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Hey reader's. I'm SO sorry there hasn't been any posted on Convicted in a while. Swear to you all i am planning on posting. I have been on a trip, and working, and way to busy that i haven't had any writing time at all. I do however plan on posting n the next day or two. It's just crazy timing because I'm trying to raise money for things, and working around the house and such, and on top of it all my mother is dragging m everywhere trying to 'prepare me for High School'. So again there will be more story, just a little time is all i need. It would also help if you guys want to throw around some idea's? What events do you guys think would be a good addition? Let me know! ~Dreamer.

Dear Ray,
Happy 35th Birthday. You've come a long way in such a short amount of time. And no matter what you will always have the love of your fans.
Sincerely, Dreamer.

Hey Killjoy's! if you want to continue reading this fic, please comment at the bottom so i know to send you a message when i post next. i am going to clean out my message box, ao you would be doin me a hug favor! ~Dreamer
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POV-Janelle- I awoke in a cloud of smoke, dust burning my eyes, it hit me that I was no longer in BL/ind, but was in Gerard’s arms. He was cradle caring me; his face was covered in soot, his brilliant red hair now with spots of motor oil and grease, his emerald eye dim with several bags under them. The sun was hot and the air was muggy, I don’t see how either of us stood it, but we managed. I figured I should let him know I was okay, say something to let him know I can walk on my own, but I didn’t know what to say. I figured anything would do for now.

“It’s hot,” was all I could think of.

Yes Killjoy's, the title is correct. I am discontinuing my fic The Missing Runaway. I'm sorry, i know its sad knew. But never fear! i always have a knew idea. i have to stories that i am currently writing. On is not a fan fic, and the other one is kinda, but not really. i'm not sure what to title either of them yet, but if your interested in reading them, than please comment or message me, also if you were reading my fic Convicted, it will continue, i had a small case of writers block. Luckily that passed and now i will begin writing as promised. So, i bid you all a fair well, i am truly sorry about the sad knew.
~Dreamer

POV- Mikey- Blair was starting to worry me. It had been three hours, and we still couldn’t get her out of my room. Frank and Gerard has cleaned up all the broken glass and put the phone away. I knocked on my bedroom door once again, hoping I would get out at least a word from her.
“Blair, come on. It’s been three hours, at least let me know you’re alive.”
No response.
I sighed heavily, and walked back into the living room. Frank and Gee were on the couch watching Walking Dead reruns.
“Frank, it’s your turn, she won’t respond to me.”
“Why me, can’t Gerard go!?”
“Well, no, because she’s in my room, which means he is probably the reason she’s upset, now go, and no whining.”
“Fine.” He walked off in a 5year old tantrum manner.

POV-Frank- I knocked on Mikey’s door.
“Madam Blair, are you alright?” I said in a funny accent, hoping to make her laugh.
I heard muffled footsteps, and suddenly I was face to face with a puffy eyed Blair. She sniffled, and I hugged her.

POV-Mikey- Kat’s face was totally pale, her scared eyes wide, in fear. The Draculiod stood behind her, and as fast as lightning I grabbed my gun and shot him, hitting his heart. I Ran to the side and sounded the alarm, they had found us. Kat had collapsed to the ground; she was shot in the back.

“Help!” I screamed, as Renily and Jessica ran into the room. They crowed around Kat, I was so scared,

“Kobra, Ghoul and Renily, take care of the ambush, Bandit and I will take care of Kat.” Jessica ordered. She had always been a good leader in times like this. Kat was almost totally still, Bandit had to give her CPR. Good thing she was certified.

They were coming from everywhere, we then had to spit. Quickly coming back together, on the outside of the station, then I heard a her scream my name.

POV-Gerard- I snuck out after everyone was asleep. I didn’t take the car, I couldn’t leave them stranded, they would need supplies soon enough. I ran as far as I could, making it to the road about 1pm the next day. Surly they knew I was gone, or locked in my room. I didn’t leave a note, and I didn’t pack anything, but a day’s worth of food, water, and first aid. I slept in a tree, by the road, and to my amazement the desert was kind of cool at night. The next morning, I had a few bits of my apple, and headed off to find Janelle. Walking along the path, I found footprints, and a Kit Kat wrapper. Janelle had been here. Now where has she gone? I continued to follow the road, when a sudden thought of terror hit me, and I knew where she was. Janelle was now at BL/ind.

Yes dear readers, i have decided to continue this story, although it isnt as popular as Convicted, and was my first fan-fiction, i decided those who dp read it would like it to continue. So here we are!
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POV-Blair- I felt like crying. The Foster Care System (FCS) has already contacted me. They assign a single consoler to each child, so that way we have a certain person to contact, or to contact us. I think it’s to make it easier on the kids. It has only been 2 days since the death of both my foster parents. Normally it takes up to a week or so. They must be really bored. Mrs. Shawman, my consoler, said she would call me back in about a day or so.

POV-Janelle- Demetria scolded Logan about letting Bandit live during rescue escape. She told him that if Bandit (A.K.A Zoey) was willing to leave him, then she didn’t love him. Brainwash, is what I call it. I made a vow that I wouldn’t let that happen to me. I still want to remember everything that I’ve done, all the pain I’ve caused people. Especially Gerard, he was the main reason brainwash was not an option. Demetrius’s voice lowered, I could no longer hear her. Within a few minutes, she returned back into the office with Logan. She looked at me with her glimmering eyes of evil.
“Janelle dear, I’m very sorry, but we must bunk you and Caleb, one of our trainee’s, together. The construction workers are still working on the extra bunking houses. ”Oh, the witch, she truly was evil.
“Why can’t I bunk with Shadow?”
“Oh, my dear, Shadow…well Shadow is my personal assistant, so she bunks in a small closet like room in my home. There is no room for anyone else. I’m sorry my dear.”

Hey Guys!! Sorry i haven't posted in a while!! I went on Vacation the day after Gee's Birthday, and didn't take my computer. i WILL be posting something in the near future. Promise. Both Fiction's shall continue, but i just got back, so i haven't had the time. My mind has been reeling with new idea's, so i hope your ready for a twist! Thanks for being so patient with me for the past week. ~Dreamer.