[center][color=a187be][h1] Allison Revel[/h1][/color][img]http://i68.tinypic.com/mhf02b.jpg[/img][/center]

Allison was hit by a freight train as the shadow monster died, the creature being replaced by something undoubtedly human, though even that didn't last long as an axe cut the poor thing in half. The brunette crumpled to the ground just as what became of the monster did, though thankfully much more alive.

Everything slowed down, there was only heavy rain and strained breaths as Allison found herself in that familiar, useless state. Everyone else fought to their last breath, and here she was, on the ground after one action. Weak. Others fought to survive, and Allison panicked, worried about just being useful. Pathetic. She needed to get off the ground, but simply found herself breathing harder, the needles of cold rain threatening to pierce her skin. Useless. 

[color=9e0b0f]'What are you doing?'[/color] Some part of her asked that question, and her own lack of an answer was simultaneously telling and excrutiating. If she was crying, the rain masked it well enough that even she couldn't tell. [color=9e0b0f]'What are you doing?'[/color] She didn't exactly know. She was lying on the ground as everything fell apart, or at least things seemed to be falling apart what with sand joining the pouring rain in stabbing at her flesh. What was she supposed to be doing? Angel was missing, the enemy was stealing their means of escape, and none of it really made any sense. Allison wasn't exactly good at making sense of things, though she seemed fairly good at rushing head first into things that could destroy her.

Ernie's voice came through Allison's cuff, and she was sure she caught the gist of it at least. Something about retreating to the tunnels. Giving up, effectively. It annoyed the girl who had seemingly resigned herself to the ground. Her mind wandered in protest, looking for any alternative to grasp onto, even if it was for such a desperately selfish reason as to sate her own stigma. Angel flashed in her mind again, though arguably it never stopped, just with a different meaning to the word this time. Angel wasn't dead, that Allison was sure of. What if the enemy had taken Angel? It was something that had crossed her mind before, but now she was desperate enough to believe it. They had retreated to and stolen the ferry. Getting off the island was more important than crippling Zhang's home and captive weapons. Why? They must already have what they wanted. Why would that be Angel? Allison had no clue, but it had to be true, and if it was, she had to do something about it. There was only one thing for Allison to do, rush head first into something that could destroy her. 

She rose from the ground with a newfound vigor, and told her cuff to transmit as she turned away from the biting sand.

[color=a187be]"They have Angel,"[/color] she stopped herself, knowing that making a definite claim would be foolish, more so than she was already being.[color=a187be] "At least... I think they do. Anyway, I have a plan."[/color] It was the most reckless thing she could think of in that moment, with icy rain and harsh sand beating against her, fitting but ultimately terrible. [color=a187be]"Though, it could easily kill Angel if they do have her, so if anyone has a better plan, share it."[/color] Allison's voice shared the urgent words in a manner that surprised even her with how monotone and empty they sounded. [color=9e0b0f]'What are you doing?'[/color] the words echoed in her head again. [color=a187be]"Otherwise, Chris, I'll need you to land near the lighthouse. Prepare for takeoff immediately. Zoe and Kusari, you'll need to be ready to jump on immediately."[/color] She felt insane, commanding her classmates around for her selfish, suicidal rescue mission. Well, maybe she was insane. At least she wasn't crying on the ground while sand and rain ripped at her skin and clothing. [color=a187be]"End transmission."[/color] Somehow still standing in the impossible conditions, Allison forced herself towards the lighthouse.