This is a trilogy consisting of three story beginnings. I'd like a few reviews to indictae which story I should continue.

Thanks,

Phoenix

"The Dome"

The five companions raced through the seemingly deserted warehouse, knowing that somewhere within it's poorly lit aisles, their death waited. The youngest of the group, a small dark haired girl with an overlarge gun, tried desperatly to keep up. They were looking for the Others.

In an unsafe world, there were three groups: Their group, comprised of thirty or so individuals between the ages of thirteen and ninteen; the Drones, who now had absolute monopoly over Earth; and the inhabitants of isolated pockets of normalcy; places the Drones had missed during the take over. It was these little, scattered Hamlets that presented the problem.

At one time or another, the Others had been completely oblivious to the existance of Drones, or people, outside their bubble. Unfortunatly, a certain few had gotten out and realized the state the world was in, and instead of joining the Rebels (as they were known), they chose neither side, but seemed to think that they could make a better stand. Which would have been inconsequential. Except it wasn't.

One sadistic man, name unknown, thought that if the Others won, the Rebels would resent them and attempt a coup of the reformed government. So he began to kill off the Rebels.

Which brings us back to the warehouse. Fox ran on, trying to keep her gun hidden so when they ran into Debbie's patrol she could catch them off guard and take out her patrol's long-time enemy. Squeezing between Ace and Megs, she looked up.

"Where were they last seen?" She addressed her question to Ace, knowing Megs didn't like her.

Ace smiled down at her, his dark, six foot frame leaning down to her level as Doc stopped the patrol to sweep for Drones.

"Right around here, darling, and don't worry-you'll get to kill Debbie eventually." He chuckled. Megs rolled her eyes. Looking forward suddenly, Fox new a Drone was near by she could feel it. Taking out her gun, she barely heard Doc order everyone to open fire. A drone had rounded the corner. Doc, David, and Megs ran on past the Drone while Fox blasted it repeatedly with Ace covering her. She aimed her shots at it's torso, knowing it had guns of it's own.

"Voyage"

Feeling the rolling waves under the dest, Tarin felt at home. He finally could relax. So far away from all that had happened.... Yes, he could let the sea take him away from the Hell he'd crawled out of.

Tarin stood at the prow, letting the spray cool him. Nothing for miles but blue water. He had food, safety, and most importantly, he had Daphne.

The only person he could honestly say he loved was Daphne. He'd taken her away from them because of it. Her long black hair and kind green eyes and welcoming arms... She was loving, joyful, and beyond all else, she was herself. He had her, and he was away from them, and nothing else would ever matter again.

"Retribution"

She waited in the dark, listening to the music that wasn't there. He'd be back soon. Had to keep her eyes open, didn't she? Justice was needed. Most definitly, after what he did. He'd killed part of her sould, part of her mnd, and some of the love between herself and her boyfriend. She'd been taken in by him...

He'd come to her and offered her things, hurt her, and then held her and kissed her, saying it was all alright.

Anti-social bastard. Charming, and always surrounded by his stupid friends... little pissant son of a whore thought he was special. She'd show him.

Gripping her knife tighter, she watched his car pull up. His family would be gone tonight. She'd leave a little surprize for his mommie to find when she got back... that bitch had encouraged him! When he told her about the situation, she'd been proud. That part of the story could be believed, at least. It happened before the bad part; the part they said was her fault... well, we'd see, wouldn't we?

She slipped in the widow, silent as a shadow. Who knew that everything she'd ever learned out of fear would be used to punish someone? Positivly laughable. Her knife blade glinted in the moonlight. A slow smile spread across her face.

"Let's get this over with, shall we?"

FIN