Two sisters need help. ((OPEN!))

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    " What's wrong? Tell me." Quinn asked Zane, seeing his far-away look.
    " Zane? We have to go. Now." Quinn said, looking down the hall. She tried to at least grab hold of his hand so she could drag him down the hall.

    " Hm?" Quinn let go of Zane's hand as he caught up, and looked at him, her head cocked.
    " The new training? What's wrong with it?"

    Quinn looked at him, slowling down.
    " Public fighting? Like, they fight to the death so the Whitecoats get money?" Quinn asked, disgust on her face. That reminded her of a couple missions she had, where she had to fight people to their death. She hated it, espically when the other cheated.

    " It's alright, okay? She's not going to get hurt. " Quinn said comfortinly (( OR HOWEVER YOU SPELL IT.)).
    " What will make you feel better?" she said, hating seeing him so sad.

    Quinn stood infront of him, letting go of his hand.
    " Tell me what will make you feel better. You're smiling, but I know it's fake."

    Zane narrowed his eyes, smiling. "I'm fine-"
    "SHADOW, STOP YOU'RE GOING TO KILL HER!!" He was interrupted by a Whitecoat's yell. Erasers ran past and through the doors to the pens.
    No..NO! Zane thought in panic. "Tell them I'm checked in, I need to move!" he told Quinn quickly, dashing for the doors.

    Quinn sighed, wanting to follow.
    She walked down.
    " Where is he?!" one of the Whitecoats snapped at her. Quinn's heart sank as she remebered her other mission.
    She was supposed to bring Zane to them for torcher, but she had no idea why.
    " He...." Quinn sighed, losing her voice. She looked down the hall, hoping Zane wasn't coming anytime soon.
    (( OYUS, I WILL PUT A TWIST/shot.)

    By the time Zane got out, Annorah was already dead at Shadow's claws.
    The Erasers held him back as he struggled to rush to her side and PIMP SLAP kill Shadow. The Erasers shoved him back inside, his mind whirling with anger and sadness as he went down the hallway. He soon caught up with Quinn, staring at the ground as he stood NeXT to her.

    " Zane, you have to run, alright?" Quinn whispered so the Whitecoats couldn't hear her, and turned.
    " He's here." she said.

    " Don't question! Just follow." Quinn hissed, seeing the Whitecoats get closer.
    " I'm sorry, alright? I want you to know that." Quinn said. " Now run, alright? Listen to me."


    (( Yeah, I might kill her, maybe not....))

    Zane stopped in front of her, hands planted on her shoulders to stop her. "Sorry for what? Quinn, what's going on?!"


    ((LOLTAKEHIMALREADY.))