OMG HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN! I feel like it's been forever. So I've been dedicating what little time I have left on my break from College to update my Fics on here. I've had an extremely long writers block for most of my fics for the longest time. I seriously think its because of College. I don't get to read/watch/do anything fun, its literally all papers, required readings, exams, restart. College has seriously taken away my Creativity. But it's a process, and soon I'll be getting my Bachelors in Information Science. YAY! So much happiness.
So here is another chappy.
The happiness...
Disclaimer: I do not own Cirque Du Freak. Darren Shan does.
Mr. Crepsley has silent for the majority of the trip. What little he did say, was only in volunteer of information or to find food, or firewood. Darren knew it was because of Anna leaving. A thick cloud had settled over their group and try as they might to break it apart. It stayed strong.
Darren had to admit for his part, that he was still angry at Anna for leaving. But he wondered if he still meant what he said about her not being able to ever come back. The angry side of himself did, but the other calmer side of himself did not. He understood that there were things happening with Anna that not even Mr. Crepsley fully understood or knew.
Maybe I was too hasty…Darren thought as he glanced warily over at Mr. Crepsley. He looked miserable, well more miserable than normal.
" Is….it…supposed to last…this long," Harkat asked him.
Darren tried to remember the movies he used to watch as a human, how the man and woman always moped around after breaking up, sad, until fortunate circumstances always brought them back together for a happy ending.
" It's only been six months," Darren said, " You can't expect for him to get over it that soon."
"I can hear the two of you," Mr. Crepsley said turning to glare at Darren and Harkat, who shrink away, both shifting to pretend like they were working instead of talking.
Still Darren snuck a look over at Mr. Crepsley. He was sighing and rubbing his scar absentmindly. He really was taking it hard. No matter how much he tried to hide it. Still nothing could be done about it, Anna made her choice.
And I made mine...
Darren wondered if he still meant it. If Anna were to show up at that exact moment would he let her back into the group? Knowing himself he probably would, but not without a little struggle. And he would require her to tell him everything.
Yeah…he decided suddenly feeling ten times better about the situation.
Anna
"There," I said.
"Just as planned," Robert said beside me. I glanced down off the roof, my eyes roaming where Darren, Harket and Larten ran having just escaped the jail. I'd arrived just in time for them learn the truth about Steve.
"Are you planning help them?"
"I will have to," I said. "From here on out nothing will be the same."
I could no longer see the once taunt lines of the future, now they were strewed, twisted and broken. Claire still had not revealed herself, no doubt hiding, waiting for me to come to her. Still she had a hand in everything that happened so far, no matter how well it flowed with the constructs of time.
They took shelter in an old silo, having escaped the mob. Mr. Crepsley was injured, his ankle broken, but otherwise he was ok.
"Come," I said sprinting and jumping to the rooftop to descend into the silo where they'd just landed. My heart pounded in my chest, but not from chasing them. Six months, we'd gone without seeing each other. And I'd changed so much. Not in body, but in mind.
Being, training with Lady Evanna had opened up so much, much of which I did not want.
Robert grabbed my shoulder. "Do not forget your mission," he warned. I let my gaze move across his face, the still seriousness of it. "Do not become any more attached to that which you will eventually lose."
I shrugged his hand away. "I know my mission," I said.
"Do you?" Robert asked raising his eyebrow skeptically. "Or will you forget the moment you are confronted by them? Their deaths?"
" I know my mission," I said firmer this time. "No matter what happens, Claire, Steve and Darren must die."
" Larten as well," Robert said.
" Yes," I said. " I know."
A part of me raged, deep inside, Anna screamed and I pushed her down. She was not needed now, no matter how much the essence of her seeped through. She was weak, chose to be. I did not need her right now. The time would come when I would.
" Alright," he said pulling back away from me.
Not wishing to look upon him anymore, his demanding gaze, reminding me, always reminding me of who I was and what I had to do, I climbed down the spiral staircase of the silo, preparing my heart for what lay beneath.
Crunch.
The toe of my boot hit the remains of broken glass. Easily avoided. But I wasn't trying to be quiet.
"Who's there," Darren's voice. Thicker, full of caution, not quite as boyish as I remembered. Hardship and betrayal had hardened him.
Lifting my hands in surrender, I stepped into the small peek of moonlight showing through the ceiling. " It's me." I said. Me. Me who?
" Anna?" He took a surprised step forward, then stopped.
" What are you doing here?" It sounded like an accusation, full of mistrust. I could not blame him. I no longer looked, or felt like the person I used to be. His hand went to his belt where his weapon lay.
" I am here to help," I said my hands still raised.
Robert arose behind me. Darren furthered his stance. He was ready to attack.
" Darren please." I took another step forward. He lowered his hand from his weapon, but his shoulders were still tense.
" Prove its you?" He said. " Tell me something only Anna would know."
I couldn't help but smile. Only Darren would say something like that.
" Last year," I said. " You laughed so hard you snorted a bug. And we spent all afternoon trying to get it out of your nose."
That was a good memory, one that helped me a lot in my fight to keep the connections I most cared about in this life.
" Anna…" Darren said. He took a step towards me, then another and another, before finally falling into my arms, his face buried in my breast. For a moment I was reminded of him as a child, of what appeared to be a child, afraid of what he was, what he was destined to be, clinging to every bit of support he could get. It was easier then, to hold him, and tell him it was going to be ok, that he could get through it.
What could I possibly say to him now?
" We must tell the others," he said lifting from my chest. I could see tears in his eyes.
" Yes," I said.
He led me to where Harkat and Larten slept. Harkat standing as always, Larten laying on the ground, his injured ankle uncovered, swollen and black.
I approached him, ready for him to spring up, to attack. But he did not move.
Somehow he looked older, the once subtle lines on his face, more defined, his hair less orange. Or perhaps my perspective had changed.
Reaching out I touched his ankle gently, spreading my powers through the wound, healing it as best I could.
" You can-" Darren began. " When? How?"
" He is very weak," I said. " I cannot heal him anymore until he awakes."
" We have had a long battle," Darren said. " Everyone is very tired."
" You should sleep then," I said. " Robert and I will keep watch."
He glanced away. " I cannot. There is too much on my mind."
" At the very least close your eyes and rest," I said. " Something is better than nothing."
He sat down next to Mr. Crepsley, his eyes never leaving me. I stood, taking a step away from the both of them.
" What have you been doing this entire time?" Darren asked.
" Training," I said.
" With Lady Evanna," Darren pressed.
I nodded.
He glanced over at Robert, standing in the shadows, aware, ready for an attack.
I could tell he had more questions. Most of which I could not answer.
" Here," I said handing him a vial from my pack. " Drink this."
" What is it?"
" A potion," I said, " From Lady Evanna. It'll help you relax."
He took it from me hesitantly, popped the cap and drink it in one gulp, his face twisting in disgust.
" This tastes horrible, what is it?"
" You don't want to know," I said.
" Wel-" His words fell short, as his shoulders slumped and his head fell backwards to lean against the wall. Taking his unaware state to my advantage I unclothe him, and healed his wounds, to prepare him for the next day.
Larten was the first to wake up, his gaze fell on Darren first, then finally on me and Robert sitting next to Darren.
One hand braced the wall as he tried to stand. I was on my feet before he could, offering him my hand.
" Anna…" He sounded tired, and beaten, and for a moment I despaired, for his troubles were just starting.
" Hello," I said.
" When did you get here?"
" Last night," I said. "Can you walk?"
He tried to stand again, letting me help him. Slowly he pressed his weight down on his ankle, winced then settled.
"I can manage."
"Robert," I called, and he stepped up, holding a container full of blood.
"Here, I can heal you some more, but you need your strength back before I can."
He glanced over at Darren, still asleep.
"Don't worry," I said placing the container in his hands. "We have more for him. Now please eat."
Hesitantly he followed my direction, opening the container and drinking deeply. Trailing over to Harkat I placed my hand on his forehead, and as if I could heal him, I expelled some of my power. He awoke immediately his large green eyes coming into focus. His gaze drifted up to me, aware and confused.
" Anna…" he huffed.
" How do you feel?" I asked.
" Much…better," he said.
" Good. Robert has food for you as well. Please eat as much as you can, we will need you at full strength."
He nodded.
Leaving him alone with Robert, I trailed over to Darren. Waking him up was much harder. Reaching into my supplies I pulled out another vial, one with a different kind of potion. Welling the contents in my mouth, but not swallowing, I tipped Darren's head back and pressed my mouth to his. Then using my tongue, forced the contents down his throat. He swallowed reflectively, and I pulled back just as he reeled upwards, choking and sputtering.
" What happened?" He glanced at me, and I wiped the side of my mouth. "Did you just kiss me?"
" Like a ugly frog prince," I said.
" What did you give me?"
" Don't worry about it," I said holding out my hand. Almost immediately Robert placed another container full of blood in my palm. "Drink this."
Darren eyed the container, and then me, obviously not trusting. I could not blame him, I did trick him just hours before.
"It's just blood," I said. "See Mr. Crepsley drank it too, and he's fine."
Darren glanced over at Larten, who nodded at him. " Why now?" Darren stand pausing halfway in his drinking. "Why now, after everything we've been through so far?" Here came his questions, and this time there was no potion to make him sleep.
"It seemed," I said, "As good a time as any. I've just finished my training with Lady Evanna, there is nothing more she can teach me." At least not now, not here, another time, yes, another place. But I could not tell him that. I could feel Robert's gray, lifeless eyes on me as I spoke, warning without speaking, telling me to push down the side of myself that wished more than anything else to tell them the truth.
"We should get moving," I said standing. "It only gets worst from here."
Darren stood with me. "I still have questions."
"I'm sorry," I said turning my back on him. The moment I did, Larten was the one who stood in my path. For a moment I almost did not look at him, wanting nothing more than to shrink into myself, become the young woman I once was. The one who'd lost so many people, and yet still held the ones she loved deeply. The young woman who could not brave the thought of losing them now. "But even after all this is done," I said moving my gaze upwards to meet Larten's. "You will still have questions."
Then stepping around him, I walked to the outside, leaving them to follow, my chest and heart aching.
I let Darren lead the way through the dark tunnels, as Robert and I trailed behind them weapons in hand.
Robert placed a hand on my shoulder, " Are you alright?"
" Yes," I said. I could feel the buzz of everyone's thoughts as I attempted to block them, and feel the rush of visions as they came at me like missiles, demanding my attention. It took all my will power not to scream. It was maddening. And all the training in the world apparently would not end it. Mr. Tall had to endure it, Evanna and now me as well.
Claire must die…Steve must die…Darren…and Larten must….they must…I couldn't finish the sentence, not even in my own head.
You are weak…
We reached the newly built tunnels in silence. Pools of drying blood lay in puddles on the floor, candles braced the spaces in the wall, creating a half circle of light around the closed door leading to the other side of the tunnel.
"Tread carefully," Larten said, "Hold your weapons low and-?"He stopped short, glancing around, his eyes falling on Darren and Harket. He frowned. "Neither of you brought weapons?"
A stupid mistake, one I saw the moment we left the silo but what could I say?
" Of course I do-" Darren started, his hand going to where his weapon should have hung on his waist. It was empty.
"Um - you're not going to believe this?" Darren mumbled.
"You forgot too?" Larten groaned. He moved his gaze to Harkat, suddenly full of hope.
"Sorry…" Harkat said.
" It would seem the two you did not forget," he said beckoning to Robert and I.
" I have a few extra weapons," I said. "They are small, but they will do better than nothing." I could at least help in this way.
"Brilliant!" Larten snapped. "The most important fight of our lives, and we come unarmed. What manner of fools are we?"
"The greatest who ever stalked the shadows of the night," came a voice. Everyone's hands went to where their weapons would be. I took a step forward, I would recognize that presence anywhere. I almost ran forward to embrace him, to yell out "Father," and hug him. In the time I came from, he was dead by the time I was five, I remember little of him from that time. Perhaps in this occurrence, I'd found a blessing, in being able to know him truly as a person, and not as father.
"Vancha!"
The one and only," Vancha said grinning. He swung down from the ceiling. Darren and Harkat rushed forward to hug him. Still grinning he hugged them back, "Sappy idiots." He held out his arms to Larten, "Haven't you got a hug for me, Larten, old buddy?"
"You know where you can insert your hug," Larten said folding his arms across his chest. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. Those two would never change.
"Oh, the ingratitude," Vancha moaned, he turned to me next.
"My girl!"
My heart leapt with joy. I remembered that call from my childhood. The happiness it once brought me to hear it. The sadness I felt when it stopped.
Pulling away from Darren and Harkat he came to me, wrapped his smelly arms around me before I could protest and hugged me, picking me up off the ground.
" Vancha," I said.
" Happy to have you with us," he sat me down, and placed a dirty hand atop my head. "Is it true what I overheard?" he asked. "You came without weapons?"
" I didn't," I scuffed as he looked down at me accusingly.
"We have had a difficult afternoon," Mr Crepsley sniffed, ears reddening.
It must have been the most bloody awful afternoon in history if you forgot to come armed to the scrap of the century," Vancha chuckled. Then said seriously, "Did you get away OK? Any unpleasantness?"
"Our breakout was relatively easy," Larten said. "There were some sticky moments along the way - it has been a long time since I had to flee a wrathful mob - but all things considered, we fared rather splendidly. Our captors, however, were not so fortunate?"
I leaned against the wall as Larten told him of Steve, and the people they had to kill to escape. At the mention of Steve Vancha's eyes blazed with hatred, and his darkened face reddened. "That one is aptly nicknamed," he growled. "If ever a human was bonded at the soul with a leopard, it's him. I just pray to the gods that I have a chance to slit his throat tonight."
"You'll have to get in line," Darren growled his hands balling into fists.
"Were you with them?" Vancha said turning and pointing at me.
I shook my head. "I just arrived last night. This is all new to me." The last part was a lie, and by the way both Darren and Larten turned to glance skeptically at me, they knew it to. I turned from their gazes to glance at the ground.
"Anyway," Vancha said, "one point of order at a time. I don't mind taking the vampaneze on empty-handed - it's my preferred method of fighting - but you three will need more than your fists and feet if we're to stand any chance of getting out of this alive. Luckily, Uncle Vancha has been busy. Follow me."
He walked farther into the cavern, moving to where the darkness was the thickest. Laying on the ground ahead of us was a small pile of weapons next to a body.
"Where did you get these?" Harkat asked the first to run towards the weapons, as excited a child at Christmas. His chunky grey fingers found a knife and a small doubled headed axe. Happy he bounced up and down swinging it over his head.
The vampaneze left them when they were clearing their dead away," Vancha said. "I imagine they assumed we'd come armed. If they knew how empty-headed you lot were, they'd have taken more care."
Larten and Darren were the next to pick through the pile. Larten pulling out a couple of long knives, and a few throwing knifes, while Darren picked up a curved sword and a knife. I stood as close as I dared watching them, with what I hoped was an aloof look on my face, and not one of despair. These weapons would do very little against what was to come.
"Don't you want any Anna?" Darren asked me.
"No," I said holding up my staff, then showing him the knives at my belt.
"What about that one," Vancha said pointing at Robert.
Robert shook his head. "I have my hands."
"Finally a dead man says something I can agree with," Vancha boomed slapping Robert on the back.
"What's that?" Harkat asked, nodding at the large figure on the ground.
"My guest," Vancha said, and rolled the figure over.
It was Alice Burgess the chief inspector. She struggled and shouted against her bonds, but her cries went to deaf ears.
"Vancha…" I started.
"What's she doing here?" Darren snapped.
"She was company for me," Vancha smirked. "Besides, I didn't know what to expect when I returned. If the police had taken to the tunnels and sewers, I might have needed her to trade my way past."
"What do you plan to do with her now?" Mr. Crepsley asked calmly.
"I'm not sure," Vancha frowned, crouching in front of the inspector. "I tried explaining things to her while we were passing the day away in a forest a few miles outside the city, but I don't think she believed me. In fact, by what she told me to do with my tales of vampires and vampaneze, I know she didn't!" The Prince paused. "Having said that, she'd be a great one to have on our side. We may have need of an extra pair of hands in the battle ahead."
"Could we trust her?" Darren asked.
"I don't know," Vancha said. "But there's one way to find out."
"Wait," I said. Stepping forward, I reached out with both hands taking her face in my palms.
"Anna," Robert said warning in his voice. I ignored him. Closing my eyes I filtered through the buzz and confused thoughts of the others, peering into her mind. A very hard task that I had yet to fully control, despite how easy Mr. Tall and Mother made it look. The minds of the living were covered with so many barriers. What I did see consciously was only made available through a weakness of some kind. Insecurity, and fear were the easiest to get past.
Alice Burgess certainly was afraid, but she was also angry, very angry. And that anger served as perfect shield.
"I can't get anything," I said letting her go.
"You were expecting something," Vancha said as he started to undo the knots of the Chief Inspector's gag.
"I don't know," I admitted.
He stopped on the final knot and addressed her sternly. "I'm only going to say this once, so pay attention. I'm sure your first impulse when I free you will be to scream and curse and tell us what trouble we're in. And when you're on your feet, weapon in hand, you might feel like taking a stab at us and setting off by yourself. "Don't! I know what you think of us, but you're wrong. We didn't kill your people. We're out to stop the killers. If you want to put an end to the torment, come with us and fight. You've nothing to gain by attacking us. Even if you don't believe that, act as if you do. Otherwise, I'll leave you here, trussed up like a turkey."
He removed her gag." Animal!" she spat. "I'll see you hang for this, all of you. I'll have you shaved bald, smeared with tar, covered with feathers, then set alight as you dangle!"
That image got through. I shook the thought from my mind.
"Isn't she magnificent?" Vancha beamed, freeing her completely "She's been like that all afternoon. I think I'm falling in love."
"Savage!" she shouted lunging at Vancha.
Vancha caught her arm and held it still, his grip so tight his knuckled turned white. "Remember what I said, Alice? I don't want to leave you here, at the mercy of our enemies, but I will if you force me to."
The Chief Inspector glared at him, then turned her head aside, disgusted, and said nothing.
"Better," Vancha said, letting her go. "Now, pick a weapon - two or three if you'd prefer - and get ready. We've an army of darkness to deal with."
She gazed around at us uncertainly in her eyes. "You guys are crazy," she muttered. "You really expect me to believe you're vampires, but not killers? That you're here to take on a bunch of - what did you call them?"
"Vampaneze," Vancha said cheerfully.
"That these vampaneze are the bad guys and you're here to sort them out, even though there's dozens of them and only six of you?"
That's about the sum of it," Vancha said smiling, "except there's seven of us now, which should make all the difference."
"Crazy," she said, but she picked up her weapons anyway. "OK," she said, standing. "I don't believe your story, but I'll tag along for the time being. If we run into these vampaneze, and they're all that you say, I'll throw my lot in with you. If we don't?" She pointed at Vancha's throat with the largest of her knives and jerked it sideways.
"I love it when you talk threateningly," Vancha laughed, then walking among each of us, he checked to make sure we were prepared, including himself and started to lead us forward.
Forward into the cave…where the beginning of the end lay. She would be in there…waiting for me. Waiting to change something…to make things worse.
Without meaning to I reached out, intending to grab Robert's hand-the only hand I knew for sure would last…that I would not have to suffer losing the memory of. But it was Larten's hand I grabbed instead.
He stopped abruptly in his tracks. Turning to face me.
"You can't…" I said.
He can…he must…
Everyone stopped then, to turn and glanced behind.
"Anna…what is wrong?"
Anna…that was her name wasn't it…the name of the girl who actually cared, who loved, who wanted nothing more than to keep the people close to her safe. What happened to that girl? Had I killed her forever?
"You might…you might…" I couldn't even say the words.
There is no might. He would die. And she would be there to assure it happened.
I was here to assure it happened. Had I not pledged to see this thing through to the end?
But had not Anna pledged something as well. That she would keep her friends safe. Was that not the reason I…she went to train with Evanna. To be stronger, strong enough to protect her friends with her own two hands.
I pressed my hands against the plane of his chest. Tears filled my eyes and I leaned forward, pressing my face into the roughness of his duster. "I don't want to lose you." I realized I was saying too much, but I could not stop myself. I could no longer sit in the background and pretend to not care, to not see. Claire had power, did I not too?
"We all might," Larten said his voice a rumble against my ear. I'd almost forgotten how that felt, to hear his voice through his chest cavity. Soothing and smooth, it calmed me. "Die." Taking both my hands he uncurled them from his duster and pushed me gently away. "We must move forward."
I shook my head. "You don't understand you-"Our eyes met. He looked angry. Angry and determined, two looks I knew too well. And I realized nothing I said could have stopped him… "Of course," I said lowering my gaze to the ground.
Then he turned and walked slowly to the others. They all continued forward, and Robert took his place at my side. He said nothing, but I could feel his insecurity like needles on my skin. I'd ask him to be my rock, unmovable in his position, and yet seeing me like this, torn, he wished to bend, to help me do the most dangerous.
"Only ask," he whispered. " I am sworn to do as you wish."
" I-" How many would die because of what I wanted. " I…" I glanced up to where the group had stopped at a huge door, blocking our path forward. Larten was bent over a set of locks, trying to open them. If only they knew what lay on the other side.
" Sister…"
" She's in there," I said.
"It is a combination lock. Quite straightforward. The dials are down there." Larten said. "You twist them clockwise for a higher number, anti-clockwise for a lower number. When the correct numbers have been entered in all fifteen windows, the door will open."
" What will you do?"
"And each number's different?" Darren asked.
" I…"
" Will you play the game? Sister dearest…"
"I assume so." Larten sighed. "Fifteen different locks, fifteen different numbers. I could crack the code eventually, but it would take several nights and days."
"Nineteen - Twenty - Five ?" Darren called.
"Eighteen – Four.."
" Eighteen-Four," Darren echoed.
Click.
The doors opened.
" The game is beginning…"
We moved forward. The tunnel we entered was wide, although the ceiling was not as high as the others. Torches lined the walls lighting the way as we walked.
" It's not a hard choice sister.. Then again you never were one for action."
The buzzing in my head increased, followed by the taunting sound of Claire's laughter.
"Get out of my head!"
Behind us something clanked. Robert was immediately in front of me, fists raised. A figure arose at the doorway, hooks for hands raised above his head.
"Lady and gentlemen!" he boomed. "Welcome! The proprietors of the Cavern of Retribution wish you well and hope you enjoy your stay. If you've any complaints, please don't hesitate to-?"
"You could always just let them die…their not like us you know. They will die eventually. Might as well let it end now. There are a thousand different Larten's sister, in a thousand different times, why just stick with one. We could go together, like before. We could start over. Everything. Go back to the beginning and do it the right way, so no one has to die and everything isn't ruined."
From the beginning…I thought.
"But…" I said.
"But nothing," Claire said softly. She appeared before then, out of darkness. And I realized that I must have blacked out. She smiled and held out her hand. "I'll help you. I'll help you save all of them."
" We can save them now," I said. "Right now. There has to be a way."
Claire shook her head. "Remember? There is nothing you and anyone else can do to stop it. There is nothing you can do for them Sister. It was the same with Kurda."
"You killed Kurda," I growled.
"Because he would have died anyway." Her hand did not move. "We do not belong here. I am doing just what you wanted. I am surrendering. If only you would come with me…"
I took a step towards her then hesitated. It would be as easy as she said, to just leave, not have to witness any of it. I came here to defeat her after all, and if she was surrendering merely on the terms that I came with her, then was that not a fair deal? We did not belong in this time anyway.
We were foreign birds stuck in the wrong nests. The family I knew, my mother, father, and brother, were merely puppets I'd used to clear a path for myself here. And when they were no longer needed they were done away with.
Now I was no longer needed here.
"They are still holding you back…" She shook her head as if disappointed in me. "Fine," She said throwing up her hands. "I guess I'll just have to show you dearest sister."
I could suddenly feel heat. Sweat poured down my face and body. I lay in Robert's arms, as he held me tightly watching the scene up ahead. I could not move, could not speak, I could only see.
I could see Larten falling.
Falling. Falling to his death.
"Stop it!" I shouted, but Claire was gone, there was only the image before me.
How many times had I seen this in my dreams? How long had I told myself I could bear it the day it came?
It was far too easy to tell yourself one thing in the mirror, but quite another to face the actual truth.
"I promise," Claire said, "After this death you will be callous to all the others…"
He hit the spikes below.
I opened my eyes.
The End! Just kidding. But I am almost done. Yeah I know I said that like fifty chapters ago, but I'm serious now.
Anyways. I'll be going back and editing the other chapters as well, possibly taking stuff out and added stuff in ( cause some of the stuff I wrote in my youth is highly embarrassing), so stay tuned for that. I'll be sure to label which ones I do update with the date I update them and put what I've done so you won't have to scramble to much to see what was changed. Really I love everyone who has read this over the years, and I really hope I can finish this fic in a timely manner. It's only fair.
Feedback and your thoughts are much appreciated.