Save Us From Their Long Run

It's All a War

***Pay Attention to POVS in this One, They Change Alot {Swears}***

Jordan's POV

Jordan can't breathe. He breaks his heart all over again when he thinks that it can't be as hard as for his as it is for Isabel, though. He was supposed to take her with. He wasn't supposed to leave her. Now at least nine kids might not live through the night, and Aaron might be one of them. Isabel is already among the dead. There's no going back on this now.

Avery's POV

"Is that really her?"

I stared incredulously at the screen in front of me. Lydia was leaning against her desk, looking somber. Alex had left the room with Breanna after the video replayed the fifth time. Zach's blank gaze moved to Lydia and back to the screen, but his thoughts were not clear. Caylen had a hand over her mouth the entire time, but Toby and I could only hope that what we were seeing was fake.

"It is."

It took me a minute to register what kept repeating on the computer. Rose, still looking as if she was beaten daily, shooting two people point blank. Tears threatened to form as I heard the children shout for the parents she had just murdered, but they were soon silenced by another woman.

"Surveillance footage from an old warehouse we tracked them to. It was too late for the children by the time my men got there." Lydia explained.

I brought my hands to rest on the back of my neck, hanging my head down as thought after thought rushed through my head. Was she really that far gone? As the scene replayed once more I finally shut the laptop, pacing the room. All I ever wondered was if there was a chance to get her back, to rescue her from the agents of Project 9, but now I had doubts.

"Should I keep you updated on her? Avery you need to see that there is no reaching her. Look at her eyes, they're blank. I don't think she remembers much of any morals she had before they erased her memories." Caylen started, but I was having none of it.

"Just- yeah I want to know, but spare me the details. This still.."

I wanted to tell her how it still hurt, but let's spare ourselves a pity party. Walking back to my room was routine, and I felt like my entire motions were on auto pilot and the switch to flip it off was malfunctioning. Opening my notebooks splayed across the bed I began the homework we were assigned, but it didn't consume as much time as I wanted it to. Finishing, I checked the time on the watch I had taken from Toby.

No one would be out of their rooms now. I took the opportunity to shuffle downstairs into the kitchen, but stopped abruptly when I realized I was not alone in the room. I felt myself involuntarily retreating, but a sigh from Caylen stopped me. Deciding I was too hungry to care if she was bothered I raided the fridge for whatever I could scrounge up and turned to hole myself up back in my bedroom.

A hand on my arm was the only thing keeping me in place. "Ave?" Breanna's soft voice sounded.

My gaze directed toward her, but I was already exhausted. "Can you sit down with me?" she asked quietly.

I wanted to refuse, to speed up to my quarters and lock the door like I always did, but her pleading eyes reminded me of long ago, when Rose and I were subject to Breanna's will when she used her puppy dog eyes. I gave in.

Nodding slowly I saw her eyes widen, but she still lead me to the small booth table in the corner where Caylen also sat. As we seated ourselves I realized just how awkward this whole situation was. I don't think I've spoken to Bree in a week. "I had an idea earlier, just to boost the spirits in the house."

She had caught my attention. All I wanted was to be alright, but I was stuck in a never ending spiral of pain. Any way to ease my mind of what was going on was welcome. "We should have a sleepover.." she began, and Caylen was nodding vigorously.