Hung my butt on a stool at the bar, put my head in my arms and cried.Derek heard me. Yes, he’s an icky little brother at possibly the worst age poss...ble, but he came to my aid.“Sis? Tara?” he said softly, touching my arm.I said nothing, just sobbed.“I know, Sis,” he said. “It’s hard. You need somebody to talk to.”“Who?”“Somebody ‘sides me. Kara, maybe. Rachel said Kara lost her mom.”“I dunno. It’s late. Just leave me alone...”“No, Sis. I love you. I’m gonna help.”He disappeared. I stayed there. You hadn't been a slob by any means, but you weren't exactly captain of the football team either. The changes had been drastic enough that the nanobots had to "kill" you in order to complete their task. They had managed to sustain you throughout the process though, even if it appeared as though you were dead.The changes had not only cured your disease, but also got rid of any scars and wrinkles while giving you a more chiseled, youthful appearance. You were worried at first that someone might. No you didn't," Kyla mumbled as her legs gave out and she plopped down on the spot. Lonji studied her for a moment, then sat himself down across from her. "What's your name?" "Kyla. Kyla Valstar," Kyla replied without looking up. "What's going to happen to me?" Lonji straightened up. "Well, you've been sold to Lord Falavax as an arena slave." "Great," Kyla grumbled. "I am indentured to him for as long as it takes to prepair you, physically and mentally, for the pits," Lonji told her. "And I am. Dressing quickly, Alice took one last look at her victims; they were copulating lustily without any regard to their surroundings. Alice smiled in satisfaction and left the sweaty room. She walked through the hospital gates, concentrating on returning home to gather Damon's overnight bag. She was blissfully unaware of the approaching Clio, flashing and hooting in cheerful recognition.June shrugged, 'I suppose she does have a lot on her mind at the moment.' June was too busy to chase after her.