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:: Cameron tossed and turned in his sleep. Visions of the Inferno flashed through his mind. This time he dreamt that Morgan had killed Erika in her rage and was now going after himself. He found his powers unable to work as she quickly cut his head of with the Soul Sword. His body floated over the scene as he watched the bloody battle as she single handedly killed the rest of the people in the room, including her mother and Ororo, seeming to take special pleasure in those kills. Prophet could literally feel the pain as he woke up sweating bullets. He touched his neck and there was actual blood there. He called for his sister as she entered the room quickly ::

"Erika! Erika Help Me!"

:: How was this possible? It was probably Cameron's mind just overloading during the dream state, somehow he had given himself a psychic impression of the dream that was now on his body. As Erika healed his wounds, he looked up at her. He was ready to do this ::

"Let's go talk to Alison..."

:: Cameron got out of his bedroom and began to walk towards the door. He was determined to try and finally make peace with her ::
 
< Erika saw the sight of her brother bleeding from the neck as she quickly and instinctively healed him. His powers were definitely growing. As he defiantly wanted to go to Alison's apartment and was headed for the door, Erika was on top of things as she quickly orbed out of the bedroom and in front of her brother within an instant. She stood in front of the door. >

"Cameron. I will go with you but if either of you in anyway disrespect each other. I WILL end it. You need to heal old wounds and not open new ones. Before we go I ask that you please wait here for awhile and think about what you will say. I will be back in a few minutes..."

< And in a combustion of bright white orbs, Erika found herself within the Penthouse of Morgan Victoria once more, now looking much more cleaned up and healthy looking. She looked around to see nobody around. She quietly wondered down the hall as she called for Ororo. >

"Ororo?? Are you there?"

< Turning down the hall to the left she opened a door and found that it was not a bedroom but Ororo's Garden seemed to be there completely out of nowhere. She was in Limbo. She walked among the garden as she took a brief moment to enjoy it's brightness and beauty. Everything in the garden always seemed to be Technicolor. It just reminded her of everything that was good. The air was thick with the smell of flowers. She called once more. >

"Ororo?! Are you there?"
 
::a strong breeze gusts in the air around Erika...as a malestrom of pink blossom petals forms and Ororo's face appears...her voice all around in the air::

Ororo:Erika King. even though i am resting, I am aware of every living thing in my Garden.

What are you doing here? and more importantly, why are you in Morgan's penthouse?


:: her tone seemed stern...and detatched...but still, she was within her right to question the young woman for her reason being there. Ororo was not physically there. she was resting within her Citadle.::
 
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< Erika saw the form of Ororo appear in front of her as she spoke in a stern tone. Erika wasn't trying to sneak around or do anything. She wanted to talk to Ororo. >

"Ororo.. I am sorry to disturb you, it's just that Cameron is about to go to Alison's Penthouse to talk with her. I don't want things to go out of control. I am not sure I can handle the both of them on my own if things get out of sorts.. Do you think this is a bad idea?"

< The White Witch awaited the Goddess' response in silence. >
 
::Ororo heard Erika's question...a sensible one indeed given the delicate nature of what was about to take place::


Ororo: It is definately wise of you to seek counsel on this matter. It is my sincere estimation, that unless Cameron is prepared to own his involvement and his catalyst role in these traumatic events as of late..then his visiting Alison will proove disastrous. SHE is in extreme distress...but true to her solitary nature she chooses to fight it alone. she is trying to cope best way she knows how...but like ALL of us...she is suffering from severe doubt. she is wonder if she did the right thing in saving her brother...knowing that he WANTED something like this to happen. If she had focused on BLAZE instead..then the young fire elemental would be alive, Morgan wouldnt be near a catatonic state.

Your brother has much to be thankfull for. let us hope he realizes this before Alison decides to change her position on this and so many OTHER things.
 
<< the comfort and solace of unconsciousness wrapped its arms around the distraught demon sorceress hours ago. she slept peacefully and soundly....it was the balm her soul needed. all through her penthouse....it was silent...save for the faintest breeze and the soft melody of wind chimes on the balcony outside her chamber of dreams.>>

<< sleeping in the center of her large circular bed....Spellbinder dreamed...of days gone by...moments with her sister, alison...the day she first met cameron....it was as if she were reliving everything....but from someone ELSE's perspective.>>

<<in a dreamy fog, the events of inferno manifested in her dream like a constant, fast streaming montage....only the moment where she obliterated Haleigh, battered Prophet, locked horns with Shockwave and decapitated her sister seemed to play in AGONIZING slow motion...reliving EVERY sense and sensation.....her face frowned..her body twitched as she turned from one side to the other in her bed.....>>


<< soon she found herself dreaming of her first lesson with Ororo...the manifestation of the brightest part of one's soul...for the sake of life itself. to proove that one was not bound by dark magick such as the kind they weilded. she FINALLY mastered it....and with glee, she hugs her beloved mentor....she remembers....>>

we are not determined by our magick, but by our will to control ourselves...our soul...the brightest and most powerfull piece of it will always out power any outward manifestation of magick

<< she sees Ororo and her mother....reaching out to her...to pull her from the hazy fog of grief and anguish....and without hesitation, she takes their hands...and in a BLAST of thunder...and strobing flash of light...>>

<<...Morgan opens her icy violet eyes...back in her room, back to reality....trying DESPERATELY to cling to the warmth and hopefull feeling she experienced at the end of her dream...only to find herself feeling weak, achey and like she'd been hit by a pile driver. her body, her mind and her heart STILL ached from the events of earlier. she lay still and let the cool breeze flow over her nude body....closing her eyes>>

<<in an soft icy voice>>: Blaze.....

<< putting her hands over her face..a few tears fall from her eyes...but she doesnt get up or make a sound...she just lays.....and remembers. She KNOWS Erika is in her penthouse...her magickal detection immediately picks up on Erika's own form of magicks....but Morgan is too detached from her typical self to make any moves to confront her. it just doesnt matter at this moment>>
 
< Erika looked at Ororo with wide eyes and could only sigh heavily. What was she going to do? Everyone had noticed the changes in Cameron but it was almost as if they refused to believe them. She didn't know where to turn. It seemed that almost every odd was stacked against him. She wished Haleigh were able to go to the conference with her, at least Cameron would have some sort of support. >

"I understand Ororo, but you and I both know that people are all inherintely good. You know when Cameron said he wanted something like that to happen, it was merely someone just acting out in rage..."

< She turned her head to the ground and looked at the technicolor grass. >

"I am just torn because JUST as you would defend Morgan, I would defend my brother, but I would also defend my sister, how am I supposed to be a level judge in this meeting? I see both sides of their pain. I feel like this is largely my fault. Had I not cast that spell years ago, had they only known about each other sooner.. they wouldn't be so cold and distant and icy."
 
One of Morgan's rooms/Ororo's garden

::Ororo took a dim view of Erika's last statement. it REEKED of naivety::

Ororo: No, Erika, that is where you are mistaken. I know that "everyone" has the potential for both good AND evil. what determines the path you take...is the strength of your soul, your will. when i began to lose my X-men to this place....to save myself , Kitty and Darkchilde/Magik i turned to dark magick. I learned under the tutilage of the most view, demonic, vicious mage this realm had seen....and in time, when i was strong enough in the knowledge of the magick i attacked Belasco...using my magick AND my elemental powers. I beat him back with ease...and at his weakest moment...when he BEGGED FOR MERCY..i struck him down...killing him. or so i thought.

::images of that fatefull battle played out in front of Erika for her to see a young, savage yet beauitfull Ororo attacking Belasco with a bloodthirsty glare in her eye that she saw in MORGAN's eyes not too long ago::

ultimately it was his cruel way of teaching my last lesson...the LOSS of innocence and the destruction of all the "morals" i thought i had. I killed someone in combat when they were down and begging for mercy. and with that blow...i actually killed my own innocence and damned my soul in this realm.

Eventually though, my own will far too strong for the likes of Belasco to control, allowed me to do what no other pupil of his had done..i won my soul BACK and returned to myself that which was most important...my control over myself and my soul. My soul is as black as the concrete in the streets of new york now. by your definition that makes me EVIL does it not?

but yet somehow i have managed to rise beyond the mandate of "dark magick"....i have shown Morgan/Darkchilde/Magik the path they must take...some of them have fared better than others...but the ulimate lesson is that its not the magick...nor is it JUST the person...it is their strength of will...and character.

....everyone is NOT inherintly good Erika....and the sooner you learn that...the easier it will be for you to see why ALISON is once again rethinking her position on her brother Cameron....who by his own admission WANTED all of this to occurr.
 
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"Ororo.. I said that people were ULTIMATELY born good. Their choices and their decisions can change what they are, but there is always good in a person and it something that I will choose to believe until I die..."

< Erika had to stand strong on this. It was something that she firmly believed. People who called her naive were simply those who had been hurt in life and had given up. >

"And for you to say that Cameron is EVIL offends me just as much as Cameron telling Morgan she EVIL would offend her! My brother has a good soul, he has had a rough life, and though that may not justify it Ororo, he has made choices in his life that nobody will understand. Your love for Morgan is just as big as my love for Cameron. Just as many hours you have spent watching over Morgan, I have watched over Cameron. I have never ONCE said anything bad or reprehensible about Morgan ever. I have always given her the benefit of the doubt, and the only thing that bothers me is that nobody ever seems to give Cameron the same respect."

< This was all part of the problem. Yes there was an Inferno, but everybody had considerable blame in being a part of this as Cameron and everyone wanted to place the blame his way. >

"I understand where Alison is coming from Ororo, but no matter how strong relationship bonds may be, blood always triumph. Blaze and Morgan may not have always gotten along, but there is a reason that Alison has always managed to save Cameron. It is because she loves him. Because he is her FAMILY, and though I try I find MYSELF waivering because no matter how hard I try and what I give, even risking my own LIFE to save Alison in what seemed to be the darkest hour, she goes to Morgan, she goes to you and she never goes to me.. Everyone says they see why she left, but you have met me Ororo, you have seen my life, you know who I am and what I am all about.. I have never hidden that from everyone.. and it seems like everyone has been cautious of me since my arrival when I have given them NOTHING to be careful about. Maybe you cannot understand my predicament, but it seems to me I am reaching out to a family who might have too many scars for me to heal..."
 
::Ororo allowed Erika to retort. She DID respect the young woman and could the strong, brave spirit that radiated from her valiant heart. but it was not necessarily that impressive. Ororo was once like this, when she believe herself the caretaker of all living things given the nature of her elemental powers...but even BEFORE arriving in Limbo, she had learned hard lessons about how sometimes in order to be JUST ..you had to KILL and make other hard descisions::


Ororo: Erika, i do not discredit you. I ASKED you to help me with Alison so that you would see there was MORE to things than what you believed. You walk such a narrow path and choose to see things in one way...that will not serve you well in the long run...ESPECIALLY if you do not understand that ALISON is just as essential to your well being as you are to HER's.

Cameron has chosen the path he is currently on, just as Alison, Morgan and everyone else had. We ALL can see where we failed during the Inferno...and we all have regrets...that is not the issue. the ISSUE here is that YOUR BROTHER WANTED THIS TO HAPPEN.

When HE can see how WRONG he was for THAT and how he was selfish and rooted in avarice and depravity for the way he treated Morgan--which was one of the prime catalysts for this nightmare, then he will have OWNED his part in all of this. Karen and I spent HOURS agonizing after you all departed the pent house. Alison is still in agony and yet you only worry about what WE "think" of your Brother?

Let him stand on his own two feet Erika and attempt to repair the damage HE has done. IF it were not for Alison..he would be DEAD and you would be going through the same thing that WE are going through now.

Alison has no mother...do not deny her the solace she finds in turning to me or Karen for that which is lacking in her life. Instead, allow her to take what she needs from US so that she may have the strength to return BACK to you and the family she left behind.
 
"Ororo! That is just IT! Of course I am going to think of my BROTHER before anybody else! He is my blood, the manifest of my sweat, blood and tears! Of course I am grieving Ororo, but it WASN'T you who Morgan tried to kill with the Soul Sword, and it wasn't Alison and it wasn't Karen, it was the rest of the Six and Myself! Morgan has THREE people to look over her and watch her, Ororo, while Alexis and Cameron have but NOBODY! That is part of the problem! I mean no disrespect to YOU Ororo, but Morgan had people of considerable power backing her decisions up even when the rest of the group didn't think it was a good idea. You both let her run the team and when anybody tried to question that, they were being horrendous.. The simple fact of the matter was that Cameron was no more cruel to Morgan than she was back to him."

< Erika was actually getting upset. She couldn't take this constant insult on her Brother. It was getting almost redundant. >

"It is NOT Cameron's fault that Morgan was dealing with all of the issues she was. You say that some people ARE born evil.. Well Cameron didn't try and destroy the world, Ororo. He didn't kill thousands of people as well as his sister and teammate. That was Morgan! You can let her do all of that and STILL find the good in her, but you cannot look at my brother and give him the same respect. And on the subject of losing a Family Member? I lost my ENTIRE family thanks to my mother, I sent them ALL away to protect them and to do what's right! I lived my ENTIRE life alone spending every moment hoping and praying that Alison and Cameron were okay. And when I come back, both almost want nothing to do with me! So don't tell me I don't know about loss, I lost my family a long time ago!"

< She was becoming flustered and this Ororo could tell. Her emotions were strong right now and Ororo could tell that she would not back down from this issue. She felt very passionately. >

"The only difference in me is that I have been able to be diplomatic and look at this situation for what it is! Both Morgan and Cameron are GOOD people, but somehow, Cameron is made out to be worse than Morgan when he has not committed half of the things that she has. I AM worried about my brother! I AM worried about Morgan! But if it's one thing I have noticed in this group it is that everyone spends all their time worrying about Morgan and nobody else which is why everything is so fractured. If the people were treated as if their needs and wants were EQUAL to that of Morgan's problems, wants and desires, we wouldn't have the same problem. I could feel it when I entered this place! It has been the Morgan show from the beginning. Even when my OWN family had to band together to stop my Mother, it was all about Morgan. When is THAT going to change Ororo? When are you going to let go of this child you hold so dear and let HER repair the damage she has done? Because nobody is going to take Morgan going back to how she used to be. The Six will be finished as we know it. So as you say to me, let Cameron deal with his own problems, let Morgan deal with HER own..."

< Erika had said what she needed to say as she left the room and headed back down to the elevator where she pressed the button for Cameron's floor. She was feeling very on fire at the moment. She was too angry. She needed to calm down or things were just going to get progressively worse? Was Cameron REALLY that bad to have caused a World of Destruction? >
 
:: the door to the room that has been bound to Limbo for the time being slowly closes.....as do the double doors to Morgan's penthouse as erika leaves..::

Ororo: ::her manifestation fades from the garden...as her voice is now heard in the air around Erika ...softly yet still distinct::

though you may leave this room...my presence can be felt through the building. my responsibility is not to cameron, nor will it ever be. i am the guardian of the dark trinity...that is my task and it has been since LONG BEFORE YOU WERE BORN. Morgan has access to power that, if left unchecked COULD DESTROY THE WORLD. Your brother provided the match and light that ignited this inferno. Choose to believe it or not...that is YOUR choice. Morgan WILL have to deal with the aftermath of her actions...that is painfully apparent to her mother and myself. She KNOWS what she has done...and we cannot provide her with the strength to make it through this guilt and inner anguish...only SHE can get through...and if she cannot...then she will have FAILED one of the first lessons that i taught her.


Though you are a gifted and valiant young woman, full of life....you still have much to learn about your brother...and your sister. But even if you cannot handle it, take comfort in knowing there IS someone there for Alison too. But even Karen and I know when to step back and let things take their course.

Good luck Erika....We shall not speak again.

:: with that...Ororo's voice fades from the air....she is no longer in Erika's presence in anyway, leaving Erika to do what she feels she must. feelings were raw for some more than others....but the lives of those inside Illustra were all attempting to heal from the nightmare just past. in times such as these, the healing process is never easy...whether your a young mutant, or an wise goddess.::
 
:: Cameron saw Erika enter the room and was immediately alerted to the fact that she looked rather distraught and out of sorts. He stood up from the couch and walked over to her and looked her in the eyes ::

"Are you okay? What happened?"

:: Prophet looked at his watch. It was getting late. Alison and him had a lot to discuss and he didn't want to bother her in the middle of the night while she was sleeping. He began to ponder things. Maybe this was something the he should do on his own? He was a Man, and sooner or later it would be only himself who would have to answer for what he had done and not his sister, whom apparantely from the looks of her had been doing that herself recently, although he wondered with who. He placed his hand on his sister's shoulder and smiled ::

"Look, whatever it is.. you look beat, and you can't tell me after that battle with Black that you aren't the least bit tired. I will go by myself Erika. This is something that I need to do. Get some rest.. We will talk tomorrow.."

:: He wasn't giving her any time to respond as he knew that she would simply try and talk him out of it. These past few days had changed Cameron. Though he still wasn't willing to take the brunt of the blame for the Inferno, he was willing to admit that he needed change in his life, he needed some form of consistency since obviously what he had been doing since he became a part of the Six hadn't been working. He had already lost his best friend. He didn't want to lose his sisters. Cameron walked out of his Penthouse, closing the door behind him with his mind as he entered the Elevator and pressed a button that simply read "AM" which stood for Alison Marble. As the elevator raced up, so did his mind. What would he say to her? How could he thank her? Could they end this bitter feud? Only time would tell. The elevator dinged which indicated he was on Alison's Floor. He tentatively stepped out of the elevator and took a deep breath ::

"Come on King, suck it up.. Be a Man..."

:: He walked down the hall as he came up to the Door of Alison's Penthouse. For some reason there was no warding spell tonight as he rang her doorbell and waited in silence. ::
 
an unlikely visitor

::the massive oak double doors with pewter rings open slowly for Cameron....and inside it was extremely dark. no internal lighting...only the moonlight from the outside prevlaing on the shadows where it could inside this plus, rustic designed penthouse. it was Prophet's first time inside Alison's abode...ever. he could immediately discern the clean, simplistic yet "natural" feel of the penthouse..the soft scent of vanilla and honey flowed through the air subtlely. it was so quiet and peacefull, with only the soft din of the traffic and bustle far below on ground level in the city outside.::

:: Prophet's eyes had to adjust to the darkness and he was unfamiliar with the lay out of the sprawling penthouse.....but in the distance, he could hear a soft crying...a choked grieving of a woman...there was a small stair case, past the large living room, dining room and main areas of the penthouse leading to another floor...also enshrouded in darkness.....on this floor was a large, spacious area that appeared to be multifunctional...the decor was again simplistic, yet rustic and serene. down a hall on that floor was the master and guest bedrooms and a parlour room as well as a guest bath::

::though he couldnt sense her MIND..he could sense the heart ache and sadness...and there was a feeling of "slowness" as time itself seemed to be lagging around the penthouse, clearly a byproduct of Alison's sorrow. Cameron would have to attempt to find his way to her...in this dark, sprawling penthouse::
 
:: Turning to her digital clock which rested on her night stand, it read 3:49am. Sighing...this night was going as slow as a disabled old lady trying to cross the street. Sitting up, Alexis slid off of her elevated king sized bed and headed to her chester draws. Allowing the navy blue cotton towel to drop to the floor, she soon dressed in a simple pair of black draw string pants that said "Bell Grey" in metallic violet letters across the butt, and a violet cami....honestly, it felt like a chore to even get dressed. Closing the draws, Alexis soon peered upwards at herself in the mirror....She needed to get her mind off of all this chaos, otherwise she would have a meltdown. Grabbing a small clip off of her dresser, she quickly twisted her wavy blonde locks into a messy french twist, and clipped it up. Walking out of her bedroom, she continued down the dark hallway---feet pattering against the hardwood flooring---until she reached another room adjacent to her bedroom. Opening the door, the room was in fact Alexis' office; a very messy office at that. Walking to her desk, she rolled her chair out from behind her desk and sat down. Sitting back, the chair reclined somewhat, allowing the meta human to relax for a few moments before she swivled herself around to face the massive quantity of paperwork in front of her. ::

"Jesus...."

:: Shaking her head, with a heavy sigh, the CEO of Tempo magazine began to shuffle and sort through the different papers trying to create some organization. After about 15 minutes, she soon came upon some left over invitations that were distributed about three weeks ago. Invitations to a Magazine Gala celebrating Morgan's return to modeling and her teaming up with Cameron's hotel company. Alexis, and Tempo Magazine were hosting it at one of Cameron's hotels. Lifting the invitation up, she opened it, reading the scripture inside....How on earth were they to go to a Gala in three days after everything that had happened. Especially together, as a group. Gently tossing the invitation in the trash can aside of her, she then grabbed the remaining invites and tossed them in as well. Either way, whether Cameron or Morgan showed up, Alexis would have to be there...it was her magazine after all. Sometimes responsibility sucked; especially in this situation. ::

:: Continuing on with her work, what normally stressed out Alexis seemed to calm her. As the hours passed, she continued to work, until finally, she fell asleep at her desk. Her head resting on her crossed arms which were on top of her desk, Alexis was out for the count. ::
 
:: As the doors opened in an almost frightening way and Cameron was enshrouded in darkness he could instantly feel Alison's pain. The darkness was consuming as he made his way through the layout of the Penthouse, tripping over the coffee table and almost falling down on the floor before regaining his stance and continuing through until he almost again tripped over the small staircase in front of him. He figured that this would lead to Alison's Room and he could hear the sorrow of Alison much clearer now. As he went up the staircase he was once again lost in darkness. He could hear the crying much louder now as he called out to his sister. ::

"Alison? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

:: He now found himself holding the walls and walking down a hallway. He moved his way until he found himself at a door which seemed to be the end of the hall. It was either the bathroom or her bedroom but the sound of tears was now extremely close ::
 
:: the crying slowly fades away...leaving only silence. the door slams behind Prophet....and is sealed....the room is still painfully pitch black...as a pair of cobalt blue eyes open up in front of the mutant. they glare at him...::

why are you here? come to gloat?

:: the voice seemed to be cold, yet weak....and all around him. similar to the moment when she confronted him with the Ant Lions at the citadle....one might wonder what she was concealing in the darkness this time...and this time he was trapped in the room with NO ONE there to help him::


:: he would have to face his sister and give an account. he could see nothing but those unforgiving eyes::
 
:: He looked at the painful eyes of his sister as the door slammed behind him. He immediately thought back to the night where Alison set the Ant Lions lose on Haleigh and Cameron. Now, that seemed more like the confrontation he wanted to have with Alison. Both not saying what they really felt, sidestepping issues with quips about each other. But now everything was raw and in the open. He stood fixated on the pair of eyes. They were filled with such sorrow. This was going to be so hard ::

"I have nothing to gloat about Alison. I came to see if you were alright.. if you are okay, and hopefully put an end to our differences once and for all..."
 
:: the eyes continued to glare at him....there was no way to tell just what alison was thinking...or what she might do.::

DONT YOU DARE COME UP HERE AND TRY TO BE DELICATE WITH ME NOW CAMERON KING!

:: her angry voice flowed through the air::

you want to clear the air? let us clear the air!

:: glowing, blue black ribbins of energy form...lashing out toward Cameron and wrapping around him. mystic bindings impossible to break by any physical means...constricting him tightly and holding him where he stands. the blue eyes continue to stare::

you WANTED this happen to Morgan and I. YOU WANTED US TO SUFFER! YOU PROVOKED HER! You KNEW that she was upset by your presence and you used that to your short sighted advantage. you IGNORED my warnings...EVERYTHING i said...YOU, Haleigh and Blaze...ALL OF YOU ignored it..and now, Blaze is DEAD! Morgan is a basket case...and we do not know if she will recover.....

ARE YOU HAPPY!?

:: the cobalt blue eyes glowed...as tears sparkled and fell from them::

ARE YOU!?
 
:: Cameron could only but roll his eyes at Alison. Here we go again. He wanted to just scream at her. Scream his point to her, Scream his pain. But he knew that wouldn't get him anywhere. She was angry. She was hurt and she was in pain. He had never seen Alison yell at anyone like this in her entire life. It was a rage specifically reserved for her brother ::

"Alison! Maybe a part of me DID want that to happen! I was SO mad at you that I wanted YOU to experience the pain and loss of losing the most important thing to you! Did you REALLY think I wanted Morgan to destroy the world? No! But it HAPPENED! You forget that HALEIGH is dead too, Alison! Which figures since the only person you have seemingly EVER cared about is yourself and MORGAN! Jesus, I am one arrogant son of a bitch but at least I own up to it!"

:: He turned away from her eyes. It was always like this between them. When they got together they just couldn't refrain. Alison was calling him out on his wants and desires. In truth, Cameron DID want something like this to happen, but in his perfect world, it would be Morgan that lie dead as stone and the rest able to MOVE on. He didn't want anyone else to die. That wasn't in the cards. He didn't care if anyone else thought it was such a horrible thing to think. If he spent any time caring about what other people thought about him, he would would NEVER have any time for anything else. ::

"I acted out of ANGER! I DID at the time WANT those things! I am not going to try and pretend I didn't! I am being honest.. I WANTED an Inferno, but you can BET I didn't want my BEST FRIEND or Blaze to die! I wanted MORGAN to be the one to die! MORGAN to be the one who would never walk this Earth again. Sorry if my WANT got screwed up! But at least it WAS Blaze and NOT Morgan, think about how much worse the pain would be at the lost of your "only" family, since none of us mean a damn to you anyway? To Erika and I you died years ago when you left us with that Insufferable Bitch of a Mother..we have been mourning for years.. so you can understand why your tears seem wasted on me. Our sister's cried enough for the both of us..."
 
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