{A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home} Scott's whole world vanished before his eyes. He saw Kara...he saw Damon...he saw the fire that had come from no where and enveloped his best friend as if from the very depths of hell. But looking down at his bruised and bloody body, he was amazed to find that other than an injury to the head and some slices and dices on his body, he was virtually unhurt. {Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on} He stood slowly, but sank back down to his knees, uttering a low, mourning wail. Alex was dead...and his friends... He straightened. "Damon...Kara..." He choked. Were they...could they be...dead? He had to find them, and they had to get the hell away from here before they were arrested and executed!! With a hoarse cough, he breathed deep and jumped up, setting off on a dead run. _ {A world of violent rage} _ "Damon..." Kara whispered hoarsely, tears already streaming down her face. Her grip on his body involuntarily tightened. "Momma?" He whispered. "You're hurtin me..." She loosened her grip. Her mind raced furiously. Protect Damon...get the hell out of here... Was a constant reminder. Scott...oh God... "Damon?" She said again. She could hear sirens going off...undoubtedly mobile suits were on their way. "Run, baby. Don't stop, don't turn back." "Momma?" Damon's lower lip quivered. "Run for me, Honey! Damon-- go, now!!" She said urgently, seeing the familiar shape of a Leo emerge from one of the hangars. Why wouldn't she go with Damon?? I'm waiting for Scott!! {But it's one that I can recognize} Damon scampered away, and she prayed for him... She'd hold up anything and everything that thought they could touch a hair on her son's head while she stood his guardian...living or dead... She shuddered at the thought. Another shape took place a few dozen yards from her. She drew in her breath, praying, hoping... "Kara!!" The figure screamed. She almost fainted with relief. {Having never seen the color of my father's eyes} There was a loud cracking, a gunshot sound. In her mind, she saw a white flash, blinding her with its purity. She remembered a spray of blood play in front of her eyes...and then the light vanished, taking her with it... _ {Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip} - Kara staggered forward a few steps, her rich indigo eyes blank...devoid of light and life. She held her hand to her chest, a large red stain forming below her grip. Scott dimly heard a scream come from somewhere...and his throat was desperately raw. Kara moaned softly, her eyes fluttering open and shut. "Stop where you are, dammit!!" Someone screamed from behind him. "I'll fire again!" Scott didn't listen..he had to get to Kara! He ran again, barely feeling the bullet as it grazed his shoulder, not hearing the sound of the one whizzing past his ear. Distantly, he felt a sharp pain on his head, but he continued running. Ribbons of bright red flecked his face and chest...his own, he realized. He reached Kara, and she fell into his arms. Her wine colored hair spilled onto his shoulder, looking like the blood splashed on her chest. "Kara..." He breathed. Her chest on his, the liquid seeping from the gaping wound over her heart spread on his chest as if it had been he who had taken the bullet. He could hear and feel her rattling breath. "I'm so sorry, Kara..." "I'll protect Damon...like I said I would..." She managed, a trickle of blood escaping her mouth and sliding down her chin. She smiled faintly. "I love you, Scott..." {I tried to grip my family} She coughed...and the rattling adruptly stopped. "I love you, too, Kara..." Scot said passionately, holding his wife tightly in his arms. "/We'll/ protect Damon...I'll always stay with you..." {But I slipped} From behind him, he heard the voice of Kara's killer talking harshly. "Go to hell, you damn rebels." Click. That's all he heard before he joined Kara again...this time for eternity... _ {To escape from the pain in an existence mundane} _ Shivering on a street corner, Damon kept his knees against his chest and he blew warm air to his hands. "Hey, kid, what are you doing?" Someone asked. Damon looked up to see a fair haired boy some years older than him staring down at him with hazel eyes open wide. The boy looked in the same condition, grubby and scruffy. The boy had a torn pair of shorts and shirt, and mismatched shoes. "I dun know..." Damon slightly slurred, wiping his eyes from his tears he'd been shedding all day. "What are you crying for?" The boy asked. "I'm alone..." He tried. The boy broke a smile. "I was all alone a couple years ago...I've got friends now. Where are your parents?" Damon let out a small, choked sob. Behind the boy, someone walked by holding a newpaper that read: RINGLEADERS OF DAMON K KILLED BY FEDERATION SOLDIER. "They're dead." He whispered, his mind filled with the memory of his mistake of turning around and looking at Scott and Kara. He'd gasped as the gun fired, and hundreds of red beads shot into the air, then sprinkling on the ground. Still holding his wife, Scott Kaelen slumped over in the grass. "Oh." The boy said softly. "My name is Solo. Yours?" Damon shuddered. Somewhere deep inside, a soul wise beyond Damone's age coldy realized, *Damon Kaelen is dead. You will no longer call yourself that* "I don't have one anymore." He said bitterly. Solo shrugged, and helped the now nameless boy to his feet. "Come with me, I started up my own little gang of kids like you and me. You can join us." He nodded in agreement. Solo eyed him thoughtfully. They started walking. "Now to name ya, Kid." _ {I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name} _ Duo took another hit, and Deathscythe went sprawling backwards. He desperately tried to get Deathscythe back up, but all he succeeded in doing was getting the suit into a propped up position. As Duo looked up, his eyes widened at the sight of the small beam cannon aimed directly at him. {Read my writing on the wall} "Damn..." He managed, gritting his teeth. *Thanks, Deathscythe...* He thought quickly, *I guess the captain goes down with the ship, after all..* {No one's here to catch me when I fall} The beam cannon aimed at his face began to glow with sickening heat. Duo shut his eyes and allowed the darkness to take him back... {Caught between my culture and the system.... Genocide!}