The blackout ~ players needed!

((1. Are D and Kyra supposed to be called by their new names, or their previous names? 2. Noah and Heath look nothing alike. 3, Once they are being knocked out, can Noah fight them?))

"BUT WHY!?! WHY!!!?" Noah screamed, tears freely streaming down his face. Kyra won't remember me. And neither will I. The time to fight is coming, and I will not miss it. He would not accept defeat. This is NOT going to happen. He decided on a plan, if he did have to forget. After all, they both still had their weapons. Hopefully.
 
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The guards took the group into the container room, the clanking if the chains and cuffs echoing in the big room. There were many other containers with people Jackson didn't recognize. They walked in just as Dylan's eyes flickered open. Dylan looked up. Her expression piched when she saw them walk in. She let her face fall into her hand. Her shoulders were shaking, but there was no noise. She was..... crying? June was shocked to see Dylan cry as she watched the monitor. The container Dylan was in was small, only barely big enough for her to fit in. A tear slipped off her cheek and fell onto the glass bottom of the container. Jackson had never seen Dylan cry. Not did he even think of her being able to cry, by how serious and non emotional she was at the meetings.

(Btw, if Dylan is crying, that means it's really bad. Cause Dylan never crys. Noah has hardly ever seen her cry.)
 
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Kyra shuddered, it was cold. Her eyes opened in a panic. She was in a small container, and looked around at the room she was in and saw many other containers like hers, most were filled with people. Her eyes rested on D in the container next to her. She was... Crying? D never cries. Where were they? "What's going on?" she accidentally said out loud. Her mind was foggy and sluggish, and for a panicking moment she didn't remember anything. Then it flooded back, and she didn't cry until she saw her older brother coming towards them in chains. "No... Noah!" She shouted "They're... they're gonna.." It was so terrible she couldn't finish the thought. He looked at her with those eyes, and she snapped. She sank down to the bottom of the container to her knees, sobbing. She couldn't even rejoice in his touch during the last moments of her memory. She banged on the glass, even though she knew she couldn't break it.

"Kyra! Dylan!" Noah was both saddened and relieved at seeing them. He wanted to break down too, but he had to appear strong. Mostly for them, but partially for himself. "It's gonna be all right. We're not gonna die, we're just not going to remember." And then his idea came back to him. With difficulty, he took a pen from his pocket and wrote one word on his arm before he dropped it and couldn't get it back up.
One word.

"REMEMBER"
 
"Y-you don't understand...." Dylan finally said, her voice was soft, shaky, heart wrenching. She looked up at Noah. That was all she said. She sat on her knees, her head down, her hair falling in her face, covering it from anyone to see. Her first test had already been completed. It had been a success, thankfully. But the next tests could be very dangerous. She could literally liquify. She had almost vanished because of the first few tests. Her hands sat limply in her lap, she had gone completely still. "You shouldn't have come... You would have been saf-...." She stopped herself. "Safe from the tests, at least." She finished after a long pause. "I've seen what some of the tests do. And what you can turn into... And yes, you can actually die from the test. Loose your memory, or have bad side affects." She said. It sounded as if she was going to cry again, but she didn't.

June had gone completely still. She hadn't seen Dylan like that since their parents died. She had lied. Dylan had told her what happened to sydney. It had really cut deep, knowing her older sister and best friend had died. A flashback came to her vision.....

4 year old Sierra sat in the corner of the stone house, crying. She was very small, skinny, frail. Sydney, 5 years old at the time, had been the only comfort in that dark time of her life. She had come and sat in the corner, holding Sierra right in her arms and raining softly to her. Sydney had been the only one she regretted leaving behind. The only one, besides Kyra. Kyra had been Sierras only friend that wasn't her sister. But Sierra had been hurting and hated Dylan for being so ignorant, so spacey, so out of the world, that she had run away.
 
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