• “Try, them all”. I clicked hurriedly
    “But you might die of an overdose!”
    “It… doesn’t… matter!” I clicked loudly. She grabbed some tape and taped my mouth.
    “This should help”. She took 3 syringes from a nearby box and injected me, more pain. I started shaking violently. She tried a different box, no effect. She hurriedly grabbed more boxes of syringes and started injecting me with them. Nothing worked. She grabbed the last box and injected all 3 at the same time. At this point I was in so much pain I couldn’t move.
    “…Don’t…touch… the sand!” I screamed. These were my final words. I died, just as she had found the cure. My body turned back to normal and I wouldn’t exist any longer.
    1 week later
    Molly Saunders stood at the funeral; she was back to normal and sobbing, “It was my fault”. Mikael’s friends were standing solemnly by the coffin, as it was lowered into the ground. Molly spoke: “Even though I only knew Mikael for an hour, I believe he was a brave hearted individual. He gave his life to find the cure. He was the bravest I have ever met. May he rest in peace. The covered Mikael in dirt, and left. They had more important things to do. The Purge was back.
    Molly walked with some of Mikael’s friends, asking them about him. What kind of person he was and how they knew him. From what she heard Mikael was just an ordinary 16 year old kid. She would avenge him, well. She got in her car, and turned the key. A voice rang out: “Well hello Molly.” She froze.
    “Huh, you thought no one knew about it did you”. A British voice.
    “Lisinger.” She whispered.
    “Yes, it’s me. Oh Molly, why ever did you have to change sides? What was it? Was it the guilt from shooting Molo? Or was it the kid?”
    “How did you know, I changed?” Molly whispered.
    “I have connections everywhere. I know you have the cure; I know that you are planning another Purge mission. All I need, is simply, where is the cure?”
    “How did you get in my car?”
    “Simple, it was unlocked.” Mr. Lisinger held a gun up to Molly’s head. “Keep on subject Molly”.
    “You wouldn’t!” she whispered.
    “Yes, yes I would.” He turned the safety on the gun off.
    “I won’t tell you!” He cocked the gun.
    “Tell me Molly.” She started to breath hard.
    “Fine!” she exclaimed.
    “Yes, give me my information”.
    “It’s in Paris”.
    “What? Paris? Prepost-“. Molly jammed her foot into his chest. He dropped the gun. She then pinched a nerve in his shoulder and tossed him out of the car. She threw an object onto him, on his coat. Time to go she told herself. She drove about 30 miles to the edge of the city. She then entered an underground cave. Some people were already there.
    “Molly? What took so long?”
    “Lisinger.” The name shut the rest of the people up. No one asked. The group included Molly, two guards from the border, a man from Paris, and a woman who lived in Manhattan.
    “We are ready to purge this disease from the land” the man from Paris said. With those words the group started walking out to the desert.
    “This is for Mikael”. Molly said. She turned a nozzle next to the desert. Underground water lines laced with the cure were being pumped out using a hose, the same plan as the first Purge. The sand was disappearing. They turned on more hoses, which had been strategically placed throughout the desert. The sand was going away, or at least the sand near the city. All the volunteers of the cause, celebrated. But it wasn’t over yet, Lisinger was still around. It was up to Molly to find him and hunt him down.
    The next day she woke up, and got ready. Today would be a big day, she told herself. The thing she planted on Lisinger was a small tracking device. She checked it, as it blipped slowly.
    “Fallon St.” She said quietly. It was the place where she grew up. She despised it. Fallon Street was the only place in New York that was covered in sand, a horrible place that people tended to avoid, if they were walking along the streets. When she was growing up, people used to throw things at her as she went to school. She had bad memories of Fallon Street. She told herself she wouldn’t go back, but now she had too. She jumped in her car and headed off—back to Fallon Street.
    She arrived after a couple minutes, wearing a gas mask. We don’t need another Creep running around she told herself. She walked gingerly through the sand into her old house. It looked the same except that a man was sitting on a chair covered in sand.
    “Hello Molly” a voice called out. The man turned around. It was a person Molly never thought she would see ever again. It was her father.
    “Dad?!” Molly cried out.
    “Molly, I’m so glad to see you”.
    “W-W-We thought you were dead!”
    “I somehow survived. It was a miracle; they have forbidden me from seeing you or Lisa”.
    “Lisa? Who didn’t let you see us? I’ll… I’ll… hunt them down.”
    “I mean your mother, sorry, I am so confused. I have been through so much.”
    “Dad, I can’t believe you’re alive!
    “I can’t believe I’m alive either Molly. As for them, they are the other side; they faked my death, and took away to one of their awful camps, full of Creeps. But enough about what happened to me… What have you been doing when I have been gone?”
    “Dad, I—I’ve helped to find a cure, to the awful disease!” She ran up and embraced him.
    “Oh Molly, I love you.”
    “I love you too dad.” Molly replied. A demented look came onto Jack Saunders’s face, one that should have never been there. If you listened you would have heard a slight noise, ever so slightly, of a knife being pulled out of a scabbard.
    “I love you more.” Teagon Lisinger said. All you could hear was the scream, and then nothing.