Gwen:

When I close my eyes and manage to block out the horrors going on around me, and ignore the aches and pains on virtually every inch of my body, I can still hear the cheers of the audience as I'm lifted into the air by my teammates. For those few brief moments, as I remember toppling from the top of the pyramid, I feel like I'm flying. I'm free and nothing can hurt me.

But I'm wrong. How long will it take before they stop missing me, stop looking, before I am forgotten about completely? A month? Six months? A year?

I'm no longer a person. I'm a commodity.

Lance:

I have a plan, years in the making. It's perfect, it's foolproof. All I need is to keep myself focused on the big picture: my ultimate goal. But then she arrived.

She tests my patience and my will. She angers and frustrates me, making the darkness within scream to be released. I want to ignore her, but I can't. I need to let her go, but can't seem to allow for her to be sent away.