For the rare few who've actually read this story, it's finally moving along with some action. I'm gonna try to post character descriptions on Friday. Perspective:still Lyssie.

Mothy screamed, and I yelled her name. Frozen pizza boxes cascaded to the floor, the red-suited people were yelling, boots thundering on the floor as they closed in on us. In the background, the intercom blared out a pre-recorded warning, over and over. Mothy held up her pizza box, as if that would protect her. The Officials didn't draw guns and shoot us, confirming my suspicions. It had been our secret, the way things that were dead...didn't always stay that way. I hadn't told anyone because...they'd think I was crazy. I half thought I was crazy. There was no plausible cause. But they knew, because they didn't shoot us. I tried to grab Mothy, but they had her. She fought like a cat, shrieking, writhing, kicking. My hand was on the hilt of my sword, but strong hands had my arms in a painful grip. I jerked my foot up behind me, desperately trying to connect with a target. A grunt and a moan, accompanied by a sudden release of my arms, told me I'd found one. In one fluid motion I had the sword out, and I felt better, more focused, powerful. But Mothy's screams were getting farther away. I was too reluctant to swing the sword--in this enclosed space, a hit could easily be deadly. "Lyssie!" Mothy's terrified cry brought me, lunging, toward her captors, but I'd hesitated too long. I hit one in the legs with the flat side of the blade, bringing him to his knees, but the others were surrounding me and Mothy was being dragged away. I whirled and slashed, knocking people out with each stroke of the blade. Now the remaining Officials did draw their guns, but I was already over their unconscious buddies and sprinting away. I honestly don't know how all the shelves got knocked over, toppling like dominoes and crashing just as I got out of there. Whoever knocked over those shelves helped me out, because no one came after me. I ran for the door, gasping, thinking only of saving my sister.