'Never listens, does she?' He pursed his lips underneath his heavy black hood, debating his next move. He could try to save Shana, but what would she learn then? Sighing yet again for what felt like the thousandth time since he'd met Shana, he followed her tracks which she didn't hide very well. He chucked this up to her panicked state, but something told him she hadn't listened when he'd lectured her on hiding either.

Shana glanced ahead of her, halting immediately when she came face-to-face with the red-haired Alora. "Help you?" she asked quietly, timidly taking a few steps forward. "Run, Shana. Run."
Alora raised her head slightly, a quizzical look lurking its way across her features. 'She doesn't even know. WOW.' "Actually, you can Shana." She reached to the back of her belt where a dagger hung. "You can come with me." She slid the weapon from its sheath and positioned it so that it kissed her throat. "Or you can die."
Shana glared at the dagger, eyes going wide. "Who?" she asked shakily, remembering her sister's words. "Trust no one. They'll find out my secret, and they won't hesitate to use you against me. But I won't abandon you. I promise. No matter what."
Alora smirked. "Who am I?" She chuckled slightly under her breath. "I'm your worst nightmare."

Silver glints across the sky,
While in the deadly hand it lies,
Crafted to be beautiful and perfect,
All the while to be a fatal object,
Hilt the shade of sunlight,
Darkness the color of moonlight.

"Strike?" 'Really? Come on Rosa...can't you think of better code than that on the spot? You're practically telling them our plan.' Alora growled at the pink electronic device and launched the phone at Laurel, watching as it shattered into thousands of components and Laurel hit the ground with a thud.

Shana was too stunned to utter a word. "What are you doing here?" she whispered, contempt obvious in her voice.
"Stopping you from doing what you're about to do."
Shana tried to push her way past him but Kalrik caught her arm. "Let go of me," she growled.
"I've seen quite a few things in my time, Shandalia. Don't make the mistake you're about to."
Shana ripped her wrist out of his grasp. "I'm fine, thank you very much."
He closed his eyes as if letting her go brought him pain and stepped aside. "I'll pray for your safety."

Alora fumbled in her pocket, snatching her phone out once again before the insistent buzzing gave her away.
"I have an eye on the target," it said.
Alora exhaled a breath she wasn't sure she'd been holding. "Obviously not the targets I do. I found the spiky-haired one Baby wanted. Which ones are your's?"

Laurel caught the light glistening off of two almost black eyes. "Get back Shana. Do you hear me?" She gulped. "RUN. NOW."
Shana took a hesitant step backward, tripping over some small pebbles. 'Run? Why? Why do we always need to run?' She took a glance into the thicket and shot her sister a look of disdain. How dare she back down? How were they supposed to live life when they couldn't face danger?
"SHANA. NOW. LEAVE."
Shana fought back the feeling of her throat closing up and shot through the forest, following her sister's orders. "Run, Shana. Run."
Then she stopped, dead in her tracks, when she saw his face.

UR MOM

^ xD okay...if u want it blunt it means u got big boobs and hips
< hopes shay is satisfied now and we can move on
V is satisfied?

Claire didn't want to think about the true reasons her sister might be missing. "Well...maybe she finds apartment building perimeters...unsafe, or something." 'Half believable? No chance.'

The only sound that surrounded the shrouded shadows in the forest was the faint whisper of Alora's breathing and the soft, almost drum-like beat of Galrick's voice as it came through the speaker on Alora's cell phone.
"Are you keeping watch?" it asked, soft and low - the voice Alora would jump off the end of the earth for.
"Yes," she whispered softly, her cheeks turning slightly pink at the thoughts that'd just filled her mind. Sighing slightly, she let her eyes rest on two girls making their way through the forest. She caught the trademark spiky black hair and blue eyes that were slightly clouded over: the girl she'd been sent to watch for. "Um...Baby?"
"Yes?" the phone sang.
"I think I found 'em."

Laurel glanced up, suddenly alarmed. Something was wrong; the forest was quiet, TOO quiet. Her hand shot to Shana's arm, thrusting her sister behind her. 'Someone's watching us,' she thought to herself, thoughts that were heard by Shana as well. 'Who?'
Shana took in the darkness of the trees and the overgrown leaves that spilled from the undergrowth. Who WAS watching them? Shana didn't see anything. Then she caught it: a burst of red amongst green.

Red hair like fire,
An evil, brilliant desire,
Not one that good had inspired,
But one that crackled like the everlasting fire.

'Oh boy...' "Um...I'm not sure. She can handle herself though, and you know how crazy she is about protection. Maybe she's just securing the perimeter or something."

Shana held her sister's hand, keeping her head down so that Laurel couldn't read her expression, couldn't know what she was thinking. Because, on that little trail in the woods, Shana was hatching a plan that could mean life or death. "To be, or not to be, that is the question." Shana sighed. What good would Shakespeare do her now?
Laurel gripped her sister's hand tighter, as if the connection would mean that Shana could never leave. As if it would mean they would keep their house forever, living in an undisturbed peace. She wanted that for her sister; she wanted that for HERSELF, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't delude herself and lose herself in a world of her imagination. She couldn't abandon Shana and try to pretend that everything would be okay, that everything would be alright. Because, if Laurel knew one thing for sure, it would be that everything indeed WOULDN'T be alright, not unless Laurel found a way to fix things, and fast. She tried not to think about the termination notice she recieved from the electric company the day before. "Ms. Laurel Wilkins, we regret to inform you that, due to your recurring late payments, we will be forced to terminate your service..." 'Good Lord,' Laurel thought to herself. 'I can never let that happen to Shana.' She made a mental note to head to the compnay's headquarters and beg, because that method always worked for her.
Shana lifted her eyes, just enough that she could see around herself in the secluded forest.

Birds whisper in the trees,
A song sung unto thee,
A brilliant symphony,
Brought forth from me to thee.

^ lol. nothing for u to worry about xD *cough*itstalkingabouthavingagoodfigure*cough*
< doesn't think she should mention words like that to shay again
V wants me to still mention words like that?