~Dec. 2, 2043~
It was a rainy day... Just like all the days the bad stories began with. I know. Mommy told them a lot. Father got angry often because of that... Or at least that's what I thought... Older people always underestimate me. Always, every single time. Just because I'm 9 doesn't mean I don't understand them. Grown ups just don't understand, always using their fancy words. 'Fancy', that was one of them. Well, when I was younger. I tried to warn them. I noticed. I saw it coming. I did! They didn't... But now it's too late. Father could have stopped them. He has a gun. I saw it, many times. Mommy didn't like the gun. Father placed it against her head a lot. That's why she hated it. I know that. I am able to understand. They always thought I couldn't. And now they're dead. Because they didn't listen, they are dead... 

Tears run down my cheeks, but crying won't safe me now. Playing the grown ups game won't safe me. Pretending I'm just an innocent (another one of their fancy words) little girl won't safe me. I can hear their claw-like hands, that's how father called them right?, on the other end of the door. Slowly working their way in. I can feel my heart beat in my throat. Why? Why me? Why didn't anybody listen? Why do I deserve this? I can hear their breathing. I can hear their hunger, I can hear their claws. I can hear everything. The screams out on the street. I am screaming too. Once I knew there was no escaping, I lost control. I, me, the one who understands, who foresaw, I lost control to the chaos and the fear. And look at me now. A nine years old girl, desperately clamping a bedpost. Crying and screaming like it will change anything. Look at me now, my final moments. How did father call people who gave in to fear? Ah yes, a [i]disgrace[/i].

"Last night block D which is located in Grinï got wiped out in a fire", the newsreader said, "now, for those of you unfamiliar with the block-system, here is a short explanation. If you all look at the diagram behind me you'll recognise our city, Trinea." Behind the newsreader there was a green screen but to the people viewing the show at home on a television the diagram the lady mentioned would actually appear behind her. Then again, most people would still rather look at the newsreader. All work had obviously been put into making her look beautiful. She wore a simple dress, low cut around the neck. Long blond hair, with long, stretched curls till around her bottom. Huge green eyes that, in real life, would have made anyone feel like they could look right into their soul. Perfect proportions, exactly the right amount and kind of make-up.

While every spectator was obviously distracted by the inhuman beauty of the newsreader, the explanation of the block-system continued. "So, every part of the city is divided into blocks with their own name. They start in Grinï with A and end in Trin with GAT", the newsreader spoke. A faint red colour was visible on her cheeks, nobody needed to tell her the dress was a bit too low cut. Then again, that was exactly what the director wanted. Bad news always had to be given by a beautiful face, it makes things easier to deal with and to make it more believable. An entire block destroyed by fire during a rainy night... Yet, the information had come from the government and so it had to be true.

 "Hahaha", the man laughed, "a fire? That's what they came up with? That's priceless!" He was sitting on a throne and wore a red cape. Like all of the people in the underground church. "Yes, our plan was a success and this confirmed out operative in the government is still active", another man spoke. "Well, that's good news then", the first replied with a big smile on his face, "hail Zed!" The others repeated after him: "hail Zed."

~Dec. 3, 2043~
[hider=Alexia]
-Alexia
Mayor Dr. Prof. Gerard Ellestine stepped out of the car. Unlike the day before, it was hot without even a cloud in the sky. "A good day, Mayor", the driver and close friend to the Mayor said. "A good day indeed", Gerard replied, "let's hope it stays that way, for once..." His facial expression seemed almost depressed. The fire in Grinï had shocked him. Especially since it wasn't really a fire. Not that the citizens were allowed to know, nowadays, people didn't mind not knowing things. Most people anyway, Gerard wasn't a fan of that, but he used it to his advantage anyway.

The Mayor made his way to the front door of the research complex and opened it. He felt naked and exposed in the open without many guards. Many distrusting events, all kept from the regular populace had been occurring lately but those matters were for others days. Today was an inspection day. The heads of the research centres would give him reports on how their research had progressed. It wouldn't just be today but probably tomorrow and the day after. If many things had been found out, no matter how trivial, it may even take an entire week. Mondays are the worst...

Inside, behind the desk, sat an administrative worker. "Ah, Mayor, I'll inform Head Darkling of your arrival", she spoke upon noticing the elderly man entering through the door. "Good, I'll just wait here then."[/hider]
[hider=Neil]
-Neil
"Neil, there has been a robbery at block FAA, 5th street, house number 12", a person from Mission Control said though a walkie talkie. Mission Control, or MC, is the place where all the reports come in and then they sent them to the police officers who are supposed to be closest to the incident. "No further intel available at this moment. Two other officers were also contacted."[/hider]
[hider=Amani and Victoria]
-Armani
"MC to Armani. We require a status update. Gen. doesn't expect too much though, the louder it gets in the city, the quieter the brainless. By the way, since we're talking anyway, want to go on a date with me? MC over." Mission Control, or MC, is the headquarters of communication for Scout. Not everybody there takes their job as serious as they should. "Yo Victoria", the person next to the one contacting Armani said, "anything to report? Like a kill or an usual thing? Like your ass? Damn girl, I'd love to hit that. Would please go out with me?" As the two men placed their hands over the voice recording devices, laughter arose in the room. "Hahaha, Stealer and Vic are going to kill you guys now that you've pulled this again. How many times have you done this already?" "Four maybe five times...?" "You guys must have balls of steel!"[/hider]
[hider=Renia]
-Renia
"So... You're Renia", a female voice said. Though, while it was female it was anything from sweet. "I'm Leona. I'll be the one interviewing you. First question, how did you get here?" The room was small and damp. The single light in the ceiling wasn't enough to properly lit the room up and so Leona's face and body were covered in shadows. Besides a door, a table and two chairs the room was empty. The wall was only disturbed by a mirror which could be nothing but a glass you can only look through from one side, the side was not facing the two woman in the room.[/hider]