The Breed

"You're going to pay," I said with a snarl.

"For what? For stopping you killing your own sister?" she said, gasping for air. "Seems a bit stupid to me."

I bent down so my face was an inch from hers. "Would you kill your sister if she was wrong side? If she betrayed you?"

The colour left the girl's face and I knew I had hit a sore spot. I grinned.

Just then, an icy, commanding voice I knew only too well spoke behind me, and I suddenly realised why the girl beneath my foot was so familiar.

"I can take it from her Sam," Jace said to me, and any blood left in her sister's face drained away.

*mwahaha! Sam and both of you!*

**Uh oh**

Naomi~

Shit! Naomi thought. Handling Sam was okay but both of them?! Naomi looked up on the building above the three of them and smiled.

"Is this why you got the nerve to fight me?" She asked both if them and pointed to the three other rogues on top of the building. "I don't think five against one is really fair." She smiled as Sam and Jace looked up at them. Naomi grasped Sam's foot and twisted it, making him fall to the ground. Seizing the chance she stood up and jumped backwards.

"To aswer you question, Sam, I hold no grudge against my sister for choosing her path. Nor, do I hold a grudge against the others. The only reason I fight my sister is because it was my choice, many years ago to kill rogues. It was Jace's choice also, we made that choice together. We promised each other to never give into the rogue life no matter what was thrown in front of us. But, Jace betrayed me basically, but, I hold no grudge against her. Only hate for what she is." Naomi told Sam.

Jace~

What her sister had said struck a nerve. Jace reached for the twin daggers on her belt and lunged at Naomi, who held her own twin daggers.

"Hey sis. Remember the last time we fought evenly?" Jace laughed.

"Perfectly. That was also the same day you and the others gave into rogue life." Naomi hissed.

Sam-

My mouth curled into a smile. Jace could handle this.

Naomi lunged for her and she dodged with a single step. She twirled to face her sister again, and sent a flying kick at her.

Naomi doubled over in pain and I smiled again. Quick as a flash I tossed Jace my dagger. She caught it deftly as Naomi stood up. I leaned against the wall.

"This'll be fun." I said.

Monanoke-

She turned to face Walter- who had just shot an empty gun at Alana. Monanoke being a young girl stuck her toung out at him. Then faced back at Alana.

"Come on we really should get out of here." She moaned.

Alana-

Alana looked at the girl, "Are you kidding, I can't leave Drake to have to face all of these rouges. No way." She shot another Rouge and winced as her side screamed in pain. "I probably should find a better hiding place though." She saw a bunch of boxes and hid behind them. She kept shooting at the Rouges wondering when they would stop coming.

Naomi~

A shot of pain went through Naomi's body as Jace stabbed her from behind with one of her twin daggers. Naomi fell to the ground, the dagger jutting out from her back. A warmth spred through Naomi, as her eyes glew red. Blood. Naomi staggered to her feet and smiled at Jace. "Insolent sister," Naomi laughed, "if I kill you this time, don't hold a grudge against me in the next life." Naomi laughed maniaclly as she ran at Jace.

Monanoke-

"i know that. I was talking to the both of you! There's no way we can kill all of them. We have to retreat!" Monanoke yelled.

Alana-

"I'll leave when he does." She replied shoot again, barely missing a Rouge. "Crap!"

This was amazing. She had been shot and stabbed now, and yet she hadn't stopped.

Sometimes, you really have to look up to people like that.

Not today though.

She ran at Jace with her dagger and in a split second I knew Jace was too late to dodge.

I jumped at Naomi and she tripped.

"I see Rogues never learn to play fair then." she said. "Two against one."

"You stopped me killing my sister, I stop you killing yours. We're square," I said, standing up.

"What do you know, Rogues have a heart." she said.

"No." I answered. "You can do whatever you want to her now. Just like I can do whatever I want to Jenna."

I brushed myself off and walked away a little distance. "Have fun." I said.

Monanoke-

She knew that she was only in the way. So when she saw on open door with no rouges - she ran towards it.

"Where are you going?" Alana yelled as she shot another rouge.

"I'm getting out of the way!" Monanoke yelled back.

Alana smiled. Now all she needed to worry about was herself and Drake.

*Sorry, my friend doesn't have internet at her house...let me see...we're still fighting?*

Drake

I snarled as more Rogues arrived, ready for combat. I had already taken a couple of hits - serious or not, I didn't know - and was slowly starting to wear down.

"Damn it," I panted, taking a gun away from a fallen Rogue. What choice did I have now? I had to fight, and I would probably be exhausted by the time it was over. I would undoubtedly collapse...

Then, in the distance, the sky was turning pink.

No! Sunrise!

I fired off a few rounds, killing three more before taking a hit to the back of my shoulder.

The Rogues were everywhere!

And I was weakening. The shot I'd just taken must have been serious; I could feel myself slowing down.

And the sun was rising.

I had to finish this quick.

Then I smelled gasoline. A lot of it. My sights zeroed in on a mass of the containers - most of them obviously full - just across the road. If I could get the Rogues over there, then escape in time to try a shot...

That should do the trick.

(just so nobody forgets about Jenna. Sam is still with Naomi and Jace).

"Let me out of here!" I screamed and banged on the door. "Let me out!"

"Wow!" said a voice and the door swung open. "Calm down. What's the matter?"

"The matter is that I don't know where Naomi is and I am going to absolutely murder her for locking me in there." I said, without looking at my liberator.

Outside, the sky was pink. I began to run, intent on finding Naomi and strangling her.

*heehee. Oh, but I couldn't resist...*

Tegan

I watched the girl run off. Finally, something less to worry about.

Like Drake. He needed help, and he needed it bad.

I barreled, moving swiftly and silently, blades drawn. Drake was about to take a knife to the back, and that Alana girl was still firing away. I rammed into the Rogue, running my blade deep into his chest, killing him quickly.

"Tegan!" Drake hissed, fending off another suckhead. "Help me drive them toward that gas pile. A single bullet should finish it."

Insane.

"You're too badly wounded. You wouldn't get away in time," I noted. Then, before he could argue, "I'll lead them. I'm stronger, anyway."

And so the rush began.

Walter titled his head--was it possible in all the madness that they had really forgotten about him?

No matter.

His orders were to kill Drake, and kill him he would. If he was busy with Rogues, all the better.

Now Walter just had to find him. Easy enough. He should be out front somewhere fighting off the surge of Rogues. Walter lit a cigarette, clamped it with his teeth, and took off after Drake, pistol in hand.

Alana-

Alana looked at the others. Drake was now fighting the Rouges with Teagan. She saw the guy that had been finghting Drake run towards him. She leveled the gun on his head and shot. Miss She hissed and ran to find a new hiding spot before she was spotted again.


***Sorry all I had, and I wanted to let y'all know she was still there***