"I am its weapon, and at my hand, its exploits will be painted red for all to mourn." ••• Ella Cassidy has spent the past five years of her life trapped in the midst of a game of tug-of-war between freedom, and the confines of West Pier Juvenile Correctional Facility. On paper, it's a centre dedicated to setting mentally afflicted teens on a path steering away from life in jail. In actuality, it is a facility from which many will never fully escape. The world outside of detention has never felt safe for Ella. And with her on the outside, the world will never be safe from the darkness whirring within her. Uncontrollable is how Ella describes it. It isn't her, it simply acts through her. In the blackness it rises, playing puppet-master to her body, and causing those around her to drop like flies to the ground. She is simply a weapon for something greater than she can comprehend; than anyone can comprehend. Deemed stable enough to be released once again into the province of creation, Ella is fear-stricken. Inside her head, 'It' is scheming. The countdown has begun. Someone will die when the count reaches 'one', and the blood will be on Ella's hands.

Things didn't fall apart the night i lost the two people in the world who meant the most to me. I hit rock-bottom long ago and i hit the ground running. What's the point of getting out when you're just going to fall back in again? The more i think about it, the more i wonder if my siblings are better off dead. They had no one. Aside from me, but let's face it, i may be clinically insane. They never have to grow up. Ten years old for all eternity. I was never going to be able to shield them from this world forever. +++ Tilley Kieran, in her seventeen years of existence, never had a chance to be a child. From the moment she could walk, her world had begun to spiral. Years of abuse, neglect and unwarranted responsibility begin to take their toll on a kid. The loss of her two younger siblings leaves Tilley with nothing to lose, and nothing left to fight for- a concept Tilley embraces whole-heartedly. Tilley has only one goal: to hurt those who have made her life a living hell. Her shattered heart can cut them all to pieces, given the opportunity. What better way is there to seek revenge than to burn all that has harmed her to the ground? In her mind, she is unstoppable. Nothing can intercept her fury. Not the cops riding hot on her tail. Not the boy chasing after her, oblivious to the hurricane that is Tilley's mind. She believes she's past help, and past love. She will shake the world if it's the last thing she does. After all, what's more dangerous than someone who has nothing left to lose?