Chapter 17

{{ K.C.'s POV 🌀 }}
It was like K.C. had forgotten how to breathe. She lay in a heap on the ground, hyperventilating. She couldn't focus on anything, no matter how hard she tried. From the position she was in, she could make out Andrew on his knees, large pieces of jagged rock scattered about him. She could still hear the harsh winds rushing through her ears, even though the wind was no longer there.
"K.C.? K.C., can you hear me?"
K.C. could hear someone far off calling her name, but she couldn't figure out who. The voice kept calling her name, but it never got any closer until the voice was practically on top of her, and the hands that belonged to it were rolling her off her side and onto her back.
Her face was only a foot away from Carrie, who K.C. assumed was the one who had rolled her over. She blinked a few times, trying with all her mental strength to shake the numbness off her mind.
"K.C., can you hear me?" Carrie repeated.
"Yeah I can hear you," she groaned as she started to heave herself up into her elbows.
"K.C. are-"
She cut Carrie off, "Yeah I'm fine, you should go check on Ash, he’s looking kind of rough."
She brushed Carrie's hand off her arm and stood up completely, surveying the damage of their camp. Ash was still in a fetal position, rocking back and forth with his hands clamped over his ears, although he had finally stopped screaming. Mackenzie was slumped against one of the larger plastic crates, soaked to the bone from the torrential downpour that had appeared out of nowhere. Andrew was still on his knees with his head in his hands. It was odd seeing the older boy in such a helpless position. Carrie seemed to be the only one who was completely unfazed, so she had taken K.C.'s advice and was now on the ground next to Ash.
She decided that since she was one of the only sane people at the moment, she should also go and help. She started toward Andrew, careful not to walk too fast so as not to startle him. K.C. had never seen him look so defenseless before. She hadn't known him for very long, yet she felt she could tell him anything, which was very unusual for her. She stopped directly next to him, took a deep breath, and placed her hand on his shoulder.

{{ Renesmee's POV ❤ }}
Renesmee couldn't get her mind off Rayne. She had spoken to her the morning after her dinner with Thomas and she had looked unusually disheveled. She had thought about bringing up the subject of that night but had decided against it in the end.
Renesmee knocked twice on the thick oak door that led into the Governor's office. No answer. She turned the doorknob and the door swung open but Rayne was nowhere to be seen. She shut the door and started down the hall to the Stream, where Thomas could be found most of the time. Rayne and Thomas had been spending more and more time together, so Renesmee figured that if he was there, the Governor would be too.
She made it to the large, glowing doors right as they opened to let someone out of the starched, white room. A technician brushed past her, mumbling to himself, clearly not paying attention to where he was going. Right as she was about to enter the glowing room, her feet froze. She suddenly realized that she hadn’t been in the Stream since she had seen the haunting death of that child almost a week ago. It had been a week and still, she saw that blood-drained face when she closed her eyes at night. The child's deathly face haunted her, a constant reminder of what was really going on around her.
She hated to think about it, but what if what they were doing was actually wrong? What if everyone had been drilled so frequently that the Infinity Games were saving lives that they had all been blinded by the lies?
"Renesmee? Renesmee, what are you doing standing in the doorway?"
Renesmee jumped, startled out of her thoughts by Rayne who stood a few paces in front of her with a confused look on her face.
"Oh, um, sorry ma'am, I must have gotten lost in thought. I was just coming to find you. I finished the report you asked for," Renesmee handed Rayne the pieces of stapled paper that she had been carrying around.
"Ah, thank you. Let's not stay here in the doorway, " Rayne turned around and walked over to the couch that was reserved for her, and her only.
Renesmee took a deep breath before following the Governor into the fluorescent room before barely stifling a scream.

{{ Sonya's POV 🔪 }}
Sonya had finally fallen and collapsed into a disheveled heap. Her small figure had been no match against whatever had just happened to her. The churning, blood-red glass had disappeared leaving only Kiwi and Sonya as proof of its tirade.
Kiwi was gripping her arm, sitting on the ground glaring at her, as only Kiwi could. She felt weak but she still had enough energy left to glare right back at her.
Sonya felt like she was on a constant rollercoaster with her relationship with Kiwi. One day she would feel like they had fewer arguments than usual but all it took was one spiteful word or one withering look to set them both off again. Granted Sonya hated Kiwi and didn't try to hide it, but she knew the feeling was mutual.
"How did you do that?" Kiwi asked, her voice sounding small and defeated, which was unusual.
"How did you make that table appear out of thin air?"
Kiwi rolled her eyes before retorting, "Do you really think I did that on purpose? It just happened, just like that glass appeared out of nowhere. Thanks for that, by the way," she gestured to her arm which she still had a firm grip on.
"Oh quit complaining, that shard was barely bigger than a mosquito."
"Then please by all means let me stab you with a piece of that glass, and you tell me why it hurts so bad."
"You're just a baby, that's why it hurts."
"Look who's talking. You're, what, ten years old?"
"That's it, I'm done with this," Sonya pushed herself up off the ground, her anger and frustration towards Kiwi finally reaching its limits. She concentrated for a moment before three shards of blood-red glass appeared above her head. She glared down at the gaping Kiwi and released the shards.