I am SO SORRY for not being able to update! As soon as i wrote the thing about the writers block, i hopped straight onto Schoolyard Wars and began typing. Unfortunately, so much has happened between then and now and i am SO SO SO SO SORRY!

Ugh! I'll stop rambling now.

Mount Elmer Care School
Jack Crowford

Okay, lets get something straight. I understand where Paisley's coming from with the whole 'I wont kill anyone' thing, and I know she usually does something stupid, but good God she has a LOT of luck on her side. I mean, come on, you have for people here to assassinate you and you're group, one person having an arrow at your forehead, and she goes and drops her weapon!

That makes me a little frustrated. I swear I'm going to get grey hairs at fifteen just by knowing her. Or I'm going to be bald from ripping my hair out.

Yes, I ended up dropping my stuff too, but that was after everyone from their side had also dropped their weapons.

I would like to know exactly what was going on in Paisley's head when she dropped her weapon, but that's a question for a later date.

Mount Elmer Care School
Paisley Thompson

As I stood, staring at everyone's weapons poised to kill, I had a series of flashbacks.

"Oh my god! Churchill! Drop the cockroach!" my mother yelled at the dog. Our boxer, Churchill, looked up at my mother before dropping the bug in its mouth onto the cold, hard floor. It was midwinter, and in the cockroach's condition, it wasn't going to survive. Everyone knew that. Yet, Mum still left the room and walked downstairs.

I looked at Ella who was looking between me and the cockroach.

"We can't let it suffer like that…" I muttered and walked over to the cockroach. My foot was poised over the roach, ready to just step on it. I took a deep breath and pushed my foot down.

I squealed as I felt it body crunch underneath me, the endoskeleton breaking and the whole body collapsing on itself. I ran back to the couch, threw my shoes across the room and curled up in a little ball on the very end of the couch.

I had just ended a life.

That flashback hit me, and then when I was down, they all flooded my head.

He talked about ending one's life as if it were only squishing a bug. When I was ten years old I put a dying cockroach out of its misery in the winter after my dog had chewed it a little, and I felt so horrible for doing it.

Yet here some big guy with a gang is, killing humans, killing his evolutionary and religious brothers like they were cockroaches and he was a shoe.

I sat at home watching a news thing about the current Biker War and it was disgustingly gruesome.

"This may just be the next Cold Blooded Wars episode," the News Anchor read before ending the show. I looked down at the magazine I had in my lap. Looking straight back at me was Mason's ice cold eyes.

"Mason sent us to scope out Elmer's. He told us to tell anyone who got in our path 'buria' and they would let us through. But we need to take Ella with us. It's a matter of smarts and numbers," James said deadpanned, but his voice sounded like he was a gang member himself. Which, technically we were now.

I looked back at Cole's eyes and knew she couldn't hurt me, as I couldn't hurt her. This was it.

I was not going to sit around and do what Mason says. I don't care if it kills me. We are not cockroaches and shoes, we are human beings.

"Look," I looked around at everyone, who had lowered their weapons slightly. I was so gonna get killed saying this.

"Its obvious that no one's gonna get killed," I said quite bluntly. "Face it, we don't have enough bitterness to hurt each other. That's a good thing. We should be so lucky to have lived this long, why are we meant to kill each other?"

"Instead of killing each other… why don't we help each other?" I said slowly. "Join together."

Everyone looked at me and I threw my dagger on the ground and looked at the sky.

"I'm not killing anyone."

My eyes came back to the real world and began to focus after a few moments, when I heard Cole's bow and arrows fall to the ground. I smirked.

'Time to stop playing God, Mason.'

-LATER-

We were sitting around a small fire we had started about an hour ago. Jack and James were sitting next to each other, discussing some thing. All I know is that it wasn't about rainbows and butterflies, as they were demonstrating something with one of Cole's arrows. Christian was talking to Krystal, the both of them just staring at the fire. Nate was making funny faces, Ella laughing at them. And I was talking to Cole.

"We can't just walk around aimlessly," Cole said. "We've been doing that this whole time and the only real thing that happened was finding you on a stroke of luck…"

We were planning what to do next. It isn't exactly easy to just bring down a whole two goddamned gangs by walking up and saying hello. We needed something well thought out.

"So, why do you think Mason has a Russian word for his 'green light' signal?" Christian suddenly asked from across the circle. I looked up at him.

"Maybe he is Russian? Or part Russian?" Ella inquired, shrugging.

Nate scoffed. "Poor Russians."

"Other than talking of Mason's ancestry," Cole spoke up, "What are we gonna do now?"

After some thinking and mumbles, and a hint of yelling Jack stood up. "I think I have an idea…"

His idea was damn good. What? You think I'm telling you his idea?

Okay, maybe I will, just for you guys.

A smile spread across Jack's lips as he explained. "We're gonna need to work together and bring down Mason first. He's got way more guards, and he's more of a threat."

The majority of us frowned. "Okay, so he's a big threat and that makes you think we need to go after him first?" Krystal asked, the sound of her voice making it noticeable that she thought Jack had gone 'cuckoo'.

Jack nodded, ignoring the fact that we currently thought he was crazy. "Yes, get the big threat out of the way first."

Oh. I guess that makes sense.

"Look, first things first, we need two of us to go back to Mason, act like we managed to survive, and get all close with him, get a high rank in guard and thugs, get I dunno, get chummy with him."

"Oh, I just relish in the thought of get chummy with Mason," Christian spat sarcastically, followed by Jack throwing something of some sort at him.

"Try as hard as you can to get on the inside, even if it takes a long time. Once we're on the inside, we can start to bring them down. Starting with Mason. I don't know how this is gonna work, but just… prepare for a bloodbath when it happens."

There was silence. Despite all the killing and the hard work that's gonna be put into this, it may actually work. Of course, we may also end up dead, but lets not dwell on that. Positive thoughts.

We elected Christian and Jack to make it back, and had fun tearing up there clothes and putting some not-so-fake blood on their bodies, with additional bruises. Cole, James, Nate and I stood back and admired our handiwork.

"Tada!" Cole exclaimed, "Now you look like someone tried to kill you!"

Nate stood back and tapped his chin. "Okay, now remember, your best friend and her younger sister were killed before you, as were the rest of us. Look sad, traumatized even. I can always make you cry for emphasis?"

Jack rolled his eyes. "That wont be necessary, seeing Paisley drop her weapon when she had an arrow pointed to her head was stressful enough," he growled and I smiled angelically.

"But I made you four new friends! And I survived while doing so!"

Christian snorted and grabbed Jack's arm.

"Come on, man, lets go get this thing done."

Oh, its seems so short! Im sorry, again.

Please forgive me and go tickle Gerald, the review thingy.

He's right down there.

OH RIGHT! Does anyone want to draw a cover picture for this story for me?