Summary: Cloe wants to end her life, but something or as a matter of fact... somebody ruins her plan. What is it with the new tribe, and who are they? And why does it change her life? Cledism and perhaps some Jebony!

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A/N: I hope you'll all enjoy this story. It's my first time to write a Tribe story, so please be kind when you review. This story starts at the beginning of season 4, but will be different from the rest of the season, or at least I'll try. This story will be a cledism!

Chapter 1

Cloe was so confused. Who was this new tribe? Where did they come from? She sat on her bed, unsure of if she should be scared of the Technos, as they called themselves, or if she should just ignore them.

Actually, now that she thought more of it, they weren't evil like the Chosen were or the Locos. They seemed harmless and they didn't really force people into following them, people just did!

Or actually... One of them seemed a bit evil, she didn't know his name, but he looked important. He, the blond Techno guy, had shot Lex with some kind of laser, without any remorse. As if Lex were only some animal... Okay, perhaps Lex could be an animal sometimes, but how could this boy know that?

"I think I'll go for a walk, to clear my mind," she said out loud to herself.

She hummed a song she couldn't remember neither the title nor the lyrics off, when she put her blue-purplish jacket on.

Her blue-purplish jacket, it had been a gift from Patsy. But Patsy was now gone, and hadn't been around for a long time now.

'Damn those Chosen,' she thought while a small tear craved her eye. She missed Patsy. She had promised Patsy to always keep the jacket, a memory of their friendship.

She never wore it until the day she came back from where the Chosen had placed her. Patsy was gone, and had been for a while. So she had quickly found the jacket, where she had left it.

"I miss you so much Patsy," she said, her voice almost breaking because of the tears that now came faster and faster.

'I need to get out now!'

Air, air, air...

She ran down the stairs, trying not to make any noise. She didn't want to have any of the others with her. And if Salene saw her, she couldn't leave at all... Salene would demand to know why she cried, and that she wasn't ready to tell. Not yet, or perhaps even worse. Maybe Salene would make her stay and look after those weird kids again.

"Cloe! Where are you going?" yelled a sudden voice.

Damn. Busted! It was Salene. Damn!

"Eh..." said Cloe, not sure of what she should say. And then it hit her, why should she explain herself to Salene? It wasn't like they were sisters or Salene was her mother.

"Well... If you really must know!" said Cloe and looked at Salene, "I'm going out! I need some fresh air."

Cloe could feel the famous Salene look, the look that went right into you body, all the way into your soul. Then it twisted inside of you, looking for something to work with, something it could use against you, if you didn't watch out.

"I don't think that's very smart Cloe. You know it's dangerous outside. Besides, you have to stay and help out with the kids," said Salene, while giving Cloe a look that said 'I'm so sorry', even though she had nothing to feel sorry about. Cloe looked at a spot right over Salenes head, not wanting to make eye contact.

'Why can't she see that I'm miserable? Can't she see that I need to be alone?'

"Well... It doesn't really concern you, now does it? Besides (you had 'besides' just a few sentences ago. Try anyway = Anyway, you are not...) you are not my mother!" yelled Cloe. She hated to fight with the redheaded, but if that was what it took to get some privacy, then to hell with Salene.

She began to walk again, not listening to Salene's talk, not caring about what she said.

The unpleasantly cold wind hit her face when she walked out of the mall. She couldn't help but think of those times Patsy and her had laughed, cried and even yelled at each other.

Kids were walking down the streets; there were no more such things as roads to be driven on, filled with cars of many colours. The whole concept sort of died a long with the adults. Some tribes did have cars, like for example the Chosen. She had even seen the Technos with cars! And... The Technos had planes, and jumped out of them, as if they had never done anything else in heir entire life.

She had feared the Chosen, but now when she thought about it, the Chosen were nothing compared to the Technos.

She stopped walking; she had now reached some kind of bar. Two guards were standing outside, making sure that there would be no trouble. She hesitated. Should she go inside? She was fifteen, and it wasn't like she hadn't had a drink before.

She could hear the music playing inside. Yes! She would go inside, get a drink and try to think of something else. Something more... Yes, something more enjoyable than bad tribes and Patsy.

She looked at the guards before opening the door and noticed that they smirked at her, which she thought was kind of odd, considering that they were supposed to stand and watch out, not smirk! Unless that... Yes, that had to be that. Something was not right with this place, and she had a strong feeling, that walking through the door would be like walking through the entrance to a lions cave.

She stopped in her tracks, unsure of what to do. Should she walk inside, see what it was and who was there...? Or should she drop her hand, not reach out for the doorknob and walk away again, to find some place else or even walk home again?

She looked up at the guard who was standing on her right, and when his smirk got wider, she quickly opened the door and walked inside.

'Like hell I'm showing him that I'm afraid of him and his tribe,' she thought and looked over her shoulder, seeing the guard closing the door after her.

"Well, well, what have we here?" said a voice and Cloe scanned the dark room to find the owner of the voice.

Music was drowning out the people's voices, and she realized that the person had to be closer than she thought. Unexpected warmth hit her neck, and now she knew that the person was standing right behind her. She felt like she was flying, her pulse was getting faster and faster and her head was spinning.

The person's smell was intoxicating and she didn't know if she should turn around. What if she ended up being disappointed? Besides, she felt a pleasant thrill about not knowing who it was.

"Well, if it isn't a mall rat... So tell me, what are you doing so far from your mall?" she could know hear that it was a male. His hands touched her arms; her skin and she loved it.

An unfamiliar sensation was building itself inside her, and she glanced at the hands that gave her such a reaction.

"Oh well, I just needed some air, and then I saw this place..." she said, she said, about to look over her shoulder to see his face when he abruptly removed his hands. His warm breath on her neck disappeared and she turned around to see where he had gone, but no one was standing behind her.

'That was weird!' she thought, but quickly shrugged it off when somebody knocked into her.

"Sorry..." said a girl and Cloe smiled at her, as if saying that it was okay. But when the girl started to walk away, she frowned. There was something about that girl, something very familiar.

She walked towards the bar and found an empty chair. She couldn't stop thinking about how much that girl who had bumped into her, had resembled Patsy. Yes... Patsy, the girl had looked like Patsy!

"What do you want?" asked the bartender, and Cloe came back to reality. She quickly ordered a drink that contained something strong. She didn't really care what it was, as long as it was nice and strong.

She glanced at the girl, who was now sitting between two guys at a table nearby.

Cloe could now see that even though the girl had the same hair colour and same height as Patsy had, she was not Patsy.

"Here you go..." said the bartender and placed an odd looking drink on the counter right in front of her. She smiled her thanks and sipped at the drink. It tasted funny, like strawberries and vodka, but it was green and not red, as she would have guessed at first had she not seen the colour, but only tasted it.

She devoured he drink quickly and ate a few peanuts that were in a bowl right beside her.

'Maybe it's just me,' she thought and ordered a new drink, 'but isn't this world getting more and more unbearable? Maybe I should just end this stupid life? It's not like anybody would care if I did...!'

She swallowed the drink in one gulp and paid for the both, while thinking that drinking away her sorrows had not worked. She pushed back her chair and went to stand up, but became dizzy.

"Guess they worked after all," she said and giggled. She walked slowly towards the door, making sure not to bump into anyone, which was much harder than she thought.

She pushed the door open, the two guards totally forgotten until she heard a 'ouch' coming from behind the door.

"Ups," she said and tried to suppress a snigger. "I didn't see you there..." she apologized, but was pretty sure he didn't accept it. She shrugged and walked away, turning down an alley, which she was almost certain was the way home.

'Home... Hm...' she thought and tried to walk straight. 'I wonder what Salene will say when she sees me.' She could easily imagine the look on the Salenes face. Sincerely concerned, like she always looked whenever she wanted people to open their hearts for her. Then she would rip it apart and twist it... Just like she had done with the whole Pride-situation... How she hated Salene!

She heard some kind of machine that sounded very much like a car or something like that.

She looked down the dark alley and tried to make out what it was.

"To move or not to move... That is the fucking question," she said and glanced at the thing that came closer.

She finally decided what to do and placed her self in the middle of the alley, so the thing wouldn't miss her when it came. She actually hoped that it would drive over her, so she could end this miserable life.

She could now see the lights from the car. And she closed her eyes, not wanting to see when it was going to actually hit her. She could see the light from the car through her closed eyelids. She started to count down to when the car was supposed to hit her.

'Five, four, three, two, one, now!' she thought, but nothing happened.

She opened one of her eyes, noticing the car standing still, not moving one bit.

"Damn!" she yelled feeling frustrated, "Why?"

The person that drove the thing got out, but she couldn't see who it was because of the light that nearly blinded her. She could hear the person move.

"Well, well, what have we here?" said a voice. It was that guy again! She had heard that voice before, and she knew it was the guy from the bar. She just knew it!

A/N: Like it? Hate it? Review and let me know! Thanks!

And thanks to Savanna for helping me with my grammar and spelling!