((S'okay!))

Skye cringed and averted her eyes, though she knew it was Cecilia's fault. "I didn't-" she began, but thought better of accusing the brutal leader of the threesome. "-I'm sorry! Just...don't hurt me!"

(Geez, poor Skye!)

"Please. Like I could hurt you," Cecilia said, referring to her superiors.

((That's the point.))

"Like that's stopped you before," Skye muttered almost inaudibly, shaking her head.

(I know, I know, but...you make her seem worse than ALISSA!!! And that should not be POSSIBLE!!!)

Cecilia pulled a knife out of her pocket and pressed it to Skye's neck, ready to run her through with it. "You have anything to say to me?" she demanded.

((Hehe. Yeah, but she's only "Alissa-bad" to Skye. She's nice to everyone else who's an Original.))

Skye whimpered, but didn't move a muscle. Skye was used to death threats. She got one each week--on a good week. ((There's a spin on Dobby's line.)) "No," she breathed. "Sorry."

(stop killing me.)

"I am contacting our supereors, they love to experiment on forgetful rebals!" Annie said evily.

((Ha-ha, Zuria.))

Skye squealed, still rendered immobile by the blade at her throat. "No! I'm sorry, alright? Just...please. Mercy. Pity. Peace."

((Quoting a kid from Beowulf there. The child king whose father was killed, leaving him to be king said that. Can't remember his name, though. Beowulf said he would follow the child because he spoke of mercy, pity, and peace; "Good qualities in a king." Yeah, I DID just have that memorized. Hahahaha.))

"Stop quoting reader! You know there is consequences to your actions." Ave said while calling their superiors.

"It was Beowulf," Skye corrected Annie softly, her eyes downcast. "Please don't call them. I'm sorry."

((Your character in this area is Annie, not Avelina. Haha, typo!))

"They alreadly know, I am just calling him for reasurence." Anie said. (Oopsy)

"No need," Cecilia told Annie, hanging up Annie's phone. She turned to Skye. "Watch yourself. Next time, I may just...slip."

(You have no idea how much it kills me to say that to you.)

"Fine then, but no more taking breaks from driving. You are getting back in front of the wheel now." Annie said pulling over for them to switch.

Skye nodded mutely, rubbing her neck where the cold prick of Cecelia's dagger had been. Opening the car door, Skye climbed out and took her place in the driver's seat. "What's our destination again?" Skye asked timidly, wondering, 'Why the h-e-double-hockey-sticks can't I stand up to these evil little pricks?'

" California, that is what our contacts say they are." Annie says climbing into the passengers seat.

"Oh, alright." Skye started the engine and pulled off the shoulder of the road.

"We haven't heard from Alex for a while, I wonder where she is?" Annie asked.

Skye focused on the road, wondering if she was supposed answer Annie's question.

"Well?" Annie asked mostly to make another nasty comment to Skye.

"Huh?" Skye asked, then gave a start. "Oh, sorry. Uhmm... I don't know."

"Well, ok then." Annie said.

Skye looked back at the road, contemplating her awful time with these so-called "Originals." 'What the heck is wrong with Clones, anyways? I've got to find those people in the daydream....'

'I wonder if we will ever catch those horrible clones!' Annie thought to herself,'if Skye knew what they did to us, how many of us they killed. She would not be so fond of them, she would hate them as much as we do.'

Skye clenched her jaw, but said nothing. She wondered if Annie could somehow sense her thoughts.

((Which she shouldn't because she can't read minds))

(Yeah,she was thinking you know.) Annie looked over at Skye and wondered what she truly thought of them.

((Right-oh!))

Skye noticed Annie's glare, but ignored it best she could. Trying to keep her face free of emotions, the frightened girl focused on driving.

Annie wondered if they were ever going to go back to a normal, probably not.

((I really have no comment to that. Hahaha. I'm just gonna wait for Zuria on Tuesday morning, probably. Ah well))

((Not bad, thank you for something))

((No problem, Talia! Nice Gir!))