{To escape the pain in an existance mundane} "We've got to rebel." Scott said. Kara flared with anger, standing up and clutching Damon tightly. "Rebel?" She spat. "Do you know what position that will place us in?? As traitors!! We'll go to jail for a thousand years and Damon will live with the shame." "Or he won't live at all, because if they finally give up on this colony, we'll all die." "Let's just move, Scott!! Honestly! We don't need to be drastic!!" Scott sighed. "We don't have the money, Kara. And this is my home. My great grandfather was one of the first hundred civilians to live here on L2, before the colony was a rat-infested cesspool of disease and poverty." Kara shuddered. "I refuse to abandon L2." He continued. Kara nodded, grinning now. Carried on to her son, years from now, soldiers would die as their killer wore that exact smile. "Then I'll rebel, too." Holding Damon, she stepped to Scott and held him close, Damon between them. The heart of their son beat between them. They would always hold this connection...through life, through death. The connection of life through their son...their creation. The bond that would always hold them... _ {I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name!!} _ His scythe tore through the assualting Aries. A scream echoed silently in his brain... He broke out in sweat and continued to keep one eye on the monitors and one eye on the enemy. Bright light flared, accompanied by intense heat, and Deathscythe's controls trembled in his hands as he took another hit. *You can't keep this up much longer, can you, old boy?* Duo thought wonderingly. *Just don't give up on me. Just a little longer, Deathscythe, please...* _ {Read my writing on the wall} _ "If we attack the south side, they won't expect..." "Scott?" Kara called. Scott looked up from his planning sheets and maps. Alex's forehead furrowed, the other three men sighed. Alex, being Scott's best friend had immediately agreed to rebel alongside him. Working together, they now had almost 300 rebels. They were everywhere... He, Alex, and three other held the most important positions in the organization, named after Scott's son. The Damon K Organization. "Later, Kara. I'm busy." "You swore you'd never let Damon K get in the way with our life, Scott." Kara said in a dangerous voice. Scott sighed. "Sorry, guys. Family first." Scott said, smiling. "This is important, Scott. Don't take too long." Alex warned coldly. *He takes this a whole lot more serious than I...* "Yes, Kara?" He asked, coming into the living room. Damon was watching TV, his indigo eyes flitting with excitment. He was almost four. "When you leave tonight, I'm going with you." She said. "Kara..." Scott faltered. "You know how I feel about taking you with me..." "Scott, I'm part of this rebellion, too. You have to include me at /some/ point." "I know....but what if something happens? Damon...someone will need to take care of him..." "Nothing will happen..." She breathed, embracing her husband lovingly. "I promise..." _ {No one is here to catch me when I fall} _ "Why did you bring your damn family??" Alex shrieked. Scott sighed. It was plain crazy, bringing Damon... "Never mind." Scott said harshly. "Kara isn't coming inside, she's staying out here. Lets get this over with and it will be like they never came." Alex twitched. "Ok...let's hurry." Kara watched from the distance of a few hundred feet as the small group of men broke into the military building. She held her son and tousled his chestnut hair. "Mommy...where's Daddy goin to?" He asked quietly. "He's setting us free..." She whispered into his ear, feeling all happiness well within her. "Daddy is part of something that will change the world..." "What's that?" Damon continued. "He's part of Damon K, sweetie. He's going to secure a wonderful life for you, my love." Damon fell asleep in her arms and she buried her face in his neck, wishing she could hold on to this age forever. That's when the building exploded. {Death is on my side...Suicide!}