Rubbing my eyes with my right hand I held the paper with my left, "Mum and Dad... Well, before they dissapeared, they gave it to me, they said it would be important. I never knew what for, but I guessed that you would, you were always Mum and Dad's true favourite..." Trailing off I started forlornly into the nothing.

"Hermanita, you know what it's like to live your whole life knowing things that the person you were closest to doesn't know? That's what I've lived with ever since that terrible day, so I can't do anything else but say that you need to keep the poem. It's not for me, it's for you and someone else... The poem, Mum and Dad told me it was for you and someone that you would know to give it to. All I heard them say before they left, not even a goodbye... Just a name."

Sighing lightly I stared into Claire's eyes, "All I heard them say, was the word of a girl, her name... Jennifer."

Jennifer? Who was Jennifer? Claire knew a lot of people, but no one by that name.

"Andrew, I don't know anyone named Jennifer. She was thinking back to the last time she saw her parents. It was also the last time she had seen Andrew The three of them had gone off on some mission for the Brotherhood and they told her she was too young to go. For years she tried to find some understanding of what had happened to them. Claire's expression became more serious and she turned her head to look at the floor. Claire forced her eyes to blacken and asked the question. The question she had always wanted, no, needed to know the answer to.

"Andrew. On the day all of you disappeared, what really happened?" She was reading all of his emotions now. She hoped that he could not see her eyes and kept her head tuned away.

More tears came to my eyes as I recalled the moment, sadness washed over me as I watched it happen yet again. I'd lied a lot, I never got kicked out of the Brotherhood, I'd loved to be there, Elder Lyons had made the cover story when he heard what happened. Taking a raged breath I looked up to the roof, "Claire... Well, I won't even ask, I know you're sure you want to hear this and your old enough. I'm sorry I kept this secret so long, but I didn't have a choice..."

Taking a quick breath I started, "It all started that day, we all went on the normal patrol route, it was pretty easy going... Until we came across an Outcast Patrol, Mum and Dad gave me the note and told me those words. They rose their weapons and flew into the battle, it seemed like they could actually do it, I hadn't even raised my weapon yet. But, a grenade flew below Mum's feet... Dad leapt and threw himself over it, blowing up it didn't kill him though."

"It pierced through his armor and left him on the brink of death, Mum just dropped her weapon and fell to her knees. An Outcast came along and executed both of them, a shot to head for each... As soon as I was noticed he walked over, raising his weapon, but he noticed how I was standing; he knew I would be useful. He spared me and dragged me back to Fort Independence, I had no choice but to help them, after years I escaped and fell in with the Enclave."

Sighing I took a breath, then finished up, "That's it Claire, I had to work for the people who killed our parents for ten years before I escaped. That note was always for you and whoever Jennifer is, you deserved the truth and there it is... Layed out before you, now what are we going to do?"

Claire wanted to cry. It had been a long time but the words were still difficult to hear. She knew that Andrew was telling the truth. She felt bad about using her power this way. As children she trusted Andrew implicitly. Fron the first moment they were reunited she could tell that he was different. He was hardened and had changed. She could sense the guilt he felt for what had happened to their parents.

"Thank you Andrew." Her voice was filled with sadness. "I don't blame you for what happened. I know it must have been hard for you to tell me that. But i'm glad you did." She brought her arm up to wipe away a tear.

She still had more questions and kept her head turned away. It was time to get backk to the matter at hand.

"What else do you know about this place?" She kept using her powers and she prayed that Andrew would tell her the truth about everything. She couldn't help feeling that he might try to keep something from her in an effort to protect her.

Staring at the ceiling I said, "Well, what I know? It seems like the place is controlled to some extent by a mainframe or server, there are things here that could kill us all... That little kid, I think..." I trailed off as I felt something dig into my head. Moving my right hand to my head I felt my emotions change from sadness to pain as the thing dug deeper. It looked at my memories and moved straight past them, moving into what I knew and what I felt.

It stopped when it reached a memory of my Sister and I as children, staying there; watching it. Back when Claire was normal, her flowing brown hair went to her shoulders and her brown eyes had a glint of happiness in them. It was just her and I, jumping from rock to rock looking over the Potomac River, it was safe today. The sky was it's usual blue and I felt giddiness as I watched the memory again with the entity. Grinning we settled on a large rock that had a perfect view of the Washington Monument.

We were both pretty young, but we knew the dangers of life already; it was obvious in the Wastes. The memory faded and so did the thing with a flutter of words: No... No, it can't be... No... It confused me as I thought about it, wondering what the hell was truly invading my mind. I looked at Claire, "You remember that day on the Potomac? When we sat on the rock and talked about the Mall? Talked about our lives, how happy we were... Back when you had brown hair and brown eyes..."

Trailing off I felt tears come to my eyes, I wanted to see my true Sister again. The violet suited her, but I wanted to see what she truly was again, we were both different now. But I wanted us to go back to those days when things were normal.

Claire could feel the diferent emotions flow through Andrew. She was really concerned about the pain he felt, but it seemed like he wasn't holding anything back. She thought back to the day on the Potomac. She was a dfferent person back then. It seemed like an eternity ago. So much had changed since then. She had learned to fight and becam a cold person after the accident. She felt reborn as she could see the vision of that day. She could feel all her emotions returning, as if experiencing them for the first time.

"It's something I hadn't thought about for a long time.' Her voice had a touch of sorrow behind it. "After the accident I had to learn to suppress all emotion. I learned ot fight and became disciplined to the point of coldness. When that happened, the little girl you knew died." It was as if a battle was being fought in Claire's mind. "Ihad to leave everything I was behind. I had to distance myself from everybody. Now, things have changed. Thanks to the drug I found, I can once again have emotions." Claire paused again and her voice became stern. "I can never go back to being who I was before. But I am still your sister and I love you." She thought for a moment about that day long ago. It was a day like much like any other and she couldn't see what significance it held. "Why are you asking me about the past?" She wanted to ask him about the pain he experienced, but for now, it could wait.

My mind wandering off into it's own realm I quietly said, "The Past is our door to the truth of this place Claire, theirs something here about all of us... We may have lost two good men, but their times had obviously come for them, what else could we do but mourn them? The Past is something we can't change, yet we look over, as I look over the last few minutes I see those men's faces again. I realise that we have to fight our way through this, the Past teaches us things hermanita..."

Blinking a few times I turned my head to look at her, I didn't see my Sister though. In her place, there was a small girl, with brown hair and brown eyes, she looked so similar to Claire at a young age. Yet she looked different at the same time, closing my eyes shut for a few seconds I opened them again. There sat Claire, with her violet hair and black eyes, black eyes... My mind immediately jumped to the fact that she'd used her power, she'd been using it to see what I was feeling!

Anger swept through my veins, but it fell almost immediately, I realised why she'd done it, "Claire? Did you use your power to make sure I told the truth about Mum and Dad?" I looked to the right, "Hermanita, I wouldn't lie to you about that now... Your the most important thing to me at the moment, nothing else compares. Your my last bit of Family, I need you by my side and I will for a while. I'm sorry for everything wrong I ever did and I can't change it, but I want you to know... Te amo."

"Yo tambien hermano." Claire could feel that he was a little angry for her using her power in this way. "I'm sorry for using my power on you Andrew. You need to understand, since this beagn, for that matter for all our lives, you have wanted to protect me. You need to know that I don't need to be protected anymore. I'm not a little girl. Before I left the Brotherhood I spent years in training. I may not be strong, but I am quick and agile. And I think you might find I now have the ability to protect you." Her eyes were still black. She was finding that she was starting to like the feeling of the emotions of others.

"I just need you to understand that I can take care of myself." She exhaled and looked directly into his eyes. Her eyes changed back to their "normal" colour. "And you, if need be." She let out a small laugh after which her voice became serious again.

"When you were talking earlier, I flet a sensation of pain wash over you. What happened?"

Smiling at myself and Claire I shook my head, "Oh I realise you can protect yourself, it's one of the things I truly understand now. I still have a need to protect you though, you're always my Sister and I'll forever be there by your side. Don't forget it," I said, in my muttering voice. Scratching my chin I thought of her question, "The pain was caused by something, it got into my head and watched the memory I told you of... Whatever it was, it read my mind and absorbed it."

Dragging my hand over my face I said, "It wasn't expecting it though, it kept saying no and it didn't know how to react. I think this may be a link to our enemy hermanita, this may be a chance..." Trailing off I put my arm around her and held her close for a while. I didn't know how long we had left alive and if I died I wanted to have a good memory of my last day. Seeing my Sister for the first time to this, speaking of things paranormal and death.

How did it come to this?

Claire began to feel angry. She was tired of this game. Tired of whatever was manipulating them. She stood up, looked at her brother, and smiled. It was not a smile of happiness however. It appeared to be a smile twisted by hatred. She walked over to the center of the room and looked at the rest of the group. They were tired and beaten. They all looked like they wanted to give up. She noticed that Dax seemed to be growing more distant. Claire had had enough.

"All of you!!!! Listen to me!!!." She was shouting and sounded enraged. " Whatever is here is ing with our minds!!! We all need to pull it together!! Right now!!!" She looked over at the bodies of their fallen companions. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I have no intention of dying here!!!" She started to look around the room and continued yelling. "You hear me you son of a !!! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!!"

Claire drew her sword and started walking down the hallway. She could feel rage fillign her up. Once she was at a safe distance away from the group, she stopped and pushed the rage outwards.

"Come on!!! You want me?!? Here I am!!!" She pushed out as hard as she can, fuelled by the rage within her.

She was standing in the middle of the hallway and the walls on either side had started to shimmer. The shapes formed and a licker appeared on either side of her. She drew her sword, lowered her head, and smiled. The lickers started to circle her and she stood her ground, reaching out to feel the emotion's of the creatures. One of the lickers started up the wall and she felt a twinge of something from the other. The licker lunged at her but she could sense what it was going to do. She dropped to her knees and brought her sword up, decapitating the creature. Blood covered her and the body of the licker fell to the floor and flopped around for a moment.

Still on her knees, Claire looked up at the licker clinging to the ceiling. The tongue shot out at her. She fell backwards and avoided the attack. She brought her legs out and, rolling backwards, brought herself to her feet. She glared at the creature.

"Come on you !!'

The licker dove at her, and she sidestepped the attack. She brought her sword down and cut the creature in half. Claire looked over her handiwork and smiled. She was completely absorbed with the thought of inflicting pain on her enemies. She wanted vengeance for her fallen comrades.

"Come on!!! Is that all you've got mother !!!!!!!"

Claire was so enraged that she didn't notice Andrew had followed her down the hall.

Watching my Sister yell at the others was one thing, but so much was said by the look in her eyes. I followed her slowly as she walked down the hallway and very quickly made sure that she didn't do anything stupid. After cursing loudly and dearing the thing to come after her, two Lickers materialized out of the walls, scowling I moved forwards a little faster. She took both of the creaures out very quickly, I stopped moving as I was three metres away from her.

Taking a breath I quickly said, "Claire, look at me," she turned to me, albeit slowly, "hermanita, you have to stay calm. Don't do something like this, please, I understand why your doing it but..." I trailed off as I saw the wall shimmer, my eyes widening I watched it move down into the ground. Turning I quickly yelled, "Someone get Ethan over here! I think we just found a way out of here!" I turned to Claire and raised my eyebrow, she shrugged.

Her eyes were pure black as well, which sent a shiver down my spine. Opening my mouth again I said, "Well, I guess you should have the honor of going in first... As soon as the others get here of course."

Darius had watched the two sibling leave, left it to them. What concerned him more was the eyes that he had seen in the ceiling during the battle. Darius dragged a desk across the floor, the leg screehing as it was dragged across the floor. Darius pulled himself up onto the desk and looked through the hole, it looked like a vent that went through the room. Darius could see nothing because of the darkness in there, but could there was a rank smell in the air. He pulled his torch out of his belt and pressed the switch. Darius cursed as he remembered that his torch was broken.

Darius clambered off of the desk and checked the bodies again, and tried their torches, one didn't work but the other one gave of a weak light. Getting back up Darius used the torch to look down them, pulling himself up more using his arms as props to keep him up he looked up and down it. Soon claire came and started shouting, this suprised Darius and he fell landing hard on the desk. Darius picked himself and before he could say anything Claire was off.

Soon Darius heard yelling from Andrew to bring Ethan. "Someone help me with Ethan," Darius said as he went over and picked him up with the help of the other, "Okay lets go."

Claire was looking at andrew and breathing heavily. The rage was starting to leave her now as she looked at him. Claire couldn't imagine how she must look to him right now. Her eyes were as black as night, her face was covered in blood and she was smiling. She felt good again. She needed to blow off some steam, and although the lickers weren't much of a challenge, she did feel better. Her eyes returned to normal. She could see the group coming down the hallway, Darius, and another whom she couldn't make out, were carrying the unconscius Ethan. She also noticed that one of the others was carrying the case of medical supplies. She walked over to Darius

"Get him on the floor." The two lowered Ethan to the floor and she looked at Darius. "How's your shoulder feeling?"

Darius placed Ethan carefully on the floor, Darius made sure he hadn't put Ethan in a bad posistion. "Fine thanks," Darius said, "Slight pain, but nothing serious." Darius looked at the light then at Claire, noticing her eyes were black, "What was that sudden outburst back there?" Darius asked, he wasn't sure if he would get an answer or not, but it hinted Claire let her emotions get the better of her.

A breath of air came to Ethan, and be exhaled in a panicky kind of way. He quickly made his away from Darius and Claire, and put himself up against a wall. He looked around, sweating and panicking. But he realized he was in a safe place just seconds later. Well, as safe as he could be.

He tried to get to his feet, but felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He reached down, and felt something. Looking, he noticed stitches. He frowned, recalling the events that had happened. He almost killed himself getting that thing out of him.

Ethan looked around, amazed he was still alive. Some eyes were on him, others were looking around the surroundings. He let out a smile, knowing he was still alive through it.

"Thank you; all of you. Who ever helped me..." Ethan looked around, "Do I get a weapon?" He smiled.

Claire noted the look of concern on Darius' face. She had, for a few minutes anyway, lost it. She was so tired of this place and wanted to get out. Unfortunately, that meant continuing deeper into the building.

"I'm sorry Darius." The smile faded from her face. "I just feel like we are all being toyed with. Whatever in here is trying to drive us insane, and for a moment, I lost control. Her eyes were normal again and she looked into Darius' eyes. "You have to understand." She was speaking loud enough for everyone to hear her. "It has been a long time since I have allowed myself to feel anything. I'm not that used to dealing with my own emotions because I would always shut myself off from the world. I let my emotions get the better of me." She smiled. "I am sorry and I assure you it won't happen again."

"Thank you; all of you. Who ever helped me... Do I get a weapon?" Ethan was awake and smiling,

"No thanks are necessary Ethan." Claire smiled at him. "Just doing my job. But I am glad to see you're feeling better. She crouched down to look at his wound. "You will need to be careful not to reopen the wound." She removed some fresh gauze form the medical supplies and put a fresh bandage on his wound. "I did everything I could for you. When we get out of here, I would like to check you over again."

Claire got back up and moved next to Andrew. "Ethan should be okay, for now. If you want me to take the lead I will. I would like to have Ann and Bear in front with me."

It seemed to be a logical place as they were the only members of the group, apart from Micheal, who were uninjured and didn't appear to be succumbing to the effects of this horrible place. Claire brought a gloved hand to her face and wiped away some of the blood. She wanted nothing more than to be out of this place and into a hot bath. She truned to look at Micheal.

"Micheal, I would like you to cover our six." She waited for her brother to give the order to move out.

The words droned on about me, but I couldn't hear it properly. My heart-beat was excessively loud, drowning out everything else. Tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump. Closing my eyes I let myself fall against a wall for a few seconds, breathing quickly I moved away from it; just in time to hear Claire. Her ideas were pretty good, but I felt something so wrong about it. A voice was screaming in my head to get out of there, like everything was about to go to [censored].

Thing is, it had ALREADY all gone to [censored]; how typical? Breathing in quietly I quickly said, "Okay, Claire, Ann, Bear, you three take the lead, Michael you keep our six covered. Everyone else, fall in with me, we don't know what the [censored] is down this hallway and I'm not in the mood for an ambush. Keep your eyes open and your ears wider, alright?" I quickly took a breath and motioned for Claire to move forward. She obliged pretty quickly, Ann and Bear taking her flanks.

Michael moved in behind us while Dax, Ethan, myself and Darius all grouped up together behind the front. They moved forwards down the hall, which was actually quite steep, taking a few short breaths of the cold stale air I felt perspiration drip down my face. The hall was narrow and caused us to walk three abriast, which meant I had to walk a little ahead of the others in the middle. I hoped that nothing would attack us from behind, because we wouldn't be able to do anything right if that happened.

Darius had listened to Claire's answer and had agreed, the whole facility had taken it's toll on all them and was breaking them slowly. With Ethan now awake, and seems to be okay besides the huge wound in his stomach, moving out was the best idea now.

Taking up the middle as he was told, Darius looked around the corridor, narrow and making being attacked down here difficult to move, or even shoot back without the risk of hitting someone. They need to get to a wider area soon. Darius sighed and made his grip more comfortable on his assualt rifle, prepareing for anything that could happen.

The group continued down the hallway which rounded a corner and opened up into a large room. Claire immediately checked for exits. There were two, but were covered by a glowing green barrier. It was then that Claire realized what the room was. It was an armoury. In the middle of the room were two long countertops that had various types rifles laid out upon them. In each of the four corners of the room, was a metal cupboard with two doors. Four large footlockers lined the walls on either side.

Claire stopped for a moment and reached out with her power. She couldn't help feeling that this was too easy. Sensing nothing, she motioned the group into the room and headed for one of the footlockers. Claire crouched down and opened the lid revealing more firearms. She was about to move to the next when she realized that some of the weapons looked familiar. They were some of the group's missing weapons. She opened the next one and found more of the missing weapons.

"Everybody, I found your weapons." This was a good thing, but Claire was disappointed that her other sword was not among them.

She opened the third footlocker revealing an assortment of ammo. The fourth contained some hand grenades and C4, along with some detonators. But still no sword. Claire stood up and walked to the nearest Cupboard and pulled open the doors. Claire smiled deeply when she saw the items inside. On a hook in the back of the cupboard was her sword. She wasted no time in removing it from the cupboard and sheathing it on her back. The other items in the cupboard also held interest for Claire. These were the weapons she had been trained in. The cupboard was lined with sais, nunchukas, tantos, kamas and others. She decide to let the others worry about the rest of the lockers and cupboards, She had found what she wanted. She took out two of the sais and twirled them in her fingers for a moment before sliding them into her belt. Hanging on the back of the cupboard, next to where her sword was, was a bandolier, with a dozen pockets, each of which contained a silver shuriken. She took it out and fitted it to her body.

It was about this time that Claire started to wonder what the others had found

"Blood hell," Darius said as they went into the armoury, "This is too generous.." Darius wondered around looking through a few footlockers, he found a two more magazines for his assualt rifle and his bandoliar which contained a number of shotgun shells. Darius slung the bandoliar over his head and slipped it in place. Some more ammo for his pistol was avaliable, they were standard rounds, even if useless against alot of the things they have met in this place, but it made Darius fell better.

"Think there are any more medical supplies around?" Darius asked, since they had used quite a bit because of their last injuries gotten, and the chances were, more were going to be suffered.

Darius got up an a smell something coming from the footlocker next to the one he had been looking through, decaying flesh it smelt like. Darius tried to open but it was stiff, he tried harder and it slowly opened, putting a bit more force into it Darius opened it and coughed repeatedly as the true strenght of the stench hit him. A corpse looked like it had been stuffed into the footlocker, badly decayed, the lower jaw having fallen off. Darius coughed repeatedly, "Lord, who would do that?" Darius asked disgusted.

OOC: Sorry I haven't been posting often, college work has been eating up my free time.

Micheal was at the back of the group, keeping his eyes peeled for any enemies that might ambush them. Micheal was so engrossed on his task that he paid very little attention to what was happening in front of him, only stopping when Claire discovered another weapon's cache. Micheal walked over and retrieved some more magazines for his assault rifle, as well as his modified revolver and a bondolier. Micheal said, "This is very convenient, perhaps too convenient. I sense a big, ugly Eldritch Abomination in the next room."

Micheal's nose was then assaulted by a horrible smell, which almost made him throw up. Micheal turned to see that Darius had discovered a dead body stuffed in a locker. Micheal said, "I wonder what happened here. It smells worse than a Brahmin mud pie in there." He then turned to Darius and said, "I wonder what the true origins of our foes are. I'm thinking extradimensional, what about you?"

A wonderful assortment of weapons that only a small child could dream of were laid out in front of me. The others immediately got to work unwrapping gifts of bandoliers, shotguns, rifles, pistols, you name it. I've never had much of a use for a gun, but it's always nice to have that handheld courage on you. My submachine gun lay on the ground, tossed there by one of the other squad members.

Only a little bit of the framing had chipped away. The black metal material was still in great shape, able to stand up to any abuse mother nature could offer. I slipped the gun back over my shoulder and stocked up on magazines.

"I don't understand why I bring this damn thing with me. I never use it, what with my telekinesis and all. What's the fun in shooting someone to death, when you could toss them around like a ragdoll, controlling their every move?" I removed the opaque setting on my visor and looked back at Dax.

"You know what I'm talking about, right? Usually us crazies talk to ourselves, and talking to yourself is a sign of having another telekinetic human living inside of you." I smiled at him, knowing how creepy I sounded.

You're a bit proud of me being in here, aren't you? Like it's some sort of fetish or paranormal bragging right. Not too many people in the outside world believe in this stuff, bet you wouldn't go blabbing about it out there. [censored].

I chuckled a bit, staring back down at my palms. The blue ring of light was forming around the telekinetic amplifier port, signifying inanimate manipulation.

"When's the last time I let you out, anyways?"

Moving into the Armory I felt a giddiness fill up my body, looking around I quickly moved over to a footlocker. Skipping through all the other stuff I got to my rifle, grinning like a little child I strapped it across my back. Standing up quickly I looked around at the others, they were happy about all of this advancement we'd made. Grinning even wider I looked across the room, suddenly I heard a chant of many voices invade my head:

HOPELESS
I'm falling down
FILTHY
I can't wake up
I can not hold on
I will not let go
WORTHLESS
It's over now
GUILTY
There's no way out
I can not hold on
I will not let go

Furrowing my eyebrows I concentrated on the words, wondering what the hell it meant. Suddenly, images flashed through my head, I fell to the ground with a soft thud. The images flashed over my retinas, I couldn't see a thing, couldn't hear my Sister yelling my name.

"John! John! Please, help us! We need you!"

The words blared through my ears as I looked down upon the room, watching a Woman get torn from a Man. The Man had hunched shoulders and blood pouring down the back of his neck. A small girl was standing on the side of the room, screaming at the people who were tearing the Woman from the Man. One of the... Things... Dropped the Woman's shoulder, unholstering a gun, he walked lazily over to the little girl. He brought the weapon to her head.

The Man yelled with sudden rage and flew at the Man, clawing at it's head with his finger nails and teeth. The being faltered then fell, dropping the gun, it hit on the exact wrong spot though; firing. The bullet flew towards the Woman, killing her instantly as it made contact with her head. The Man watched what happened with a face of utter despair, he fell to his knees; forgetting the girl. The other things quickly rushed over and picked up the girl, rushing out with her.

The Man came back to life and ran towards the door, screaming with utter rage and despair. Smashing his fists upon the door until his knuckles bled, screaming until his voice died out on him. Turning slowly, his crazy eyes fell upon the gun lying upon the ground, walking over to it he picked it up slowly. Bringing the weapon to his head, I noticed him shaking. He slowly squeezed the trigger...

BANG!

My eyesight returned to me, I saw a small figure of a boy walking towards us. Everyone was grouped around me in a circle, but I could see him, the flames licked everything around him. An utter sensation of burning and death enveloped me, screaming I watched as I felt myself get lifted off the ground. Continuing to move up I dissapeared into the nothing, feeling the utter despair and distaste of the area I was in.

I reappeared in a small room, with a single light; I was in it. Looking around my surroundings I saw naught but darkness around me. The child suddenly appeared in front of me, darkness flowing around his feet, "You know who I am... And I know who you are, Captain Andrew Hannon, you will be punished for coming to this place. I hope you have... Fun," the thing whispered to me. It moved towards me, feeling the burning sensation return I stood my ground.

My skin melted off my bones slowly, but I stood there, staring at the horrible images the thing showed me. The skin and muscle left my bones, until I looked down and noticed that blood was dripping off my bones, wondering how I was still alive I looked back up. The child winked at me cheerily... Then all became dark.

(OOC: RP is NOT over, there is a good reason for this, which is the fact I will be dissapearing for a while. Nazguljcg is in charge while I'm not here okay? Good? Have fun.)

Claire watched tho others recover theier weapons. It actually seemed like things were looking up. Something was finally going right. They had found the rest of their missing weapons, and more. It was at that moment, Andrew collapsed to the floor.

"Andrew??" Claire ran over to him, crouching down beside him. She put a hand on his cheek and realized he wasn't breathing. "Andrew!!??!!"

She tilted his head back, and pinching his nose, started to give him mouth to mouth. He wasn't responding and Claire quickly grabbed the medical supplies. Form it she removed a syringe and samll bottle labelled "adrenaline. Tears were starting to stream down her face as filled the needle. She had tio work fast. She opened up his armour and brought the needle down into his heart and injected him. She started to perform C.P.R. on Andrew's lifeless body"

"One, two, three. Come on Andrew!!!!" Her vison was starting to blur from the tears and Andrew still wasn't responding.

After a minute of the C.P.R., Claire started to become more frantic. She began to hammer down on Andrew's chest with her fist.

"Come on Andrew!!!! You can't leave me!!!!!" She continued to try and revive him to no avail.

After another couple of minutes, she held Andrew's body in her arms and began to stroke his face with her hand. She continued to sob and cry.

"Please Andrew!! No puedes morir!!! Please come back!!! I need you!!!!" Claire held her brother in her arms, rocking back and forth, holding him the way a mother would hold her child and let the sorrow overtake her.

OOC: Just so everyone knows, Stream will also be helping to control the upcoming events. Francois will be without internet for a time, but he will be back.

Micheal saw Andrew collapse to the floor, and watched as Claire tried to revive him. Unfortunately, it appeared that Andrew had met a most unfortunate end. As Micheal watched Claire rock Andrew's body in her arms he asked, "So what do we do now? Andrew wouldn't have wanted us to give up."