The Last of Them All (editing)

Justin's POV

We had finally got everything sorted out. We rallied up enough people who were willing to fight, or at least willing to contribute.

I thought that if we could at least get them to see her, I think they would know, and realize how important she was.

The plan was this. We sent out a broadcast thanks to Clara's help to all of the Peculiari within broadcasting distance. The message was broad.

We would have a war. A war for the most powerful being ever to walk the planet in over fifty years. A war, or a battle for the side that would take over the entire human race, peacefully or forcefully. A war, that would be the most destructive, exhausting, brutal and powerful war to ever face the earth.

And it would all start with this one battle.

This one battle. We were fighting to get her back, because I knew she was on our side. Right?

The longer she stayed there the more doubts I had that she would come out safe, or remain the same that she was before.

Who am I kidding? Nothing would ever be the same.

Some things had changed for the better, like becoming friends with Clara, or getting to be Ali's boyfriend, but we would definitely be scarred for life, beaten and emotionally abused.

Well, I guess that was the price of war.

Ali's POV

"Lavender's blue, dilly-dilly, lavender's green, when I am king dilly-dilly you shall be queen,"

The song was stuck in my head for the past several days and I wasn't even quite sure why. I hadn't even heard it in a while, and was surprised I still remembered all of the words.

I was curled up in the corner drifting in and out of consciousness singing it to myself when they came. Six, seven, eight days? I had lost count. Well I guess this was it. Goodbye cruel cruel world, I'm off.

They grabbed me and I didn't have the strength to fight back or else I would have. They took me into a smaller cell that looked more like a cage, much like the one I was in before, and then everything went dark again.

I held the little ladybug in between my fingers the entire time. If I could hold onto this, I could hold onto everything else. I wouldn't let go.

I WON'T!

I felt the cage start moving around me and we were off again. I tuned in with the radio in their minds while trying to maintain conscious.

"This is it. You ready? This is war." The driver was saying.

"Ready as I'll ever be." Another person stated. "I still don't believe how someone so small and barely even intimidating like her could be so powerful, I don't get it."

"Shut up and drive." That voice was that of Splice, Andrew's uncle.

Andrew seemed so far away. As did Clara, and J---as did Justin. My, my, my boyfriend. They seemed much more like distant memories than an actual reality.

"Who told you so dilly-dilly, who told you so? Twas my own heart dilly-dilly that told me so." And then I slept.

Justin's POV

The more it drew nearer the less I wanted to do it. The less I wanted to fight. I kept telling myself it was worth it. I loved her, I did. And I guess I would do anything for her. Then again I was only sixteen. Sixteen, it seemed like something from a cheesy teen romance novel. Whatever.