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This Is How I Disappear

Emily

My eyes flutter open and I feel drool dripping down my chin. I rub the crust out of my eyes and then lazily wipe the spit on the back of my hand and pat it on my pants. My eyes drift to Clary's sleeping bag... which was empty. I go into panic mode and spring up to my feet.

"Clary!" I shout before running out to the hall.

I call her name a few more times before something taps me on the back. I twirl around and see the little girl with two plates of crackers, beef jerky, and dried fruit. She hikes the strap of a canteen up her shoulder and gives me a playful look. "Aw, did someone miss me?" Clary snickers before waltzing into her room.

"Shut up." I blush and sit down on my sleeping bag and she sets the plate of food in front of me. Clary takes a swig of water from the canteen and then wipes her lips and says to me, "You drool when you sleep."

Something pings in my head, as if I've heard or read that somewhere. Regardless, it makes me smile. She raises her eyebrow and then shrugs it off. My eyes wander to the food in front of me and I immediately scarf it down. A few seconds later, I go to grab something off my plate and I realize that I've finished everything. Clary stares at me in awe.

"Damn. What a pig."

I thump her head and she dramatically falls down in fake pain. I roll my eyes and steal a piece of her dried fruit and the canteen. I down the rest of the water and exhale with an 'ahh' sound when I finish. "So," I say.

"So..." She replies.

"Hey, uh, what... what was your brother's name? What was he like?" I flinch, instantly regretting my question.

Clary looks at me, unfazed, and answers with ease. "His name was Ryan. He... he was funny, sarcastic, sassy, protective," She gives a little smile, "and bossy. Very bossy."

I smile at the last part and then start to chew on my bottom lip. This is Minho. I think. Definitely Minho. Should I tell her that he's still alive?

Before I can say anything, she changes the subject. "Alright. Let's, uh, get you ready. Follow me." She walks out the door and I trail behind her.

"Get me ready for what, exactly?" I ask.

"Some Right Arm stuff." She responds vaguely.

"Hey," I grab her arm, "What stuff? What does Right Arm even do?"

She rolls her eyes and faces me. "Agh, so many questions. Okay, in a nutshell, Right Arm was created by your parents and their friend, Vince. Right Arm doesn't believe in what WICKED is doing because well, dude, obviously, the money for finding the cure for the Flare is a complete waste. Anyways, right now we're," She gestures to the both of us, "finding and selling munies, immune people, to WICKED so we can eventually launch an attack."

I look down at her and process what she just said. Selling people? What? I just shake my head and we continue walking. Right Arm is against WICKED and so am I. I'm sure they have something to get the immunes back before the attack.

We arrive at a metal door and she says her name. The door slides open and I'm greeted with a huge weapons/training room. I slowly step in with awe plastered on my face. I walk past shelves of a plethora of swords, bows and arrows, guns; the list could go on and on.

"Where did you get all of these?" I pick up a knife and attempt to twirl it in my hand the way Clary does.

"I'm not sure. Vince got 'em." Clary picks up a knife holster and attaches it to her leg. Her fingers wiggle over the knives as she decides on which one to take. Eventually, she chooses one and places it in the holster. "Well... go on. Stock up. Practice. Go crazy."