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Delaney walked with the rest of the crowd, lost below the others. They were all so big and she so little. A small stab of jealousy hit her when Sophia intertwined her fingers with the Father's. Sure, the Father had two hands and Sophia was his lover. But nevertheless, Delaney was increasingly jealous that the Father was not paying any attention to her.

So jealous, in fact, that she completely stopped paying attention to what was going on around her. The thoughts in her head spun around simply to find a way to irk Sophia or perhaps more then that. Twisted thought floated through her mind. Thoughts are darkness, death and blood.

How demented were Delaney's thoughts. Like a child, she had a sickening sweet smile on her face, but she didn't think of sugar, spice and everything nice. Finally, when Father spoke, Delaney jumped to attention. She saw Wesley and Sophia annoying smirk and then Vincent's bored expression.

Finally, the Cruzzolas moved into their car. They headed towards their home where they would plot the final demise of the Descendants and Nike. A smile stretched onto Delaney's face as she thought of this. How wonderful death would be if Nike was not in the world.

~*~

Lalita was surprised to hear other voices and then was even more surprised to see Yoni fall near Nike's feet. But, most of all, she was surprised that the Cruzzola dared to set foot in their sanctuary and threaten Nike. A small amount of pure anger filled her. How could anyone do that? She wasn't perfectly good, but she certainly wasn't pure evil.

Pure evil was something she suddenly felt all around her. It wafted through the air like the smell of fresh coffee in the morning. She winced expecting the worst to happen. She tried to close off her mind and focus on Nike. "So, let's go kick some bitches' asses. Fuhgetabout. I'll go do it right now! Oh lemme tell you," she said, turning on her heels and walking toward the elevator.

She didn't get far though because the pure evil she felt before finally hit her. It hit her like a ton of bricks. Suddenly, she felt her mind being ripped apart, tissue by tissue. Everything that was painful and scary and sad were brought up to the front of her mind.

The most prevalent memory was the sound of wheels screeching against the road. The sound of her own small screams. Then the sound of glass crunching and then suddenly the outside view of a crumpled car instead of the inside. The only thing she saw was glass around the street and her parents fragile bodies crushed.She felt like a breath had been knocked out of her. All she felt was the feeling of overwhelming guilt that she saved herself but not her parents. She winced again and stumbled backwards