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7-The Girl From Philedelia

"Who are you?" he asked, "And how are you so strong?" he asked, weakly, and I can see him drifting in and out of consciousness from the immense pain he's under.

"You're asking too many questions,," and with that, she walked away, rubbing the pain in her temples.

"So she's definitely not a Southie," Danny smiled, "And I once again was right,"

"But if she's not a Southie," Amber's voice rings from behind us, and we turned to see her standing there with gazed eyes. "Who the hell is she?" she asked, and I turned back to see the girl has disappeared.

"That's what I've been wondering since she got here." I spoke, and my mind went back to the scene of her levitating before me.
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I groaned once more, feeling the ache of my temples crush my brain into smaller pieces, making me feel my back against against a tree. I closed my eyes, leaning and falling upon the tree in pain.

"Fighting those idiots did not make this shit better," I seethed, and forced my eyes closed to stop the tears from springing out. I puffed out a deep breath, trying to regain control, but the pain was getting to be too much, and I felt myself fighting to stay awake.

"Here she is," I heard vaguely and I couldn't open my eyes to see who it was in front of me. I groaned, still rubbing my head in numbing pain, at this point my fingers aren't even doing anything to soothe the pain.

"She doesn't look too good," another voice spoke, and I tried to growl, but I think it sounded more like a whimper.

"Don't take me," I whispered, "If you do, when I wake up there will be hell to pay," I threatened, and my hands went limp in unconsciousness.

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I groaned, turning my head to the side away from the blinding lights I woken up under. I couldn't even keep my eyes open, and just let the darkness sweep me away again.

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"The fact that you thought you could trust," the word was blanked out as if my ears were closed, "is hilarious!" a deep voice chuckled darkly, and I shivered, turning to see warping figures standing on a throne. I turned to my left, seeing Chief, and a feeling of relief falls over me, but the face he bears is everything short of happiness.

"How could you?" he asked, walking right past me. I frowned, but quickly changed putting my attention back towards the two warping figures. "HOW COULD YOU?" Chief yelled, and I jumped.

Why the fuck am I so, emotional?

"It was all a plan, the end game!" the huge warping figure yelled with another chuckle, "My parents dropped," yet another blank, "Outside of the Northside gate, someplace where Dr. Belbum would find," another blank.

Why is my dream censoring out the person's identity?

"When it was time for his monthly voyage. We knew a kind soul like him would take care of, blank," my head started to burn as I attempted to zoom in on the empty wordings my brain won't allow me to recognize. "Like his own, and was there through everything! Feeding us everything you fed in order to put our side one step ahead of you, giving us the one up! She had her mission, and sister," the large warp turning towards the small one, hands sticking out from the forms to embrace each other, "You passed with flying colors,"

I gasped.

It's a she.

"You son of a bitch!" Chief seethed, and I grabbed his hands.

"Why can't I touch you?" I asked, once my hands passed right through his. "WHY CAN'T I TOUCH YOU!" I yelled this time, looking down to see my body itself was warping. "No," I whispered, stepping back. "No!" I exclaimed, and I feel my hands reach for the sky as my body was falling from the cliff.