Camaraderie

It was the day of the Happening. When buildings collapsed and walls crumbled. Where the children died. All but twenty-seven. Twenty-seven was the magic number. It was February 7th, 2007 when the plan was finally completed. The plan to eradicate humanity, and all the glory and corruption that goes with it.

~March 2, 128 AH(After the Happening)~

-Kira-

Kira tapped her charcoal rhythmically against the floor. Words flushed over the top of her head and continued on, an interminable flow.

"And then Our Founders created Lysen and we have been at peace ever since. You may all be dismissed," the Elder finished, the wrinkles on her face seeming to grow and retract with each breath. Kira waited until all but five of the Younglings had left, before she too joined the crowd and became one of the many blonde-haired girls streaming out of the hut.

Shouts mingled in the air as Kira purposefully stepped on the driest parts of the ground she could find. Lysen's soil was always awash in moist mud that collected on their feet and refused to come off. It was Day B of Month C of year ABH. In the numeral form that all the J Younglings had to learn, it was Day 2 of Month 3 of year 128. None of the Younglings truly understood the numerics, but it seemed to come to them naturally. Kira herself had learned the number system a few years ago, so she was now a L Youngling.

She continued trudging down a plowed furrow, making sure what she was stepping on was soil that hadn't been planted. The A Virtue was carefulness, after all.

"Kira!"

She turned to see her sister, Pheobe, running towards her. "Careful!" Kira yelled back, afraid her sister was going to slip. Instead, the G Youngling stepped and side-stepped easily over to her sister, who reprimanded her, "You really need to be more careful Pheobe."

"But why? It's not as if I'm going to fall and hurt myself."

"But you should still be careful!"

The conversation ground to a halt as Pheobe stared at the ground and Kira huffed.

The sisters walked huffily the rest of the way home. Home was a cedar-wood hut, with a small porch and three rooms. One room was the main room, with the cooking area and the entertainment area. The next room was slightly smaller, and was Kira and Pheobes parents room. The last room was the girls' room.

Opening the door for her sister, Kira sighed. School had been especially boring today, and she didn't understand why they had to learn about the Founders of Lysen. As far as she knew, there was nothing special about them. But oh, was she wrong.

~February 7, 2007 AD~

-Phillipe-

Phillipe was bored. His fingers twitched and his mind continuously wandered elsewhere. What was his brother doing right now? Or his sister?

"Phil?" the questioning voice of the therapist rang out, "Phil, I can't help you if you refuse to speak."

Continuing his silent facade of not caring, the Latino boy dubbed Phil drummed his fingers on his leg, the dark jeans as solid as it's owners hate.

"Phil. I would hate to have to tell your mother you refuse to cooperate."

Having lost his father when he was ten, Phillipe didn't see the point in being good and nice and perfect. What was the point, if no one cared anyways? No one, except for her. A blonde, but the smartest girl in the world. Gray eyes that stared into his very soul and knew all that he was, all that he is, and all that he will be. Glyssana.

Of course, she was way out of Phil's league, and was part of that group of cute nerdy girls that no self-respecting man would hang around with. Even if they're especially cute. Or pretty.

...okay, maybe he wanted to at least talk to her. It's not as if he had friends of his own that would judge him. As a matter of fact, he had no friends at all.

"Phillipe Mason Jones," the therapist scolded. His full name was used only on occasion when Phil was completely out of it. The therapist, who he has been instructed to call Jean, knew him well enough after more than a year of consulting to know that he wasn't going to get up from his stupor easily.

"Yes Jean?" Phil asked, sarcasm practically dripping from his words, "How can I help you?"

~February 7th, 2007 AD~

-Glysanna-

Peering at the titles of the books, Glys muttered anxiously to herself about deadlines and studies. She wasn't always so worried, but today was no ordinary day.

Today was the day the plans went into action, the day all their dreams would be realized. Their, of course, being LYSEN (Literal Years Superfluous Energy Nature). In shorter terms, the plan to stop the use of extra, unneeded energy.

With their plan, all but 27 of the world's inhabitants would die. Those people would be randomly selected from the database of all children between the ages of 13 and 19, with thirteen of them being girls and fourteen being boys. The plan was carefully thought out, with millions of people around the globe ready to kill. To fight. LYSEN's leaders knew the world would fall quickly, once exposed to the threat of a virus. An unstoppable virus.

Scientists had recently created the most deadly pathogen in all history. It spread quickly and easily, and only LYSEN had the cure. Any researchers able to figure out an alternative to the remedy would be already dead.

Yes, Glysanna thought, today is the day.

~Februrary 7, 2007~

-Cassy-

Walking down the street, Cass was returning home from school. Her phone was continuously beeping with texts from he best friends, Miranda and Ethan. They were discussing the cute boys in class (Ethan was gay), and currently they were discussing the short-tempered, gothic Drake. Cassy read the conversation, feeling a bit too lazy to reply.

Miranda: OMG isn't Drake hot???

Ethan: Yeah totally :3

Miranda: I wonder where Cass is. She usually freaks whenever we mention him lol

She could feel herself blushing at the accusation, fingers poised to deny everything when she was called, "Casssssss~" a high voice twittered, "Wait up!"

She turned to face her most hated classmate, Georgia. Her irritating personality ground on everyone's nerves, and it didn't help that she walks the same way home as Cassy. "Are you going home? I'll walk with you!" Georgia exclaimed peppily.

"Um, no, that's okay, I'm almost there. Please, go back to what you were doing."

As usual, she didn't leave and Cass was forced to walk home in a pit of irritation. As soon as she was home she bolted into her room to turn on some soothing jazz. Don't judge. The radio station she was listening to suddenly stopped the music, so Cass perked up to see why.

"Recently, people have started to die from unknown causes. At first, it was a few but now it is thousands in a manner of minutes. Lock all doors and windows to y-"

The radio cut off into static, and a hand covered Cass' mouth. She tried to scream, but quickly lost the strength. Blacking out, she faintly recognized a smell that seemed like.. chloroform?