Aeyra

STOP SUGGESTING THINGS TO HIM, SAYOMI! HE'LL DO WHATEVER YOU DON'T WANT HIM TO! HE'S EVIL!!! As a side note, how many times have you changed your avatar today, Chelsea? And awesome location. Mind if I use it as mine and change it up a little?

Do you wanna know how I got shot? He was disguised as the police officer in the police car we got into, we ran, he grabbed me, drugged me, and then shot me.

Yeah, you're watching us have random conversations about my crush and stringing you from the ceiling.

No, they should still be driving. Driving on their flat-tired car of course. I'll let Misaki-chan or Legend handle it. And Sayomi, you should read this starting with page thirty or something. It is quite exciting.

I'm being forced to watch a TV special, so no. And Sayomi, be glad he's not here. I've been shot in the head, almost caught in a hospital explosion, and now we're about to get executed. Stay nice and peaceful where you are. You do NOT want to end up Moho's next victim. He had someone try and kill Pyre with an ax.

"Well, only Cure-kun and I were technically invited, but most of you guys slipped around anyways, but nothing really happened. It was just a boring ceremony where we got awards," explained Aeyra, blushing a little when she admitted, "And I kinda stared at the guy I like the whole time. My friends hit me and told me to stop staring or I'd embarrass myself." "What's his name again?" asked Chelsea, a devious look in her eyes as she leaned next to Aeyra. "Jeff or something like that?" "It's Geoffrey!" Aeyra wished she could cover her mouth but her hands were unfortunately bound behind her back by handcuffs. "Not that it matters... It just irks me every time someone says his name wrong..." "Funny name," commented Chelsea, nudging Aeyra in the ribs with her elbow before remembering Aeyra couldn't elbow her back. "No it's not! It's a great name!" defended Aeyra, face completely red. "But unusual," cut in Pyre, giving a suggestive grin. "Stop it you guys!" yelled Aeyra. *@ Chelsea: Umm... It's the part where we suggested the pinata. I thought it'd add dramatic effect.*

It has something to do with a ceiling...

"I wear them too..." mused Aeyra, blinking. "I can't see a foot in front of me clearly without 'em. I got shot in the head and they didn't fall out. What exactly happened to you anyways? All I know is that you don't seem to be seriously injured." "Erm-" paused Chelsea, looking kind of uncertain. "I'm clueless. All I know is that Mark pounced on me, and pushed me down to the ground really fast and then everything turned black. The blow probably just knocked me out. I don't think anything's broken, and I didn't bleed either. But I had a hell of a headache for the first hour." "I had no idea what happened either," replied Aeyra, trying her best to sound conversational. "I woke up in his car, sleepy- I think he drugged me with chloroform- and there was blood on my head. I called 911 as best as I could and fell unconscious and suddenly Legend was in the ambulance with me and- well, you heard what happened to hospital." "Who is this Legend you're talking about?" asked the other girl, eyes guarded. "Is that a code name or someething?" "It stands for Kaitou Kid Legendary Thief. We also call her KKLT. Like- Chelsea's Akakata, and I'm Aeyra. Misaki-chan's also a code name, and even though you probably didn't hear about him, Cure-kun or Anti-APTX4869, is another one. We all belong to an online community. Just like Mark. He's Mohorovicic, but I called him Moho-kun. Guess all my excessive teasing made him angry," joked Aeyra, judging the girl's expression. "DCW?" The girl immediately regretted her slip. "I knew it," murmured Aeyra, sneaking a grin back at Chelsea who gave her a thumbs-up. "It feels like yesterday or something when we kept on teasing Cure-kun about Grace and that ceremony and everything. What I wouldn't give to be drinking Starbucks coffee right now with all of us laughing around the table on sugar rush. Heck, I'd wear cat ears to that ceremony with my crush watching! I wonder what all my friends are thinking right now. I told them I'd be out with some people I met, but I didn't go back, and- this is very bad. I can't call them or they might be in danger, and..." She frowned, visions of her friends, Ananya, Catherine, Christine, visions of her crush and his best friend, flooded her mind. They'd all come together, and they promised to stay together... If she had gone out with them instead, she wouldn't be here. But she wouldn't have met all of her great DCW friends either. "I know how you feel," sympathized Chelsea. "My parents are probably insane right now. If Mark doesn't kill me, I swear my mom will. In fact, I'd be grateful if she did that." "I wish I had people worried over me like that," said the other girl, with a small smile on her face. "I came here alone. I'm not supposed to go back for a week, and I told people not to call me because I was running low on minutes and not to text because I was running low on those too. Who'd have thought a vacation could go this awry? This is definitely going in my book as 'Worst Vacation Ever'." "I'll never be able to go to award ceremonies without freaking out again." Aeyra giggled, trying to keep the mood light. "My parents will never take their eyes off of me until I turn eighteen- and probably not even then. My friends will all take turns speeching me for making them worry so much." Her eyes watered. "I miss them all so much already. If only I had said good-bye..." "You- we won't need to. The truth will always prevail, right?" Chelsea quoted, making everybody smile a little bit. "Even if I don't like him, I guess I'll quote Death Note," said Aeyra with a smirk. "'Don't worry, we can beat him. Justice will always prevail.'- said L from Death Note." She didn't mention L's fate. **************** "They're quite an interesting trio, aren't they?" commented Mark, staring at the monitor, his lackeys surrounding him as they watched the hallways. "I can't believe they all tried to escape. Did they seriously think we'd own this big of a building and not have surveillance cameras? Not all bad guys are stupid." Pausing for a second, he smiled. "Tied me to the ceiling? Chelsea's given me a good idea. Have you guys tracked down Misaki and Legend?" "No, not yet Mark," answered the very teenager who'd stuffed Aeyra into a trunk. "But I thought you'd be glad to know Maxx has been properly taken care of." "That's nice. Traitors should always get their proper punishments. Once you capture those two, I'll start the ceremony. The execution one that is." He licked his lips, imagining screaming and the scent of blood. "I can hardly wait."

I thought it was a good time for some humor. We've been far too long without it. I'll let other people write their bits though- Mark should really get on. (though I should probably write his piece for him to prevent any of us being hacked to pieces by a masked man with a chainsaw. He'd probably do that.) In the meantime, how about you write something so I can see what happens next?

I'm confused... DCW IRL is so fun right now! XD

"This is.... awkward..." murmured Aeyra into the heavy silence, the days' toils all spilled out. "Now that we're finished listing all the recent catastrophes, what should we do? I certainly don't want to discuss the million ways we could get executed because I've read some very graphic stuff and do not want flashbacks." They laughed a little, glad for the little bit of sarcasm. It's hard to stay happy when any second the door could open and you could get mowed down with a machine gun or sliced open with an ax, but there are exceptions to everything. While most people lived normal lives without being kidnapped, shot in the head, or hunted down by crazy murderers, you had all the examples you needed right in the room. "I'd rather talk about nice things," commented Chelsea, relaxing a little bit with the cellphone in her back pocket. "Maybe when we go down, we can go down smiling. I wonder what Mark would think." "That would be interesting," said the other girl, who refused to give her identity but was talking anyway. "He'd probably scream 'Stop giggling dammit!' and we would laugh even harder and then he'd have no choice but to just shoot us. Or while his face is turning red in anger, we jump him, steal his gun/guns, and then dance on him." "We definitely should," cackled Chelsea, falling into her usual hyperactive, joyful mood. She could be talking about forcing Cure-kun into cat ears again. "And then we, the true life Hitachiin twins + you, shall then proceed to dangle him to the ceiling someway somehow and leave him hanging until he begs for mercy. At which point we walk away laughing." "And to make it better, we'll gag him and then beat him with a stick- like- a harmless small wooden one- like a pinata. Of course, we will inflict some pain of course. Revenge is always nice," mused Aeyra, a vicious smile on her face that for a moment was undisturbed by the aching pain in her head. But of course the moment she realized it was gone, it returned. "Damn him for shooting me... Hurts like absolute hell..." "We'll definitely get him," declared Chelsea, placing her hand down in the air. "For all of us." In synchronization, the two other girls placed their hands on top of Chelsea's, giving each other silent stares of agreement. "For all of us."

Aren't you going to take a turn? I had to take a five minute break from reading a better-than-Harry-Potter HP fanfiction!

*Why is the task of writing always left to me? * "This is more boring than the time where I was trying to study for Social Studies," complained Aeyra, leaning against the wall, wishing her wrists weren't aching. "But at least I didn't have to worry about dying," she admitted, almost feeling tears come to her eyes. If no one came in time or even if they did, they were probably going to be murdered. "I know what you mean. We all came to New Jersey to have a good time and look at us now. We're locked in a cell who-knows-where and there's a psychopath who's planning our execution this very minute. I just hope it's nice and quick." "Don't say that," whispered Aeyra, though it was obvious she thought the same as Chelsea. "Legend and Misaki-chan'll definitely come to save us, we can be sure of that." The door was suddenly opened again, and Aeyra smiled, hoping to see the faces of rescuers, but instead another girl, an older teenager, was shoved in, a long cut on her forearm. She was unconscious, but alive. The cell was locked again, and Chelsea and Aeyra stared curiously, and fearfully at the girl. "Ugh," she whispered. "Where am I? Who are you?" "I'm Chelsea, and this is Amy or Aeyra. She responds to either one." "You guys?" she gasped, getting up. "Hey, aren't you girl who followed us a couple of days ago?" Aeyra's eyebrows furrowed, and she asked darkly, "Were you on Mark's side?" "No," answered Pyre, hiding her expression. "I was about to rescue Chelsea when some guy attacked me with an ax. But luckily I rolled and he missed and I was thrown in here instead." "Who are you?" "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

Marker? Really? (but the last time I tried that it also went through the paper.. and my markers suck like crap. The 'peach' is dark orange? WTH?) Yeah, I tried watercolor. The paper was a sogging rag by the time I finished.

Nice writing! (but I shall stay on 'the dark side' of ShinRan. And every 'dark side' in the universe.) I don't get it though... is Shiho a ghost? Or did she not die? He should have stayed and explained everything to Ran though... Even if he didn't love her (which is impossible) they are friends and he does owe her a nice long explanation. I'll just pretend he went back and explained and all of a sudden Heiji burst into the room and yelled "Kudo" and hugged him. Yeah, my imagination's funky. XD But good job never the less.

I dunno. It's just how we refer to you here I guess. "What happened to you?" asked Chelsea curiously, looking at Aeyra's bandages. "Did you get hit with a brick as well?" "I wish," replied Aeyra, trying to make herself comfortable on the ground. Not that you could be comfortable with handcuffs on. "I think Mark actually shot me in the head." "WTF?" exclaimed Chelsea. "W- why would he shoot you?" "He's an evil, blood-thirsty maniac who has us locked in a cell, blew up a hospital, and tried to kill all of us. I think a gun isn't that far of a stretch." Aeyra tossed her cell phone at the not-handcuffed Chelsea. "It's kind of funny. I've been deprived of oxygen, can't even stand up right, and I'm in handcuffs and you're not. Legend and Misaki-chan are on the other end right now. At least, they might be. If not, call them."

Wow!! I'd love to be able to paint for real! (last time I tried, nothing was in the lines... And the paper became soggy...) great job!!

Ax? Why the heck are you using AXES????? Um... Pyre! Somehow magically escape please! (Moho... Why are you so desperate to kill EVERYONE?) It's dark in here, thought Aeyra, strangely calm even though she was locked in a trunk. It's so quiet too. Maybe they aren't talking? Fumbling with her hands, she grabbed her phone with difficulty, and with practiced hands turned her phone to vibrate. That way if they call, they won't hear... And just like that, the phone rang. Answering, she laid it down and rolled over so she could speak directly into it and hear the call. "Aeyra?" The voice was tentative, as if they were afraid Mark would answer again. When he didn't, it continued, "Where are you?" "T-trunk of a car," panted Aeyra, suddenly realizing how out of breath she was. "I don't know where I'm heading though. Keep the call on and make sure you track it." "The trunk of a car?" repeated Misaki-chan, surprised. "Won't you run out of oxygen?" Then she let out an 'oh' of realization. "You're going to be unconscious by the time you get there." "I'm already feeling dizzy," admitted Aeyra. "But I thought it was just my head though. And the air does feel kinda thin." "We're definitely coming to get you!" declared Legend, snatching the phone away. "You and Chelsea, so hang in there, okay?" All of sudden, the car stopped, and the trunk door was yanked open. Aeyra quickly shielded the phone with her body, placing it back in her spacious jacket pocket. "Get up," commanded a rough voice, and obeying him, Aeyra got to her feet unsteadily, leaning against the car. "What are you waiting for? Get OUT too!" She jumped, barely managing to keep from falling. When someone started to lead her down a hallway, she was glad to have someone holding the chains. After a few minutes of walking, she was thrust into a cell, a small dim light in the corner. There was a girl in the corner, and Aeyra exclaimed, "Chelsea?!"

"S**t," cursed Aeyra, peeking out of the garbage bin they had hidden in. "What do we do now? We're trapped in a stinking box filled with trash and there are two teenage guys trying to shoot us with illegally obtained guns. Just peachy." "Quiet!" whispered Misaki-chan despite the fact Aeyra's complaining was nearly inaudible. But it wasn't like she could blame her- it wasn't a very comfortable situation and the girl had been shot in the head by a probable psychopath. When did an innocent vacation to New Jersey turn into a life-or-death chase of cat and mouse? They heard calls mere yards away and froze, knowing that they couldn't survive a barrage of bullets even if most of them missed. More likely they'd be turned into a human version of Swiss cheese. "Don't find us, don't find us," prayed Legend almost silently, hands clasped in terror. "We know you're here somewhere!" one of the yelled, voice projecting and echoing through the alley. "If you come out quietly now, we'll just bring you to Mark. If we have to search and you're found- well, how about we leave that up to your imaginations? You're just teenage girls, shouldn't be that difficult." They heard snickers, and lay with bated breath. If they were taken to Mark, they'd probably (almost definitely) get killed. If they were found (which was also likely), they'd get shot. And if these guys were just trying to get them out of their hiding place... They were screwed either way. "I'll distract them," gruntled Aeyra, getting into a position where she could open the lid. "I've already been shot in the head, I'll just be slowing you guys down. Stay hidden if they believe my story, run as fast as you possibly can if they don't. No time for protest," she whispered, keeping the two others from talking. "Take my iTouch- if you get Wifi, try and call me. If you hear shots... Run." With that, she burst out, making sure to give Legend and Misaki-chan time to scramble into better positions to remain unnoticed. "Good girl," said one of the two. "As promised, you're not going to die here. What Mark does is a different question. Now where are the other two?" Aeyra trembled as she stared into the barrel of the gun placed in front of her face. "T-they told me to hide in there because it was a good place and they ran off 'cause I was slowing them down. I didn't want to be in there but they forced me into it and-" "Oh right. You're the deadweight who got shot. Mark's been talking about that. He swears he's not missing this time." Taking handcuffs out of his pocket, he clasped them around Aeyra's wrists. "Search for the other two! Look in that giant trash can first. She might have been lying." In a quieter voice he added, "You better not have been. Otherwise I'll be doing the honors." "Don't find them," begged Aeyra silently, hoping the disparity didn't show on her face. She let out a huge sigh of relief as the other teen declared they weren't there. They'd probably managed to dig a bit deeper. "Into the car you go," commanded the teen who had the gun pointed at her. "The trunk to be specific. We'll probably find the others later. Mark says one at a time is fine too." As the car zoomed out of sight, Misaki-chan and Legend crawled out, watching it zoom away. "That's a police car," commented Legend.

I know, but I was writing ony itouch so it took forever and I didn't know you wrote something while I was writing. Gomen!

Fine. If no one wants to write, I'll do it. EDIT: Sorry! I was writing before Mark came in! You can decide which storyline to use, whoever goes next. "Thank god I brought cash... It's only fifty bucks a night..." muttered Misaki-chan, paying for their room as she was currently the only one capable of standing straight. "And this place is about 10 minutes walk from that hospital... There's no way he would guess we only ran this far, and we went through alleyways the whole time." Louder, she asked the clerk, "Do you have any directories for pizza places and stuff? Like, delivery?" "Those should be in your room," he answered, flipping through a magazine. No wonder the place was so cheap. "Thanks," she said, heading back to the room which all three were sharing. When she entered the room, the first thing she noticed was Aeyra twiddling with her iTouch. "Hey!" exclaimed Misaki-chan, approaching her. "This'll only make you more dizzy!" "I'm using it to find Chelsea," she mumbled, clutching her forehead. "You know how she gave us her number? My phone can call people. And if Mark knocked her unconscious like me, then like me she'll still have her cell phone. This is probably less traceable. But using a couple apps, I can trace her." She hit the call button, and was immediately surprised TI hear an immediate answer. But it wasn't Chelsea. "Hello you three," purred a low, evil voice, a voice that caused them to freeze in terror. "This is Mark. I think you can guess Chelsea's condition." "M-Mark?!" sputtered KKLT, instantly covering her mouth as she realized she'd given away the fact they were alive. "I knew it. You guys are alive," he murmured, sounding almost happy. "May I ask who decided to call?" They were silent for a moment before Aeyra answered weakly. "I-it's mine. I'm calling with my cell phone." "Who would have thought you'd survive a bullet to the head?" mused Mark, chuckling. "And an explosion? But if you don't want your friend to die, your luck's run out. In order to get her back, I'd like two of you to exchange yourselves as my victims in place of her." He wants to break us, thought Aeyra. Everybody obviously wants to live, and one person has to be selfish enough to not give up their life. And if we don't, Chelsea dies, and probably the rest of us with her. "You have four hours to make up your mind. As you know, Aeyra, I have a very eager trigger finger." And with that, he hung up.