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Lexi heard his voice though the rubble she lost it. "No, Oh no! You did not just come back!" She yelled and threw herself at the wall of rubble, She kicked and punched and scratched sending stones flying. She looked back at Alphonse for a moment. "Take me through this, Please I know you can, Please I promise you will be rewarded." She was desperate, She had to rip him apart, She had to destroy him.

Lexi Threw another punch at the wall. "Alphonse, Please!" She begged she needed to kill him, to take his head in her hands and crush it. She needed to drain is body of blood. "Any thing." She then looked to the wall. "Why? It's not like you can't find him yourself!" She spat and smashed her fist into the stones.

Lexi Pressed herself against the stones. “What do you want Asher!” She yelled. “I swear you will get it if you just leave my girls alone!” She started to cry now. She felt completely useless and to blame for the horrible things that were happening. “It was unlike her, but she could do nothing, and so much was going wrong.

I watched as the man took Dawn into his arms and drunk away her life, backing up against the wall as he did so. I wasn't sure what I was seeing, or if there was anything I could do to prevent him from doing so. I began to feel as if there was a strong connection between her and myself before the confusion; the thought of having to protect Dawn was the only thing on my mind now. I picked my head back up and glared over at the man who's name appeared to be Asher. Slowly, I began to approach him until I stood only a foot away. I didn't know his strengths but his weakness seemed to be Dawn, for the way he looked at her said enough. "Let her go!" I spoke boldly, though knowing that words alone wouldn't stop him. The more I stared at his retched face the more the throbbing pain in my head grew. My hands once more gripped onto either sides of my head as my eyes clenched close. Memories from earlier times sped through my mind as I soon began to piece together my past. After a moment or so my eyes fluttered back open.

Franky sighed. Even though he had only known the group for a short time, Mallory felt like a brother. He could not leave behind a brother. Franky walked back. "Excuse my un-pardoned exit. Anything I can do to help here?" He patted Mallory's shoulder and rested a hand on it. Poor Lexi. "It's not necessary to be a leader all the time."

Too much was happening entirely too quickly for Mallory to do more than stand on the sidelines and quietly panic. He had not yet even realized Asher was a traitor and now he was behind the wall of rubble with the twins. Lance was gone, leaving Mallory with a kiss and a reminder of his promise which made him feel even more useless than he had previously. Could he really just hide down here and hope nothing would happen to him? It was so cowardly. Was there no use for him? Franky led a crying Alexia to him and instinctively Mallory put his arms around her, speaking soft, calming words in French. He rubbed her hair and back as though she were a small child. Then Franky was back, asking how he could help. "I do not know. Franky, bon ami, my good friend... I feel I do not know anything at all." Mallory glanced at the wall, then back to Franky. His next question he thought to Franky rather speaking aloud. Can you help them? My father can take you past the wall, if that is a hindrance.

Alphonse was not going to take Alexia across the wall in her current state, that much was certain. He needed someone calmer, someone who would not let rage cloud good judgment. At the moment, he was not so certain he even fit in that category.
((I'll edit my last post since he was supposed to be on the other side already. *shrug*))

Lexi started to get a hold on her self. She started to breath and she dried her tears oh Mallory’s pajama shirt. "Thank you Mallory." She said in a quit minuet voice. She then pulled away and hand out a hand to Alphonse. "Ok, Come on." She commanded, but her voice still held a hint of begging rather than telling. She stepped forwards and grasped his hand in her own. her dark eyes bore into his with a terrible needing want for violence.