People were pounding on the door so loudly I could barely here Sonja run down the hallway. She was out of breath huffing.

"Tom", she coughed out. "You need to get them to calm down".

Tom laughed nervously. "Hate to brake it to you sweetheart, they won't listen to me".

She grabbed the collar of his shirt and held one of her knives to his throaght. "Now dammit".

She let him go and he crawled to the side of the wall. Her watch landed in his hand. "Get out there".

Tom slowly slid up the wall until he was standing strait up. He put the watch on.

"Don't brake it", she said with gritted teeth.

He seemed upset. Maybe because Sonja just completely took away all of his integrity.

He sighed loudly and sauntered out of the room, not seeming nervous. Sonja shut the door.

I looked around to my desk. "We should put the desk in front of the door to hold them out", I suggested.

She nodded her head silently, holding her wrist. She went over to the other side off the desk.

"Ok ready". I got a grip on the other side. "1,2,3".

We both picked up grunting. Everything was still in the desk and was super heavy. We both put the desk down in front of the door. Exhausted, Sonja leaned on the desk. The legs scraping on the ground making an awful sound. It was now completely to the wall. She sat on the desk rubbing her head.

"What do we do now", I asked.

She was still rubbing her head. "Wait and pray". She put her head on her knees. "All you can do".

I always mess up everything, but this time I really fucked up. I fiddled with the watch while I walked over to the reference way. When I looked out the slit in the door I saw the Modsteps leading my armey. My old armey at least.

I opened the door. The armey screamed as I tried to talk. "Hey". They didn't hear me. "HEY".

The all shut up. Stopping flailing there swords and looking at me all glaring. Nadeshot walked over as the crowed split in half. I could've have choked him. After I took him in after his brother died, he took my Armey.

"Nadeshot", I said bitterly.

He stood in front of me. "Thomas".

"Don't call me Thomas. Your not Dianite". I turned my hand into a fist. I usually try to be nice and charming, but it wasn't working. I was fuming.

He laughed. "I might as well be".

"You'll be killed for saying that".

He laughed even harder. So hard his voice got two octaves lower. "Sure, whatever keeps you a sleep tonight". He held out his hand. "Come on Thomas". He was smiling brightly and charmingly. The way I taught him. He put his hand closer to me. "Join back, you can work your way back up". His voice got low and gritty. "We forgive you".

I slapped his hand away. "It's not Thomas". I pulled his hand over to me. His face so close I could feel it trembling. He was still a terrified teenager who needed so much help. I felt bad. His lip quivered. I whispered through gritted teeth. "It's Tom".

I let him go. He backed up into the crowd. Caught by the Modsteps.

"You all are traitors to your land and your God!", I yelled. The words echoing through the cave.

"Were traitors", Tony finally spoke up. "Are land is screwed, have you seen it out there". He pointed to the exit of the cave. "The snow is apocalyptic".

Josh shook his head. "The gods don't care about any of us anymore Tom". He mumbled it. He looked all out of hope. "Were all going to die and unlike the Mianites and the Ianites, were heading to hell with are God".

He was right. I looked up. "We can still make the best of it". I was quiet, but everyone still listened. "What sent us to hell was only caring about ourselves". I spoke up begging I could light a spark in them. "Don't end like this Modsteps".

I heard the gliding sound of Josh's sword sliding out of his holster. I knew they weren't going to listen. "It's to late". Josh screamed it so loud. There big mistake.

I ran into the base before they even started charging. I grunted, propping the huge table on the door. I ran down the hall and started banging on the Ianites bedroom.

Hopes fever was getting higher by the minute. She was breathing heavily 'up and down'. A lot less than her little heart should be. She was so pale and lifeless.

Sonja was still sitting on the desk. "How did she get so sick", she said it in a small voice.

"I-I". I stammered. "I don't know".

Loud banging and voices started on the door. Sonja got pushed off the desk trying to hold the door.

"It's Tom", I heard through the watch. "Let me in".

Sonja quickly opened the door.

He ran in almost falling on his own steps. He closed the door behind him shoving the desk closer to the door than we had with his own strength.

He was huffing. Breathing harder than Hope. "The snow is". He coughed. "Tucker is in that".

"Tucker is in what". Sonja had horror on her face.

"That snow is hell". Tom leaned on the door. "The Dianite armey is insane".

He picked up Hope's bag. "We got to go".

"We can't leave Hope", I said out loud. "She's too sick".

"Tucker". Sonja slowly was whispering to herself.

"We'll have to carry her".

Sonja snapped out of her whispering. "I'm going out for Tucker". She stood up, pacing, thinking about her plan. "Tom stay here with Hope and Jordan".

She paused with a lack of words. "Jordan you need to distract that armey". She slid the desk out. "Take my horse, I'm walking for Tucker".

"But Sonja-".

The door cut Tom off.

He sat on the bed with Tom. "You go", he gulped. "I'm not that much of a ass, I'll take care of Hope".

I nodded my head and walked out the door. I could hear the Dianites clambering outside. They couldn't make it through the iron door or the stone walls yet.

The brown horse was the one left. I stuck my hand out and tried to pet the horse. It nuzzled it's head in my hand. Even though you screw up they don't care, they don't know, but it's like they do. Sonja's voice echoed in my head.

I got up on the horse easily. I nudged the horse into a slow walk to the mines. When I got outside the weather was awful. The wind almost knocked me off the horse. I put the horse into a gallop and got into the back if the cave.

The back off the Dianite stared at me in awe. They were all on foot. One of them with sheer light hair smirked at me. They must have thought I was pretty dumb. Josh Modstep walked in front of me. I thought about running him over.

"Boys", he laughed slightly. "I want him alive". He turned around and was laughing maniacally. I heard the Dianites scream as I galloped the horse the other direction. Praying for my life.