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    Heather shook her head feverishly. [b]"No! Stop it... The Hypnotists used those words against me when I joined them! They reminded me of my parents, the ones who abandoned me to save themselves from the Hypnotists. Those horrible men took over my hometown and made a death penalty for giving birth to shifters, so when I was born, other neutral shifters convinced my mother and father to leave me to die in the woods. Luckily I survived, thanks to a certain someone who raised me. But now, I'm much stronger than I used to be. You can't convince me to talk to you, of all people!"

    Mirage emerged from the bushes. Staring at the ground, she muttered, "Yeah. We're not."


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    Heather's eyes widened. "Mirage...what are you doing with them?! Don't you remember anything? Don't you remember Terra?" she inquired desperately, limping up to her and staring into her eyes.


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    Mirage backed away, shaking her head and covering her ears. "Arghhh! Stop it! Stop it now! I swear, if you say that name ever again, it'll be the last word you utter! she threatened, eyes wide.

    Heather backed up, thinking of the shifters, the neutrals, and the Hypnotists once again. She couldn't turn into the sadistic monster she was the last time on the Hypnotist's team. Yet at the same time, who knew if the shifters would turn their backs on her again? She needed time away from both sides. It was driving her insane.


    But who was she, anyways?


    She was nothing but a mixture of both. A neutral, she made up her mind, she would be a neutral until it was clear what side she was on. And that meant there was no right or wrong. The absence of that offers freedom, but it also meant she might start to crack. A risk she had to take.


    Fingering the gun strapped to her back, Heather stepped further backwards. Drawing it up into a firing position, she aimed it straight at Ryan. Oh, the madness.


    "You..." her voice cracked as she spoke, eyes wide, "Cannot tell me who I am!"

    Heather jumped to the side, firing twice at Light before whipping around to face Ryan, gun in hand. "I... I am against everyone and no one! I'm no longer a part of this war! The only path left for me is on my own, and no one will ever be able to hurt me again when I'm gone... right?! Ever!? Yes!" her pupils shrank, rage and madness building up inside her. This was the last straw. She would kill anyone who tried to tempt her to one of the two sides, and it would feel so much better after she dealt with these three right now. Shaking, she drew in a large gasp of air, her trigger finger ready as ever.

    Heather turned the slightest bit, staring at the dead body of Light. Ryan's words echoed in the back of her head, far off, and she stepped backwards. Blood spilled onto the ground, soaking into the wolf's pelt and glinting in the sun. "Blood?" she whispered. "Blood?! What is this?" Heather faced Ryan again. Breathing slowly, she stared at her hands, then at the M-16 she held. She reached up and touched her cheek, which was bloodied from her fight with Caspian. Her mouth spread slowly into a half-smile of realization. "Blood. I'll make sure yours spills as well." she murmured, loading another round into her gun and aiming at Ryan's heart. "Anyone who is in my path, their blood will spill."

    Heather moved forward, slowly turning as she walked so that the gun was still pointing at either of the two Hypnotists still standing. Still shaking uneasily, she looked at Mirage, shooting her a threatening glance, then turned her gaze to Ryan. "I'm going to kill you eventually. You'll pay for trying to make me pick a side." she turned and ran shortly after finishing. Breaking out into the clear pathway, she spotted the shifter group. Instinct told her to catch up with them, but she then remembered that she wasn't a shifter anymore. She was a neutral. She couldn't be hurt anymore by anyone. It would be her path alone from now on.


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    Mirage stood still, watching Heather run off with her gun. She's cracking all over again. she thought gravely, recalling when Heather was a general in the Hypnotist's HQ.


    The young shifter was hypnotized for a while there, and that completely changed her personality. Then she started to lose her sanity on a night mission, shooting and knocking out Mirage in a night raid on the shifters. Heather ran off, severely wounded by bullets, and somehow returned to normal after falling unconscious near a lake. Mirage woke to hear that Heather was no longer in the organization.


    Mirage sighed, ending the memory with a wary glance at Ryan. "Why did you let her go?" she asked slowly. It was strange for a hateful person like Ryan to let someone go.

    OCC: Hmmmmmm. I think you got it all. Nexus, Caspian (presumably muahahaha), Naberrie, Dark Naberrie, Light, and Fang are dead now. And yes, Heather is starting to go a tad bit crazy. She's fading out somewhat as a main charrie for a short while. Dimitri and Mirage... love plot due. And Mirage will get her memory back very very soon. It's going to be the longest plot post I have ever posted. (I already wrote it in my RL journal xD) Paradox... I don't know yet. And my new charrie is not going to be Resonance. Her name will be Aquilaria (Aquila for short). She'll still be an eagle shifter with the same plot, same personality, sort of same clothes. So yeah. Oh, and Anti-Terra will be off on her own, but I'll make her run into Terra a few times in the future. Meheheheh I'm the queen of plots.


    IC: Mirage and Dimitri followed behind Ryan.


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    Paradox stood, thinking, when suddenly she jumped as a gunshot rang out. A bullet pierced into the fence, creating electrical disturbance, and as Paradox turned, she saw Heather, holding a machine gun. And looking surprisingly angry. Blood had splattered onto her yellow tube top, and she had what appeared to be many deep wounds and bruises on her face and arms. Shooting several times, then reloading another round, she managed to break a hole in the fence. She kept on shooting, gunshots ringing over the forest, until there was a good-sized breakage in it. She glanced toward the shifters, quiet and still, but still somehow looking angry.