(Sky's POV)                 

     All my thoughts are still. I kneel surrounded by people, yet I've never felt so alone. Not a whisper of my crazed thoughts escape the all consuming numbness that's taking over my body.

     I can feel my act melting away.

     In front of me lies the corpse of Barney. Who I was enslaved with. Who cared when I was bleeding out. Who was always fighting for others. Who always believed the best in people. How could Barney have died, yet I still live? How can someone so much better then me be gone, just like that? How did he deserve life, yet He doesn't? If only I could just trade places with him. How many more will I fail to protect, stuck in my selfish ways?

     I dimly take note of Ty, Derp, Mitch, and Quinten around me, but I can't hear them. Even when Ian tries to shake me. I don't care. I stared caring again, but now I don't feel a thing. I slowly unbuckle the knife from my arm sheath, fingering the blade. Ian pulls everyone back from me, but I don't care. This probably isn't how I should be acting, but I don't care.

     I slowly drag by blade across my hand, tracing the scar that never seems to fade. I hold Barney's lifeless hand with my own bloody one. Much to the distaste of everyone watching, I slice open his hand as well. I hold my friend's cold hand, our blood mingling together. At least if he can't be here with me anymore, I will carry a part of him with me until I meet my own death. I eventually drop his hand, my face still emotionless and blank.

     I get up. My injuries from battle are hardly noticeable as a new feeling breaks through my numbness. Quinten reaches for me as I start walking. I mindlessly flick my blade up and almost cut him. He flinched back just in time to avoid my blade. No one else tries to stop me. The four squid prisoners stand surrounded  by other recruits, but they quickly move away at my approach.

     The first one doesn't have time to say a word before it's dead. The second is soon missing an arm, bleeding to death. The third gets its throat slit. And the forth....... two broken arms and two broken legs has it soon joining its companions. Through my newfound rage, a kind of clarity settles over my mind. My fault. My fault. My fault. My fault. All the tiny pictures scattered permanently onto my back only remind me of all the mistakes I have made. All the times my hand has been cut open the exact same way. There must be at least 30 by now. I could name a few of them if I tried.

A chicken.
A slime block.
A moose head.
A black helmet with blue eyes peeking out,
a purple flower set beside it.
I recall an orange cat,
a squid, bear, and another chicken beside it.
A watermelon with a piece taken out.
  The three that are above my heart.
A tube of purple lipstick will soon join them.
The list just goes on and on......

All the people I have failed to save. Maybe if I wasn't so selfish, they would still be alive.
But now there's nothing to do but continue the show.

     I finally let my shoulders relax, my first unclenching. The numbness leaves my head, the familiar hum of voices replacing it. All of the thoughts about what I have done and failed to do, are blown out of my mind like a morning breeze. And I remember why I keep up being me. I feel so free from all the shackles that use to bind me. And it's always been much better to be the bad guy. Just a few more days. I can last that long.

"Welp, What's next? Are we gonna stay here, or leave some people here and then go back? Because now I'm bored", I chirp. Ian grimaces at my quick mood change, Quinten flinches back a little, Mitch seems to be frowning at me even more the usual, and Ty still has tears glistening in his eyes. "Just a suggestion, but you should check if this place has prison cells. This might of been a good place to keep them", I put in.

Just then, a slightly familiar flash of brown lights up my vision right before I'm tackled to the ground. A deep growl resonates my into my ears, being echoed by my own. We tussle on the ground, each trying to pin the other. To anyone else it probably looks like I'm being mauled. Even though I'm strong for my thin stature, my opponent still easily pins me down after a few minutes of scuffling in the dirt.

     "About time you showed up fluffy. You missed the party!", I laugh. "You invitation wasn't very early! I came soon hs a could", his deep voice replies. "Glad to see that you haven't gotten yourself captured again", I tease. "It was only one time! And we're even from when you ate a poisonous potato", Jerome growls in a joking manner.

     "As much as I'd love to lay on the ground for another few hours, I actually do have some common sense in calling you here, if you don't mind getting of of me", I say. "I was curious as to why you're traveling with a group that wasn't any of the assassins. You guys don't use horses", fluffy says, getting up off of the ground and helping me up. The diamond axe on his back gleams in the sunlight.

"So Jerome, do you remember the unfortunate events from when we met?", I ask him with a monotone voice. His voice also falls with the reply, "Yeah. Neither of us were doing vey good back then. How's your cough?". "What cough?", I ask, "Well, not important. There's actually someone here that I thought you'd like to see, considering how long overdue it is". I move away from Jerome and over to where everyone else is watching. I try not to pay attention to Barney's body, but all I can think of is that it's all my fault.

"Excuse me, I believe there's someone here who would like to see you, tribute. Don't make me drag you", I say to the group of people.When he doesn't come out from his hiding spot, I huff before quickly slipping into the group. A few recruits gladly shove Mitch over to me when he tires to run. I know he'll never admit it, but he's more scared then anything else. These two being apart from each other for this long has really eaten away at his people skills.

I come back over to Jerome, dragging a very reluctant Mitch behind me by the ankles. "Now, can you hold this for me? I believe you two have a lot of talking to do", I chirp before pulling the tribute to his feet in front of fluffy. Now I get to just sit back, relax, and watch the show.

     Jerome stands completely still, mind not processing what he's looking at. Mitch stands in front of him, head down and gazing at his shoes. Fluffy is the first to speak. "I've missed you so much", he yells, wrapping his arms around the tribute in a bone crushing hug. Mitch, cold-hearted captain of the Goldeneye rebels, quick to judge but slow to trust, breaks down and cries.

     "P-Please d-don't leave again", he balls into Jerome's shoulder. Two friends as close as brothers, meeting when both their parents were dead, fighting together until they rose to the top of the GoldenEye ranks, parting when they needed each other the most, now brought back together by little 'ol me.

      With everyone distracted, I carefully sneak away and mount SmokeFire. I quickly ride behind the surrounding hills, but I'm pretty sure Ian saw me go. Good thing that he knows better then to chase after me.

A/N
So, what do you all think of this?
Where's Sky heading to now?
What did Mitch and Jerome fight about?
What are the three tattoos above Sky's heart?
Do you hate me for killing Barney?
Where the heck is Seto?
And what about Jason?

All your questions might be in the next chapter. You'll just have to read to find out.

CatOppp,
signing out~