《The Genesis Project》


 Chapter 1: The Boy in the Water

    Chapter 1: The Boy in the Water


    The warm afternoon sun shone brightly, its reflecting light dancing off the clear waters of a small river and giving it the appearance of a sheet of glass. Along the riverbank, several wild berry plants grew, their ripe fruit glimmering like precious rubies in the sunshine. There was an almost foreboding silence lingering on the warm, summer breeze.


    The somewhat uncharacteristic silence was broken as a dark-haired teen entered the clearing, followed closely by his blonde companion.


    "Of all the things I had to get dragged into,¡± the dark-haired teen complained, scratching the back of his head in mild irritation. There were plenty of other things he could think of that he would much rather be doing on such a warm afternoon.


    His female companion rolled her eyes. It was honestly nothing new for Seth to be objecting when there was work to be done.


    ¡°You¡¯ll get over it,¡± the blonde muttered as she turned her attention to the thick bushes lining the riverbank.


    Seth blew out a sigh, flopping onto his back in the soft, green grass. Right now, he would love nothing more than to rid himself of his heavy, armored jacket. However, that was out of the question. To go out without some form of protection was no better than suicide. Finding a blue wildflower, he smiled. Blue just so happened to be his companion¡¯s favorite color. Carefully extracting the flower, he twirled it around in his fingers.


    ¡°I would certainly hope so,¡± he mumbled after a moment. ¡°So why are we really out here?¡±


    The blonde turned to him then, a rather exasperated expression on her face. Her pale lips pulled into a tight frown. Hadn¡¯t he been listening to a word she¡¯d said that morning?


    ¡°I told you earlier; we¡¯re collecting berries.¡±


    ¡°Sure you weren¡¯t just looking for an excuse to get us alone together?¡± Seth inquired with a suggestive grin.


    His blonde companion rolled her sapphire eyes yet again in a clear mix of agitation and exasperation.


    ¡°Oh, of course. I wanted to hear you complain all day.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m willing to settle for part of the day,¡± the boy returned with a grin.


    The blonde said nothing as she made her way over to one of the many berry bushes and collected a small handful before returning to her companion¡¯s side.


    ¡°Start bagging these,¡± she instructed, forcing the boy¡¯s hands open before filling them with the tiny fruits.


    For some reason, Seth had always seemed to enjoy pushing her buttons, and today was apparently no exception. Was she honestly that amusing to tease? Some part of her was envious of his carefree, childlike nature at times. After all, how long had it been since she¡¯d actually had fun? Then again, it wasn¡¯t like there was all that much time for fun recently. She had responsibilities, after all. There were so many people counting on her. She had a great deal of duties to fulfill.


    The blonde gave a soft sigh. Sometimes she wished¡­


    ¡°Yes, Sir!¡± Seth mocked with a grin as he gave a sarcastic salute.


    Once again, the young woman found herself rolling her eyes, pulling a face. ¡°You¡¯re going to get a lashing for that one, soldier,¡± she murmured, turning her attention to the nearby river.


    If there was ever one thing that she¡¯d always had an appreciation for, it was water. The soft, peaceful babble it made always had a way of putting her, usually chaotic, mind at ease. Peace, after all, was a precious commodity that was so rarely enjoyed.


    Seth glanced at the young woman before turning his attention to the small, blue flower he¡¯d managed to not drop when she¡¯d placed the berries into his hands. With a sigh, he placed the flower into his pocket before returning his attention to his companion. ¡°Oh, now we¡¯re talking,¡± he smirked.


    The faint ghost of a blush stained the young blonde¡¯s cheeks. No matter how used to his antics she was by now, he always seemed to manage to fluster her. A talent of his that continued to both baffle and infuriate her. ¡°So do you have plans to actually work today, Seth, or do you just want to spend the day flirting shamelessly?¡± she retorted, rolling her eyes for what had to be the fifth time that morning.


    Honestly!


    The teen smiled, giving a suggestive wink. ¡°I don¡¯t see why I can¡¯t do both, Alice.¡±


    The girl in question turned to face him then, the beginnings of a deceptive smile pulling at her pale lips. ¡°That IS a good question. Perhaps you should run that one by my father.¡±


    Seth pulled a face. ¡°I¡¯d prefer not to be castrated by the commander, thank you,¡± he grimaced.


    Commander Leo wasn¡¯t exactly the most pleasant of individuals. At least not when you weren¡¯t in his good graces; a predicament Seth often found himself in. It seemed, as of late, the commander wasn¡¯t exactly in the best of moods.


    ¡°Then I suggest you focus on the berries,¡± came the girl¡¯s cool retort.


    Seth smiled as he took a moment to admire the beauty in front of him. Her back was currently turned to him, giving him a wondrous view of her shimmering, golden hair.


    The brunette frowned. Though her actions gave no indicator, her shoulders appeared tightly drawn into her body in a clear sign of internal stress.


    ¡°Whatever you say, good lookin¡¯,¡± he murmured offhandedly.


    He was suddenly jarred from his thoughts as the girl whirled around, a fierce glare etched onto her face.


    ¡°Don¡¯t call me that,¡± she growled in warning.


    Seth rolled his eyes. ¡°Alright, already. Chill.¡±


    This seemed to pacify her ire as her pale, furrowed brows then smoothed out, and she turned her attention back toward the tranquil scenery.


    Unfortunately, if there was one quality of Seth¡¯s that never failed to get him into trouble, it was his inability to keep his mouth shut at appropriate times.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t realize you¡¯d taken your bitch pill this morning,¡± he quipped.


    Realizing the mistake he¡¯d made a little too late, the teen quickly threw his hands up in a submissive gesture when she whirled on him again.


    The girl blew out a sigh, clearly exasperated by his antics. And the day has only begun. ¡°Maybe because I knew I was getting stuck with you today.¡±


    When he realized that he wasn¡¯t going to meet his untimely end, the boy smiled. ¡°Aw, you always say the sweetest things, Alice.¡±


    The blonde felt her cheeks flush as she turned away again. Why did he always insist on doing this to her? ¡°S-shut up,¡± she managed to mutter.


    She was jarred from her thoughts when the distant sound of splashing reached her ears.


    Feeling a distinct sense of dread creep up her spine, she slowly turned to her companion once more. ¡°D-Did you hear that?¡± she murmured, quickly glancing back to the river as her sapphire eyes scanned their surroundings for any movement.


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    ¡°Huh?¡± Seth murmured, straining his hearing for any detectable audio. The teen sighed. Only the occasional chirping of birds greeted his ears. ¡°Probably a fish.¡±


    As soon as the words left his mouth, the teen jumped as a loud splash sounded, causing the nearby birds to give startled squawks as they fled from their perches in the nearby branches.


    ¡°That¡¯s no fish,¡± Alice murmured, her eyes narrowing as she reached for the handgun at her hip. She heard Seth quickly shuffle closer to her as he reached for his own weapon.


    Both teens held in a breath when the noise grew in volume, their eyes trained on the river¡¯s current.


    Time seemed to freeze as the body of a young man gradually came into view, floating and bobbing in some morbid dance.


    ¡°H-Holy shit!¡±


    Paying little mind to Seth¡¯s breathless outburst, the blonde sprang into action, rushing to the water¡¯s edge. Placing her gun back into its holster and tossing it onto the ground, she jumped from the embankment.


    A sharp hiss left her pale lips as the chilly water invaded her senses, her pink skirt soaking through within seconds. She quickly waded over to the unconscious, male figure before the current could carry him away.


    Turning him over, the girl failed to hold in the ragged gasp that escaped her throat.


    ¡°H-He¡¯s been shot!¡± she called, beginning the arduous task of pulling the injured stranger back to dry land.


    Seth returned his weapon to its previous resting place at his hip before reaching down from his position on the riverbank to grasp the stranger¡¯s shoulders. Giving a tug, he managed to assist in removing the boy from the crisp water. Placing a hand to his throat, he breathed a sigh of relief. So he wasn¡¯t dead¡­yet. Grimacing, he tore his eyes away from the large, bloody stain on the boy¡¯s, once clean, gray shirt. ¡°We have to find a way to stop his bleeding.¡±


    Alice bit her lip, her sapphire eyes darting as she quickly digested the situation. Removing her, now damp, black jacket, she quickly tied it around the boy¡¯s torso. ¡°We can use this for now.¡± Placing her middle and index fingers to the boy¡¯s throat herself, she frowned. ¡°His pulse is faint. We¡¯re gonna have to get him to the lab right away, or he¡¯s going to die. Kurt will know what to do.¡± Retrieving her gun, she fastened the holster back in place at her hip.


    Seth¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°B-but, Alice-¡±


    ¡°I won¡¯t leave him here to die,¡± the blonde cut him off. Ignoring the numbness of her bare legs for the time being, the teen attempted to lift the boy.


    Sighing, Seth reached down and hauled one of the stranger¡¯s arms around his neck. ¡°Y-You realize what they¡¯ll do¡­¡±


    Alice grimaced, pulling the unconscious teen¡¯s opposite arm around her shoulders and assisting in standing him on his feet. ¡°I know¡­ but we don¡¯t have a choice. Would you rather just leave him?¡± she asked, sending the teen a glance out of the corner of her eye. The knowing smile on her face informed him that she already knew the answer.


    ¡°I just hope we don¡¯t live to regret this,¡± he murmured as they slowly began to drag the wounded stranger back toward the way they¡¯d came.


    ****


    The brunette huffed angrily, wiping the bangs from his face for what had to have been the tenth time that morning. Staring intently at the computer screen in front of him, he silently willed the connection error to cease.


    One of the boosters must be down again, he mused, quickly clicking a series of keys on his keyboard. Sighing, he clicked the command to re-scan and waited.


    The teen was jolted out of his concentration as the door suddenly flew open. Jumping out of his chair, the boy turned to see his father looming in the doorway, his blond eyebrows furrowed in a clear mix of confusion and apprehension.


    ¡°You¡¯re going to want to take a look at this.¡±


    Kurt Landon¡¯s dark eyes narrowed briefly in both apprehension and confusion. ¡°What¡¯s the matter now, Leo? Sorry, but this isn¡¯t the best time. One of our boosters is apparently down, and I-¡±


    ¡°Forget about that for now,¡± came the sharp retort.


    Kurt winced. ¡°B-but I thought you said-¡±


    ¡°I know what I said! That was earlier this morning. Keep up, boy! Just get your ass out here¡­ and bring the wheelchair.¡±


    The teen gulped and nodded. Not good¡­


    Hurriedly making his way over to the far corner of the small room, he retrieved the requested object before following his father out into the hallway.


    Much to his surprise, the narrow hall was nearly vacant. Then he glanced to his right, and he was positive he could feel the lurch of his heart into his mouth.


    Sitting propped up against the wall was a brunette boy that appeared to be around his age. He wore a torn, black leather jacket and blue jeans.


    Taking note of the stranger¡¯s bloody, gray shirt, Kurt grimaced. He¡¯s lost that much blood and he¡¯s still alive?


    ¡°Seth and I found him floating in the river. He¡¯s gone to get you some extra towels and linens from storage.¡±


    Kurt scratched his head as he turned to glance at the young woman now standing beside him. ¡°I¡¯ll, uh, do what I can. He seems in pretty bad shape, though, Alice.¡±


    Both teens watched as Leo then hoisted the boy up into the wheelchair Kurt had brought. ¡°You know the protocol.¡±


    Kurt nodded. ¡°Yeah, yeah, I got it.¡± Turning to Alice, he offered her a reassuring smile before taking the wheelchair from Leo and pushing the boy into the room from which he¡¯d came. This is going to be a long day¡­


    ****


    Alice glanced at her watch as she shifted in her chair. 8:00 p.m. With a heavy sigh, she stood and stretched, causing a satisfied moan to escape her lips.


    She frowned. She had been in her office nearly all day and still had yet to receive any word about the mysterious boy. Giving a small yawn, she glanced around the small, plain room that served as her office. Plain white walls with no windows took little time to grow tiresome upon the eyes.


    Turning her attention to the paperwork scattered about her wooden desk, she scowled before arranging it neatly back into one pile in the center.


    It would all wait until tomorrow.


    Catching sight of the small, blue flower that sat off to the side, a smile graced her lips. She had no idea where it had come from, but it was beautiful. She had found it taped to her door when she had returned from retrieving a cup of coffee earlier. Picking it up, she twirled it around in her fingers.


    Making her way to the door, she locked it before continuing down the small hall. Reaching the metal, twin doors at the end, she heaved a sigh before pushing. She was then greeted by the brightly lit training room.


    The teen smiled. Though vacant, it still held a somewhat deceptively cheerful atmosphere. Somehow, the thought caused a twinge of pain in the young woman¡¯s heart.


    What would a normal life even feel like anymore?


    Shaking her head to banish the negativity from her thoughts, she continued on. After all, tomorrow would be a new day¡­


    ****


    This is absurd! I¡¯m a technician, not a physician! Kurt mused to himself in irritation as he brushed his long, black bangs from his eyes again. He frowned as he spared his patient a glance over his shoulder.


    The damage had been quite severe.


    The teen silently placed a small jar containing 3 bloody bullets on the small table next to him as he continued his work. He winced at the rather loud squeak his black boots made against the hard, tile floor as he turned around to face his computer once again. He heaved a sigh. The large monitor was still blinking as it continued its task of compiling the results of the test it was running. Glancing down at his left hand, he frowned at the military dog tag he held. ¡°This may be even worse than we thought,¡± he mumbled, scratching the back of his head with his free hand.


    ¡°Having problems, are we?¡±


    Kurt nearly hit the ceiling as he whirled around to see Leo standing in the doorway. ¡°Geez, Leo! Are you trying to kill me?¡±


    The blond gave no answer, instead taking a large pull on the cigarette he held. ¡°So how goes it?¡± he finally muttered, paying little mind to his sudden interruption to the boy¡¯s work.


    Kurt sighed. ¡°I don¡¯t know about this one, Leo. I removed the bullets, but he¡¯s lost a lot of blood.¡± The teen then paused, biting his lip. ¡°Then there¡¯s¡­this,¡± he murmured finally, raising his hand to reveal the dog tag he held.


    Leo¡¯s icy-blue eyes narrowed.


    ¡°He had it around his neck,¡± Kurt continued, sparing the unconscious boy another glance.


    ¡°Well, isn¡¯t that interesting?¡± Leo mused, taking another drag of his cigarette.


    Kurt stared. When it was clear that Leo had no intention of elaborating, he sighed again. ¡°So¡­what do you want me to do?¡±


    Leo finished his cigarette and rolled his eyes. Honestly! Not that the boy was stupid by any means, but there were times he really questioned his intellect. ¡°For now, we wait on those results.¡±


    ¡°And if he doesn¡¯t pass?¡±


    Leo gave no reply and walked over to the small bed in the left corner of the room. Carefully pulling the blanket up around the sleeping boy¡¯s shoulders, he brushed his black bangs back. ¡°We¡¯ll cross that bridge if we get to it. For now, let him rest.¡±


    Kurt lightly bit his lip in apprehension, a sickening feeling of dread settling deep within his stomach as Leo walked by him to exit the room without another word. Left alone with the strange boy once more, he made his way back to his chair with a sour frown etched onto his thin face. Something about the boy made him uneasy, and, hopefully, tomorrow would bring the answers to his questions.

 Chapter 2: Second Chance

    Chapter 2: Second Chance


    Voices. Muffled and distorted, it was somewhat difficult for the boy to distinguish what exactly was being said. W-who¡­? The boy¡¯s thoughts trailed off as the low voice spoke again, though he was now only hearing every other word in a mass of mangled sentences.


    ¡°Hear me?¡±


    Huh?


    ¡°Awake. He¡¯s waking up!¡±


    A pained groan involuntarily left the boy¡¯s lips as he suddenly bolted upright. It took only moments for the brunette to realize his mistake as his head began to spin wildly, and he slammed his eyes shut as bright light assaulted his senses. Placing a hand to his left temple, he whimpered in pain.


    ¡°Hey, easy now. That¡¯s a good boy. You just relax. Everything¡¯s gonna be okay now.¡±


    The teen blinked as the voice came to him again, much clearer this time. Slowly, the boy opened his eyes once more to reveal vibrant, amber orbs. Acute, slit pupils dilated slightly as the orbs protested the white-hot light shining down on him from the bulb directly above the bed he was currently sitting on.


    Wait. Was that right? He quickly felt the panic set in as he desperately tried to remember the last thing he¡¯d been doing.


    The boy paled. What was his name? How old was he?


    ¡°So, welcome back to the land of the living.¡±


    Finally taking notice of the rather broad man standing in front of him, the teen swallowed. He winced. His throat felt so dry!


    ¡°Hey, you alright there?¡±


    The boy opened his mouth to reply, only to find no audio would come. Rendered mute for the moment, he merely shook his head as he grimaced in pain once more.


    ¡°W-where¡­where am I? Wh-what¡¯s going on?¡± the teen finally managed to stutter out, his eyes widening as a pale finger quickly pressed to his lips to silence him.


    ¡°Shh! It¡¯s all okay. You¡¯re in a medical facility. We¡¯ve been taking good care of you,¡± the blond informed as he pulled him to his unsteady feet. ¡°So, you got a name?¡±


    The brunette squeezed his eyes shut again as his pulse surged through his cranium once more. ¡°I, ugh¡­¡±


    Leo¡¯s icy-blue eyes narrowed slightly in analyzation. ¡°Come on, now. Focus for me. What¡¯s your name?¡± he spoke with a snap of his fingers.


    The boy groaned. ¡°I¡­I don¡¯t know!¡± he gasped as both shaking hands went to cradle his throbbing cranium. ¡°M-my head feels like it¡¯s going to split open.¡±


    Taking pity upon the young stranger¡¯s plight, Leo made his way over to the small end table next to the bed and retrieved a bottle of pain relievers. Twisting off the plastic cap, he collected two white pills in his hand before handing them to the ailing boy. ¡°For your migraine,¡± he clarified when the boy gave him a questioning glance. Handing the boy a bottle of water, he eyed him suspiciously. ¡°So, you really mean to tell me that you don¡¯t know your own name?¡±


    The teen gave a small shrug as he gladly downed the medication with a sigh. Once the man had helped him sit back down, he shivered. He hadn¡¯t realized just how chilled he actually was. The cold, tile floor had chilled his bare feet something awful. Taking a moment to glance around his surroundings, his amber eyes widened.


    The room he was in appeared to be straight out of a science fiction novel. There was a large monitor on the back wall. The boy squinted his eyes, but it was no use. He couldn¡¯t understand the writing and images being displayed on the screen. It was then he took notice of the other individual in the room.


    The teen cocked his head. At least that one appeared to be close to his age.


    ¡°Of course he would turn out to have amnesia,¡± the other teen quipped, running a hand through his disheveled, black hair with a sigh.


    The boy watched in confusion as the other teen and the blond man exchanged glances for a moment.


    ¡°Amnesia, huh?¡± the blond murmured before turning his attention back to the ailing teen sitting on the clinical bed in front of him. Raising one of his large hands, he brought it roughly against the back of the boy¡¯s skull with a dull ¡®thud¡¯.


    ¡°Ow!¡± The unsuspecting boy cried out as the impact nearly sent him off the bed and into the cold floor.


    ¡°That didn¡¯t jostle anything loose in there?¡±


    ¡°No, that just hurt!¡± the teen grumbled in reply as he rubbed his head once more.


    Kurt sighed as he made his way over to stand beside Leo, shaking his head in exasperation. ¡°Leo, I don¡¯t think that hitting him on the head is gonna help anything.¡±


    The commander quirked a brow. ¡°I didn¡¯t exactly see you coming up with any ideas.¡±


    ¡°At least I know enough not to use violence as a medical treatment!¡± Kurt retorted.


    The teen looked back and forth between the arguing pair for a moment. What on earth had he stumbled into?! ¡°You mind telling me who you people are?!¡±


    The pair quickly turned their attention back to their patient.


    ¡°Sorry about that. My name is Leo Derwent,¡± the blond man spoke as he held out his large hand in greeting. ¡°I won¡¯t bite,¡± he grumbled when the boy flinched back in response.


    The teen stared at the blond male¡¯s hand for a moment, considering it carefully before gingerly grasping it in a loose handshake. ¡°I, uh, hope punching people isn¡¯t how you normally go about introducing yourself.¡±


    The older man laughed a hearty chuckle. ¡°Of course not! I must admit that I am a little unfamiliar. You¡¯re my first amnesia case.¡±


    The boy cocked his head. ¡°You said I was in a medical facility, so are you my doctor or something?¡±


    The room immediately erupted into gales of hearty laughter from the other two individuals.


    ¡°Heavens no!¡± the man called Leo snickered.


    ¡°Good thing too, cause he sure doesn¡¯t have the bedside manner for it,¡± the other dark-haired youth chuckled.


    Leo turned to pin him with a cool glare. ¡°Hey! I¡¯ll have you know that most find me to be very pleasant company.¡±


    The boy snickered. ¡°Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, Commander.¡±


    ¡°Commander?¡± the strange boy repeated. ¡°Am I on a military base, then?¡±


    ¡°Well, doesn¡¯t he catch on quick?¡± the brunette quipped.


    ¡°H-How did I get here?¡± the boy breathlessly wondered aloud. His tone far away; disbelieving even.


    Leo made his way to the back of the room where a table sat next to the enormous monitor. He returned a moment later to hand the boy a small, glass container.


    ¡°What?¡± he questioned. Staring at the sickening red hue that decorated the inside, he felt his stomach lurch. ¡°Bullets?¡± he questioned as he turned the container over, hearing the metallic ¡®clink¡¯ as the fragments rolled around.


    ¡°They came from your chest.¡±


    The teen¡¯s amber eyes widened. ¡°Wh-¡±


    ¡°Isn¡¯t it obvious? Someone wanted you dead,¡± the brunette cut him off, rolling his brown eyes in exasperation.


    Honestly! Wasn¡¯t the boy paying any attention at all to what they were saying?!


    ¡°That¡¯s why you were found floating down the river. Good thing too¡­,¡± Leo trailed off, glaring when it appeared the other boy would say yet another snide comment.


    ¡°B-but that doesn¡¯t make any sense. Why would someone try to kill me?¡±


    Leo then handed the boy a small, military dog tag. ¡°That was also around your neck.¡±


    The teen cocked his head as he turned it over in his hands, feeling the smooth, cool metal. ¡°Vincent, huh?¡± he murmured, reading the engraved name at the top. A small, star-like symbol etched below the name captured his attention, and he squinted his eyes to better analyze it. The tag seemed old and worn, baring many dings and scratches.


    ¡°Recognize it, do you?¡±


    The boy in question shook his head. ¡°N-no, Sir. Sorry, I¡¯m afraid I don¡¯t,¡± he murmured. ¡°What¡¯s it mean exactly?¡±


    Leo regarded the boy warily. ¡°That is a military dog tag. Governmental military personnel wear that symbol. What do you think, Kurt? He look like a Vincent to you?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know, Leo. He seems awful frail to me to be military,¡± the other boy replied, scratching his chin in contemplation. ¡°Though I would have to admit those eyes are sure striking.¡±


    ¡°Huh?¡±


    ¡°True. It¡¯s not often we see an iris like that,¡± Leo replied, seeming to ignore the bewildered boy¡¯s question altogether.


    ¡°I¡¯m actually quite fond of the pupil, myself. Reminds me of cat¡¯s eyes. Quite animalistic,¡± Kurt continued, folding his arms.


    ¡°Animalistic?!¡±


    Finally taking notice of the boy¡¯s discomfort, Kurt reached into the pocket of his white lab coat to retrieve a small, handheld mirror. ¡°See for yourself.¡±


    The teen accepted the offering, gasping at what he saw. Indeed, it appeared to be cat¡¯s eyes staring back at him! Swallowing nervously, he quickly handed the mirror back. He was now positive something had to be terribly wrong with him.


    ¡°Modest, are we?¡± Leo chuckled. When the boy failed to respond, he continued. ¡°Anyway, make yourself at home. You¡¯re a guest here.¡±


    The teen nodded. ¡°Th-thank you,¡± he responded, his voice light; airy.


    Leo nodded to the boy and Kurt before making his way to the door. Upon reaching it, he stopped. Turning around to face the two teens once more, he pinned the patient with an almost eerie smile. ¡°There¡¯s just one more little thing, Vincent. You¡¯re not to step one foot outside this room without an escort.¡±


    The teen¡¯s already pale skin took on an even lighter hue as he swallowed. ¡°So I¡¯m a prisoner?¡±


    The blond¡¯s smile turned almost wicked, resembling the toothy sort of grin a cat might give a captured mouse before devouring it. ¡°Well, you might say that. Of course, why view your situation with such a pessimistic lens? You¡¯re not in chains or handcuffs.¡±


    ¡°Not free either,¡± the boy interjected.


    ¡°And you won¡¯t be. Not until we have a look at those results from the tests we ran on you.¡±


    The teen¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°What?! What tests?!¡± What exactly had these people done to him while he was unconscious?!


    Leo shook his head. ¡°Never mind that for now. You just be a good boy and mind your manners, and we¡¯ll all get along just fine.¡± With that, he turned on his heels and left the room.


    As the door closed with a loud ¡®clang¡¯, the injured boy fell back onto the medical bed with a loud sigh. Although he held no memories, he was certain that this had to be the weirdest day of his young life.


    Kurt watched the stranger for a few moments longer before addressing him once more. ¡°So, uh, how about something to eat, Vincent?¡±


    The boy in question didn¡¯t look up. ¡°So is that supposed to be my name now?¡±


    Kurt felt his eyebrow twitch in irritation as he made his way to the back of the room again and sat down in the chair that awaited him. ¡°Well, what would you like to be called, then?¡±


    The teen shrugged, though, from his position, he had no idea if his companion could see. ¡°Vincent it is, I suppose.¡± Sitting up, he shivered, realizing how little warmth the white medical gown he wore was currently providing him. He sighed again as he glanced around his surroundings once more. The small room was filled with machines and gadgets that he had no clue as to what their function could be. Placing his bare feet onto the floor again, he ground his teeth. The slate-gray tile of the floor felt more like a sheet of ice than anything else. Turning his attention back to his right hand that still held the object that had inadvertently named him, he twirled it through his fingers. ¡°Government, huh? Aren¡¯t you guys the government?¡±


    Kurt took his attention away from the monitor he was supervising to turn around in his chair. ¡°The commander will answer all those questions in due time.¡±


    Vincent rolled his eyes. ¡°Don¡¯t know if I can take all the suspense,¡± he muttered dryly.


    ¡°I think you¡¯ll survive,¡± Kurt retorted with a huff. ¡°Besides, it isn¡¯t like you¡¯d survive more than five minutes on the outside. In case you forgot, someone tried to kill you.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s amber eyes narrowed. ¡°Is that supposed to make me resign myself to the situation?¡±


    What was with this guy?


    ¡°Look, it would be unethical for us to just turn you loose as you are right now. Just relax and all your questions will be answered in due time.¡±


    Vincent slowly laid back down. He was beginning to feel so sore. His chest burned, and he winced. Pulling down the collar of his medical gown, he could clearly see the distinct discoloration around the medium-sized incision that marred the left side of his chest. That must be where I was shot. But¡­who would want to kill me? Why would they want to kill me? Just what did I do?...


    ¡°You okay?¡±


    ¡°Just peachy,¡± Vincent drawled, ¡°Life just couldn¡¯t get any better.¡±


    ****


    Leo exited the small corridor and reached into the pocket of the gray coat he wore to retrieve his cigarettes and lighter. Selecting one and lighting it, he glanced up to notice the young woman making her way down the hall in front of him.


    Right on schedule.


    He took a long drag on his cigarette as she approached and gave him an almost expectant look.


    Leo couldn¡¯t help but smile. For three days now she¡¯d been coming down to sit with the boy in hopes that he would awaken. ¡°Your new friend is awake today,¡± he informed, watching as her bright, blue eyes immediately lit up. ¡°And you¡¯re not to see him, Alice.¡±


    ¡°What?! Why not?!¡±


    Leo took another drag of his cigarette. ¡°You mean other than the fact that I say so?¡±


    Alice sighed. Sometimes, the man was too protective for his own good. Wasn¡¯t it only fair that she got to meet the boy she¡¯d saved? Then again, Leo always was a stickler when it came to his protocols. She only hoped that they wouldn¡¯t hurt the poor boy.


    Seeing the displeasure etched into her pale face, Leo continued. ¡°He¡¯s recovering. He needs all the rest he can get right now.¡±


    Alice bit her lip, refusing to draw attention to the rather unpleasant topic of all the tests he had probably run on the boy. ¡°W-well, I guess I¡¯ll see him tomorrow, then.¡± The sound of the chuckle she¡¯d earned in response slightly echoed in the vacant hall, and she watched as Leo continued to shake his head at her in exasperation. ¡°Come on, Dad,¡± she murmured.


    Honestly! When was he going to stop treating her like a child?


    ¡°What is it about this guy that has you so enamored?¡±


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    ¡°I-I¡¯m not enamored. I-,¡± the teen paused. Truthfully, she wasn¡¯t sure why seeing the boy had become so important to her. For some reason, she hadn¡¯t been able to stop thinking about him. ¡°I just want to meet him. I did save him, after all,¡± she finally answered.


    It wasn¡¯t a lie.


    ¡°Yeah, well, so did Seth, and I don¡¯t recall seeing him come down here the past 3 days to sit by his bedside,¡± Leo replied, taking another drag of his cigarette before a knowing smile crept across his face. ¡°You, uh, sure his looks have nothing to do with your obsession?¡±


    The reaction was almost immediate. Alice felt the heat rise to her cheeks before an intense warmth quickly surged through her body. ¡°I-I¡¯m not obsessed!¡±


    Leo chuckled, watching as the lighting overhead grew in intensity. Noticing this, he sighed and finished his cigarette. ¡°I¡¯d prefer to keep my lights, Alice.¡±


    The teen blinked, as if suddenly realizing. Looking away, she murmured an apology. Now she¡¯d done it. How was he ever going to start seeing her as an adult if she lost control of her emotions so easily? She was brought out of her dim thoughts as a heavy hand was placed on her head, patting her hair affectionately.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry your pretty, blonde head. He¡¯s going to be just fine. You¡¯ll have plenty of time to talk to him another day.¡±


    Giving a defeated sigh, the girl nodded. ¡°Fine.¡±


    Leo smiled. ¡°That¡¯s my girl.¡± He then made his way down the hall, turning the corner and disappearing from sight.


    Alice glanced around for a moment longer. A mischievous smile began to grace her lips as she walked down the corridor from which Leo had previously emerged. Honestly! His overprotectiveness is getting out of hand. I don¡¯t see any harm if I just take a peek.


    Decision made, the blonde picked up her pace. The last thing she needed was to be stopped by one of her superiors. Reaching the small door at the end, she twisted the knob and entered a second, smaller corridor. She had barely closed the door and turned around when she noticed the young man guarding the medical room door at the end. Giving a sheepish grin when the boy cleared his throat expectantly, she offered him a friendly wave.


    ¡°Fancy meeting you here.¡±


    The boy rolled his blue eyes as he brushed a tan hand through his unruly, brown hair. ¡°Yeah, the commander has me on guard duty.¡± Giving a knowing grin, he continued. ¡°He said something about keeping an eye out for a young woman named Alice.¡±


    Alice felt her cheeks burn hot. ¡°Oh, come on! You can¡¯t be serious, Issac.¡±


    The teen soldier continued to chuckle at the girl¡¯s outrage. ¡°Hey, what do you want me to do? Orders are orders.¡±


    ¡°Well, you could pretend you didn¡¯t see me.¡±


    Issac¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°But, Alice-¡±


    The girl pursed her lips in an endearing pout. She had known the teen long enough to know that he simply couldn¡¯t seem to stand seeing her upset. ¡°Please, Issac?¡±


    The brunette sighed. It was no use trying to talk her out it. After all, Alice was quite known for having a rather stubborn streak. ¡°Arguing with you is an uphill battle, you know that?¡±


    Alice smiled, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder. ¡°And you¡¯re the best.¡±


    Issac instantly felt his face warm. ¡°Yeah, yeah. You¡¯re gonna get me in so much trouble. Only a minute, okay?¡±


    The young woman gave another bright smile, nodding.


    With another sigh, Issac turned and quietly opened the door, ushering her inside.


    Upon entering the room, the pair heard voices rising in conversation and immediately hid in the doorway so as not to be noticed.


    ****


    ¡°So, when am I getting the grand tour?¡± Vincent inquired, running a hand through his disheveled, black hair. He sighed. What he would give to be out of this ridiculous medical gown. The teen shivered. I at least wish I had some pants¡­


    ¡°You¡¯ll have to wait a little bit longer for that,¡± Kurt replied as he continued to busy himself with his computer work.


    Vincent sighed again. Raising his head, he felt his heart nearly stop. There, in the doorway, was positively the most exquisite creature he¡¯d ever laid his young eyes upon. Bright, golden hair cascaded down past delicate, thin shoulders. Beautiful, pale skin like fine alabaster marble¡­ Vincent swallowed hard as her striking sapphire eyes continued to watch him. He smiled, watching in fascination as her fine cheeks quickly filled with color before she looked away.


    Alice felt her heart hammer against her rib cage as she quickly leaned back against the wall. That soft, almost musical, voice had been the last thing she¡¯d expected to hear. And those eyes¡­


    The teen was brought out of her revelry at the soft tap on her shoulder. Slightly startled, she gave Issac a quizzical glance.


    ¡°What¡¯s the matter with you?¡± he whispered, clearly confused to see her behaving in such a manner.


    Alice felt her face flush hot again. ¡°N-Nothing, okay?¡± she whispered back harshly.


    Issac shook his head, clearly not believing yet unwilling to argue the matter. ¡°Well, you got your peek. Show¡¯s over. Come on, now,¡± he whispered, grabbing her hand to lead her back into the hall.


    Alice seemed to ignore him, gently pulling her hand away as she moved to the other side of the doorway to get a clearer view as the boy on the bed began to speak again.


    ¡°But didn¡¯t you guys say I could leave this room if I had an escort?¡± Vincent protested. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the girl and smiled warmly to her again.


    The reaction was immediate. The girl instantly flushed again, though she returned the smile.


    ¡°We don¡¯t have an escort for you yet,¡± Kurt replied casually, his back still turned.


    Vincent bit his lip lightly, finally taking his attention away from the female long enough to shoot the boy a glare. ¡°You make me sound like an imposition.¡±


    Kurt finally turned around in his leather chair. ¡°I never said that. We¡¯ll arrange an escort for you in due time.¡±


    Alice gained a mischievous grin as she glanced in Issac¡¯s direction.


    Oh, no. I know that look¡­ ¡°No.¡±


    ¡°Please? I¡¯ll owe you one.¡±


    Issac snorted. ¡°You already owe me one.¡±


    Alice rolled her eyes. ¡°Fine, make it two, then.¡±


    Issac sighed. ¡°Fine. You¡¯re impossible.¡±


    ¡°You know, you two, you aren¡¯t supposed to be in here,¡± Kurt suddenly called out.


    Issac and Alice instantly froze.


    ¡°I can see you, you know? What are you doing? You¡¯re supposed to be in the hall, Issac,¡± Kurt sighed in exasperation as both teens slowly emerged from the doorway.


    ¡°I-I was!¡± Issac protested, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.


    ¡°Come on, Kurt. You¡¯re making a big deal over nothing,¡± Alice muttered, crossing her arms in mild indignation.


    Vincent smiled again as he stood up.


    Kurt sighed again before turning back to his patient. ¡°This petulant girl is the one you should thank for saving your life, by the way.¡±


    ¡°What?! Petulant?!¡± Alice shouted indignantly, stomping her foot.


    Vincent extended a hand to the girl, smiling another soft smile. ¡°Um, thank you, then. It¡¯s very nice to meet you, Miss. I¡¯m Vincent¡­at least I think so.¡±


    Alice turned her attention away from the boy she was glaring at to face him then, shyly accepting his hand. ¡°I¡¯m Alice¡­pleasure to meet you,¡± she murmured, captivated by the stranger¡¯s molten, amber eyes.


    Vincent cocked his head when she said nothing more. ¡°Is, uh, something wrong?¡±


    Alice cleared her throat, quickly looking away as she finally let go of his hand. ¡°No, nothing.¡±


    Vincent shot a questioning glance at Kurt.


    Kurt shrugged. ¡°She¡¯s weird. Better get used to it.¡±


    Alice spun around, feeling her face flush hot. ¡°I am not!¡± she growled.


    The lights flickered then, causing three of the four teens to jump slightly.


    Kurt shot Alice a look. ¡°That¡¯s quite enough.¡±


    Vincent scratched the back of his head, glancing between the two glaring teens. ¡°Uh, did I miss something?¡±


    Issac shook his head at the display, choosing to remain wisely silent on the matter.


    ¡°Never you mind,¡± Kurt suddenly stated, ceasing the glaring contest, ¡°What you need now is rest.¡±


    Vincent groaned. ¡°Rest?!¡±


    Alice shook her head. ¡°Kurt, he¡¯s been in bed for three whole days already.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, and the gunshot victim doesn¡¯t need to be walking around too much,¡± he returned.


    ¡°Well, I feel fine,¡± Vincent murmured.


    ¡°But we-¡±


    ¡°If he was promised an escort, he¡¯s got one now,¡± Alice declared, cutting Kurt off as she made her way over and took Vincent by the hand.


    The teen barely had time to gasp as the girl¡¯s small hand folded over his own, and he was practically dragged out of the room.


    Kurt and Issac exchanged glances, both sighing in exasperation.


    ****


    Vincent felt his heart skip a beat as he fell into step beside the girl leading him along by the hand. Taking a moment to glance about his surroundings, he was only left more dumbfounded. He became slightly fearful as he noticed no windows adorned the expansive, steel-like walls. A few passersby in the hall began to whisper amongst themselves as they passed, causing the boy to feel more than a little self-conscious.


    As if reading the boy¡¯s thoughts, the young blonde turned to him with a warm smile. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Vincent. Never you mind them.¡±


    Vincent gave a sheepish chuckle before nodding slightly. ¡°So, uh, what is this place?¡± he inquired, hoping this girl would be at least a little more forthcoming regarding his situation.


    ¡°An underground facility. It¡¯s perfectly secure and able to keep anyone from getting in.¡± Stopping to spare the boy a glance out of the corner of her eye, she continued. ¡°Or out,¡± she laughed darkly.


    Vincent felt the color immediately drain from his face as sweat began to fill his brow. Just what had he stumbled into?!


    ¡°Just kidding,¡± the girl giggled, bringing a swift halt to his racing, panicked thoughts.


    ¡°That wasn¡¯t funny,¡± Vincent mumbled, though the smile she gave him in response drained the strength from his knees.


    The blonde shrugged, tightening her hold on his hand as they turned and started down the next hall. ¡°I know what will put you in better spirits. Come on, we¡¯re going to the mess hall.¡±


    ¡°Mess hall?¡±


    Alice pursed her lips, chuckling slightly. ¡°I can¡¯t promise that there won¡¯t be a literal mess, but at least there¡¯s food there.¡± She paused to give the boy another small smile. ¡°You must be hungry.¡±


    The boy resisted the groan that desperately wished to escape him at the mere mention of food. His stomach, however, felt no such dignity as it grumbled loudly. ¡°Famished.¡±


    The pair walked the rest of the hallway in relative silence. Reaching a set of twin, steel doors at the end, Alice opened them to reveal a large, open cafeteria. Once again, the walls strongly resembled what might be found in a bomb shelter. The cold tile squeaked loudly as they walked.


    ¡°Anything in particular that you like to eat?¡±


    Vincent shrugged. ¡°Not really. Anything will do,¡± he murmured. Truth be told, he was somewhat distracted by the small hand he held. Her hands are so soft¡­


    ¡°Hey, Vincent, you see that guy over there?¡± she spoke again, pulling him from his thoughts as she pointed to a long table in the far-left corner of the room.


    ¡°You mean the one with black hair?¡±


    Alice nodded. ¡°Yeah. Why don¡¯t you go sit over there, and I¡¯ll go get you something to eat?¡±


    Vincent smiled and nodded as the girl released his hand then, though he found that he immediately missed the warmth. Feeling more than a little awkward at the moment, he slowly made his way over to the indicated destination with a sigh. He couldn¡¯t have been awake for more than a few hours, but he already felt exhausted.


    ¡°Look who decided to join the party,¡± the black-haired boy greeted as Vincent slowly sat down next to him.


    ¡°Alice, uh, told me to sit here,¡± Vincent murmured in reply, confused when the brunette gave him a rather penetrating look in response.


    He¡¯s already calling her by her first name? ¡°Showing you around, is she?¡±


    Vincent nodded. ¡°Ye-yeah.¡±


    ¡°There¡¯s no need to be nervous, new guy.¡±


    ¡°Vincent,¡± he corrected him gently.


    ¡°Nice to meet you, Vincent. Name¡¯s Seth,¡± the boy replied, extending a hand in friendly gesture.


    Vincent accepted the teen¡¯s outstretched hand with an inward sigh of relief. ¡°It¡¯s nice to meet you.¡±


    ¡°He¡¯s Touched.¡±


    Vincent cocked his head, glancing across the table at the young man who¡¯d spoken. ¡°Huh?¡±


    ¡°They¡¯re gonna find out what you are, you know?¡± the boy murmured, resting his chin in one hand as he rested his elbow upon the table.


    ¡°That¡¯s enough, Jonathan,¡± Seth barked.


    The boy blew out an angry sigh, running a hand through his sandy hair before looking away. ¡°Fine. Forget it, then.¡±


    Vincent bit his lip, feeling a rather uneasy chill creep down his spine. ¡°Wh-what¡¯s Touched?¡±


    As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them.


    Seth gave him a somewhat forced smile. ¡°Never mind that right now.¡±


    Panic began to set in for Vincent as his mind quickly began to race. ¡°Well, is it something bad? Be honest.¡±


    ¡°I wouldn¡¯t exactly say that,¡± Jonathan murmured in answer, giving a half-hearted shrug.


    Vincent could almost feel the worry creases forming on his brow. What on earth was going on in this place? For probably the third time, he idly wondered what he¡¯d gotten himself into. ¡°B-but I-¡±


    Vincent was cut off as a bowl of soup was suddenly placed before him.


    ¡°Enough gloom and doom. He needs to eat, guys,¡± Alice stated, putting an end to the uncomfortable topic with her return.


    ¡°Thank you,¡± Vincent smiled gratefully before he began to make quick work of the meal.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t realize he had his own catering service,¡± Seth jeered.


    ¡°Oh, is that jealousy I detect?¡± Alice returned as she took a seat next to Jonathan.


    Seth felt his cheeks warm. ¡°Je-jealousy?!¡±


    ¡°Sounds like it to me,¡± grinned Jonathan.


    Seth grumbled under his breath before shooting Vincent a mock glare. ¡°Looks like you have it made to me. You¡¯re getting the royal treatment.¡±


    Vincent wisely kept silence, choosing to maintain his focus on his bowl of soup he was nearly done with.


    When his target remained silent, Seth then turned his attention toward another. ¡°And by one of the most charming ladies we have here.¡±


    Alice rolled her eyes. ¡°Suck up,¡± she muttered.


    Jonathan chuckled. ¡°I would say insincere.¡±


    ¡°Well, no one asked you!¡± Seth returned. ¡°And really? Spoiling him by bringing his meals to him?¡± he muttered, rolling his brown eyes.


    Alice frowned. ¡°Considering what he¡¯s been through, I believe he¡¯s due for a little special treatment.¡±


    Vincent finished his soup, placing the bowl upon the table with a sigh. ¡°Thank you again.¡±


    Alice smiled. ¡°I take it you enjoyed it?¡±


    ¡°It was delicious.¡±


    Seth scoffed. ¡°He¡¯s easily impressed, I see.¡±


    Alice shrugged. ¡°That just makes my job easier.¡± She then stood up and began to walk away. ¡°Come on, Vincent.¡±


    Vincent hastily nodded, scrambling to his feet as he rushed after her. His head was on a swivel as they exited the cafeteria and entered a long hallway. A plethora of doors adorned both walls. Stopping in front of one door near the end, the blonde turned to him with a small smile.


    ¡°Come on, it will be a lot quieter in here.¡±


    Vincent nodded obediently, following the girl like a lost puppy. He glanced around the room as she opened the door, and he stepped inside. Neutral-gray walls accented in white gave the room a cool feel. A small bed resided in the far corner next to a dresser. A desk occupied the opposite corner. Books were stacked neatly on top.


    ¡°This is my room.¡±


    Vincent swallowed hard. ¡°I-I, uh, see.¡± Get ahold of yourself! It¡¯s just a really attractive woman¡­and you¡¯re alone¡­in her bedroom¡­


    ¡°Something on your mind?¡± Alice questioned when the boy remained silent, eyeing him quizzically.


    The boy shook his head, attempting to gather what was left of his nerves. ¡°N-nothing.¡±


    Alice smiled gently. ¡°Oh? You don¡¯t have any questions at all??


    Vincent bit his lip as the incident at the table sprang to the forefront of his mind. ¡°W-well, what does Touched mean?¡± he questioned, wincing when his voice practically dripped with the apprehension.


    Alice appeared taken aback for a moment. ¡°You mean you don¡¯t know what that means?¡±


    The brunette shook his head with a dejected sigh. ¡°I have no idea what year it even is.¡±


    ¡°2142,¡± the girl answered, giving the boy a sympathetic glance.


    ¡°So that¡¯s the year?¡±


    The blonde nodded. He really must not have any memories to not know what Touched means. Ignorance is bliss, I suppose¡­ Seeing the worried frown upon the boy¡¯s pale face, she brushed a strand of her hair back. ¡°Where did you even hear that?¡±


    ¡°From a boy at the table. Jonathan, I think, was his name,¡± Vincent murmured, resisting the urge to sigh heavily. He wasn¡¯t completely sure he could handle all the stress he¡¯d endured so far. It was a wonder he hadn¡¯t had a heart attack!


    Jonathan¡­ ¡°You really want to know?¡±


    Vincent¡¯s head shot up. ¡°Of course.¡±


    Alice sighed. ¡°Well, if you¡¯re sure.¡± The blonde bit her lip as she felt the warmth course through her. She smiled lightly as the boy winced at the bright light that followed. Gently clasping the boy¡¯s hands within her own, the lighting then dissipated to its normal intensity. ¡°There,¡± she murmured finally, ¡°You¡¯ve been touched.¡±


    ¡°Eh?!¡± Vincent balked, his pale cheeks rapidly filling with color.


    The female teen smiled for a moment before releasing his hands. ¡°Listen, Vincent, on a serious note, try not to worry about that stuff right now, okay? You¡¯ve been through enough as it is. You were shot, for crying out loud.¡±


    The boy swallowed, unable to maintain her gaze. ¡°Ye-yeah.¡±


    Alice smiled again. The boy was SO shy! She cleared her throat as she felt the heat quickly beginning to settle in her cheeks. ¡°Anyway, just relax for now. Take it one step at a time.¡±


    Vincent smiled warmly despite the color filling his pale face. He suddenly felt so much warmer for some reason. ¡°I-If you say so,¡± he murmured.


    Alice swallowed as she maintained his gaze. Wh-why does he keep looking at me like that? Blushing, she quickly turned her attention away as there was a knock at her door. ¡°Uh, come in.¡±


    Issac hesitantly opened the door. ¡°I¡¯m sorry to interrupt, but I think it¡¯s time we get him back to the lab.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t you think that should be HIS decision?¡± Alice frowned, folding her arms in clear annoyance.


    Issac sighed. ¡°I don¡¯t make the rules, Alice. You know that.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s okay,¡± Vincent assured as he hesitantly made his way to the door. He didn¡¯t want to go. However, he had surely caused enough trouble for the kind girl for one day. ¡°I really don¡¯t want to get you into any trouble.¡±


    ¡°Never you mind that, Vincent. It was nice talking to you,¡± Alice murmured.


    Vincent nodded, instantly returning her infectious smile. ¡°The pleasure was mine.¡±


    Issac quickly bit his lip to keep from chuckling as Vincent began following him down the hallway. Shameless flirting much? Sparing a glance at the boy from over his shoulder, he smiled. Then again, Alice DOES seem really into him¡­


    Vincent found he couldn¡¯t help smiling to himself as he followed the boy back the way he¡¯d came. Golden hair and dazzling, blue eyes continuously flitted through his mind as he shuffled his feet along, no longer feeling the chill that had plagued him when he¡¯d first awoken. May-maybe this place isn¡¯t so bad¡­especially if it has people like her¡­

 Chapter 3: The Resistance

    Chapter 3: The Resistance


    Vincent groaned as he rolled over, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders as light invaded his senses. Ooh, please don¡¯t be morning yet¡­


    ¡°Wakey, wakey.¡±


    Vincent quickly sat up to see the blond man from the previous day standing next to his bed. The teen suppressed another groan. In all honesty, he hadn¡¯t gotten a whole lot in the way of sleep.


    ¡°Rough night?¡±


    The brunette ran a hand through his disheveled hair. ¡°Just had a bit of trouble sleeping is all.¡±


    Leo smiled, handing the boy a sheet of paper. ¡°Perhaps this will cheer you up.¡±


    The teen glanced over the paper, his eyes nearly crossing as he tried to make sense of the daunting block of medical text. ¡°What is all this?¡±


    Leo clapped a hand on the boy¡¯s shoulder as his grin widened. ¡°Your results. They turned out just as we¡¯d hoped.¡±


    Vincent shook his head. ¡°It¡¯s all gibberish to me.¡±


    Leo chuckled, removing his hand from the boy¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Well, congratulations, Vincent. You are officially among the winners of the evolutionary lottery. You¡¯re a Touched.¡±


    The teen sighed. ¡°Not this nonsense again.¡±


    Leo quirked a brow, a hint of annoyance creeping into his cool tone. ¡°You call being superior to every other Homo Sapiens nonsense?¡±


    Handing the piece of paper back to Leo, Vincent shook his head as he stood up. ¡°Look, I have no idea what Touched means. To tell you the truth, I don¡¯t even care at this point. I just want to be on my way. I do appreciate the help you¡¯ve been kind enough to give, but I¡¯m going to be okay now.¡±


    Leo¡¯s icy-blue eyes narrowed. ¡°To suggest that this is mere trivial knowledge only proves your own ignorance.¡±


    Vincent frowned. ¡°I never said it was trivial. I just don¡¯t really care to know at this point. Right now, I¡¯m more concerned with finding out who I was¡­or am¡­¡±


    ¡°Then you¡¯re worse than ignorant. You¡¯re a fool.¡±


    Vincent glared. ¡°I¡¯ve had enough of being jerked around by you people! I-¡±


    The rest of the teen¡¯s words died in his throat as the blond quickly grabbed him by his collar before slamming him back onto the bed.


    ¡°Listen, and you listen well, you spoiled, little brat. I don¡¯t know where you came from but let me give you a little reality check. Ever hear of survival of the fittest? Wake up! We are at war! People want us dead for what we are. It¡¯s kill or be killed out there! Think you¡¯re going to last with such a na?ve attitude?¡±


    Vincent¡¯s eyes widened as the pillow next to him then began to levitate before floating over into Leo¡¯s waiting hands. ¡°H-how?¡±


    The blond smirked. ¡°Curious, are we? I figured you might be. You¡¯ll have your answers soon enough.¡± Depositing the pillow back onto the bed, he turned and began heading for the door. ¡°For now, you¡¯ll get cleaned up. You have another long day ahead of you. I suggest you do some thinking about what I said.¡±


    ****


    Alice gave a small yawn, pushing back her desk chair slightly to stretch her stiff legs. Rotating her wrist, she glanced at her watch. 9 o¡¯clock. Closing the book she was currently reading, she placed it neatly upon her desk before stretching her arms above her head with a contented sigh. The peaceful moment was brought to an end, however, with a hesitant knock at the door.


    The teen sighed, a sour frown darkening her features. ¡°Come in,¡± she called.


    Kurt poked his head in the doorway, a sheepish grin tugging at his thin lips. ¡°Uh, hey, there. Sorry to bother you in your downtime, Alice, but you have new orders from the commander.¡±


    Alice groaned, resisting the urge to slap her palm to her forehead. ¡°Are you kidding me?¡±


    Kurt fully entered the room, a slip of paper clutched in his hand. ¡°I wish I was.¡± The brunette handed her the paper.


    The blonde quickly scanned the contents before she scowled. ¡°Come on! Seriously?! Why do I always gotta be the one to train the new soldiers?¡±


    ¡°Probably because you''re one of the strongest soldiers here, if not the strongest. Not to mention your reliability.¡±


    Alice rolled her sapphire eyes. ¡°Was that shameless flattery supposed to make me feel better?¡±


    Kurt snickered. ¡°I¡¯m merely stating the facts, Lieutenant.¡±


    Alice gave a rueful frown. ¡°Do you have to call me that? I¡¯ve told you before that you can just call me by my name.¡±


    Kurt gave an embarrassed smile. Perhaps he¡¯d said too much. ¡°Well, whatever you say. Though, I don¡¯t know why you make such a big deal out of it. You should be proud of your rank, Alice. After all, you¡¯ve worked so hard to earn it.¡± Not to mention all the sacrifices you¡¯ve made¡­


    ¡°I never said I wasn¡¯t proud of my title, Kurt.¡±


    ¡°Then what is it?¡±


    Alice sighed, shaking her head. ¡°Never mind that. So where did Leo dig this new, poor soul up from?¡±


    The brunette scoffed. ¡°Oh, I¡¯m sure he¡¯ll want to tell you all about himself. He¡¯s a bit on the ¡®damaged goods¡¯ side, if you know what I mean.¡±


    The young Lieutenant failed to suppress a groan. ¡°Oh, lovely. Probably another clueless idiot that doesn¡¯t even know how to hold a weapon. And I¡¯m supposed to turn them around and make a soldier out of them, so they can go and steal admiral out from under me!¡±


    Kurt winced at the tirade. ¡°You can¡¯t keep comparing everyone to him. We all know he¡¯s an asshole, but he hardly represents the general population.¡±


    ¡°I know that! I¡¯m not a moron, Kurt.¡±


    Trust me¡­I have a feeling you¡¯ll actually like this guy, Kurt inwardly mused, a knowing grin creeping into his features.


    ¡°What are you smiling about?¡±


    The boy cleared his throat. ¡°Oh, nothing. Well, I got to be getting back to the lab. Leo¡¯s going to be sending your new soldier to the training room in just a little bit.¡±


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    Alice nodded, giving the boy a smile. ¡°Okay. Thanks for the heads up, Kurt.¡±


    ¡°No problem at all.¡±


    ****


    Vincent sighed as he tugged at his new, restrictive clothing. Did they really expect him to move about freely in this?


    ¡°There, now. Don¡¯t you feel much better?¡± Leo smiled in triumph as he glanced the boy over.


    Vincent shifted uncomfortably in the blue armor once more, grumbling in irritation. ¡°I feel ridiculous! Do I have to wear this?¡±


    The blond gave the teen an exasperated look before nodding. ¡°Yes, you do. You said you wanted answers, so you¡¯re getting them.¡±


    The teen quirked a brow in question.


    The door opened, momentarily interrupting the conversation.


    ¡°I gave the lieutenant the news,¡± Kurt informed as he entered the room.


    Leo nodded in acknowledgment. Turning his attention back to Vincent, he then continued. ¡°As I said before; you are a Touched, or, as some would call you, Cursed.¡±


    The boy, once again, felt all the color drain from his face. ¡°C-Cursed?!¡±


    Leo held a hand up to silence him. ¡°There¡¯s no need to worry. Vincent, you have powers that no ordinary human being will ever know.¡±


    The teen¡¯s brow furrowed in skepticism. Powers? What was he talking about? ¡°You¡¯re joking, right? Powers?¡±


    ¡°You¡¯ve never noticed anything¡­unusual about yourself?¡±


    Vincent frowned. ¡°I-I don¡¯t remember.¡±


    Leo reached into his pocket to retrieve his cigarettes and lighter. ¡°To be perfectly honest with you, Vincent, anyone else probably would have died from the wounds you had.¡±


    Once again, Vincent felt himself grow pale. No wonder they all appeared to be so surprised when he¡¯d awoken. ¡°B-but, then how did I-¡±


    ¡°Survive? Simple: your organs essentially froze themselves out of instinct in order to preserve your life,¡± Leo cut him off as he lit a cigarette, taking a long drag.


    ¡°Wh-what?!¡±


    ¡°Calm down,¡± the blond murmured, pausing to exhale the smoke from his mouth. ¡°Look, under normal circumstances, with a wound like that, the body would suffer massive internal bleeding. However, your powers kicked in, triggering that defensive response.¡±


    Vincent shook his head, desperately trying to wrap his head around the situation. Powers? It was all so overwhelming, and the teen immediately felt the beginnings of a headache setting in. ¡°B-but how? I don¡¯t recall having such abilities. How is such a thing even possible?¡±


    ¡°Well, since you have amnesia, I¡¯m assuming you were probably aware of your abilities in the past. As you¡¯ve probably guessed, your powers are derived from water and ice,¡± Leo replied, finishing his cigarette.


    ¡°And how do you know this? None of it even makes sense. This all just seems impossible to me,¡± the brunette returned, though he couldn¡¯t seem to shake the sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach.


    Leo shrugged. ¡°That¡¯s easy. The tests I had Kurt run on you showed that your heart rate was significantly lower than any normal human¡¯s. Your core temperature was also very low.¡± The blond paused as Kurt handed him a sheet of paper. ¡°You see,¡± he continued, ¡°with most Touched, their core temperature will also reflect their particular elemental aptitude. Everyone here is a Touched.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°Wait! So no one here is normal? What exactly is this place, then?¡± The overwhelmed teen couldn¡¯t help but feel he was in way over his head. How long did these people intend to hold him here? Though, if the implications he¡¯d been given held any truth, perhaps he shouldn¡¯t be in such a hurry to leave.


    Leo laughed, folding the paper he held up and placing it in his pocket for safe keeping. ¡°That¡¯s an interesting choice of words, but I¡¯d say you deserve an answer. You¡¯re currently in an underground military facility controlled by what is known as The Resistance.¡±


    Vincent cocked his head as Leo made his way toward the back of the room. He could feel his heart begin to race. ¡°The Resistance?¡±


    ¡°A rebel army that stands against our current government: The Order.¡±


    Vincent spared Kurt an apprehensive glance as he spoke. Rebels, huh? That explains a lot¡­


    ¡°You asked why I had you change into armor, Vincent. Well, I believe it goes without saying that the population of people like us is a little on the small side,¡± Leo spoke as he sat down in one of the black, leather chairs in the back of the room.


    ¡°Especially with The Order killing off pretty much all of us that they can,¡± Kurt commented ruefully, a sour frown darkening his boyish features.


    ¡°What?!¡± Vincent replied, appalled.


    ¡°Not now, Kurt. Calm down, Vincent,¡± Leo intervened. ¡°Your superior officer will answer any additional questions you may have.¡±


    ¡°Superior officer?¡± the brunette questioned, cocking his head again. They surely didn¡¯t mean¡­


    ¡°Yes. Lieutenant Lynheart,¡± Leo replied, handing the boy a new dog tag with his name engraved on it. ¡°Here.¡±


    Vincent glanced the tag over. The blue insignia below his name was different now. Instead of the star-like symbol, there was what appeared to be a shield with a sword. ¡°What¡¯s this for?¡±


    ¡°Protocol. It signifies that you are now the newest member of our army,¡± Leo responded casually, lighting another cigarette.


    ¡°What?! I never agreed to such a thing!¡±


    Leo shrugged at the young teen¡¯s outrage, taking a long drag of his cigarette. ¡°The little details aren¡¯t what¡¯s important right now. Issac¡¯s waiting for you in the hall. He will take you to the training room to meet your commanding officer.¡±


    Vincent sighed. ¡°And I suppose I have no choice in the matter?¡±


    ¡°None. You know as well as I do that it wouldn¡¯t be right to turn you out into the world as you are. You¡¯d be found dead within five minutes,¡± Leo returned. Green or not, the boy was still a Touched, and, therefore, ultimately useful.


    The brunette ran a hand through his disheveled hair. How was he going to get himself out of this? He didn¡¯t know the first thing about being a soldier! What did they expect him to do? Kill people? The mere notion repulsed him. ¡°You say I have powers?¡±


    The blond scrutinized the teen for a moment, taking another drag. ¡°Correct.¡±


    ¡°Well, I don¡¯t see how I can be of any use to your little army, since I don¡¯t have the slightest clue how to use them.¡±


    Leo waved his concerns off. ¡°That¡¯s where your commanding officer comes in. They will teach you all you need to know.¡±


    Vincent felt his blood run cold as a rather sadistic smile began to tug at the man¡¯s lips.


    ¡°By the way, I heard about your little tour around the base yesterday.¡±


    The teen swallowed hard. Why was he looking at him like that all of the sudden? ¡°Ye-yeah.¡±


    ¡°And what did you think of the girl that saved your life?¡±


    The teen¡¯s eyebrows furrowed in both apprehension and confusion as he quickly ran a hand through his hair in nervous habit. ¡°W-well, uh, she-she seemed nice.¡±


    ¡°Beautiful, isn¡¯t she?¡± Leo¡¯s grin widened. His eyes narrowed as Kurt began snickering under his breath.


    Vincent¡¯s pale cheeks filled with color. What on earth?! What relevancy could such a question possibly have? ¡°I-I don¡¯t really think that¡¯s my place to say.¡±


    ¡°Just answer the question.¡±


    Refusing eye-contact, the teen shuffled his feet at the question. He would be lying if he were to say that the girl¡¯s looks hadn¡¯t struck him at all. ¡°W-well¡­ Y-yes, she¡¯s very pretty,¡± he murmured finally.


    ¡°And my daughter.¡±


    Vincent felt the blood drain from his face immediately. ¡°Wh- I-I mean no disrespect-¡±


    ¡°Enough. I just thought I¡¯d let you know who you should be extra respectful to. Now, go on. It¡¯s time for your training, young man.¡±


    The blond watched as the teen immediately fled the room as though he¡¯d been set ablaze by some unseen force. Finishing his cigarette, he sighed.


    ¡°Um, Leo, I get being cautious and all, but did you really have to scare him so badly?¡±


    ¡°Kurt, in order for him to have a dog tag from The Order, he would¡¯ve either had to have been in a fight with a soldier and stole their tag¡­¡±


    ¡°Or he was a soldier himself?¡± Kurt guessed, offering his father a questioning gaze.


    Leo nodded in approval. ¡°Correct, and you¡¯re going to find out which.¡±


    ¡°Huh?¡±


    ¡°Until we know everything, he isn¡¯t to be trusted. No matter the case, he did something in his past to make someone want him dead¡­ and I want to know what.¡±

 Chapter 4: Lieutenant Lynheart

    Chapter 4: Lieutenant Lynheart


    Seth failed to suppress a yawn as he slowly trudged down the hall. At this hour, the brunette would much rather be napping. However, there was little time for slacking off when being summoned by the commanding officer. His thoughts began to drift to a certain blonde beauty, and he smiled. He had seen her with the flower the other day. It was those little things that served to give him hope. Hope that one day¡­


    The teen frowned. What was he thinking? A relationship between them would never be allowed, even with her consent. Of course, if she was willing to break the rules, so was he.


    The brunette smiled slightly. Alice was known to push her boundaries from time to time. Upon reaching the large twin doors that led to the training room, the teen heaved a sigh. If only, right? I suppose we all want what we can¡¯t have¡­


    Seth gave one of the doors a particularly hard shove and entered the training room. The room appeared to be completely empty, aside from the blonde waiting patiently for him. Smiling, he greeted his commanding officer. ¡°Good morning, Alice. You, uh, sent for me?¡±


    The blonde nodded. ¡°That¡¯s right. Glad you could make it.¡±


    Seth quirked a brow at the female¡¯s stiff tone. ¡°What¡¯s got you so pissed this early in the morning?¡±


    As soon as the question left his lips, the teen regretted it. The blonde¡¯s eyes narrowed briefly. The lights began to flicker and dim as the temperature in the room quickly began to rise.


    ¡°Now, now, Alice, b-be reasonable.¡±


    ¡°Oh, I¡¯ll show you reasonable.¡±


    Seth cried out as a petite hand made a solid connection with the back of his skull. ¡°Ow! What the hell was that for?!¡± the teen whined, gingerly rubbing the back of his head.


    The blonde sighed, shaking her head in exasperation. ¡°You honestly didn¡¯t think I¡¯d forgotten all about your little comments the other day, did you?¡±


    ¡°Okay, okay, point taken,¡± Seth grumbled. ¡°I¡¯d forgotten that you don¡¯t have a sense of humor.¡±


    The blonde snorted. ¡°I don¡¯t have time for your nonsense today, Seth. We¡¯re getting a new cadet in our division, and you¡¯re to be on your best behavior.¡±


    Seth rolled his eyes. ¡°Yes, Mother,¡± he quipped.


    An eerie chill came over the room as the lights began to flicker.


    ¡°Okay, okay! You¡¯ve made your point!¡± Seth all but yelped, breathing a sigh of relief as the lighting finally returned to normal. He loved the woman so, but she was downright terrifying when she wanted to be!


    A loud clang was heard as the door to the training room was suddenly flung open, causing both teens to jump slightly.


    ¡°Uh, good morning, you two,¡± Issac hesitantly greeted, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. ¡°Am I interrupting?¡±


    Alice shook her head. ¡°No, of course not! Come in. Good morning to you too.¡±


    The brunette shrugged. ¡°If you¡¯re sure,¡± he murmured as he entered the room, Vincent trailing closely behind.


    ¡°Oh, hi, there, Vincent. I didn¡¯t see you,¡± Alice smiled warmly upon spotting the boy.


    The raven-haired teen returned the gesture instantly. ¡°Hello, Alice.¡±


    Truth be told, he wasn¡¯t exactly certain why the girl captivated him so. The teen bit his lip when he caught the disgusted scowl aimed in his direction.


    ¡°Don¡¯t mind Seth. He¡¯s just sour because we have to wait on a new cadet. What brings you two here?¡±


    Vincent felt his heart rise to his throat at the blonde¡¯s words. I-It can¡¯t be¡­


    ¡°Funny you should say that,¡± Issac smiled, turning his attention back to the dumbfounded boy beside him. ¡°Vincent, may I introduce you to First Division Strikeforce Lieutenant General, Alice Lynheart?¡±


    The blonde¡¯s eyes widened. Surely Leo wouldn¡¯t have already¡­ ¡°Wait, are you saying-¡±


    Issac nodded, cutting the young woman off with another smile. ¡°Alice, meet your new cadet, though I believe you¡¯ve already met.¡±


    The teens exchanged bashful glances, nodding.


    Seth rolled his eyes at the display. Honestly! ¡°Oh, brother. Don¡¯t tell me I have to watch you flirt with him all day.¡±


    ¡°Seth!¡± Alice chided, eliciting a sharp yelp from the teen as her elbow made a solid connection with his ribs.


    Issac chuckled as he made his way to the door. ¡°Well, I¡¯ll let you guys get back to work, then.¡±


    ¡°Well, now,¡± Alice began, ¡°this is interesting. I didn¡¯t expect my new cadet to be you, Vincent.¡±


    The teen scratched his head. ¡°Uh, yeah, it took me by surprise as well. I hope I won¡¯t be any trouble to you.¡±


    The brunette frowned. This was a terrible idea. He wasn¡¯t certain what powers the girl possessed, but he certainly hoped they weren¡¯t as frightening as what he¡¯d witnessed with the commander.


    ¡°Of course not!¡± the blonde assured with another warm smile.


    ¡°Just so you know,¡± Seth interjected with a sly grin, ¡°she¡¯s a drill sergeant.¡±


    Alice whirled around, obviously appalled. ¡°I am not!¡±


    Vincent watched as the lights began to flicker. ¡°I¡¯ve, uh, been meaning to ask: Is there something wrong with the lights?¡±


    ¡°Oh, not at all. This happens from time to time,¡± Seth replied, flashing the blonde a knowing glance.


    The lieutenant sighed, the lights ceasing their wavering. ¡°I think that¡¯s quite enough out of you. Go run laps.¡±


    ¡°See what I mean? She¡¯s a drill sergeant.¡±


    ¡°Move it, soldier!¡±


    Seth gave a sigh as he started toward the back corner of the room.


    ¡°Not here. Go outside. I think running in the fresh air will do you some good,¡± the blonde instructed, gesturing to the large, metal doors.


    The brunette grumbled under his breath before taking his leave.


    Vincent swallowed as he watched him go. Note to self: Do NOT get on her bad side!


    ¡°Well, now, what do you say we get started?¡±


    Vincent swallowed again, giving a nervous smile as he rubbed the back of his head. ¡°W-well, uh¡­¡±


    ¡°Oh, ignore what he said, Vincent. I only give Seth a hard time because he purposely brings it on himself,¡± Alice assured, making her way to the back-right corner of the room.


    ¡°To be perfectly honest, I¡¯m a bit uneasy. I don¡¯t know anything about combat and such,¡± the brunette confessed, biting his lip lightly as the young woman retrieved two wooden swords from a stand at the back of the room.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, that¡¯s what I¡¯m here for. By the time I¡¯m done with you, you¡¯ll be ready for just about anything,¡± the blonde quickly assured, a confident smile lighting her pale features.


    Vincent smiled, the girl¡¯s confidence easing his trepidation somewhat. Perhaps he could do this? After all, these people really seemed to need him. ¡°If you¡¯re sure.¡±


    ¡°First order of business is for me to evaluate your skill level. Here,¡± the blonde stated, tossing him a wooden sword. ¡°Do your best to disarm me.¡±


    The boy paled, all apprehension immediately returning as the blonde lieutenant fell into a guarding stance. ¡°Disarm? You mean, like, a-attack you?¡±


    Alice held in a chuckle as she rolled her sapphire eyes. ¡°Well, yeah. That¡¯s kind of the point of disarming your opponent, Vincent.¡±


    The brunette swallowed. Wh-what the?! I can¡¯t attack her! ¡°I-I can¡¯t.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s only training, Vincent. Don¡¯t worry, you¡¯ll be fine.¡±


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    Vincent bit his lip as the young lieutenant then resumed her defensive stance. How was he even remotely supposed to do this? His acute lack of skill coupled with his unease was more than enough to fuel his self-doubt. A sharp yelp erupted from his throat when the lieutenant suddenly swung the wooden weapon in his direction. Caught off guard, the teen merely blinked in surprise as the wooden sword he once held went skittering across the floor with a rather loud ¡®clang¡¯.


    Alice blinked in surprise. ¡°Uh, Vincent, that was probably the most pathetic block I¡¯ve ever seen.¡±


    Vincent gave an awkward smile, shrugging his shoulders in an attempt at making light of the embarrassing failure. Just when the teen would have liked nothing more than to melt into the floor, he heard the girl giggle. Smiling a genuine smile, the brunette laughed. ¡°Sorry,¡± he finally murmured.


    The girl gave him another dazzling smile. ¡°It¡¯s fine. Let¡¯s try again. Never take your eyes off your opponent.¡±


    The teen hastily nodded, retrieving his lost weapon from its resting place. Attempting to shake off his nerves, he raised the wooden weapon once more. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he gave a half-hearted swing, wincing at the loud ¡®clack¡¯ of the two weapons as they met. The brunette couldn¡¯t help the yelp that escaped his throat at the sharp sting as the wooden weapon then landed a solid strike to his left shoulder.


    ¡°You have to keep your guard up, Vincent,¡± Alice instructed, giving the teen a slightly apologetic glance as he rubbed his, now sore, shoulder.


    A part of her felt genuinely sorry for the boy. After all, she could only imagine what he must be thinking. The blonde frowned as she watched him finally sink to the floor with a heavy sigh of defeat.


    ¡°I-I don¡¯t think I can do this.¡±


    Alice returned the boy¡¯s sentiment, a soft sigh falling from her lips. She opened her mouth to reply when he suddenly spoke again.


    ¡°I don¡¯t even know why I¡¯m here,¡± he murmured.


    Alice lightly bit her lip as she slowly knelt beside the boy. ¡°Vincent, it¡¯s okay. No one starts out as an expert on anything. When I first started, I-¡±


    The young boy shook his head. ¡°It¡¯s¡­it¡¯s not that.¡± Heaving a heavy sigh, he continued, ¡°I just can¡¯t. I guess I just don¡¯t get all this talk of war and such.¡± He did his best to offer the young woman a smile, though it was rather forced.


    The blonde bit her lip lightly in contemplation. He had a point. After all, he was a blank slate. ¡°W-well, most people tend to fear what they don¡¯t understand. Keep in mind that we still know very little about the virus.¡±


    ¡°So these supposed powers I have are due to me having a virus?¡±


    The blonde gave him a look of confusion, her pale eyebrows furrowing. ¡°They didn¡¯t tell you that?¡±


    The brunette shrugged. ¡°They told me that I supposedly have powers, but nothing really more than that.¡±


    Alice sighed, resisting the urge to slap a hand to her forehead in exasperation. Leo was known for being quite blunt and abrupt, so, unfortunately, it wasn¡¯t all that shocking to hear that they had done as little as possible to mentally prepare the poor boy.


    Vincent bit his lip, once again internally berating himself for causing the young woman so much trouble. Then again, it wasn¡¯t as if he was asked to come here. ¡°Is it¡­bad?¡±


    Alice did her best to smile in an effort to ease the young boy¡¯s worries, though, she knew she was likely failing miserably, judging by the look still etched onto his face. ¡°Well,¡± she began tentatively, breathing out a soft sigh, ¡°The virus doesn¡¯t seem to cause any harm to those who live through the infection phase.¡±


    The boy felt his blood run cold. What the hell?! ¡°I-Infection phase?¡±


    The blonde nodded, giving a somewhat forced smile. ¡°Yes. The infection when a person is first exposed to the virus and contracts it.¡±


    Vincent swallowed. ¡°I¡­I just don¡¯t remember. I honestly can¡¯t remember anything.¡±


    Alice pursed her lips as she felt her heart squeeze painfully. Placing a comforting hand on the boy''s shoulder, she offered a genuine smile. ¡°Remember what I said yesterday? Take it one step at a time.¡±


    The lieutenant¡¯s words seemed to reach the brunette as he flashed her a warm smile, causing the girl''s pale cheeks to fill with color. ¡°You¡¯re right. It¡¯s just¡­well, everything seems to be going so fast. I¡¯m afraid that I¡¯m just not of very much use to him.¡±


    ¡°Don''t you worry about the commander, Vincent. Leave him to me.¡± The blonde assured as she gently pulled the boy to his feet. ¡°Ready to try again?¡±


    Vincent smiled warmly once more as he gave the soft set of hands he now held a gentle squeeze. If for no one else, he would try for her. After all, he owed her the debt of his life. He gave a firm nod. ¡°All I can do, right?¡±


    Alice smiled. At least he didn¡¯t seem as nervous anymore. ¡°That¡¯s the spirit!¡± Handing the boy back his wooden sword, she fell into a defensive stance once more.


    Try¡­ All I¡¯ve got to do is try. This girl¡¯s counting on me. Vincent drew in a deep breath as he poised the weapon above his head. Lunging, his eyes quickly widened as he felt his left foot slip. Knees buckling, he barely had time to yelp as he slid forward. The wooden sword flew from his hand with a loud ¡®clack¡¯ as it hit the ground and rolled. He pinched his eyes shut as he prepared to hit the hard tile floor, barely registering the yelp from his companion. His brows furrowed in confusion when, instead of the cold hardness of tile, he was met with the warm softness of the body of another.


    Finally opening his eyes, the embarrassed teen¡¯s breath died in his throat as he drank in the sight of the flushed, young beauty now lying beneath him. ¡°I-I¡­¡±


    Alice felt her cheeks burn. ¡°U-m, Vi-Vincent, I don¡¯t think that¡¯s really going to work on any enemy.¡±


    Vincent gave a sheepish grin, trying his best to ignore the heat creeping down his spine. ¡°Well, at least I disarmed you.¡±


    Something about the boy¡¯s musical laughter made the young lieutenant¡¯s heart pound. ¡°I¡¯m pretty sure that doesn¡¯t count, Vincent,¡± she gently chided with a giggle.


    ¡°Oh, my, Alice, I never realized you were so shameless,¡± came an amused chuckle from the doorway.


    Vincent quickly sprang to his feet, turning what he was sure were a million different shades of red as he extended a hand to Alice.


    Standing to her feet, the blonde cleared her throat. ¡°What are you doing here, Kurt? Aren¡¯t you supposed to be in the lab?¡± she quipped.


    The young scientist smirked. ¡°Hey, I¡¯m just saying that if this is how you train your new cadets, sign me up.¡±


    Alice rolled her eyes as the brunette winked for emphasis, doing her best to ignore her burning cheeks.


    ¡°It-it was an accident!¡± Vincent protested quickly. Too quickly. The boy instantly felt his face burn as the brunette then turned to him with a coy smile.


    ¡°Oh, of course it was. I just randomly throw myself on top of pretty women all the time.¡±


    ¡°You would, you pervert,¡± Alice quipped, folding her arms across her chest as she looked away.


    She really needed to get ahold of herself. It wasn¡¯t like her to lose her head so easily. If she kept it up¡­


    ¡°Hey! I resent that,¡± Kurt retorted.


    ¡°Did you actually need something, Kurt, or did you just come down here to get in the way?¡± the blonde sighed, agitation clear in her tone.


    The scientist shrugged. ¡°Well, Leo sent me down here to get a status report on how things were going.¡± Turning to the boy, he gave a suggestive smile. ¡°I¡¯ll be sure to let him know that you¡¯re, uh, ¡®on top¡¯ of things, Vincent.¡±


    Vincent swallowed. ¡°H-Huh?¡±


    ¡°Kurt, you pervert! You better not say something like that to Leo,¡± Alice quickly protested, her fair cheeks filling with color once more. ¡°He¡¯ll get the wrong idea for sure.¡±


    Vincent cocked his head. She calls her father by his first name?


    The lights in the room suddenly brightened, causing Kurt to smile knowingly. ¡°Alright, easy on the lights, already.¡±


    Alice glared. ¡°Shut up.¡± Taking a deep breath, she relaxed her posture.


    The lighting gradually returned to normal.


    Vincent turned to the girl with somewhat wide eyes. ¡°W-wait, so the weird things going on with the lights was you?¡±


    Kurt quirked a brow. ¡°You seriously didn¡¯t figure that out until just now?¡± Honestly! Was the boy stupid?


    Vincent opened his mouth to retort. His lieutenant, however, was quicker.


    ¡°Back off, Kurt. You, of all people, know his situation. He can¡¯t help that he¡¯s new to a lot of things.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, including weird girls who blow up lightbulbs,¡± the brunette quipped.


    Alice¡¯s sapphire eyes narrowed. She¡¯d had enough! She felt the heat surge through her body to settle in her fingertips. ¡°I said I¡¯m not weird!¡±


    Vincent gasped as a flame suddenly burst from the girl¡¯s balled fist and into the floor at her feet.


    ¡°In case you couldn¡¯t tell from that demonstration; Alice, here, is a fire user,¡± Kurt informed as he turned to the awestruck boy with a smirk. ¡°In other words; she¡¯s short tempered.¡±


    Alice balked. ¡°Sh-short tempered?! I am not!¡±


    ¡°Suuure,¡± Kurt drawled, a taunting smile still tugging at his lips.


    The blonde huffed out a sigh before turning her attention back to the amber-eyed boy still staring at her in awe. ¡°Anyway, why don¡¯t we take a break, Vincent? I think you¡¯ve been through enough for now.¡±


    Vincent slowly nodded. ¡°Uh, sure,¡± he murmured, watching as she turned and collected their wooden swords before making her way to the back of the room to put them away. She seems upset now ¡°Alice, are you-,¡± he began, only to be cut off when a hand grasped his shoulder.


    ¡°Come on, Vincent. I¡¯m sure Leo is waiting to assign you your room now,¡± Kurt said as he turned and made his way to the door.


    ¡°Very well,¡± the boy sighed in defeat as he began to trudge after the boy. Reaching the doorway, he stopped. ¡°I guess I¡¯ll see you later, Ali-er-Miss Lynheart,¡± he murmured before closing the door behind him.


    Alice felt her face grow warm. What must the boy think of her now? Perhaps Kurt was right. Was she weird?


    The blonde shook her head. No. She wouldn¡¯t give him the satisfaction. She would control her emotions¡­and her powers.


    ****


    Kurt frowned as he spared a glance behind him. The boy following him down the hall had his head down, refusing eye-contact.


    ¡°Do¡­do you think Alice sounded upset?¡±


    Kurt suddenly stopped, whirling around to pin the raven-haired boy with a glare. ¡°That¡¯s Lieutenant Lynheart to you, Vincent. I suggest you watch how familiar you are with her from now on. There are a lot of guys here that would beat you into the ground if they heard you calling her by her first name like that so suddenly. You¡¯re a new cadet, after all. It would be in your best interest not to forget that.¡±


    Vincent frowned. Somehow, he got the distinct impression that this boy didn¡¯t like him for whatever reason. As for why, he hadn¡¯t the faintest clue. ¡°I-I meant no disrespect toward her, Kurt. She didn¡¯t seem to mind.¡±


    Kurt¡¯s eyes hardened, clearly finding displeasure in the boy¡¯s tone. ¡°Alice may feel some sort of responsibility to you because she saved your ass, but I¡¯ll be frank with you; she doesn¡¯t need your drama. She has enough on her plate without another child to babysit.¡±


    What the?!


    Vincent crossed his arms, his dark pupils constricting as his eyes narrowed. This boy was really beginning to test his patients. Hadn¡¯t he been jerked around enough?! Hadn¡¯t these people put him through enough? ¡°Excuse me?¡±


    Kurt sighed. Alice wouldn¡¯t approve. ¡°Just forget it. We shouldn¡¯t keep Leo waiting.¡±


    Vincent returned the sentiment, a sigh escaping his lips. ¡°Fine.¡±


    ¡°Oh, and one more thing, Vincent: There isn¡¯t any need for you to mention this to Alice¡­at all.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed. Why did he get the distinct impression that this boy was now threatening him? Heaving a heavy sigh, he nodded. ¡°Sure.¡±


    Today was going to be a long day¡­

 Chapter 5: Uncomfortable Truth

    Chapter 5: Uncomfortable Truth


    The brunette stormed down the hall. Onlookers quickly moved out of his way as he passed. Whipping a hand through his long hair, an annoyed sigh left his lips.


    No words could ever describe how much he loathed this place. Glancing at the various religious symbols adorning the white hall, he scowled.


    It was all a sham.


    Reaching the end of the expansive hall, he threw the door open. ¡°You better have a damn good reason for calling me in here like this!¡± he bellowed.


    ¡°I-I do apologize, Emperor, but I¡¯m afraid it couldn¡¯t wait,¡± a young man clad in white robes replied, his hazel eyes downcast.


    It wasn¡¯t wise to cross Emperor Shiro Munchausen.


    Shiro blew out a sigh. He hated dealing with the Holy Council. Making his way over to the large table in the center of the room, he pulled out a chair and flopped down. ¡°Out with it, then.¡±


    Another, older, man that was already seated at the table cleared his throat before hesitantly speaking. ¡°I¡¯m afraid we¡¯ve lost contact with the Delta Labs. There was an explosion early Thursday afternoon. It appears that we may have lost half of the Genesis Project.¡±


    Shiro rose from his seat immediately. ¡°What?! It¡¯s Monday! You morons waited until now to bring this to my attention?! Get that incompetent idiot, Vladsco on the phone. He has some explaining to do.¡±


    ¡°Right away, Sir.¡±


    Shiro growled as the boy made his way over to the phone in the corner of the room. That thing should have been destroyed years ago¡­


    ****


    Leo took a long drag on his cigarette, leaning against the steel wall. He hoped that he wasn¡¯t putting too much on the girl. Not that she¡¯d really tell him if he was.


    The blond smiled. He highly doubted she even realized just how proud of her he was. The girl was really something.


    Leaning his back against the wall, Leo gave a rare, contented sigh. Visions of cheery smiles and soft, golden hair danced through his mind as he allowed himself the opportunity to space out.


    The sound of footsteps making their way down the hall soon jostled the commander from his thoughts, drawing an annoyed sigh out of him as he put out his cigarette.


    ¡°Hey, there, Leo. Sorry about the delay,¡± Kurt greeted, offering his father an apologetic smile.


    Leo folded his arms. ¡°I was beginning to wonder where you two had gotten off to,¡± he spoke, annoyance weighing heavily in his tone.


    Kurt spared a glance behind him at his companion, a smirk tugging at his lips. ¡°Yeah, sorry. Vincent, here, was getting a little ¡®special¡¯ training from Alice.¡±


    ¡°I said it was an accident!¡± Vincent immediately retorted, his pale cheeks reddening.


    Leo quirked a brow, eyeing the boy with a small hint of amusement. Awfully jumpy. ¡°Oh? Do tell. This sounds like an interesting tale.¡±


    The brunette sighed. ¡°There¡¯s nothing to tell,¡± he muttered, refusing eye-contact.


    ¡°If you call being on top of Alice nothing,¡± Kurt snickered in retort.


    Leo¡¯s icy-blue eyes narrowed. What?! ¡°Vincent, I didn¡¯t put you in my army so that you could play grab-ass with my daughter.¡±


    Vincent flushed, immediately throwing his hands up in protest. ¡°It¡¯s not like that! Kurt¡¯s making it sound¡­p-perverted when it wasn¡¯t!¡±


    Leo rolled his eyes. Here come the excuses. If only he had a nickel for each one he¡¯d heard over the years. ¡°Then please do enlighten me.¡±


    The boy gave another heavy sigh. ¡°I-I tripped, okay? I was clumsy and made a complete fool out of myself in front of her,¡± he admitted, his voice almost dripping with humiliation.


    Leo¡¯s brows crinkled. Sending a glare in his son¡¯s direction, he swung his hand out.


    Kurt cried out as the large palm struck the back of his unsuspecting head. ¡°What the hell, Leo?!¡±


    The commander¡¯s hard glare softened slightly as he rolled his eyes. ¡°For being a moron.¡± Honestly! The boy had him worried for a moment.


    The teen grumbled as he rubbed the back of his head, shooting a look of discontent at his father before heaving a sigh. Okay, so he probably did deserve that.


    ¡°That will be all, Kurt.¡±


    ¡°I-¡±


    ¡°I said that will be all. Didn¡¯t you have something you needed to finish in the lab?¡± Leo cut the boy off, his gruff tone leaving no room for debate.


    Kurt sighed before turning and leaving without another word. There was no arguing with the commander, after all.


    Vincent couldn¡¯t help but feel somewhat sorry for the other teen as he watched him go. One thing was definitely clear to the boy: He did NOT want to get on the commander¡¯s bad side either.


    The clicking of a door pulled the boy from his thoughts.


    ¡°I took the liberty of assigning you a room, Vincent. Now that you¡¯re officially one of my soldiers, you¡¯ll need a space of your own.¡±


    ¡°Um, that¡¯s nice of you. I appreciate it,¡± Vincent said, watching as the blond finished unlocking the thick, metal door.


    A noisy squeak sounded as the door creaked open.


    ¡°Go ahead. Check it out,¡± Leo gestured the boy inside.


    ¡°Thank you,¡± Vincent murmured in gratitude before hesitantly stepping inside.


    The walls were a cool, neutral-gray. A small bed sat in the far-right corner, completely stripped of any bedding. Vincent could only guess that the room hadn¡¯t been used in quite some time, judging from its current state.


    ¡°It could use a little cleaning, but it should do for now,¡± Leo stated as he glanced over the room in satisfaction.


    Vincent nodded. ¡°R-right. I can get to that right away, Sir.¡±


    Leo gave the boy an approving nod. ¡°Glad to hear it. Now, if you should need anything, I¡¯m the last door on the left. Alice is right next door on your left.¡±


    I thought this hall was familiar ¡°Right.¡±


    The blond gave an ominous smile. ¡°Now, no funny business with my daughter, Vincent.¡±


    Vincent swallowed, feeling his face warm. ¡°Of course not.¡±


    The commander gave another approving nod. ¡°Glad you see it my way. Otherwise, you do realize I would have to kill you?¡±


    A sudden chill ran down the boy¡¯s spine as he swallowed hard. The man was clearly trying to intimidate him¡­and succeeding.


    ¡°Anyway, I¡¯ll leave you to get acquainted with the place.¡±


    With that, the blond strolled out of the room with confidence, leaving the boy alone with his thoughts.


    ****


    Seth leaned back against the tree he was resting under. Running a hand through his hair, he tilted his head back, looking up at the leaves as they swayed in the gentle breeze.


    The afternoon sun shone brightly through the canopy, casting mesmerizing shadows in its wake.


    A sigh escaped the boy. He was beginning to feel quite hot. A yawn left his lips. The lieutenant was certainly taking her sweet time coming to get him.


    The brunette scowled. She was probably still with him.


    As irrational as it was, Seth acknowledged the small bit of jealousy that had flared within him. A sentiment that had only grown since witnessing the pair together. After all, it wasn¡¯t as if they were lovers.


    He smiled slightly. He could imagine the admonishment he¡¯d receive if she knew some of the thoughts he had of her.


    The teen soldier was brought out of his amorous thoughts by approaching footsteps. He failed to keep the bright smile from his face as he turned his head in the direction of the sound.


    There she was¡­


    ¡°I was beginning to think you¡¯d forgotten all about me.¡±


    The blonde said nothing in response to the cheerful greeting, a sour frown tugging at her pale lips.


    Seth frowned. ¡°What? You mean to tell me you didn¡¯t miss me?¡±


    ¡°Not in the slightest,¡± Alice quipped, rolling her eyes.


    The brunette snorted. ¡°You know, Lieutenant, for a fire user, you sure are cold.¡±


    Whatever reaction Seth had been expecting, it certainly wasn¡¯t the sudden, suffocating silence that ensued.


    Where was his golden lioness in a den of kittens?


    ¡°Alice?¡±


    "You¡¯re insensitive,¡± the girl muttered finally, turning to face him then.


    Seth quirked a brow. ¡°What the hell are you talking about? I always harass you. You know that by now.¡±


    The blonde gave an icy glare. ¡°Don¡¯t play dumb with me. You know good and well that I won¡¯t ever be able to conceive children.¡±


    Seth¡¯s eyes briefly widened. How could he have so callously forgotten? Suddenly feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt and shame, the brunette averted his eyes. ¡°Oh, Alice, I¡¯m¡­I¡¯m so sorry. I wasn¡¯t-¡±


    Alice sighed, cutting the boy off. Pity was the last thing she needed. ¡°Just forget it, Seth. You¡¯re off the hook, so you can come back inside.¡±


    Seth frowned. ¡°Just so you know, I feel like a complete asshole now.¡±


    His companion said nothing, turning on her heels and heading back the way she came.


    Seth sighed. He¡¯d really done it now. How am I going to make up for this one?


    Glancing down at his feet, the teen shook his head. He highly doubted a simple flower would be enough of an apology this time.


    ****


    The brunette sighed as he made his way down the hall, ignoring the loud cries and clamoring behind him.


    Honestly! The place was enough to give him a headache.


    He ran a hand through his black hair. Could this place be any duller?


    Reaching the stairs at the end of the hall, the boy stopped in his tracks at the sight of the intimidating figure that greeted him.


    ¡°Mind telling me what you¡¯ve done, boy?¡± came the familiar, thick Slavic accent he knew all too well.


    The brunette teen scoffed. ¡°What are you going on about, Vladsco?¡±


    The older man sneered, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he made his way down the stairs. ¡°Don¡¯t get smart with me, boy. I just got a call from Emperor Shiro.¡±


    ¡°And?¡±


    Vladsco crossed his arms in his mounting impatience. ¡°And there was apparently an explosion at the Delta Labs after you left the other day. The report is we may have lost half of the Genesis Project. YOU were the last one to be seen with it.¡±


    Cain¡¯s face remained a stoic mask. If I have anything to say about it, the bastard will never be found! ¡°You¡¯re wasting your time. I have no idea what you¡¯re talking about.¡±


    He was caught off guard as the older man suddenly reached over and grasped him by his shirt collar, slamming him roughly against the wall of the stairwell.


    ¡°You insolent brat! Did I raise you to be a liar?!¡±


    Cain struggled against the man¡¯s iron grip, his voice rasping as a smirk tugged at his lips. ¡°What can I say? I learned from the best.¡±


    The smirk of satisfaction he held grew as the older man¡¯s dark, piercing eyes narrowed once more. ¡°I¡¯m not in the mood for your games, Cain. Thanks to your ignorance, the emperor is summoning us both to Deinan for questioning. I¡¯m sure you understand the gravity of the situation now, so I will ask you one last time: What did you do?¡±


    ¡°Absolutely nothing,¡± Cain retorted, gasping for breath as he was suddenly dropped to the floor.


    ¡°For your sake, boy, you better be telling the truth,¡± Vladsco sneered, whipping a hand through his thick, ebony hair. ¡°Or you will rue the day you were born.¡±


    Cain remained on the floor as the older general exited the stairwell, the heavy footsteps from his boots echoing after him in the small, hollow space.


    Rue the day he was born, huh?


    Too late for that, Old Man. About eighteen years too late¡­


    ****


    Vincent sighed as he turned onto his back in the bed he rested upon. Glaring at the stoic, gray overhead lights that comprised his ceiling, the teen frowned. He couldn¡¯t seem to shake the negative feeling that had plagued him since morning.


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    Sitting up, the teen resolved himself. I don¡¯t care what Kurt says. I just got to know that she¡¯s okay. She seemed so upset¡­


    The brunette exited his room, wincing slightly at the audible ¡®clang¡¯ of the heavy door behind him. He wasn¡¯t all that surprised to find the vacant hallway a little on the creepy side as he slowly made his way in the direction that would lead him to the mess hall. The subtle squeaking of his thick, black boots upon the hard tile of the floor only seemed to add to the feeling of unease.


    Reaching the end of the hallway, Vincent eagerly pushed open the heavy door. A smile graced his lips as he took in the sparsely populated cafeteria. Glancing at the various, unfamiliar faces, he couldn¡¯t help but wonder what they all must have felt the day they found out about the virus. Did they each have as crazy of a story as he now did?


    He frowned. Had any of them been so shamelessly afraid?


    ¡°Seriously?! You¡¯ve got to be the biggest prick alive!¡±


    Vincent¡¯s eyes darted to the right corner of the room, no doubt drawn by the sudden shout. Catching sight of the two, familiar figures sitting at a table in the corner, he slowly made his way over.


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to rub it in, okay? I know I screwed up with her. I just gotta figure out how I¡¯m going to fix it,¡± Seth muttered, rubbing the back of his neck in humiliated frustration.


    Issac rolled his icy-blue eyes. ¡°Well, ya better make it good. Calling her fat or something probably would¡¯ve been less offensive.¡±


    Seth glared. ¡°How the hell was I supposed to know she¡¯d take it the way she did? It¡¯s not like I meant anything by it.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed as he took in the conversation. Were they talking about Alice? So she really was upset?


    ¡°Is something going on with Alice?¡±


    Suddenly taking notice of the boy now standing behind them, Seth and Issac exchanged glances.


    ¡°Oh, uh, hi, there, Vincent. I didn¡¯t see you.¡± Issac greeted sheepishly, sending a glare in Seth¡¯s direction.


    Seth pursed his lips, resisting the urge to return the gesture. What made Issac so high and mighty?


    ¡°Uh, right. So do you guys know where I can find Ali-er,¡± Vincent paused, quickly correcting himself, ¡°Miss Lynheart?¡±


    Issac spared a glance at Seth.


    The brunette looked away, no doubt ashamed.


    Issac shrugged. ¡°She¡¯s most likely in her office. What did you need her for?¡±


    Vincent chewed his bottom lip. It was safe to say that he wasn¡¯t the most trusting of the two strangers. Then again, it wasn¡¯t as if he could just sit around in that room any longer.


    ¡°Well, I, uh, just wanted to check in with her. I¡¯m not exactly sure what I should be doing right now. I haven¡¯t been given any orders,¡± the teen murmured, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.


    Seth and Issac exchanged glances before bursting into a gale of hearty laughter.


    Vincent frowned. He was certain by now that he was being received as less than competent. The thought only seemed to further agitate him.


    Honestly! Was it that amusing?


    ¡°Man, you can tell you¡¯re new,¡± Seth snorted.


    Issac gestured to the seat next to him, giving a reassuring smile. ¡°Just relax, Vincent. Trust me, life around here gets pretty chaotic. You''ll be so busy then that you won¡¯t have time to worry.¡±


    ¡°I bet he doesn¡¯t last a week with the lieutenant.¡±


    ¡°Seth,¡± Issac chided, rolling his eyes dramatically in a clear sign of his exasperation, ¡°you make her sound absolutely terrible.¡±


    Seth smiled. ¡°And she is¡­when you¡¯re on her bad side.¡±


    Vincent groaned, rolling his eyes at the boy¡¯s antics. ¡°Something tells me that you would know all about that,¡± he muttered under his breath.


    ¡°Yeah, well, you bring more than half of that crap on yourself,¡± Issac taunted, a rather leering smile tugging at his pale lips as his friend sent a mock glare in his direction.


    Vincent blew out a sigh as he sat down. This place was definitely¡­lively.


    ****


    Alice groaned lightly as she placed her favorite pen back onto the desk, shaking her dominant, right hand. It was a wonder she didn¡¯t have carpel tunnel syndrome!


    Pushing her chair out, the blonde collected some papers from the desk before making her way over to the cabinet in the corner of her small office. Opening the top drawer, she sighed. How on earth could there possibly be so much paperwork involved in her job?


    Realizing she had forgotten her glasses in her dorm room again, she frowned. Focusing was not coming easily today.


    How long had it been since she¡¯d mourned her infertility anyway? Two years? Three?


    The blonde was startled out of her thoughts by the loud ¡®clang¡¯ of the door. Whirling around to face her unannounced visitor, she was greeted with the sight of Leo casually sitting down in one of the chairs at her desk.


    ¡°Geez! Dad, you nearly gave me a heart attack! Don¡¯t you know how to knock like a normal person?¡±


    Leo quirked a smile. ¡°Just thought I¡¯d see for myself how things were going with the newbie.¡±


    Alice sighed. Here we go¡­ ¡°What¡¯s there to say? He¡¯s new.¡±


    Leo eyed the girl suspiciously. ¡°You¡¯re sure there¡¯s not anything else you¡¯d like to tell me?¡±


    Much like a mouse cornered by a cat, the girl fidgeted, her sapphire eyes quickly darting to the floor.


    I knew this would happen. Now he¡¯s gonna get all weird and overprotective again. Deciding that neutrality would be her best course of action, the blonde made her way back over to her desk to sit down across from her father. ¡°Anything else? Like what? He¡¯s new. You have to give him a proper chance to learn. There¡¯s really not much else to be said.¡±


    Leo eyed her for a moment longer, before nodding slightly. He closed his eyes. ¡°Glad to hear it. I don¡¯t think it would be wise to become too attached at this point.¡±


    Alice gave an exasperated sigh. ¡°Don¡¯t you think that¡¯s a little paranoid? He hardly seems like the type to cause trouble, let alone be dangerous.¡±


    The teen nearly laughed at the thought. The boy was an absolute lamb!


    ¡°That remains to be seen, Alice.¡±


    Alice rolled her eyes. Now he was just being irrational. ¡°Oh, come on. He¡¯s a gunshot victim.¡± Because the boy with a hole torn into his chest is obviously going to go on a massive, killing rampage¡­ She almost had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at the dark, yet comical, thought.


    ¡°Precisely my point. He obviously pissed someone off¡­ enough for them to want him dead,¡± Leo countered, his cool eyes narrowing slightly. ¡°I¡¯m not willing to take any chances.¡±


    The girl shrugged. ¡°Well, he passed the bio tests you had Kurt run on him, right? Knowing The Order, it was probably another execution.¡±


    Leo nodded, appearing thoughtful. ¡°Could be. You do have to admit that his circumstances are a bit¡­peculiar.¡±


    Alice sighed. ¡°I suppose, but I honestly think you¡¯re worrying a whole lot over nothing. He¡¯s as harmless as a puppy.¡±


    The teen frowned. How long had it been since she¡¯d even held a puppy? Though she tried not to dwell, the concept of returning to such a normal life, at times, seemed so foreign to her.


    ¡°For now anyway,¡± Leo muttered, jarring the girl from her thoughts.


    ¡°What¡¯s that supposed to mean?¡± she questioned, her tone incredulous.


    The commander shrugged, seemingly indifferent. ¡°Exactly as it implies.¡±


    ¡°Wha-¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s dull in here. This room could really use a paint job,¡± Leo cut her off, ¡°What color do you think?¡±


    Taken aback by the sudden shift, Alice blinked a few times before a small smile formed on her knowing lips. ¡°Well¡­ I like blue.¡±


    The blond nodded, humming in thought.


    Turning her attention back to the pile of paperwork on her desk, the young lieutenant missed the loving smile aimed in her direction.


    The commander allowed his eyes to linger for a moment longer. Despite her dazzling beauty and alluring personality, the girl seemed to remain unaware. His beautiful, perfect girl¡­


    As if finally feeling the eyes gazing upon her, Alice glanced up at her father. She gave an expectant look. ¡°Did you need anything else?¡±


    Leo waved dismissively at her questioning as he pushed out his chair. ¡°Nothing. I was simply checking in is all. Keep up the great work, Lieutenant.¡±


    Alice smiled, watching as he turned then and went on his way, leaving her alone with her thoughts.


    ****


    Leo closed the door behind him and sighed, reaching into the pocket of his jacket to retrieve his cigarettes and lighter. Lighting one, he leaned back against the wall and took a long pull. One day¡­ One day, he would explain everything to her. She would understand. Everything he did was ultimately for her, after all.


    The sound of the door at the end of the hall closing and loud chattering interrupted the man¡¯s pleasant thoughts. He frowned as he recognized the voices.


    ¡°And back here is where we store most of the training equipment. The locker room is at the end of that hall there to the right,¡± Issac proclaimed happily.


    ¡°God, Issac, you are the most boring tour guide ever,¡± Seth muttered.


    Issac glared. ¡°I didn¡¯t hear any suggestions from you. Besides, I thought we were supposed to be showing him around.¡±


    ¡°He already got the tour yesterday from Alice,¡± Seth retorted, his brown eyes rolling in a dramatic show of his mild annoyance.


    Leo rolled his eyes as he observed the spectacle. Morons¡­


    ¡°Speaking of Miss Lynheart, didn¡¯t you say she was in her office?¡± Vincent questioned.


    ¡°Well, yes, but she¡¯s probably pretty busy.¡±


    ¡°Oh, come on, Issac. She won¡¯t care if we drop in for just a second.¡±


    Issac, once again, found himself rolling his eyes at the brunette¡¯s actions. ¡°You only think that, Seth, because you purposely harass her all the time.¡±


    ¡°And she loves every second of it,¡± Seth winked, earning an exaggerated gag from Issac and a frown from Vincent.


    Leo couldn¡¯t help but glare at the boy as he watched him. Perhaps the boy had a bit too much time on his hands? He would have to correct that.


    ¡°She¡¯s going to end up barbequing you one day,¡± Issac muttered, shaking his head in exasperation. ¡°But I guess it wouldn¡¯t hurt if it¡¯s only for a minute.¡± Relenting, he turned on his heels to lead the way down the hall.


    The three boys hadn¡¯t taken more than four steps when they caught sight of the commander watching them closely from the end of the hall.


    ¡°U-Um, hello, Sir,¡± Issac greeted hesitantly.


    ¡°Sup?¡± Seth mock saluted, earning a sigh of irritation from the older man.


    ¡°Now, you fine gentlemen wouldn¡¯t be planning on distracting my daughter when she has work to do, would you?¡±


    ¡°Of course not, Sir. We-We were just showing Vincent where her office is for future reference,¡± Issac quickly assured, no doubt fearful of the commander¡¯s ire.


    Leo smiled. ¡°Is that right? Well, carry on, Men.¡±


    Tuning out his companions¡¯ chattering, Issac watched as the blond silently made his way down the hallway. Another private meeting with Alice? He couldn¡¯t help but notice that it had become a rather frequent occurrence as of late. Then again, with him being her father, it wasn¡¯t necessarily something to be considered abnormal, he supposed.


    The teen frowned. Though, he would be lying if he were to say that the looks he sometimes caught aimed in her direction failed to make his stomach churn.


    A sigh escaped his lips, unbidden. The lieutenant seemed to remain oblivious to the matter.


    ¡°Hey, Issac, you coming or what?¡±


    Seth¡¯s mildly annoyed tone snapped the young soldier from his thoughts.


    ¡°Yeah, yeah.¡±


    ****


    Alice failed to stifle a yawn as she applied her signature to what had to have been the twenty-fifth page she¡¯d signed that morning. Alas, a commanding officer¡¯s work was never done. Feeling tired, hungry, and rather agitated, she muttered indignantly under her breath. Sometimes, she was certain that Leo pawned off some of his own paperwork off on her just to give himself more free time.


    The blonde was startled from her thoughts as her door suddenly flew open once more.


    ¡°Yo, Lieutenant!¡± Seth greeted noisily.


    Issac and Vincent trailed behind him, both rolling their eyes.


    Alice scowled, her sapphire eyes rolling in her obvious displeasure. ¡°Ugh! Do you mind, Seth? Some of us actually have REAL work to do.¡±


    ¡°W-We¡¯re really sorry, Ali-er-Miss Lynheart. It¡¯s, uh, kinda my fault,¡± Vincent murmured, a bashful smile tugging at his lips.


    The blonde¡¯s gaze softened; her fair skin tinged the slightest shade of pink. ¡°I-It¡¯s fine, Vincent.¡±


    Seth smiled. ¡°That sure was an awfully quick change of heart, Lieutenant.¡±


    Issac snickered under his breath.


    Alice cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks burn. Why did the boy take such delight in embarrassing her? ¡°Well, unlike you, Vincent has manners,¡± she quipped.


    ¡°Is that what it is? I see¡­¡±


    ¡°Wh-what¡¯s that supposed to mean?¡±


    The lighting in the room brightened considerably as the lieutenant¡¯s cheeks darkened.


    Issac bit his lip to stifle his sudden bout of laughter. It seemed that Seth always knew just what to say to get a rise out of her.


    Vincent couldn¡¯t help but smile. There go the lights again¡­


    ¡°Oh, nothing,¡± remarked Seth, a suggestive smile etched onto his lips.


    Alice rolled her eyes. Now she was positive he was toying with her. Drawing in a breath, she relaxed, the lighting gradually returning to normal levels. ¡°Anyway, as much as I would love to chat, I kinda have a lot of work to do.¡±


    ¡°We certainly didn¡¯t mean to bother you, Miss,¡± Vincent assured.


    Alice smiled. The boy was so sweet. ¡°It¡¯s fine.¡±


    Issac frowned. The poor girl never seemed to be able to relax.


    ¡°We were just wanting to show Vincent around a bit. Thought we¡¯d show him where your office is,¡± Seth informed, drawing the blonde¡¯s attention once again.


    ¡°Well, that¡¯s certainly nice of you.¡±


    Seth nodded, his lips pulling into a satisfied smile as he crossed his arms. ¡°I did do good, didn¡¯t I?¡±


    Issac resisted the urge to scowl. It was no secret that Seth, in his relentless efforts to woo the lieutenant, had a tendency to lay it on a bit thick.


    Vincent rolled his eyes. God, could the boy possibly be any more nauseating?!


    ¡°No need to get cocky,¡± the blonde returned, rolling her sapphire eyes.


    Seth gasped, feigning shock. ¡°Oh, my, Lieutenant, language.¡±


    Alice¡¯s brows furrowed in confusion for a moment, causing the brunette to snicker under his breath.


    Issac and Vincent exchanged disgusted glances. Did the boy have no off button?


    Suddenly realizing how the statement sounded, the blonde sucked in a breath. Her mortification caused her cheeks to burn as the lighting brightened once more. ¡°Seth, you pervert! Don¡¯t you have anything better to do?¡±


    The brunette in question gained a thoughtful look, tapping his finger to his chin before fixing her with a flirtatious smile. ¡°Well, now that you mention it, yes,¡± he responded with a wink.


    Why, oh, why, did he so delight in doing this to her? The girl felt the heat travel up her spine, unbidden. ¡°Since you seem to like things so hot and wet, Seth, I have a special job just for you.¡±


    ¡°Oh, my, Lieutenant, do tell,¡± he replied, his eyebrows curving suggestively.


    Alice rolled her eyes at the display. ¡°Yes. I know of some showers that could use your attention.¡±


    Seth glared as Issac burst into a fit of laughter. ¡°Don¡¯t we have a maintenance crew for that?¡± he grumbled.


    The blonde smiled sweetly. ¡°As a matter of fact, we do. However, I think they would benefit from an expert¡¯s touch. Get going.¡±


    Issac let out another gale of laughter, causing Vincent to smile in spite of himself.


    ¡°Well, I can¡¯t promise that I won¡¯t be thinking of you the entire time,¡± Seth winked, causing the girl to flush red once more.


    ¡°Out, you degenerate!¡±


    All three boys jumped, hurrying to the door as she stood up. Upon reaching the door, Seth turned around to flash the lieutenant one last grin.


    ¡°We love you, Lieutenant.¡±


    ****


    ¡°Did you have to go and get her all riled up like that?¡± Vincent grumbled as Seth closed the door behind him, leaning against it. ¡°I only just met her. I¡¯d prefer she didn¡¯t start off hating me.¡±


    Seth glared at the new cadet. ¡°Shut up! What do you know anyway? You don¡¯t know a single thing about her, so don¡¯t talk to me about-¡±


    ¡°Enough, Seth!¡± Issac shouted, bringing an end to the brunette¡¯s tirade.


    Vincent watched as Seth scowled, turning his back to him as he faced the wall.


    ¡°Vincent, there¡¯s something you need to know now about the lieutenant,¡± he murmured, ¡°No matter what happens, you have to keep her smiling. I don¡¯t care if your arm is hanging by a blood vessel, you do whatever it takes. Hear me?¡±


    Vincent swallowed hard as the teen suddenly turned to him, his deep, brown eyes seemingly attempting to melt holes into his very skin. He nodded.


    This seemed to pacify the teen soldier as he let out a weary sigh, running a hand through his jet-black hair.


    ¡°You see, Vincent, Seth does what he does on purpose. He does those things¡­to distract the lieutenant, or make her smile,¡± Issac informed.


    Vincent nodded again, though he didn¡¯t quite understand. The thought caused him to frown. After all, he was an outsider. That much had been made painfully obvious.


    ¡°Alice has to be distracted now and then,¡± Seth finally continued, snapping the boy from his thoughts. ¡°You see, if she¡¯s not distracted, she remembers. And when she remembers¡­she cries.¡±


    ¡°Not that she really ever lets anyone see her like that, mind you,¡± Issac added, giving a sigh of his own.


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed. ¡°Remembers?¡±


    Issac shook his head. ¡°It¡¯s not our place, Vincent.¡±


    Seth scowled, rolling his eyes. ¡°Right, Issac, because we all know that you¡¯re much too good for gossip.¡±


    The brown-haired teen glared. ¡°That¡¯s not the point! It¡¯s not our business.¡± Heaving a heavy sigh, he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. ¡°But I suppose you have a point. This isn¡¯t the best place for a conversation, though.¡±


    With that, the teen waved the two after him as he led the way down the hall to the right.


    Vincent bit his lip as he hesitantly followed, unable to shake the foreboding feeling that had settled deep within his chest. After all, some things truly were better left to the unknown.

 Chapter 6: A Brighter Tomorrow

    Chapter 6: A Brighter Tomorrow


    Seth sighed as he scratched the back of his head in annoyance. He glanced around the training room briefly as his fellow men in arms continued to chatter away. Leaning to his left, he nudged his taller friend. ¡°So what do you think this last-minute meeting is all about, Johnathan?¡±


    The boy shrugged. ¡°With Lieutenant Price, who knows?¡±


    Seth rolled his eyes. ¡°I bet we all get chewed out for leaving the equipment out or something.¡±


    Jonathan couldn¡¯t help but smile. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t be surprised.¡±


    The door to the room flew open then, putting an end to pleasant conversation as a tall man with medium-length, black hair marched into the room, followed by a petite, blonde girl. The girl kept her head slightly down, her pale lips pulled into a tight, apprehensive frown.


    ¡°Alright, you bunch of lazy pissants. Look alive!¡± the man¡¯s harsh voice boomed, commanding the utmost attention.


    Seth couldn¡¯t help but stare. A tinge of pink bled into his cheeks as he angled his head back to whisper to the boy behind him. ¡°Heh! I don¡¯t know about you, Issac, but my hottie radar just went off.¡±


    Issac bit his lip, his tone a harsh whisper. ¡°I¡¯d cool it, if I were you. That¡¯s the commander¡¯s daughter.¡±


    Seth¡¯s eyes widened. What? ¡°What? I didn¡¯t know the commander even had a daughter.¡±


    Issac shook his head. ¡°Not a lot of people do. That¡¯s on purpose.¡±


    Seth¡¯s dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Before he had a chance to whisper back a reply, the lieutenant spoke again.


    ¡°This, here, is Cadet Lynheart. Starting today, she will be your new comrade in arms.¡±


    Issac, Seth, and Jonathan winced slightly as the room erupted into harsh whispers and loud chatter. Did it really matter that she was a woman? After all, they could use any soldier that was willing to fight.


    ¡°That¡¯s enough!¡± the dark-haired lieutenant, James Price, ordered.


    The room fell deathly silent then, the hushed whispers dying off in an instant.


    Price turned his attention to the young woman beside him. ¡°First order of business for you, Lynheart, is to have that hair cut. It¡¯s far too long.¡±


    Seth¡¯s brown eyes narrowed. Typical Price. In all honesty, the brunette couldn¡¯t really think of a time he had ever COMPLEMENTED a cadet.


    The blonde shrank back slightly at the odd command. ¡°U-uh-¡±


    ¡°Is that a refusal of orders, Cadet, or are you simply lazy?¡±


    ¡°N-no, neither, Sir,¡± Alice quickly assured.


    ¡°I don¡¯t want to hear any excuses. Get your skinny ass out there and run twenty laps,¡± the brunette barked, causing the young girl to flinch.


    Seth glared. He¡¯s purposely trying to humiliate her


    As if reading his friend¡¯s thoughts, Issac reached forward to place a hand on the brunette¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Cool it, Seth,¡± he whispered harshly.


    ¡°Morgan! Harrison! You got a problem back there?¡± Price demanded, his dark eyes narrowing at the interruption.


    Seth threw a glare over his shoulder before turning back to the lieutenant with a sigh. ¡°No, Sir.¡±


    ¡°No, Sir,¡± Issac murmured, keeping his head down. He¡¯d learned long ago that it was generally best to not cause trouble with the higher ups. A lesson that, unfortunately, his friend seemed to have yet to learn.


    This seemed to satisfy Price as he gave an approving nod.


    Condescending prick, Seth thought with a roll of his eyes.


    ¡°Well, Seth, since you seem to have nothing better to do than sit around twiddling your thumbs, you can go run with her.¡±


    Seth pulled a face before begrudgingly trudging toward the door. He didn¡¯t miss the girl¡¯s apologetic glance as they exited the room together. Stepping out into the hall, he cleared his throat. What should he even say to her?


    ¡°I¡¯m SO sorry,¡± she suddenly blurted out, catching the teen off guard.


    Seth couldn¡¯t help but smile. ¡°Don¡¯t sweat it. The lieutenant takes some getting used to. He can be a hard ass, but¡­ well, actually, I¡¯m pretty sure he¡¯s just a hard ass.¡±


    The blonde giggled, Seth¡¯s smile growing at the musical sound. ¡°You¡¯re awful. Seth, right?¡±


    Seth swallowed, feeling his heart skip a beat as he caught himself staring. God, she¡¯s hot¡­He gave a nod. ¡°That¡¯s right.¡±


    The blonde beamed a dazzling smile, causing the boy¡¯s cheeks to burn. ¡°I¡¯m Alice. Alice Lynheart. It¡¯s very nice to meet you, Seth.¡±


    Once again, the brunette found himself stumbling over his words as he hesitantly accepted her offered hand. ¡°Likewise.¡±


    ****


    A sigh of annoyance left the brunette¡¯s lips as he placed the training mats into the closet and shut the door. A frown darkened the teen¡¯s features as he detected the voices from the nearby training room. He has her in there again?


    Exiting the locker room, he silently made his way down the small corridor and into the hallway connecting the training room, locker room, and Lieutenant Price¡¯s office. Walking up to the door of the training room, he peered through the window.


    It¡¯s not even training at this point. He¡¯s just having her kicked around, the young soldier thought angrily as he watched Alice spar with another young cadet under the supervision of the lieutenant. Though sparring probably wasn¡¯t the best description for the action, Seth surmised, as a particularly hard kick to her abdomen sent Alice reeling back a few paces.


    ¡°You call that a block, Lyheart?!¡± Price¡¯s voice boomed.


    Alice¡¯s eyes narrowed as she lunged forward, bringing her wooden sword down against her sparring partner¡¯s shoulder.


    Seth winced at the audible ¡®clack¡¯ that seemed to echo off the metallic chamber¡¯s walls.


    ¡°Heh! You got guts, Lynheart, I¡¯ll give you that much, but guts aren¡¯t enough,¡± James scoffed, taking the wooden sword from the young, male cadet.


    The middle-aged man gave a sneer at the young woman¡¯s confused look. Taking the wooden sword, he gave a swift jab to the blonde¡¯s chest, causing her to cry out in pain.


    ¡°Th-that was underhanded, Sir,¡± Alice rasped, desperately resisting the urge to rub her injured breast.


    Price snorted, disgust clearly evident in his tone. ¡°That¡¯s war, Lynheart. If you can¡¯t handle it-¡±


    ¡°I never said that!¡± Alice quickly asserted, straightening her posture into a battle-ready stance once again.


    Seth clenched his fist. Oh, how he wanted to rush in and put an end to the display. However¡­ His brow furrowed in his inner anguish. It wasn¡¯t as if he could save her. He held no authority.


    ¡°This little charade of yours is over. You aren¡¯t cut out for this,¡± Price stated, giving the young woman another strike to her chest.


    The blonde cried out again as she fell to her knees, the breath leaving her lungs.


    Price shrugged. ¡°What can I say? This is a man¡¯s job. That much is obvious by the fact that those little jabs hurt you so much.¡±


    ¡°Wh-¡±


    The lieutenant shrugged again. ¡°It¡¯s a simple case of the male sex being superior.¡± He snapped his fingers, prompting the young, male cadet to restrain her. ¡°I don¡¯t know what lines Leo may have fed you, but I can assure you; you¡¯d be much happier in a station more suitable to your gender. The cafeteria could always use a good cook. Now, are you going to come to your senses and be a good girl?¡±


    For a moment, Seth forgot to breathe. It was no secret that Lieutenant Price had never been a particularly agreeable man, but this was a low he had never seen him sink to.


    ¡°I can¡¯t hear you, Lynheart! Speak up!¡± Price barked, punctuating the last statement with another jab of the wooden weapon he held.


    Eyes narrowing, Seth reached down to grab the door handle. This has gone far enough! His hand reflexively pulled back upon feeling heat radiating off the metal surface. The hell?


    ¡°Enough¡­¡± the blonde murmured.


    Seth¡¯s brown eyes widened at the ominously low tone. He failed to stop the gasp that left his lips as the lighting in the room suddenly dimmed. A bright, orange flash filled the room, followed by pained screams.


    Seth froze, watching as Lieutenant Price howled in agony and tossed the, now blazing, wooden sword to the floor.


    The young cadet cried out in his anguish as well, backing away from the blonde as he stared in horror at his smoldering hands.


    A-A fire user¡­ Seth stared in horrified amazement. Fire users were extremely rare. There was a small part of him that had begun to take them for myth.


    ¡°How about it, Lieutenant,¡± Alice quipped, folding her arms. ¡°Am I cut out for the job enough now?¡±


    The blonde didn¡¯t wait for a reply. A storm of regret and disappointment played across her face as she turned on her heels and stalked toward the door, leaving her two injured assailants behind¡­.


    ****


    ¡°That¡¯s awful," Vincent murmured once Seth had finished speaking. The poor girl! And she seems so sweet too¡­


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    ¡°Yeah, I know. Seth has always been this perverted. He wanted in her pants on sight,¡± Issac said, a teasing grin pulling at his lips as he elbowed the brunette lightly.


    Seth cleared his throat, his cheeks tinged pink. ¡°Oh, haha. Like you¡¯re so innocent. Saying you don¡¯t want a piece of that yourself?¡±


    ¡°Sh-shut up!¡±


    Vincent rolled his eyes. Ugh!


    ¡°On a serious note, Lieutenant Price was harder on her than ever after that,¡± Seth stated with a weary sigh.


    Issac nodded, folding his arms as he leaned back against the wall. ¡°I was the one they called to clean up the mess. The lights and everything had to be replaced.¡±


    Vincent frowned. ¡°Poor Miss Lynheart.¡±


    The brunette stared at his feet. If he were being perfectly honest with himself, he wasn¡¯t all that certain how long he would last in this place. After all, her skill level was leagues above his own.


    ¡°The lieutenant and that soldier spent four days in the medical wing, Vincent,¡± Issac stated, shaking his head.


    Seth¡¯s hazel eyes narrowed. ¡°Like the bastards didn¡¯t deserve it.¡±


    Issac pursed his lips. ¡°I never said that.¡±


    ¡°Well, you sure as hell didn¡¯t have anything encouraging to say to her either!¡± Seth barked, causing Vincent to wince slightly.


    ¡°There are still rules, Seth. Rules that she very clearly broke,¡± Issac returned.


    ¡°Yeah, well, you better thank your lucky stars that she breaks the rules once in a while.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s not fair, Seth! Those were different circumstances!¡±


    Vincent¡¯s brow furrowed. He honestly couldn¡¯t tell if the boys were friends or not. One second, they seemed to get along fine and joke with one another, and the next moment they were at each other¡¯s throats. ¡°What circumstances?¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it, Vincent,¡± Issac ground out through clenched teeth.


    Vincent gave Seth a questioning glance.


    The brunette sighed. ¡°Another story for another time, Vincent. For now, just¡­just do your best, alright?¡±


    Vincent nodded, allowing the subject to be dropped for the time being. He couldn¡¯t quite shake the ominous feeling settling within his chest. Once again, he found himself wondering how he was going to survive here. ¡°I won¡¯t have to meet this Lieutenant Price, will I?¡±


    The teen felt his heart drop into his stomach at the grim silence that followed. Seth and Issac exchanged glances.


    ¡°That would be impossible, Vincent. Lieutenant Price is dead.¡±


    Amber eyes widened. Surely they didn¡¯t mean¡­


    ¡°There you guys are.¡±


    Vincent shook his head, turning his attention to the door.


    Jonathan wore a knowing smile. ¡°Not telling any stories back here that shouldn¡¯t be told, I trust?¡±


    ¡°No more than usual,¡± Seth responded with a mischievous grin.


    Jonathan chuckled, rolling his eyes. ¡°That¡¯s what I worry about.¡±


    ¡°We were actually just showing Vincent around,¡± Issac chimed in with a smile of his own.


    ¡°They were, uh, just telling me some stuff about my lieutenant,¡± Vincent murmured.


    Jonathan nodded. ¡°Right. I heard that Leo got you all official now. So who¡¯d ya get?¡±


    ¡°Miss Lynheart.¡±


    Jonathan gave a knowing smile. ¡°Well, congratulations are in order then, Vincent. You¡¯re officially among the privileged.¡±


    The brunette cocked his head. ¡°Huh? What¡¯s that supposed to mean?¡±


    Jonathan waved him off. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it. You¡¯ll see in due time.¡±


    ****


    Alice sighed as she slowly sank into the warm, comforting bubble bath she¡¯d drawn for herself. Leaning her head back to rest against the edge of the tub, she closed her eyes.


    It was times such as these, on the rare occasion that she allowed herself a moment of indulgence, she could see it. This is how a typical night in the life of a normal, young woman named Alice would end. She would have a nice bath, then she and her husband would tell their children a bedtime story before¡­oh, wait¡­that¡¯s right¡­


    Sapphire eyes shot open. She cursed the hot tears that began to trickle down her cheeks. Shaking her head, she batted them away with a brush of her hand. Tears never accomplished anything.


    The blonde gave a sigh. It seemed that, no matter how many years went by, the unpleasant memory remained fresh¡­


    ****


    The young blonde looked around the small room. Various floral pictures adored the dull, gray walls. Two table lamps cast eerie shadows throughout the room. The dull, throbbing pain in her lower abdomen did little to distract her from her yearning for at least one window to gaze out of.


    Alice sighed. The heavy, stale scent that clung to the air only served to unnerve her. ¡°Daddy, I don¡¯t like it here.¡±


    A forced smile crept its way across the man¡¯s lips as he gave the preteen¡¯s hand a slight squeeze. ¡°Don¡¯t you worry your pretty, blonde head.¡±


    ¡°Why¡¯d we even have to come to the outpost clinic anyway?¡±


    Leo Derwent gave the girl an incredulous look.


    Alice frowned, turning her eyes to the stained, white tile of the floor. A somewhat guilty look played across her features as she refused to meet his eyes. She knew he hated it when she did this. Fear wasn¡¯t exactly the most well-respected of emotions with Leo. ¡°I mean, I feel fine, so¡­¡±


    ¡°Alice¡­¡±


    The blonde winced; tears stung her eyes as she pinched them shut. ¡°I don¡¯t want a shot!¡±


    Despite her best efforts, her tears continued to come. The girl quickly attempted to brush them away, her frustration only serving to send fresh tears streaming down her pale face. How was he ever going to see her as anything more than a little kid now?


    A heavy hand on her head brought an end to the torrent.


    ¡°Weren¡¯t you telling me just the other day how grown-up you were now?¡±


    Alice gave a weak hiccup. ¡°Y-yes.¡±


    ¡°Then you have nothing to cry over. Remember what I said about fear?¡±


    ¡°Fear is only a trick of the mind.¡±


    Leo nodded in approval, patting the girl¡¯s head once more. ¡°That¡¯s my girl.¡±


    The preteen sniffed, managing a true smile for probably the first time that day. ¡°I just don¡¯t want to get a shot.¡±


    ¡°Well, sometimes we have to endure unpleasant things to get to the good parts of our lives.¡±


    ¡°But¡­but what if we¡¯re not strong enough¡­what if I¡¯m not strong enough?¡±


    Leo sighed, patting her head once more. ¡°Alice, you¡¯re going to be just fine. Count it as another life experience and learn to enjoy it.¡±


    Alice¡¯s brow furrowed, though she had no time to say anything further on the matter as the door at the back of the room suddenly opened. Letting out a short ¡®eep!¡¯ the girl quickly hid herself behind her father.


    A taller man with reddish-brown hair appeared in the doorway. Straightening out his pristine, white lab coat, he smiled.


    ¡°It¡¯s great to see you again, Leo.¡±


    Leo returned the friendly gesture, extending his hand to shake. ¡°Likewise, Tom. I¡¯m only sorry that I haven¡¯t found the time for more casual visits lately.¡±


    Tom Holten let out a hearty laugh. ¡°Busy as ever. You know what they say about all work and no play?¡±


    Leo gave a chuckle. ¡°You¡¯re one to talk.¡±


    Tom smiled good-naturedly. ¡°You got me there, friend. So what brings you my way today?¡±


    Alice bit her lip in apprehension as Leo moved. Suddenly finding herself the center of attention, the blonde gave a bashful smile as she attempted to appear much less awkward than she felt at the moment.


    ¡°This is Alice. I want you to take real good care of her.¡±


    Azure eyes widened as Alice felt Leo¡¯s strong hand give her a solid push forward, causing her to nearly lose her balance.


    ¡°Ah, so this is her, huh? Your daughter you were telling me about?¡±


    Leo nodded in affirmation, laying his heavy hand upon the nervous blonde¡¯s shoulder.


    Alice bit her lip, desperately trying to cease her trembling as the brunette bent down to her level in front of her.


    ¡°Well, hello, there, young lady. Word on the street is that you¡¯re a fire user.¡±


    The girl forced a smile before taking his offered hand. She hated when Leo did this. Finally bringing herself to call him father was awkward enough, but to introduce her to everyone they met as such was a little embarrassing at times. She nodded.


    Tom smiled as he straightened up. ¡°Heh! Kinda shy, isn¡¯t she?¡±


    ¡°Perhaps a bit.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re aware of the chances, right? You know the odds?¡±


    ¡°We still don¡¯t know if all cases are the same,¡± Leo replied gruffly.


    Alice cocked her head, gazing back and forth between the two men. ¡°Odds of what?¡±


    Tom looked to Leo, an unreadable expression on his face. The blond nodded.


    ¡°Nothing for you to worry about, honey. Listen, how about we go see if we can find you some candy?¡±


    The prospect of a sweet treat caused the young girl to smile brightly, nodding with enthusiasm. ¡°Okay.¡±


    ****


    Alice frowned as she glanced across the table at her surrogate father. He had barely spoken a word to her since they''d left the clinic. She still had more questions than answers. Avoiding eye-contact, the blonde glanced down to her plate as she pushed her green beans around with the fork she held.


    ¡°Daddy, wh-what does sterile mean?¡±


    Leo chuckled lightly, giving a knowing smile. ¡°Listening at the door, were you? I shouldn¡¯t be surprised.¡± Leaning back in his chair, the blond sighed. ¡°If someone is sterile, that means that they can¡¯t have children.¡±


    Alice looked away. ¡°So it¡¯s really bad?¡±


    ¡°Well, yes, it¡¯s generally not something to be celebrated.¡±


    The girl bit her lip. ¡°So¡­I¡¯m worthless, then?¡±


    Leo sat back, recoiling. ¡°What? Where did you get that idea?¡±


    Alice sniffed, straightening up in her chair as she finally met his eyes. ¡°You. You said that-¡±


    ¡°Everyone has the potential to be worthless in some way, Alice. Take you, for example. You simply can¡¯t have children, but that doesn¡¯t mean that you can¡¯t make yourself useful in other ways.¡±


    Alice perked up, her sapphire eyes brightening. ¡°So I¡¯m not worthless?¡±


    Leo shrugged. ¡°Well, that all depends on how you look at it, doesn¡¯t it? You can¡¯t have children, so in that regard you may be, but you are very strong. That means, as a soldier, you would be extremely valuable.¡±


    Alice¡¯s mouth fell open in shock. She had been begging him to be a soldier for quite some time, only for him to blow her off. Why now? Shaking her head, a bright smile lit up her features. ¡°I¡¯m not dreaming, am I? You¡¯re really going to let me become a soldier?¡±


    Leo let out a hearty laugh, reaching across the table to pat her head. ¡°I suppose I don¡¯t have a choice, now do I? We can start your training in the fall.¡±


    ****


    Alice gave a weary sigh as she leaned her head back to rest against the tub. Ever since that day, Leo had treated her somewhat differently. Then again, being anything but normal, how could she expect to be treated as such? Heaving a heavy sigh, she forced herself to her feet. It was a sweet dream, though.


    Pulling the plug to the drain, the blonde retrieved her towel from the floor. The faint ghost of a smile tugged at her pale lips. At least she could rest easy knowing that Leo wasn¡¯t simply going to send that poor boy to one of the other bases.


    Truthfully, she wasn¡¯t certain that he would survive under Commander Victor¡¯s care.


    A yawn escaped her as she reached for the lavender nightgown draped across the towel rack next to the tub. Slipping it over her head, she went about the task of readying herself for bed. Hopefully, a full night¡¯s rest would do wonders for her stress level. Finishing with her routine, she exited the bathroom and entered her adjoined bedroom.


    The hard floor chilled the blonde¡¯s bare feet as she made her way across the room to her waiting bed. Heaving a sigh, the girl flopped onto her back. Sinking into the warm blankets, a smile graced her lips as she waited for the sweet embrace of slumber.


    ****


    Vincent frowned as his eyes continued their attempt to bore holes into the stoic, gray ceiling. It just doesn¡¯t make sense. She seemed so nice¡­


    The teen sighed. He didn¡¯t know what to believe anymore. Swallowing, he ran a hand through his disheveled, dark hair as a shudder crept down his spine. If Leo was willing to put his own daughter through such atrocity, what would he do to him?


    The brunette wasn¡¯t so sure he wanted to know. After all, it was safe to say that they hadn¡¯t exactly gotten off to a pleasant start. He didn¡¯t even know how to use his power yet, so did he even have a hope of defending himself?


    A frown tugged at his lips once more as he turned onto his side. It was no use. He was as good as helpless. A yawn escaped him as he pulled the blankets around himself. While they were definitely not the softest thing he could ever remember feeling, they offered a small modicum of comfort in his current, frazzled state. Burying his face into the pillow, he could only hope that tomorrow would turn out to be a brighter day.

 Chapter 7: A New Dawn

    Chapter 7: A New Dawn


    The blue ball bounced once before hitting the trunk of a small apple tree. Childish giggling carried through the crisp, morning air. Blonde pigtails bobbed and swayed as the young girl gave chase. Retrieving the runaway toy, she beamed as she held it up for her father¡¯s inspection.


    ¡°Daddy, I threw it really hard that time, did you see?¡±


    Carl Lynheart smiled, brushing a hand through his sandy, blond hair. ¡°I sure did, baby, that was really good.¡±


    ¡°Carl, dear, could you come here a minute?¡± a voice suddenly called, drawing the man¡¯s attention.


    ¡°I have to go see what your mama needs. I¡¯ll be right back. Stay in the yard, Alison.¡± The father instructed.


    The blonde nodded. ¡°I will, Daddy.¡±


    Her father smiled before disappearing into their large, white home.


    Alison continued to play with her toy, a particularly hard throw sending it bouncing over the white, wooden fence.


    ¡°N-No! Come back!¡± the child cried as she scrambled after her prized toy.


    A sharp, penetrating pain thudded within the girl¡¯s skull, drawing a whimper from her lips as her world fell to black.


    ¡°You¡¯ll do.¡±


    The heavy, Slavic accent burned hot in her ears.


    Searing pain surged down the child¡¯s spine before spreading through her limbs, causing her fingers to twitch. A burning heat scorched her skin. Upon opening her eyes, the young girl gasped.


    Only smoldering landscape and flames greeted her hazy vision.


    ¡°M-Mommy, Daddy, where are you?!¡±


    Her cries echoed across the silent landscape¡­


    ****


    Alice bolted upright, a scream still fresh upon her lips. Drawing her knees to her chest, she attempted to still her trembling. Her heart threatened to burst from her chest.


    ¡°Alice, it¡¯s alright. It was only a nightmare, sweetheart.¡±


    It was then that the heavy hand upon her shoulder made itself known.


    The young soldier turned to give her father a mournful look before burying her face into his chest, wrapping her arms around him.


    ¡°There, there, soldier. It¡¯s gonna be alright now,¡± Leo murmured, gently patting the girl¡¯s back.


    After a few moments of consoling the girl, Leo stood, making his way into the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a box of Kleenex. It had been a while since he¡¯d seen the girl so distraught.


    ¡°Here.¡±


    Alice sniffed, accepting the offering. Wiping her eyes, she sighed. She supposed that she shouldn¡¯t be all that surprised. After all, it¡¯s often the most traumatic events of a person¡¯s life that tend to linger.


    After a few moments, and her sobs had subsided somewhat, her father sat down next to her once more.


    ¡°Feeling better?¡±


    The blonde gave a weak hiccup, shaking her head. ¡°N-not really. H-How did you even know I was having a nightmare anyway?¡±


    Leo gave the teen a glance that quite clearly told her the answer should be obvious.


    Alice gave an exasperated sigh with a twinge of embarrassment. ¡°You heard me all the way out in the hall, didn¡¯t you?¡±


    ****


    Vincent jolted awake, his heart racing from the blood-chilling scream that sounded in his ears.


    What¡¯s going on? Th-that sounded like a woman!


    Quickly rising from his bed, his blood only ran cold as he realized that he, in fact, recognized the voice.


    That was Alice. I¡¯m sure of it.


    Taking no time to pull on any socks, or even shoes, Vincent made his way to the door.


    The teen paused. He wasn¡¯t sure what he could possibly do, especially since he had no clue how to use the alleged ¡®powers¡¯ he possessed.


    I-I can¡¯t just do nothing though¡­


    Biting his lip, the teen made his way back to the table next to his bed. Grabbing the only form of protection he could find, a spork left over from his dinner earlier that evening, he headed back toward the door. Mind made up, he turned the doorknob, stepping into the dark unknown of the hallway.


    The hallway was eerily quiet. Much too quiet for the boy¡¯s liking. Straining his ears for any auditory clues as to which way to go, the teen took a hesitant step forward. A sudden movement to his left caught his attention.


    With a short cry of alarm, he swung his weapon. A sickening ¡®snap¡¯ was heard as the plastic utensil made contact with something solid, snapping the end off within its target.


    ¡°OW! Vincent, what the hell are you doing?!¡±


    Vincent¡¯s golden, amber eyes widened. ¡°K-Kurt?¡±


    Eyes already adjusting to the dark, the teen made out the outline of another figure huddled next to the wall. Vincent bit his lip as the figure continued to rub their right hand. His eyes glanced to the floor when the silhouette kicked at an object that skittered away from the impact. The end of the spork, he assumed.


    ¡°Yes, dumbass. What are you doing out of your room past curfew?¡±


    ¡°I heard a scream. I was worried!¡±


    ¡°So you stab me with a¡­ What was that anyway?¡±


    ¡°A spork.¡±


    Kurt rolled his eyes in a clear sign of exasperation, not that he expected his companion could see in the dark. ¡°Seriously? You hear a noise, so you come out here stabbing people with spoons?¡±


    Vincent shrugged. ¡°Well, it¡¯s also a fork.¡±


    ¡°Go back to bed, you idiot!¡±


    ¡°But what about the scream? Or are you about to tell me that¡¯s normal?¡±


    Kurt¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°It¡¯s none of your concern, Vincent. Go to bed.¡±


    Vincent frowned. What on earth?! Why did it seem that absolutely everything in this place was shrouded in mystery?


    ¡°Under that logic, what makes it any of your affair, then?¡±


    Kurt scowled, giving his hand one last rub before straightening his posture. He would need to be sure to disinfect the wound before he went back to sleep. ¡°Didn¡¯t I just tell you to go to bed?¡±


    Vincent seethed. Who did this guy think he was? He wasn¡¯t sure what he¡¯d done to warrant such hostility from the boy, but he was growing tired of it. ¡°What am I? Five? You going to tuck me in?¡±


    Kurt pinned the younger boy with a glare. ¡°I don¡¯t think I like your tone.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯ve had a problem with me from the minute I got here for whatever reason. I¡¯m merely returning the sentiment.¡± Vincent retorted coolly, folding his arms in defiance.


    Whatever this boy was attempting to pull, he refused to take it lying down. He¡¯d already been forced to join their little cause. The least these people could do was be a little more forthcoming with information. Though, if screams in the night were commonplace here, he wasn¡¯t so sure he wanted to know the details. However, he wouldn¡¯t sit back if the only one to show him any true kindness was, indeed, in peril.


    ¡°Maybe because I don¡¯t buy your little, bullshit amnesiac story. Not to mention, you showed up here wearing a dog tag from our enemy. What do you expect? Hospitality?¡±


    Vincent rolled his eyes. ¡°Miss Lynheart didn¡¯t seem to have much of an issue.¡±


    ¡°Because she doesn¡¯t know. You¡¯re on thin ice, and you don¡¯t even know it,¡± Kurt snapped, returning the boy¡¯s glare. ¡°Let me lay it out for you, Vincent, in simple terms so that you can understand. You have no rights here. You do as you¡¯re told, without question, if you want to get by. Now, I¡¯m telling you to go to bed, or I can call someone down here that¡¯s going to give you something to make you go to sleep for a good, long while. Capisce?¡±


    If looks could conjure fire as easily as the girl that had saved him, Vincent would have gladly set the boy aflame and thought little of it. Once again feeling much like a rat within a cage, the brunette huffed in defeat. ¡°Yeah, whatever, but will you at least tell me if Alice is okay? I¡¯m almost positive it was her that I heard.¡± Not that I could protect her. My only weapon was a spork, for crying out loud!


    Kurt gave a dismissive wave as he made his way to the door next to Vincent¡¯s room. ¡°Goodnight, Vincent.¡±


    Feeling defeated, Vincent sighed before trudging back into his room. Sleep would not be coming easy tonight


    ****


    ¡°You do realize it wasn¡¯t your fault, right?¡±


    The blonde gave a weak nod, the last of her sobs dying into a spell of hiccups. How pathetic she must look! A high-ranking lieutenant in The Resistance bawling over a bad dream? It was almost laughable. It was a wonder Leo didn¡¯t demote her.


    The door suddenly opened, and Kurt stood in the doorway. His smile was forced and apologetic as he closed the door behind him. ¡°They¡¯ve started up again, huh?¡±


    Alice heaved a heavy sigh, her weary shoulders slumping. ¡°I¡¯m so sorry, guys.¡±


    Kurt shook his head. ¡°You have nothing to apologize for, Alice.¡±


    ¡°I agree. There¡¯s little sense in apologizing over something beyond your control.¡±


    Alice looked away when Leo patted her shoulder again in an attempt at reassurance. Would she ever be free of the tortures of her memory?


    Kurt frowned, retrieving the desk chair from the corner of the room. ¡°You know,¡± the teen began as he sat down across from his sister and father, ¡°I do find it kind of ironic that your nightmares have started back up now, of all times.¡±


    Alice¡¯s brows furrowed. ¡°What do you mean?¡±


    The brunette shrugged, leaning back in the chair. ¡°Just a theory I have, that¡¯s all.¡±


    Leo¡¯s eyes narrowed at his son for a moment as he straightened his posture, removing his hand from his daughter¡¯s back. What was the kid insinuating? ¡°Care to enlighten the class, Kurt?¡±


    ¡°Well, I just think that it¡¯s pretty ironic that she ends up having a nightmare the day after that Vincent guy wakes up.¡±


    Sapphire eyes rolled in dramatic fashion as the girl scowled. ¡°Are you seriously trying to blame Vincent for my nightmares?¡±


    A wave of relief rushed through Leo. Honestly! An amused chuckle left his lips as he stood up. ¡°Don¡¯t you think you¡¯re shooting a little off into left field with that one, son?¡±


    Kurt glared, quickly shaking his head. ¡°I don¡¯t think so.¡±


    ¡°Oh, come on, Kurt! That¡¯s ridiculous!¡±


    Once again, the brunette shook his head. ¡°Not when you think about it, Alice. Look, you were actually starting to get decent sleep for once. The nightmares stopped for a whole month.¡± Kurt paused, brushing a hand through his thick hair. ¡°Now you just happen to have a nightmare the day after he wakes up?¡±


    ¡°What are you proposing here, Kurt? Cause, from where I¡¯m standing, it looks like you may be the one suffering from the lack of sleep the most,¡± Leo muttered, rolling his eyes.


    ¡°I think putting Vincent into her division was a bad idea, Leo. The added stress is getting to be too much for her.¡±


    ¡°What?! That¡¯s absurd, Kurt!¡± Alice retorted.


    ¡°Oh, come on! He¡¯s a shady character. I mean, we don¡¯t even know a single thing about him,¡± Kurt argued.


    Leo scowled at the bickering. One of these days, he was going to have to handcuff them together until they got along, but, until that day, he resolved himself. ¡°That¡¯s enough, you two!¡± he barked, bringing a swift end to the squabbling.


    The two teens exchanged a final glare before quieting down.


    Taking advantage of the moment of quiet reprieve, Leo took in a deep breath. What didn¡¯t sit right with him was the fact that the kid had actually had the nerve to insinuate that he had made a mistake of sorts. A frown tugged at his thin lips. He didn¡¯t make mistakes.


    ¡°Kurt, I think you need to go back to bed now.¡±


    The aforementioned teen frowned. ¡°I-I was only saying-¡±


    ¡°And I¡¯m TELLING you to get to bed before you say anything else that makes you sound like a complete and utter moron!¡± Leo cut him off, leaving no further room for debate.


    Kurt frowned, giving a sigh of defeat before slowly making his way to the door. Sometimes, he couldn¡¯t help but feel somewhat invalidated. It was certainly no secret to him that Leo tended to favor Alice. ¡°Sleep well, Alice,¡± he murmured, closing the door behind him.


    Alice shook her head as she watched him go. Kurt meant well, but he definitely knew how to wear on the nerves after a while. She was brought out of her thoughts as her father sat back down on the bed next to her once more.


    He gently patted her thigh. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll stay here with you until you fall asleep.¡±


    The girl smiled before shaking her head. ¡°It¡¯s okay. You don¡¯t have to.¡±


    ¡°Well, to be perfectly honest, I think we need to talk,¡± Leo spoke, gently rubbing the girl¡¯s thigh.


    Alice squirmed. Though she so adored the man, Leo had a way of making her feel somewhat unnerved at times. ¡°A-about?¡±


    Leo sighed as he ran a hand through his blond hair. ¡°Look, Alice, I would be lying if I were to say that I don¡¯t sometimes worry that I put too much on you.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t put too much on me. I can handle it.¡±


    Leo smiled. ¡°Well, you know Daddy just worries.¡±


    Alice snorted in slight amusement. ¡°You do realize that I¡¯m not a little girl anymore, right?¡±


    ¡°Of course, but you¡¯ll always be my special girl, Alice.¡±


    ¡°Dad, you¡¯re embarrassing,¡± the blonde murmured as he brushed his lips to her forehead.


    ¡°I don¡¯t think I tell you often enough how proud I am of you,¡± Leo spoke as he combed a hand through the teen¡¯s disheveled hair.


    Alice opened her mouth to speak, only to look away after a moment. ¡°I-I just¡­I don¡¯t know. I keep thinking that maybe there was something more I could¡¯ve done.¡±


    Leo frowned at the girl¡¯s murmured musing. ¡°I certainly hope you aren¡¯t talking about your parents, Alice. You were six years old.¡±


    ¡°But-¡±


    Leo held a hand up, silencing her attempt at a protest. ¡°And if you¡¯re talking about Price, there¡¯s nothing you could have done that would have changed the outcome of that battle. Price made the mistake, and he paid dearly for it.¡±


    Alice¡¯s eyes fell to her lap. Perhaps he was right. However, the knowledge didn¡¯t serve as any form of comfort in comparison to the lives lost. ¡°We¡­lost so many that day¡­¡±


    ¡°Alice, sooner or later, you¡¯re going to have to start forgiving yourself. You¡¯re so focused on the numbers we lost that day that you fail to even acknowledge the lives that were spared. Lives that YOU saved, might I add. I¡¯m sure plenty of your men would gladly tell you so.¡±


    Heaving a heavy sigh, the commander stood up and stretched. ¡°I¡¯ll say it again, Alice. It wasn¡¯t YOUR mistake.¡±


    ¡°But if I don¡¯t remember the ones we lost, then who will?¡±


    Leo opened his mouth to retort but paused. The girl had a point. ¡°I suppose you¡¯re right,¡± he murmured. Turning on his heels, the commander began walking to the door. ¡°You should get some rest now, Alice.¡±


    Alice managed a small smile. ¡°Goodnight, Dad. I love you.¡±


    Leo stopped in his tracks. The girl¡¯s voice was positively music to his tired ears. Turning around, he gave her a warm smile. ¡°I love you too, sweetheart. Sweet dreams.¡±


    Alice gave a rueful smile as she watched him go, Yeah¡­if I can even get back to sleep¡­


    ****


    Vincent yawned, rolling onto his side. He frowned at the headache he could feel throbbing at the back of his skull. Sleep, for the most part, had successfully eluded him for most of the night.


    I sure hope Alice is alright¡­The teen sighed. Not like Kurt would tell me if she isn¡¯t.


    Rolling onto his back, the teen sat up. Catching sight of the wall clock in his dorm, he yelped.


    Ten o¡¯clock!


    ¡°Yikes! I overslept!¡±


    Giving a wild yell, the boy grabbed the blue armor he¡¯d left on the floor, quickly changing into it before dashing from the room.


    He was pleasantly surprised to find that the halls didn¡¯t seem nearly as vacant today. People walked about as they quietly chattered away.


    Vincent did his best to ignore some of their stares as he passed by. He supposed he was an abnormality. If his status as a new soldier didn¡¯t give him away, his eyes sure did. Giving a soft sigh, he resolved himself to focus on his task at hand: Find Alice.


    I suppose I should start with her office. I¡¯ll check there first.


    Passing through the cafeteria was unnerving. The large room was much more populated than the day before, yet only hushed whispers seemed to greet his ears.


    Exiting the cafeteria, he made his way down the long corridor. Warm memories of soft hands, bright smiles, and dazzling, blue eyes played through his memory.


    The girl had to be okay. She just had to be.


    The boy was mildly surprised when he managed to find his way to the training room without much incident. Taking note of the small group of familiar faces standing off to the far corner of the room, he breathed a sigh of relief.


    Approaching the small group, he paused to listen as they continued with whatever conversation they¡¯d been having.


    ¡°Think everything¡¯s alright?¡±


    Seth gave a shrug, shaking his head. ¡°I only got to see her for a minute this morning. Now she¡¯s not in her office, so I don¡¯t know. I thought she was acting a little odd.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed. Acting odd¡­ ¡°Good morning,¡± he greeted as he approached the group.


    Issac turned with a start, giving a sheepish smile. ¡°Oh, hey, Vincent. Sorry, I didn¡¯t see you there.¡±


    Seth rolled his eyes. Truth be told, Issac got on his nerves sometimes with the fake cheeriness. From the brunette¡¯s perspective, it was often better to simply say what was on your mind. He frowned. If only he could apply that same logic to a certain blonde angel.


    ¡°What¡¯s going on? Why is everyone so quiet today?¡±


    Issac gave a forced smile to the amber-eyed teen¡¯s question. ¡°Well, everyone is pretty busy, so I wouldn¡¯t really pay any mind to it.¡±


    At this, Seth scowled. ¡°Just who do you think you¡¯re fooling, Issac? You can¡¯t keep leaving him in the dark. To be honest, that¡¯s kinda shitty.¡±


    ¡°I hate to admit it, but I have to agree with Seth. You¡¯re not really doing him any favors, Issac,¡± Jonathan muttered, sparing the new cadet an apologetic glance. ¡°You do realize that he won¡¯t make it around here if you don¡¯t start keeping him in the loop.¡±


    ¡°He¡¯s new! Do ya want to overload him?!¡±


    Vincent drew in a deep breath, doing his best not to scream. It was bad enough that these people seemed content to essentially abduct him, but they continued to treat him as a fool. I really wish they would quit talking like I¡¯m not standing right here. ¡°E-excuse me, but I am still here, you know? Please, tell me what¡¯s going on.¡±


    Issac gave a weary sigh, rubbing the back of his head. ¡°I am sorry, Vincent. I hope you¡¯ll forgive me. I just didn¡¯t want to overwhelm you.¡± The teen paused, giving his comrades an apprehensive glance. ¡°That¡¯s probably why the lieutenant didn¡¯t tell you about today either.¡±


    The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.


    ¡°Huh?¡±


    ¡°Let¡¯s just say it¡¯s the anniversary of a rather tragic day in our history,¡± Seth murmured, his dark eyes downcast.


    Vincent frowned. ¡°But what about the scream last night?¡±


    ¡°Scream?¡± Seth questioned, his dark eyebrows furrowing in obvious concern.


    Vincent nodded, rolling his eyes in exasperation. ¡°Yes, that¡¯s what I¡¯ve been trying to ask about. You guys didn¡¯t hear it? It sounded like a young woman.¡± He paused. ¡°Actually¡­it sounded like Miss Lynheart.¡±


    Seth and Issac exchanged worried glances.


    ¡°Vincent, your room wouldn¡¯t happen to be close to the lieutenant¡¯s, would it?¡±


    ¡°Seth!¡± Issac chided.


    Seth glared, folding his arms. ¡°I¡¯m being serious here; no bullshit.¡±


    Vincent nodded. ¡°Yeah. We¡¯re right next door to one another.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it, Vincent. Everything¡¯s fine, okay?¡± Issac quickly muttered, turning his attention to the glaring teen standing across from him. ¡°What, Seth?¡±


    The raven-haired teen scowled, his hands balling into fists as he took a step toward the boy. ¡°You are so full of shit! Tell him the truth!¡±


    Vincent frowned. What was going on in this place?! His temper getting the better of him, he glared. ¡°Is someone going to tell me what¡¯s going on already?!¡±


    Seth sighed, turning away from Issac to give the fellow brunette his full attention. ¡°I¡¯ll be honest with you, Vincent,¡± he began, shooting Issac another glare. ¡°What you heard was probably the lieutenant having a nightmare. After all, she¡¯s prone to them. Then again, with everything she¡¯s seen, it¡¯s not exactly a surprise.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed. ¡°What do you mean?¡±


    Seth opened his mouth to reply. Issac, however, quickly cut him off. ¡°I think you need to relax, Vincent. Everything is okay. Why don¡¯t we go grab something to eat in the mess hall?¡±


    The brunette pursed his lips, though he would be lying if he were to say he felt no sense of relief. At least she¡¯s alright.


    The teen sighed. It was no use. He wasn¡¯t going to convince Issac, and it was now clear that he wasn¡¯t going to be seeing the girl at the immediate moment. Giving a short nod, he resigned himself and followed as the young soldier led him in the direction of the cafeteria.


    ****


    Leo straightened up the desk at the back of the control room, doing his best to neatly arrange his son¡¯s various papers before sitting himself down in the chair.


    He didn¡¯t like it. He didn¡¯t like it one bit. So far, Kurt had been mostly unsuccessful in finding out any clues as to the boy¡¯s origins. The only thing he¡¯d managed to find was an encrypted report documenting the loss of one of The Order¡¯s laboratories.


    Leo sighed. He was honestly hoping for something a little more concrete.


    The blond resisted the urge to scowl. Until he was certain, he couldn¡¯t very well leave the boy unattended. He was still unsure whether the boy¡¯s amnesia case was fabricated or not.


    Leo smiled. If the boy turned out to be a mole, he would simply have him dealt with. Plain, simple, and to the point.


    The commander wasn¡¯t blind. He could see that the boy seemed infatuated with his girl. That was fine. The closer the boy got to Alice, the closer he would get to him. Sooner or later, all truths come out.


    A knock on the door brought the man from his rather dark thoughts. ¡°Enter.¡±


    The door slowly opened to reveal the phantom of his thoughts lately. Such an occasion would usually warrant an uncharacteristically cheery smile from the commander. However, the girl showed obvious signs of fatigue.


    Dark circles clung to the undersides of her eyes. Her lips were drawn into a tight line, an obvious sign that she was absorbed within her thoughts.


    Leo smiled warmly when she met his eyes. ¡°Ah, just the young lady I wanted to see. Come in, Alice.¡±


    The blonde returned his smile with one of her own. ¡°Good morning.¡±


    The commander gestured to a chair across from him. ¡°Have a seat.¡±


    Alice gave a somewhat strained smile, reluctantly accepting the offer and settling herself in the black, leather chair.


    ¡°Before we get down to business, how are you feeling?¡±


    The young lieutenant cocked her head. ¡°I¡¯m fine. Why wouldn¡¯t I be?¡±


    Leo gave a relived smile as he reached into his pocket to retrieve his cigarettes and lighter. ¡°So you did manage to get some sleep then?¡±


    Alice pursed her lips, giving an awkward smile as she brushed a hand through her hair in nervous habit. ¡°W-well, not really. I¡¯ll be fine, though. It¡¯s not like I¡¯ve never gone without a little sleep before.¡±


    Selecting a cigarette and lighting it, Leo frowned. ¡°That¡¯s unfortunate, Alice. You really should take better care of yourself in that regard.¡± When it looked as though the teen would interject, he continued. ¡°Today¡¯s mission I have for you is a relatively easy one¡±


    ¡°Oh?¡±


    Leo nodded. ¡°You will be going into Pheora today to meet with an informant.¡±


    ¡°Anything special I should know about the guy?¡±


    Leo shook his head, reaching into his other pocket to retrieve a rose pin. ¡°Not really. He¡¯s going to more or less find you, so be sure to wear this.¡±


    Alice accepted the floral pin, briefly admiring it before slipping it into the pocket of her black jacket.


    ¡°Your code phrase is white lilies. Being basic info retrieval, I think this will be a good introductory mission for Vincent.¡±


    Leo watched in mild irritation as the mention of the boy¡¯s name caused the girl¡¯s eyes to light up.


    ¡°You¡¯re right. I¡¯ll be sure to take him along then. It will be a great chance to get him acclimated too. Who knows, maybe something in town could jog his memory.¡±


    ¡°Just don¡¯t take any unnecessary risks, Alice. Remember: Never let your guard down.¡±


    Alice nodded as she stood up. ¡°We¡¯ll be fine, Dad. It¡¯s not like we¡¯re marching into Deinan.¡±


    Leo took a long drag of his cigarette, seeming to savor it for a moment. ¡°Then I leave everything in your capable hands, Lieutenant. Round up Vincent and another one of your men, then go meet Kurt at the loading dock.¡±


    Alice gave a quick salute. ¡°You can count on me.¡±


    Leo watched the girl go, another warm smile pulling at his lips. He counted on her more than she even realized¡­


    ****


    Vincent sighed. He pushed the oatmeal around his bowl for what had to be the fifteenth time within the last thirty minutes.


    ¡°You, uh, alright over there, Vincent.¡±


    The brunette looked up from his bowl to pin the young soldier with a half-hearted glare. ¡°I don¡¯t see how eating at a time like this is going to help me, Issac.¡±


    ¡°Well, you do need to keep your strength up, Vincent. You¡¯re not looking so great.¡±


    Vincent rolled his eyes at the fellow teen¡¯s weak attempt at reassurance. ¡°Probably because I didn¡¯t get much in the way of sleep last night.¡±


    Issac regarded the boy with a sympathetic glance. ¡°Just try not to think too much on it right now, Vincent.¡±


    Vincent closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath. His head felt like it was going to explode. How does one simply ¡®not think¡¯ about a scream in the night?! Blowing out a sigh, he frowned. Weren¡¯t these people the least bit concerned?


    ¡°Where¡¯d Seth go?¡± Jonathan questioned.


    Issac shrugged. ¡°I ain¡¯t his keeper.¡±


    Vincent released the spoon he was holding, letting it loudly clatter into the bowl. ¡°You people are just full of compassion and concern for each other, aren¡¯t you?¡±


    Johnathan¡¯s eyes momentarily held a flicker of surprise at the teen¡¯s bold tone. It appeared he may have been wrong in his initial assessment of the boy being a clueless moron. He quirked a smile. ¡°Hey, don¡¯t lump me in with gutless wonder over there,¡± he remarked, jabbing a thumb in Issac¡¯s direction.


    Issac folded his arms, refusing to comment.


    Vincent and Johnathan rolled their eyes at the childish display.


    The trio turned their attention to the doorway when the large, metal doors of the cafeteria opened to reveal a familiar face.


    ¡°Hey, Seth, over here!¡± Johnathan waved.


    The brunette offered the group a small smile as he approached the table.


    ¡°You want something to eat? Where¡¯d you disappear to?¡±


    Seth shook his head at Johnathan¡¯s kind offer, waving a hand in decline. ¡°Sorry, no time. I just saw the lieutenant. She¡¯s back in her office now, and she sent me to come find you, Vincent.¡±


    Vincent perked up upon hearing. So she really was alright? Not only that, but she was asking for him? Shoving his bowl away, the brunette stood up. ¡°That works for me. I wanted to speak with her anyway.¡±


    ****


    The young girl sniffled as she sat with her legs drawn to her chest. Her stomach burned with hunger. When had she eaten last? Though the time of year was such that the weather was dominantly warm, she had never felt so cold.


    The air was still. Thick and oppressive, it carried little sound.


    Alice shivered. No one. There was absolutely no one left. Biting her lip, she felt tears roll down her pale cheeks. Her sobbing had long since taken her voice.


    The blonde swallowed, wincing at the pain from her sore, dry throat. She needed to find water soon. She had lost all sense of time since her awakening.


    A dull throbbing buzzed at the back of her head, causing the poor girl to wince again. The pale-gray light of dawn did little to comfort the girl as she finally stood on shaky legs. She ambled along in no particular direction, having no clue where she was even going. She had only left her hometown a handful of times before, and, as such, anything that lied beyond was, for the most part, unknown.


    The girl sniffed again, fresh tears filling her eyes as she walked. It was no use. She couldn¡¯t stay. There was no shelter to offer her refuge should it decide to rain.


    The child wasn¡¯t sure how long she¡¯d been walking when the sound of footsteps reached her ears. Fear gripped the girl¡¯s heart as she whipped her head around.


    Panic quickly set in. What if it was one of the ¡®bad men¡¯ in uniform that her parents had warned her about? Or¡­that other guy¡­


    Glancing around for any form of refuge, the young girl spotted a small scrub bush next to a tree and scrambled behind it. Being far too weak for much of anything else, Alice shivered as the footfalls drew closer. Clasping her hands over her mouth, she pinched her eyes shut in an attempt to prevent herself from crying aloud.


    Heat. Hot and painful, the sensation traveled down the girl¡¯s spine. Her sapphire eyes snapped open at the sizzling sound next to her ears. Finding her only cover now aflame, the girl let out a wild shriek as she made to run.


    The girl had made it no more than three paces before colliding into what felt like a solid wall. Upon opening her eyes, she gasped as she found herself staring into a pair of icy-blue eyes.


    ¡°Whoa! Take it easy there, little one,¡± he smiled kindly as he held out a hand to her. ¡°Now where¡¯s your mommy and daddy, hmm?¡±


    The dam broke. Upon the mention of her parents, Alice immediately flung herself into the stranger¡¯s arms. Her choked sobs were muffled by the blue jeans he wore. Wait¡­ blue jeans? Raising her head, she gave the tall stranger a second glance.


    His blue eyes stood out against the dark-gray t-shirt he wore. His blue jeans were a deep navy wash, making them appear almost black. Well, he bore no uniform. His blond eyebrows creased in concern as he placed a gentle hand on her head.


    ¡°Th-th-they¡¯re gone! Everyone¡¯s gone!¡± Alice bawled, her voice raw.


    The man¡¯s eyes widened briefly before his friendly smile returned. ¡°Well, it certainly sounds like you¡¯ve had quite a day already. My name is Leo Derwent. What¡¯s yours?¡±


    The girl gave a weak hiccup, rubbing the tears from her eyes. ¡°A-Alison. Alison Nichole Lynheart.¡±¡­


    ****


    A swift knock at the door drew the young woman from the dark confines of her memory. Taking a quick drink of her coffee, she gave a soft sigh. ¡°Come in.¡±


    The heavy door creaked open to reveal Seth, a cheshire grin tugging at his lips. ¡°Miss me, Lieutenant?¡±


    Alice rolled her eyes. ¡°Just get in here already.¡±


    Seth pursed his lips. ¡°Yeesh! I keep forgetting that you don¡¯t have a sense of humor,¡± he muttered as he strolled over to one of the chairs and flopped down. ¡°Anyway, I brought your new boy toy like you asked.¡±


    The reaction was even better than Seth had imagined. The lighting in the room turned bright, the blonde¡¯s cheeks filling with color as her sapphire eyes widened in mortification.


    ¡°Seth!¡±


    Vincent peeked into the doorway, a mixture of bemusement and confusion playing across his face. ¡°Boy toy? What¡¯s that supposed to mean?¡±


    Seth smirked, opening his mouth to reply.


    ¡°Nothing, Vincent, j-just come in and sit down,¡± Alice muttered, cutting the brunette off.


    Vincent quirked a brow but obeyed the young woman. ¡°U-Um, Okay.¡± Making his way over to the other chair in front of the lieutenant¡¯s desk, he sat down.


    ¡°Since we¡¯re all here, I wanted to brief you on today¡¯s mission,¡± Alice began after a moment.


    Vincent felt the blood drain from his face. Already? He swallowed.


    Alice¡¯s eyes softened. ¡°It¡¯s going to be alright, Vincent. It¡¯s just going to be basic info retrieval. You¡¯re gonna do great.¡±


    Vincent offered a sheepish smile. Why me?


    ¡°Today, we¡¯re going to be doing an undercover mission in Pheora. An anonymous informant has requested to meet with us to exchange some information.¡±


    Seth nodded in understanding. ¡°Sounds good to me. Besides, it will be nice to have a day out.¡±


    ¡°This isn¡¯t a pleasure trip, Seth. It¡¯s a serious mission. We have a job to do.¡±


    Seth groaned as he tilted his head back in the chair.


    Alice snorted, stifling a small chuckle at the dramatic display. ¡°Go get changed into your street clothes. We meet at the loading dock in fifteen.¡±


    ¡°U-Um, I¡¯m sorry, but I don¡¯t know where that is, Miss,¡± Vincent interjected, feeling his knees weaken when the girl turned to him with a dazzling smile.


    ¡°Oh, that¡¯s okay, Vincent. You¡¯re with me. We need to pick up some supplies from the storage room anyway, so we¡¯ll just go together. Sound good?¡±


    Vincent could¡¯ve melted then and there. Her radiant smile seemed to light up the room. Feeling his cheeks warm with a blush, the teen nodded. ¡°S-sure.¡±


    Seth rolled his eyes. ¡°Well, I guess we know who¡¯s the favorite,¡± the brunette muttered.


    Alice cleared her throat, fighting the blush dusting her porcelain skin. ¡°That will be all, Seth.¡±


    Seth grumbled under his breath. The blonde¡¯s tone left no room for argument. Giving a short nod, he made for the door.


    Once the embarrassing nuisance was gone, the lieutenant stood from her chair. ¡°Ready to go, Vincent?¡±


    The brunette shook his head, snapping himself from his thoughts. He returned the young woman¡¯s smile with one of his own as he gave a dramatic bow. ¡°After you, Miss.¡±


    Alice paused. The gesture seemed to steal her voice, her heart missing a beat. What was this? She swallowed, feeling the familiar heat creep up her spine to cause the hair at the back of her neck to stand.


    ¡°U-Um, Lieutenant, are you alright? You¡¯re turning red-¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m fine,¡± she replied quickly; too quickly. Biting her lip, she turned on her heels. ¡°W-well, we better get going.¡±


    Vincent quirked a brow but said no more as he began to follow. Amber eyes studied the girl as the pair quietly made their way down the halls. Gone was the leather armor she wore the day before, being replace by a lovely, white, cotton dress with a slate-colored, button jacket.


    The teen bit his lip. The girl was definitely a vision. Looking at her now, she was the perfect portrait of an angel in white. It was difficult to believe that she was even capable of malevolence, much less faced any aimed toward herself.


    Vincent frowned. Collecting his thoughts, he cleared his throat, prompting the girl to glance his way out of the corner of her eye. ¡°S-so, uh, where is this Pheora anyway?¡±


    Alice smiled briefly. ¡°Oh, it¡¯s a peaceful, little place not too far from here. You¡¯re gonna love it.¡±


    The lieutenant stopped in front of a large door about half-way down the hall that Vincent recognized as the one leading to the clinical room he¡¯d awakened in. There was a small, black box affixed to the wall next to the door, and he watched in fascination as the girl inserted a card into it. A metallic beeping was heard as the box lit up with a green light.


    ¡°Coming, Vincent?¡± the blonde smiled as she opened the door then.


    Vincent¡¯s eyes widened slightly as he stepped into the room. It was much larger than it appeared. Large cargo bins were arranged in neat rows throughout the space. A very large monitor took up the back-left corner of the wall. There was a small machine much like the one beside the door in front of it.


    ¡°Wow.¡±


    Alice turned to the boy with a grin. ¡°Yeah, this is the storage room. Only authorized personnel are allowed in here, though. This is where we keep all the supplies for the entire base. Well, except food. That goes to the kitchen, as you would imagine.¡±


    Vincent nodded as he allowed his eyes to travel around the room once more. He watched as the lieutenant then made her way over to one of the many bins.


    ¡°Come on, let¡¯s find you some clothes to wear. Having to constantly wear that armor can¡¯t be comfortable.¡±


    The brunette gave a soft chuckle as he followed her into the shipping container. ¡°Yeah, I suppose armor wouldn¡¯t exactly be appropriate for an undercover mission, huh?¡±


    Alice chuckled. ¡°Well, to be fair, it defeats the purpose.¡±


    The pair shared a laugh before Alice turned to one of the many racks of clothing that filled the bin.


    Once again, Vincent found himself in awe as he took another moment to glance around. The cargo container was filled from top to bottom with various articles of clothing of just about every nature. There was a clear walking path that led through the space in a zig zag like pattern.


    It¡¯s like its own little shop in and of itself. Well, except for a few things¡­


    Vincent glanced over his shoulder where he could still just see the monitor on the wall through the doorway of the bin. ¡°U-um, Miss Lyheart, could I ask you a question?¡±


    Alice paused in her searching to glance over at the boy. Seeing his troubled expression, she cocked her head. ¡°Of course you can, Vincent. That¡¯s why I¡¯m here, remember? To teach you everything you need to know.¡±


    ¡°R-right,¡± Vincent murmured, his hand reaching back to scratch his neck. ¡°I was just wondering¡­ Well, I¡¯ve seen a lot of monitors on the walls since I¡¯ve been here. I¡¯m just curious¡­ What are they for?¡±


    Alice¡¯s sapphire eyes seemed to light up for a moment, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. ¡°Oh, so you noticed those, huh? All the better to spy on you, my dear.¡±


    Vincent paled. ¡°Wh-what?¡± he choked.


    A mirthful giggle cut him off, causing his heart to skip a beat. Alice snorted before erupting into another peel of laughter.


    ¡°I¡¯m only kidding, Vincent.¡±


    The brunette felt his cheeks warm in spite of himself. He managed a half-hearted glare. ¡°St-stop doing that, Lieutenant. You¡¯re going to give me a heart attack.¡±


    Alice feigned offense, letting one pale hand down to rest at her hip. ¡°Aw, but most find my humor quite charming.¡±


    Vincent glanced the young woman over for a moment as she smiled warmly at him, feeling the familiar tingling of butterflies in his stomach. Trust me, it isn¡¯t merely your humor they¡¯re finding so charming.


    Alice shifted under the boy¡¯s warm, amber gaze. Why did he keep looking at her like that? Straightening her posture, the blonde did her best to ignore the warmth settling in her cheeks. ¡°On a serious note, those are for security purposes. When it¡¯s not being used for live broadcast announcements, it serves as surveillance.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s eyes only widened.


    Alice smiled softly. ¡°Stop worrying so much, Vincent. You¡¯re safe here, I promise.¡±


    The blonde turned back to her task of locating a suitable set of clothing for the boy, well aware of the amber eyes gazing in her direction. Locating a black and green athletic suit, the girl¡¯s eyes lit up. Plucking it from the rack, she held it out for her companion¡¯s inspection.


    ¡°Here, Vincent. This one looks like it will fit you. Why don¡¯t you try it on while I make a note in the inventory?¡±


    The raven-haired teen smiled, accepting the offering. ¡°Sure.¡±


    Vincent watched as Alice made her way to the front of the storage container, stopping at a small, electronic device mounted to the doorway. A series of beeps could be heard as she began typing something on the contraption¡¯s keyboard.


    The boy swallowed. She wasn¡¯t leaving? His eyes widened as he noticed nothing resembling a sort of changing room in the immediate area. Biting his lip, the teen began to slowly back away behind one of the many racks of clothing.


    Once he¡¯d gone far enough to where he was certain that he could not be seen, the teen set about removing the restrictive, blue armor he wore. The soft, silk-like fabric felt refreshing against his skin as he pulled the pants on. Now shirtless, the boy spared a glance at his discarded armor. What should he do with it?


    ¡°Well, Vincent, did those clothes fi-¡± Alice began, turning her attention to where she¡¯d left her companion.


    The rest of the words died in the blonde¡¯s throat as the boy shyly stepped out from behind the rack of clothing he¡¯d been hiding behind, holding his armor in one hand and the shirt to his new clothing in the other.


    Alice swallowed, the sight nearly stealing her breath away. His pale, exposed abdomen was a lot more toned than his youthful face would lead one to believe. His chest, while devoid of any hair, had decent muscle-tone to it for his age. Apparently, the boy was considerably more developed than she¡¯d originally anticipated.


    The young lieutenant remained frozen as the teen slowly made his way over to where she stood, a blush mirroring her own staining his features.


    ¡°I, uh, wasn¡¯t sure what to do with my other set of clothes, so¡­¡±


    ¡°Tha-that¡¯s okay, Vincent,¡± the blonde stammered, clearing her throat as she reached over and took the set of armor from him. ¡°Y-you can just leave it here for now.¡±


    Vincent watched in mild fascination as she turned away from him then, making her way over to one of the racks to discard the blue, protective clothing. The lighting in the room gradually shifted, and it was then that he noticed that it had been much brighter only a moment ago.


    ¡°S-so, um, thank you for the clothes, Miss,¡± the teen stated before slipping his new shirt over his head.


    Alice bit her lip lightly. ¡°No problem, Vincent,¡± she replied, not turning around. Drawing in a deep breath, she did her best to calm her racing heart. Take it easy, Alice. He¡¯s just a guy. The teen spared a glance over her shoulder. ¡°Th-they do seem to suit you.¡±


    Vincent gave a bashful smile, the fact that the lighting had brightened once more not being lost on him. ¡°They¡¯re quite comfortable, actually.¡±


    Alice gave an awkward smile, her pale skin tinged red. Okay, so he¡¯s a guy with positively the most gorgeous set of eyes you¡¯ve ever seen¡­ And despite the voice that could probably melt butter, you have a job to do! Clearing her throat, the blonde turned on her heels. ¡°Shall we go?¡±


    Vincent frowned. Why did he suddenly feel as though he¡¯d done something terribly wrong? ¡°After you, then, Miss.¡±


    ****


    Seth gave an impatient sigh as he leaned against the steel wall. Where were they already?!


    ¡°Oh, don¡¯t tell me you¡¯re going on this little trip too.¡±


    The brunette glanced up at the interruption to his thoughts. A scowl marred his features as he looked the boy over. ¡°You¡¯re bullshitting me, right?¡±


    Kurt scowled. ¡°No. You happen to be looking at your ride for the day, I¡¯ll have you know. So you might not want to piss off your driver.¡±


    Seth rolled his eyes. ¡°Oh, goody.¡±


    ¡°Honestly! I can¡¯t leave you alone for more than a few minutes, can I?¡±


    Seth whipped his head around to see Alice entering the room, Vincent trailing behind her. It¡¯s about time.


    ¡°Seth, how many times do I have to remind you to watch your language?¡±


    The brunette rolled his hazel eyes once more. ¡°Yeah, well, what excuses him?¡±


    Alice sighed, resisting the urge to rub her temples. ¡°He isn¡¯t one of my cadets.¡±


    Kurt smirked at the glare sent in his direction from the teen soldier. A snort of laughter escaped his lips before he could stifle it, causing the blonde to turn her attention to him almost instantly.


    ¡°And as for you, as a technician, shouldn¡¯t you be conducting yourself a little more professionally?¡±


    Vincent bit his lip in his best effort to stifle his sudden bout of laughter. It was safe to say that he definitely liked this girl already. She certainly wasn¡¯t afraid to speak her mind. Unlike him¡­


    Kurt¡¯s brown eyes narrowed. ¡°Hey, shut up, Vincent! You know, I don¡¯t HAVE to take you all the way into town. How about I just drop your skinny ass off in the middle of nowhere, huh? Make you walk the rest of the way. Don¡¯t think I¡¯ve forgotten-¡±


    The room suddenly dimmed, causing Vincent¡¯s eyes to widen as the temperature plummeted. He spared a glance at the woman standing next to him.


    ¡°Are you quite done?¡± she uttered, her tone almost deadly calm.


    Vincent shivered lightly. I-I¡¯ve never felt such power. I¡¯m getting a chill just standing next to her.


    ¡°Alright, already! Quit absorbing all the heat!¡± Kurt yelped, giving a sigh of relief as the temperature and lighting shifted back to normal after a moment.


    Alice gave another weary sigh. ¡°Honestly, I¡¯m dealing with children.¡±


    Kurt frowned but continued. ¡°Anyway, we should get going. It will probably take a half an hour to get to Pheora.¡±


    Seth snorted. ¡°Make that two hours in that contraption you call a car.¡±


    Kurt glared, crossing his arms in indignation. ¡°Hey, can you build a car?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t have to know how to build a car to know when one sucks,¡± Seth retorted, earning a glare from the blonde Lieutenant.


    ¡°Please, tell me we aren¡¯t taking your car, Kurt,¡± Alice shook her head in exasperation.


    Kurt pursed his lips as he gestured to the black car behind him, or at least Vincent assumed it was a car. The wheels appeared somewhat rusted. The front bumper was terribly bent, giving the vehicle an unnatural shape.


    ¡°Hey, this is a perfectly good car. I even designed it myself. It¡¯s perfectly functional.¡±


    Alice couldn¡¯t help the snort that escaped her, her pale eyebrows crinkling in amusement. ¡°That depends on what you constitute as functional, doesn¡¯t it?¡±


    Kurt¡¯s dark eyebrows furrowed in frustration. ¡°Oh, you¡¯ve never been a good judge of my work, Alice.¡±


    The blonde shrugged, giving a soft sigh. ¡°Well, as long as we can make it to Pheora and back without it blowing up, we should be good.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s amber eyes widened. ¡°Wh-what? Blowing up?!¡±


    ¡°For crying out loud, it isn¡¯t going to blow up!¡± Kurt protested, looking very much like a toddler pitching a temper tantrum as he stomped his foot.


    Alice smirked, crossing her arms. ¡°Oh, yeah? Is it still making that horrendous noise?¡±


    Kurt huffed. ¡°What horrendous noise? I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about.¡±


    ¡°The horrible, grinding noise it was making the last time it overheated.¡±


    Seth scowled, shaking his head in exasperation. ¡°Oh, lovely. You mean this piece of crap has blown up before?¡±


    ¡°ONCE! And that was when I first started working on it!¡±


    Alice gave a knowing smile. ¡°And how many times has it been driven since then?¡±


    Kurt hung his head. ¡°J-just get in the damn car.¡±


    Vincent paled, swallowing a nervous gulp of air as he followed after the trio. The teen gave an apprehensive glance to his commanding officer as she then turned to him with an apologetic smile. Reaching into her jacket¡¯s pocket, she retrieved what appeared to be a piece of cloth.


    ¡°I am sorry about this, Vincent, but where you haven¡¯t completed your training¡­¡±


    ¡°H-huh?¡± Vincent stuttered as the young woman made her way behind him, the cloth she held now obscuring his vision. Suddenly blinded, the teen waved his arms. ¡°Wh-what?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s alright, Vincent,¡± the lieutenant reassured him as she placed her hand against his back, gently guiding him into the vehicle.


    Vincent sighed in resignation, feeling someone else slide into the seat next to him. This was going to be a very long day.


    As the four teens set off, the brunette couldn¡¯t seem to shake the overwhelming sense of foreboding that settled within his chest. After all, the hour is always the darkest before the dawn.

 Chapter 8: Perspective

    Chapter 8: Perspective


    ¡°I am sorry again about the blindfold, Vincent.¡±


    The brunette gave a weak smile at the sound of his commanding officer¡¯s apologetic voice, doing his best to appear far more relaxed than he felt at the moment. ¡°It¡¯s okay, Alice.¡±


    ¡°We don¡¯t want to take any risks. You¡¯re gonna have to prove yourself before we can trust you.¡±


    Vincent sighed at the sound of the voice he knew to be Kurt. ¡°I¡¯m no threat to anyone.¡±


    ¡°Well, that remains to be seen, doesn¡¯t it?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s enough, Kurt! Can you stop being so antagonistic? He¡¯s honestly taken everything well, all things considered,¡± Alice snapped.


    The blonde leaned back a bit in the front-passenger seat, silently willing her headache to cease. The day had only begun, and she was already exhausted.


    Seth glared at the boy sitting next to him. He wasn¡¯t sure just where this boy had come from, but he was sure he didn¡¯t quite like how comfortable he was becoming with the blonde. ¡°That¡¯s Lieutenant Lynheart,¡± he whispered darkly, elbowing the boy.


    ¡°Ow!¡± Vincent yelped, glaring behind the blindfold.


    Alice turned around in her seat to peer into the backseat of the car. Seth gave her an innocent smile, causing her to roll her eyes before turning back around to face forward again.


    Vincent raised a hand, beckoning the boy closer with a finger.


    Seth frowned. Now what? Scowling, he moved closer to the boy, only to yelp as he suddenly surged forward to crash their foreheads together. The brunette quickly leaned back, his hands involuntarily shooting up to rub his skull. He shot a glare in the amber-eyed boy¡¯s direction, not that he could see in his current state.


    ¡°Asshole,¡± he muttered under his breath


    ¡°You started it,¡± Vincent whispered back in retort.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know what¡¯s going on back there, but it better stop.¡±


    Both boys stilled at the blonde¡¯s sudden warning.


    ¡°Honestly, Alice, why¡¯d you pick these two? Don¡¯t you have better, more competent, soldiers in your division?¡± Kurt quipped, earning a dramatic sigh from the female.


    ¡°Don''t you start again,¡± the young lieutenant grumbled, ¡°I swear, if ALL of you don¡¯t knock it off, I¡¯m going to blow this hunk of junk sky high.¡±


    ¡°Hey! Don¡¯t insult my baby,¡± Kurt protested, reaching up to pat the dashboard affectionately.


    Alice rolled her eyes. ¡°Yeah? Well, your baby has seen better days,¡± she quipped, glancing out the window at the scenery flashing by.


    The blonde closed her eyes against the sudden bout of nausea. She was so going to pay the price for her lack of sleep later. The car hit a bump in the road, forcing her to clench her jaw. As amusing as Kurt¡¯s reaction to her throwing up in his car would be, it definitely wasn¡¯t on her ¡®to-do¡¯ list for the day. Steady, girl. Just breathe. Get through this day, and you can rest.


    The rest of the trip passed by in relative silence. It didn¡¯t seem very long before Vincent felt the vehicle roll to a stop. He remained still as he heard the car doors opening and closing. The teen jumped slightly as the door next to him opened then, a small hand taking hold of his before guiding him out of the car.


    The blindfold fell away then, the teen wincing slightly at the bright sunlight that assaulted his senses.


    Alice chuckled lightly at the reaction, offering a brief apology.


    Vincent opened his eyes once more, amber orbs growing wide at the large, open space before him. The chirping of birds filled his ears as he took in the colorful, bustling landscape. Large buildings of various assortments stood tall and proud against the crisp blue of the sky, intermingled with an array of modest homes. The laughter of children reached his ears, and the teen smiled.


    ¡°It seems livelier than usual today,¡± Seth remarked, folding his arms as he spared a glance at the lieutenant.


    Alice gave a hum of acknowledgment, though she didn¡¯t trust herself to give anything more. Leaning against the car for a moment, she drew in a deep breath. Her brows furrowed as she pinched her eyes shut, recoiling at the strong, sea-salt smell that carried through the air.


    A smile graced her lips. If she didn¡¯t feel so badly, she would be elated at the prospect of an excuse to walk along the shore. However, another wave of nausea sent her head throbbing once more.


    ¡°Sis? You okay?¡± Kurt questioned, his eyebrows raising in concern as she seemed to stiffen for a moment before finally turning to face him.


    ¡°I¡¯m fine,¡± the teen quickly assured, drawing in another deep breath. She was feeling more than a little uncomfortable as all eyes fell on her. Straightening her posture, she cleared her throat. It wouldn¡¯t do for them to see her like this. It would only serve as a distraction. ¡°Let¡¯s get this over with.¡±


    The boys exchanged looks but nodded, nonetheless.


    Vincent frowned. He wasn¡¯t exactly certain what he¡¯d done, but it was clear that she was still upset. What should he say? Should he say anything?


    ¡°We shouldn¡¯t be more than a few hours. It all depends on how long this guy ends up taking to find us,¡± the blonde informed her brother, ¡°Just lay low here and don¡¯t draw any unnecessary attention.¡±


    Kurt nodded. ¡°Yeah, I got it.¡±


    With that, the blonde turned on her heels, ¡°Come on, boys.¡±


    Kurt couldn¡¯t help but smile as he watched Seth and Vincent scramble after her. She looked very much like a mother hen leading her brood. Giving a soft chuckle, he leaned against the car. She had a lot of people who looked up to her. Sometimes he wondered how she managed all the pressure.


    Giving a small yawn, he frowned. So far, nothing noteworthy of reporting to Leo. In fact, the boy had been almost completely silent for the entire trip.


    The brunette sighed. Leo was not going to be so happy. He resisted a disgruntled snort. He hadn¡¯t been able to decrypt any of the information he¡¯d been able to uncover that might lead to the boy¡¯s origins. Not that it was all that surprising. If the boy really was from The Order, it would be understandable that they would wish to keep such a breach hidden from the general populous.


    Standing up straight, the boy gave a long stretch. For the time being, it wouldn¡¯t do for him to let his guard down around him. He only hoped Alice would be equally as cautious.


    ****


    Alice sighed as she led the way through the busy streets. Catching sight of the boy beside her out of the corner of her eye, she frowned in exasperation at his openly concerned expression. ¡°Please don¡¯t give me that look, Seth. I¡¯m fine.¡±


    The brunette appeared as though he would protest for a moment before a suggestive smile tugged at his lips. ¡°You most certainly are,¡± he commented, allowing his eyes to travel the length of her profile before settling on her face as he gave a flirtatious wink.


    Alice rolled her eyes, smiling in spite of herself as a half-hearted snort of disgust escaped her. ¡°Seriously, do you have an off button?¡±


    Realizing her mistake in word choice a little too late, the blonde heated up with a blush as a wide grin erupted upon the boy¡¯s face.


    ¡°Why don¡¯t you do some pressing and see what you can find?¡±


    Vincent scowled as he followed the pair. Ugh! Okay, the boy was more than a little irksome. How much was this poor woman supposed to take? The teen frowned. Though, judging by her reaction, she wasn¡¯t entirely angered by the boy¡¯s advances. ¡°I bet I can at least find a total reset button. Permission to kick him in the nuts for you, Lieutenant?¡±


    Seth whirled around to pin the amber-eyed boy with a glare. So now he had a mouth on him, huh? The brunette smirked. ¡°Jealous much? Besides, I would love to see you try.¡±


    ¡°Enough, both of you. We have a job to do, or did you forget?¡± Alice quipped, bringing an effective end to the matter.


    Vincent and Seth shared another mutual glare before falling silent, causing the blonde to give another sigh of exasperation. Not that she could wholly blame the boys. It was, after all, her fault as well for allowing herself to be distracted.


    The trio fell mostly silent then as they traversed the streets. People congregated outside the many shops. The air was abuzz with lively chatter as they went about their morning routines.


    ¡°I don¡¯t like this,¡± Alice murmured, her sapphire eyes narrowing, ¡°I don¡¯t know what¡¯s going on today, but I do know that we better get our business taken care of so that we can split as fast as possible.¡±


    Seth nodded in agreement. ¡°Yeah, it looks like some sort of celebration,¡± he replied, taking in the various decorations that adorned the buildings they passed.


    ¡°Let¡¯s start down at the docks. We can go from there.¡±


    Seth, once again, nodded in agreement. ¡°Probably for the best.¡±


    The trio slowly made their way into what Vincent could only guess was the heart of the town. A large, decorated platform had been erected in the middle of one of the intersections of four street corners. Vincent felt his heart sink with dread as he watched Alice and Seth exchange worried glances before quickly moving on.


    ¡°What do you make of that?¡± Seth whispered.


    ¡°Nothing good,¡± Alice returned, her tone grim. With The Order, random platforms on public display were rarely a good sign of things to come. After all, executions were a spectacle nowadays. A feeling of dread settled in her chest, causing the young woman to spare a glance at the two boys following her.


    Her gaze lingered on Vincent for a moment. The poor boy! He looked so out of sorts, his head on a swivel as his eyes darted back and forth in an attempt to drink everything in.


    Alice smiled warmly. ¡°You doing alright, Vincent? You¡¯re looking a little pale.¡±


    Vincent gave an awkward smile. ¡°Oh, don¡¯t worry about me. I¡¯m just taking in the sights.¡±


    ¡°Anything looking familiar at all?¡±


    A sigh left the boy¡¯s lips. ¡°I wish it was.¡±


    Alice gave a rueful frown. ¡°Well¡­just don¡¯t force it, okay?¡± She paused, flashing the boy a reassuring smile. ¡°I¡¯m sure it will all come back to you in time.¡±


    Vincent couldn¡¯t seem to help the frown that darkened his features. Truth be told, he wasn¡¯t so sure. So far, all his efforts to recall anything from his past only resulted in a painful, lingering headache. He was now positive that something had to be wrong with him, and it didn¡¯t have anything to do with the burning gunshot wound to his chest.


    A sigh left the boy then as he silently continued to follow the pair through the less populated backstreets and alleyways of the city. He gasped, nearly plowing into them as they suddenly stopped short in the middle of an alleyway.


    Vincent¡¯s eyes narrowed as he picked up on the shift in atmosphere. He gazed at the man blocking their path. He wasn¡¯t sure why, but the long tattoo trailing halfway up his bare arm unnerved him. His blond hair was cut short, almost shaved. Ironically enough, he seemed to have just as much facial hair as what was on his head.


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    The brunette felt his heart jump to his throat as Alice took a step closer to the man that clearly dwarfed her in size. What on earth was she doing?!


    ¡°Good morning, kiddos,¡± he finally greeted, his tone gravelly.


    Alice took a few steps, closing the distance to where they were only about a few feet apart in the narrow alley. ¡°Good morning,¡± she murmured casually, not taking her eyes off the man as she moved to walk past him.


    Eyes widening, Vincent quickly moved to follow. He turned to Seth, eyes narrowing in confusion when the boy stopped him with a hand clutched to his wrist. He shot the fellow brunette a questioning glance. Seth merely shook his head in response, making the slightest movement with his eyes that told Vincent to simply observe. The boy swallowed hard, heart filling with cold dread as he gave the slightest of nods.


    ¡°Now wait a minute, there, beautiful. Where you off to in such a hurry? Stay and play a while¡± the scrawny man murmured as he reached out for her arm.


    Seth grimaced. ¡°Oh, hey, I wouldn¡¯t do that if I were-¡±


    ¡°Excuse me?¡± Alice questioned, quickly latching onto the man¡¯s wrist as his hand connected with her shoulder.


    Seth slapped a hand to his forehead, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. ¡°Too late¡­¡±


    ¡°H-Hey! Wh-¡± the blond choked.


    ¡°We¡¯re looking for a friend of ours. White lilies mean anything to you?¡± Alice inquired, her eyes narrowing in a sign of obvious irritation as she dug her thumb into the tender underside of the man¡¯s wrist.


    The man gave choked, pained noise in the back of his throat as he desperately tried to wrench his arm away, but to no avail. His eyes widened. ¡°Look, Lady, I have no clue what you¡¯re talking about. You guys looked like an easy score, that¡¯s all!¡±


    Vincent stared in mild horror at the scene. Chancing a glance in Seth¡¯s direction, he saw him bite into his lower lip to stifle what he was sure was laughter. Was this supposed to be amusing?! Their lieutenant was obviously in danger, and he was just going to stand there?


    ¡°Don¡¯t let her fool ya, Vincent, Alice is a whole lot stronger than her physical stature would lead you to believe,¡± Seth chuckled. God, he loved the woman!


    Alice scowled before a dark smile tugged her lips upwards. ¡°Fine, you caught me in a generous mood. It¡¯s time for a little demonstration, since you were so kind to volunteer yourself,¡± she spoke before turning her attention back to her comrades. ¡°Listen up, Vincent, pay attention. This is how to properly disarm an opponent.¡±


    Vincent gulped, blinking with wide eyes. He was both intrigued¡­and terrified of this new side of her that he was suddenly seeing. Perhaps it wasn¡¯t such a farfetched notion that she could be capable of¡­ Then again, she WAS a soldier, after all.


    Satisfied that she had his undivided attention, she continued. Retaining her iron grip on the man¡¯s wrist, she pressed her opposite elbow against the man¡¯s chest as he resumed his struggle to get free. ¡°Note the wrist control here. See how, in this position, I could snap it, if I so chose?¡±


    The blonde squeezed for emphasis as she glared at him, causing the man to still then.


    ¡°You¡¯re crazy!¡± he cried, suddenly redoubling his efforts. He yelped in pain when the girl¡¯s grip nearly pulled his arm from its socket.


    Alice sighed, her tone taking on that of a scolding mother¡¯s. ¡°Now how am I supposed to teach if you don¡¯t,¡± she paused, sending the heel of her foot into the man¡¯s knee, ¡°Shut up and listen?¡±


    Vincent''s eyes were nearly the size of saucers as he watched her then send the man tumbling over her in one fluid motion with the drop of her shoulder.


    The man wheezed from the impact, wincing as he felt the woman¡¯s foot now pressed to his groin.


    ¡°And in this position,¡± she began, adding pressure for emphasis, ¡°I could do just about anything. Including grinding his testicles into powder.¡± She shrugged. ¡°Not that it would be much of a loss. It isn¡¯t like he gets much use out of them anyway.¡±


    The man gave a small whimper of fear as she leaned down then, resting an elbow on her bent knee. She released his wrist, leaning all her weight onto the foot currently wedged into his crotch. ¡°P-please, I¡¯ve learned my lesson, okay?¡±


    Alice smiled, resting her chin in her open palm. ¡°What? I thought you wanted me to stay and play. You¡¯re not having fun?¡±


    The would-be robber shook his head, resisting the pitiful sob that bubbled up in his throat.


    ¡°Oh, well, I enjoyed myself. Be a good boy next time, keep your hands to yourself, and maybe I¡¯ll let you buy me dinner,¡± she murmured. Giving a small sigh, she straightened her posture, removing herself from her ¡®victim¡¯. ¡°Now away with you.¡±


    The man gave a wild yelp as he clumsily stood and sped away, shrieking as if he¡¯d been set ablaze.


    Seth gave a smitten chuckle. ¡°Ah, my lieutenant is such a heartbreaker.¡± His brows crinkled in amusement as he strode toward her. ¡°And a ballbreaker.¡±


    Alice rolled her eyes as he gazed at her. Straightening the wrinkles from her dress, she sighed. ¡°Seth, you can stop undressing me with your eyes now.¡±


    The brunette recoiled, feigning offense as he pressed a hand to his chest as if he¡¯d been wounded. ¡°Hey, I¡¯ll have you know you¡¯ve only begun slipping out of your clothes. I¡¯m just starting to get a view here.¡±


    Vincent pinched his eyes shut, resisting the urge to purge the contents of his stomach then and there. Ugh¡­


    ¡°Vincent, are you alright?¡±


    The blonde¡¯s words snapped him out of his daze. The teen shook his head, a sheepish smile painting his features as he scratched the back of his head. ¡°I¡¯m, uh, fine. More than I can say for that guy, though.¡±


    An emotion akin to embarrassment briefly flickered across the young woman¡¯s features before she sighed. ¡°Vincent,¡± she began softly, ¡°you can¡¯t let people run you over. Understand now that, if you give them an inch, they¡¯ll stomp you into the ground. Nothing brings out desperate people like opportunity.¡±


    Seth shrugged. Was the boy seriously that na?ve? ¡°The dickhead was a robber, Vincent.¡±


    ¡°At any rate, we need to go. We¡¯ve wasted enough time here as it is,¡± Alice murmured, turning on her heels and making her way down the alley.


    Vincent fell silent as he followed, once again getting the distinct feeling he¡¯d said something he shouldn¡¯t have. The boy smiled softly as he watched her stifle a yawn. Looking at her now, no one would ever suspect that she¡¯d just assaulted a man. He hated to admit it, but Seth was right. The young woman was truly one of a kind.


    The scent of salt in the air grew stronger as they neared the shoreline. Vincent¡¯s eyes widened as he caught sight of the port. Large, docked ships were busily being unloaded, the ocean¡¯s current causing them to bob and sway where they were tied in a form of natural dance.


    The sound of aquatic birds filled the air amid the song of the waves. It was a symphony he¡¯d never heard before, and the boy couldn¡¯t help but sigh as a sense of tranquility began to fill him.


    Turning a corner on the pier, the trio descended the steps that led down to the beach.


    Alice smiled, reaching down to remove her sandals. A rare, contented sigh escaped her lips as her toes dug into the soft, white sand. Since this is such a rare opportunity¡­


    Leading the way down the beach, the blonde missed the knowing smile that graced the brunette¡¯s lips as he trailed after her. It was no secret to Seth that the woman absolutely adored the water, especially the ocean.


    The lieutenant smiled, moving to walk along the water¡¯s edge. She closed her eyes as the waves licked at her pale toes, cooling her skin. ¡°We¡¯ll hang out here for a bit where it¡¯s a little quieter. Besides, the guy¡¯s probably going to come to the pier anyway, since that¡¯s the usual meeting spot,¡± she said, sparing the boys a glance over her shoulder.


    ¡°You got it, Lieutenant,¡± Seth replied, giving a wink and a thumbs up. She wasn¡¯t fooling him. Alice would use any excuse when the beach was involved. Although, he couldn¡¯t help but find the arrangement agreeable himself.


    Alice rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless before turning her back to them once again. Holding up the bottom of her dress a bit, she ventured a little further into the water, content to tune out the rest of the world if only for a moment.


    Vincent gave a soft sigh, his warm gaze lingering. His amber eyes narrowed, a sharp yelp escaping his lips as an elbow collided with his abdomen. ¡°Ow!¡±


    ¡°That was for earlier,¡± Seth whispered. A devilish smile graced his lips as glanced briefly back to their lieutenant. ¡°And also¡­ I saw that.¡±


    Vincent quirked a brow, turning to give the boy an exasperated scowl. ¡°Saw what?¡±


    ¡°You¡­staring at those legs.¡±


    Vincent nearly choked, feeling his face burn. ¡°I am not!¡± he whispered back heatedly, folding his arms. He rolled his eyes as Seth slung an arm around his shoulder.


    ¡°Hey, I¡¯m not in any position to blame you, Vincent. I mean I fantasize about getting those wrapped around my waist too.¡±


    ¡°Ugh!¡±


    ¡°Just be glad it¡¯s me that caught you and not her. You could end up like her friend in the alley earlier. You saw what happens when you look and touch.¡±


    Vincent swallowed. ¡°W-well, it¡¯s a good thing I¡¯m only lo-,¡± Eyes widening as realization dawned on him that he was speaking aloud, he looked away as his blush only deepened. ¡°Just shut up.¡±


    Seth shrugged. ¡°Hey, your secret¡¯s safe with me.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not staring at her legs!¡± Vincent protested again. He was certain his entire face had to be the color of a cherry by now. Even the tips of his ears felt warm. He was only glad that the sound of their conversation seemed to be drowned out by the waves, as the girl remained with her back turned to them. His amber eyes lowered. Actually¡­it¡¯s that fine rear of hers that has my attention¡­


    Alice yawned, stretching her arms above her head. She was grateful for the good fortune of clear weather today. She smiled as she felt the heat of the sun on her face. Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep breath, feeling her body slowly soak in the heat. She sighed as she felt the warm energy fill her. She was delighted that her earlier bought of nausea had decided to give her a small respite.


    The young woman opened her eyes after a few more moments, feeling somewhat invigorated. After all, heat was her aptitude. It would only make sense that she would take such comfort within the sun¡¯s pull. She brought her hands up, glancing at them briefly before brushing her hair back as the breeze suddenly sent her golden locks askew.


    She frowned. Such dangerous hands. If she were to lose even the slightest bit of control over her powers¡­ The teen shook her head, attempting to snap herself out of her negative dwelling. It wouldn¡¯t do. After all, she couldn¡¯t let them down. They relied on her.


    Another small smile graced her lips. Of course, absorbing power from the sun wasn¡¯t without its certain benefits. Rotating her wrist, she glanced at her watch. She frowned. They¡¯d been here for an hour now. Where was the informant?


    A feeling of dread began to creep up the young woman¡¯s spine before she stamped down on it. Giving a sigh, she made her way out of the water.


    Vincent and Seth sat in the sand, one looking decidedly less comfortable than the other. Alice quirked a brow when he refused to meet her gaze. Deciding to save the matter for discussion at a later time, the blonde frowned. ¡°I think we need to get moving.¡±


    Seth stood up, stretching. ¡°You think the guy¡¯s a no-show?¡±


    Alice nodded. ¡°Well, he¡¯s had over an hour now. I think it¡¯s safe to say he isn¡¯t coming. And we can¡¯t be just standing around. It could draw attention. Attention we don¡¯t want.¡±


    Vincent frowned as he stood to his feet. ¡°Do you think they could¡¯ve gotten lost maybe?¡±


    The blonde shook her head. ¡°Not likely. With most information exchanges, it¡¯s the informant that chooses the time and the place. This one only said they would find us.¡±


    Seth gave a rueful sigh, scratching the back of his head in irritation. ¡°Well, don¡¯t you think we should have been given a little more info before coming today? Seems like we don¡¯t have a lot to go on here.¡±


    Alice gave an exasperated sigh herself, unable to help nodding in agreement. ¡°Yeah, the whole thing is starting to sound a little too shady for my liking. I say we pull out and report back to Leo for now.¡±


    The boys hummed in agreement, quickly moving to follow her as she led the way back up the beach. Reaching the pier, she strapped her sandals back in place.


    The trip back to town square was a lot smoother than when they¡¯d arrived, though there were considerably more people beginning to line the streets. A large congregation had formed in front of the decorated platform now, Seth¡¯s eyes widening when he noticed the four kneeling individuals seated in a neat line. Soldiers stood behind them brandishing long swords with golden hilts.


    Hazel eyes took in the elaborate white and golden armor they wore. Seth swallowed, sparing a glance at his commanding officer. Judging by the look on her face, she saw them too. ¡°The Holy Council in Pheora?¡±


    Alice¡¯s sapphire eyes narrowed as she attempted to keep moving through the crowded sidewalk, her two comrades on her heels. If the Holy Council was here, it definitely wouldn¡¯t do for them to linger any longer. Not to mention that she wasn¡¯t sure she could stomach what was to come.


    ¡°Holy Council?¡± Vincent questioned.


    ¡°Emperor Shiro¡¯s royal guard, Vincent,¡± Alice murmured.


    Before the blonde could utter another word, a tall figure adorned in purple silk approached the stairs of the platform. Dropping the hood of his cloak, he turned to address the crowd.


    ¡°My brothers and sisters, this is a special day we have been blessed to partake in. I am honored to be named your commandant of the Holy Council of the illustrious Emperor Shiro. As my first token of my rule, I give to you these four traitors.¡± The blond paused, gesturing to the platform behind him. ¡°These bleeding hearts are a menace to our perfect society. They speak of the farfetched, dangerous notion of peace with the scourge known as The Cursed.¡±


    Loud rumbles of discontent filled the crowd. Vincent winced as people began to push and shove, nearly knocking him off balance as the trio slowly made their way up the opposite street.


    ¡°What are we gonna do, Alice? It¡¯s going to be hard trying to get through this crowd, and if they start rioting, we¡¯ll be in a real mess,¡± Seth murmured as they ducked into an alley.


    The lieutenant bit her lip. This wasn¡¯t good. From their new vantage point, they could still clearly see the platform. The blonde¡¯s eyes fell to the trembling captives awaiting their inevitable demise. Her small hand balled into a fist. If she didn¡¯t do something¡­


    ¡°L-Lieutenant?¡± Vincent questioned.


    As if reading her thoughts, Seth quickly placed a hand on her shoulder. ¡°Don¡¯t you dare,¡± he whispered, squeezing her shoulder for emphasis.


    ¡°Take heed, my brothers and sisters, these are the weak links that plague us to suffer God¡¯s wrath,¡± the voice of the commandant carried over the roar of the crowd. ¡°We must exterminate these cockroaches wherever they surface, lest we suffer even more divine punishment. These fools would have you believe that The Cursed are peaceful and harmless.¡±


    The man paused again. The puffy sleeve of his robes slipped down as he raised his arm in signal, exposing milk-white skin. A dark smile pulled at his thin lips. ¡°But I assure you, my brethren, we must deal with these creatures swiftly and without mercy.¡±


    With that, the lean blond waved his hand.


    Time, for Vincent, in that moment, seemed to stop as sickening screams and cheers filled the air. His mouth hung open as the four people, three men and one young woman, on the platform slumped forward then, their heads now missing from their bodies. The brunette felt his stomach lurch as he saw the young woman¡¯s head go rolling across the stage.


    Vincent heard Seth let out a string of curses from his position beside him. A cold fear swept through him then, bringing the boy to his knees. For perhaps the first time since he¡¯d awakened, the boy found himself wishing that he could have remained asleep. The young soldier pinched his eyes shut at the wave of nausea.


    It was appalling how one day could change a person¡¯s perspective.

 Chapter 9: The Holy Council

    Chapter 9: The Holy Council


    Vincent felt his knees tremble as his commanding officer hastily pulled him to his feet. His body felt numb.


    ¡°I know, Vincent. I know, but you¡¯ve got to focus now, alright? Can you do that for me?¡±


    Her voice was a warm phantom in his ear. The brunette wordlessly nodded. He had to get ahold of himself! There would be plenty of time for him to fall to pieces later.


    ¡°What¡¯s the plan?¡± Seth questioned, keeping a vigilant eye on the escalating crowd.


    Alice¡¯s sapphire eyes scanned their surroundings, catching sight of the parade floats loaded with fireworks just up the street. A handful of guards stood watch, casually chatting away as they observed the festivities. What was Leo thinking?! How could he have not known? Weren¡¯t celebrations planned at least weeks in advance? ¡°The plan is to get our tails out of here as fas-¡±


    ¡°You clumsy, little fool!¡± a shout cut the blonde off, drawing the trio¡¯s attention back to the man who¡¯d introduced himself as the commandant.


    A young boy in shabby clothing stumbled back a few paces from the blow he¡¯d just received from the robed man.


    An eerie silence seemed to loom over the crowd.


    ¡°These clothes are worth more money than you will ever see in your miserable, insignificant life!¡± the commandant roared. ¡°How do you plan on compensating me, you disgusting urchin?!¡±


    Vincent felt his stomach twist as the man lifted the boy off the ground by his shirt. No¡­


    ¡°Since it seems you won¡¯t be paying me with money, how about I just take your eyes?¡± the commandant sneered.


    ¡°N-no, please, Sir, my grandson didn¡¯t mean any harm. He¡¯s never attended the Crowning Festival before,¡± an elderly man pleaded, a long cane supporting his weight as he hobbled toward the pair.


    The commandant sneered again as he glanced over the wrinkled, old man. It seemed age had certainly not been kind to him. A devilish smirk played across his lips. ¡°Well, since he doesn¡¯t seem to be using them, I reason he won¡¯t miss them.¡±


    ¡°Pl-please, Sir-¡±


    ¡°On second thought, one little urchin¡¯s eyes are hardly enough compensation for fine robes such as these. However, if we added yours as well, it could become interesting.¡± Dropping the boy roughly on the ground, the blond snapped his fingers.


    Two guards appeared at the command. One swiftly hauled the boy to his feet, the other tossing the elderly man onto the ground.


    ¡°Hey! Leave my grandfather alone! He didn¡¯t do anything to you!¡± the boy cried, kicking his captor in the shin.


    The soldier gave a grunt of discontent before holding the boy up higher. ¡°That¡¯s enough, you pest. Show some respect to your commandant!¡±


    Vincent¡¯s eyes narrowed as he continued to watch the scene unfold. These people were barbarians! ¡°Shouldn¡¯t we do something about that?¡± he questioned, turning to his commanding officer.


    Alice¡¯s brows furrowed. It would be so easy. She spared a glance at her hands.


    ¡°What do you propose we do, Vincent? We¡¯re outnumbered,¡± Seth muttered before the blonde could reply, ¡°I ain¡¯t risking my neck that easily.¡±


    Vincent glared. ¡°Not even for a kid?¡±


    ¡°Look, it sucks, but that¡¯s the way the world is now, Vincent. We can¡¯t save everyone.¡±


    Alice frowned, feeling her heart sink as dark memories began to surface once more. Shaking her head, she fixed the brunette with a glare. ¡°That¡¯s funny, Seth. I would have thought you, of all people, would be a bit more understanding.¡±


    Seth paled, recognition flashing in his eyes. ¡°A-Alice, that¡¯s not fair¡­¡±


    Another roar from the crowd drew the trio¡¯s attention once more. Vincent felt his stomach lurch. The elderly man was on the ground now, his cane now being used to beat him repeatedly in the back as any attempt to stand ended in obvious failure.


    Onlookers laughed and jeered at the spectacle. What was the matter with these people?! The soldiers began dragging both boy and grandfather up the platform steps, the young boy¡¯s cries drowned out by the screaming crowd.


    ¡°Since the boy seems to be enjoying the festival so much, how about we make him a part of it?¡± The commandant called out to the frenzied crowd, waving his hand in command as he made his way over to a waiting chair on the other side of the platform.


    The amber-eyed teen resolved himself. He had to do something! He wouldn¡¯t just stand by and watch such depravity. He barely registered the calls of his name as he sped away.


    Seth cursed under his breath.


    Alice made her way to the entrance of the alley. ¡°Seth, get out of here. You need to get to Kurt as fast as you can.¡±


    The brunette¡¯s eyes widened. He knew that look of resolve all too well. ¡°But, Alice, you can¡¯t! They¡¯ll kill you!¡±


    The blonde offered him a dark smile over her shoulder. ¡°Probably, but they¡¯ll have to catch me first.¡±


    ¡°Alice-¡±


    Her sapphire eyes narrowed. ¡°Go, Seth! That¡¯s an order! If there¡¯s going to be any blood on my hands today, it will be my own.¡±


    The brunette gulped as she too then sped away.


    ¡°Shit!¡± the boy cursed as he spun wildly on his heels and ran. Tears stung his eyes as he forced himself onward, not daring to look back.


    That¡¯s an order!


    Her words burned through his memory as if branded. An order. The teen smiled, quickly batting away a stray tear that rolled annoyingly down his tanned cheek. As much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn¡¯t turn back. His princess had given him an order, and he¡¯d be damned if he didn¡¯t follow it!


    The teen pinched his eyes shut as he rounded a corner and paused to catch his breath, praying with all his might that his sweet spitfire of a lieutenant would soon return to him.


    ****


    ¡°Please don¡¯t do this!¡±


    The cries for mercy that rang through the crowd fell upon deaf ears as the young brunette was forced into a kneeling position next to his, still pleading, grandfather. He grimaced as he felt the knees of his tattered pants soak through with the blood that still stained the stage.


    Stage.


    The boy closed his eyes. Yeah, that was right. This was all an elaborate show. He felt his heart drop as the screams of the crowd grew muffled to his ears. For a moment, he no longer heard. His entire body going numb, he felt nothing. Perhaps that was for the best. After all, it wouldn¡¯t be so bad, would it? His parents had been taken by the virus long ago.


    Tears rolled down the boy¡¯s cheeks like rain. His pale hands trembled as he felt the calloused hand of his grandfather swiftly curl around his own, offering what little comfort he was able to muster in what would be their final moments.


    The loud clatter of metal sounded next to him, causing the boy to open his eyes as a sword skittered by at his right side. A stone followed the weapon, rolling to a stop near the edge of the platform.


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    ¡°Ow! Son of a-¡± one of the guards yelped, reaching a hand back to rub where the projectile had struck the back of his head.


    The crowd fell silent as the member of the Holy Council brought his hand back, eyes widening to see it stained crimson.


    The commandant¡¯s green eyes narrowed at the interruption. Standing up from his ¡®throne¡¯, the blond pulled back his lips into a feral snarl. ¡°Who dares disrupt my entertainment?!¡±


    ¡°Forgive me, but I fail to see what the death of an innocent child and elderly man is going to accomplish. They¡¯re obviously no threat to you.¡±


    The commandant paused, his eyebrows crinkling in morbid amusement at the voice. The crowd parted slightly then, and his eyes locked onto the brunette left standing with his arms crossed near the middle of the street. ¡°Innocent? Ha! Foolish sentiment. Young boy, no one is truly innocent.¡±


    ¡°And what crime have they committed?¡± Vincent spat back, his amber eyes narrowing.


    Though internally he was trembling with fear, the teen couldn¡¯t deny the wave of relief that washed through him as he watched the young boy quickly pull his grandfather to his feet. He forced himself to remain still as all eyes fell upon him. Biting his lip, he attempted to tune out the hushed whispers that murmured through the crowd.


    ¡°Identify yourself,¡± the commandant demanded.


    Vincent gave a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his head as the guards descended the platform steps to advance on him. ¡°Heh, well, your guess is as good as mine.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t get cute. You know that all citizens must show their proper documentation upon request,¡± the blond returned with a roll of his eyes, beckoning to his soldiers.


    Vincent¡¯s eyes darted from the advancing soldiers to the white blur that raced down the street behind the crowd. A cold chill shot down his spine. Why was she still here?! Despite the chilling fear that gripped him, he couldn¡¯t resist a small smile. Giving his full attention to the new adversaries he had made, the teen¡¯s smile turned somewhat mischievous as he extended the middle finger of his right hand. ¡°Document this, Mr. Commandant.¡±


    Lightning flashed in the official¡¯s darkened, emerald eyes. ¡°You cheeky bastard! I¡¯ll have your tongue ripped out!¡±


    ¡°That doesn¡¯t sound like a very fun party. Sorry, but I¡¯m afraid I¡¯ll have to pass,¡± Vincent replied with a coy smile.


    ¡°Stay right there. Don¡¯t you move a muscle, you insolent, little prick,¡± the guard that he had struck in the head ordered.


    Vincent smirked. Hey, if he was going to die anyway, why not taunt them as much as humanly possible? ¡°Heh! Well, I can tell you with confidence that I may be insolent, but little¡­not so much.¡±


    The soldier¡¯s face contorted, absolutely livid. ¡°Why, you disgusting reprobate!¡±


    ****


    Alice bit her lip lightly, doing her best to keep out of sight as the guards shifted their attention, moving to aid their comrades with the rebellion as the crowd began to grow restless once more. Grabbing the side of the decorated float she was hiding behind, she pulled herself up. She was pleased to find the platform unattended.


    Swiftly making her way over to the large, middle compartment filled with pyrotechnics, the blonde set to work unwrapping the fuses from their protective plastic.


    Sparing a glance over her shoulder, the teen breathed a quick sigh of relief. She didn¡¯t have much time from the sounds of things. Honestly! What was the boy thinking? He was crazy. Crazy amazing, but still crazy, nonetheless.


    Working as quickly as she could, the young lieutenant intertwined the fuses, tying them together. Adjusting the firecrackers to where they were tilted upwards toward the sky, Alice grasped the fuses. Drawing in a deep breath, she closed her eyes as she felt the heat rapidly travel up her spine and into her hand.


    Hearing the sizzle of the fuses catching fire, Alice opened her eyes. Turning on her heels, she bolted across the float and leapt off. She winced as she felt the burning in her ankles from such a leap. She pushed herself onward, carrying herself as quickly as her legs would allow as the explosions began to sound behind her.


    Adrenaline surged through the girl¡¯s veins as she picked up her pace. People began to scatter as the larger fireworks began to go off now. Weaving through the crowd, a triumphant smile graced her lips as she saw a group of soldiers quickly pass by on their way to quell the disturbance.


    The scent of smoke filled the air as the crowded streets quickly emptied out, people fleeing for the safety of their homes in the calamity.


    Eyes trained on her target now, Alice watched him dart into a nearby alley. Catching up to him in the narrow space, she quickly shoved him behind a cluster of trash bins as another band of soldiers clad in the same decorative, white armor dashed past.


    ¡°Stay down,¡± the blonde hissed, whipping her head around to scan for when the coast was clear to move once more.


    Vincent swallowed, his heart pounding as she held him. She¡­didn¡¯t leave me behind¡­ ¡°A-Alice, I-¡±


    The blonde swiftly cut him off with a slender finger to his lips, giving a strained smile. ¡°Let¡¯s, uh, get out of here first. Okay, Vincent?¡±


    The boy wordlessly nodded, allowing himself a minute to catch his breath.


    Alice frowned as she continued to hold him for a moment longer, his head resting against her shoulder. He was trembling. Then again, that was to be expected. You brave idiot. You don¡¯t even know how to use your power. He had to be so frightened¡­


    ¡°It¡¯s okay, Vincent. Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯m going to get you out of here. You can beat yourself up all you want after that,¡± she murmured, a knowing smile tugging at her lips in spite of herself.


    Vincent met her eyes, unable to stifle the choked laugh that bubbled in his throat. ¡°You got it, Lieutenant.¡±


    The blonde offered a somewhat tender smile. One thing was certain: He was definitely trying. Sparing another glance around the corner, Alice saw no sign of immediate danger. ¡°Time to be on the move. It¡¯s not going to take them long to up security.¡±


    Vincent nodded as she hauled him to his feet once more, his legs feeling like lead. How? How did this girl do this every day? The teen tried several times, in vain, to say something, but his tongue apparently saw fit to cease functioning for the time being.


    The young soldier had found a new appreciation for the beat-up car he¡¯d ridden in on by the time it came into view. Very much out of breath, the teen panted lightly as his commanding officer picked up the pace once more.


    Alice breathed a sigh of relief, having never been so overjoyed by the sight of that horrendous hunk of metal and rubber. Throwing the back-passenger door open, she quickly pushed Vincent inside before climbing in next to him.


    ¡°Lieutenant!¡± Seth exclaimed as he turned around in the front-passenger seat, a relieved smile brightening his features as the two exhausted teens each caught their breath.


    ¡°Alice, what happened?¡± Kurt demanded, turning around in his seat to pin his sister with an imploring look.


    The blonde frowned, sparing a glance at Vincent as he hung his head. She shook her head. ¡°Right now, we need to get out of here. Just drive.¡±


    Kurt let out an agitated breath, but stomped the gas, nonetheless. If Alice was implying that it was bad, then it was likely within his best interest to heed her request.


    Vincent offered no resistance when he felt the girl slip the blindfold over his eyes once more as they left the city. Now blind again, the teen sighed in a small bit of relief. Who knew that he would ever find being blinded preferable to being able to see? Then again, after all he¡¯d witnessed today, it didn¡¯t seem like there was much to be gained from sight.


    ¡°Are you going to tell me what the hell happened back there?¡± Kurt inquired as he finally began to slow the car down a bit.


    ¡°Vincent pissed off some guards over a dumb kid,¡± Seth quipped, earning a glare from the blonde in the backseat.


    ¡°Well, that dumb kid was about to be executed, along with his grandfather,¡± Vincent snapped.


    ¡°Okay, that sucks, but what¡¯s it to you, Vincent? You know him or something?¡±


    The brunette opened his mouth to reply, only for his lieutenant to cut him off.


    ¡°What does it matter if he knew him or not, Kurt? He was an innocent kid. We¡¯re SUPPOSED to be the good guys here, ya know?¡±


    Kurt rolled his eyes. ¡°Oh, spare me the nobility speech, Alice. You know as well as I do that the common people here are of bottom means when it comes to priority for both The Order and The Resistance.¡±


    ¡°How can you say that?!¡± Alice returned hotly.


    ¡°You know better than to make it a personal affair, Alice.¡±


    The blonde glared at the back of her brother¡¯s head as if she were attempting to set his hair aflame with her thoughts alone. ¡°We¡¯re supposed to be helping these people.¡±


    The young driver snorted. ¡°Yeah, be sure to tell them that when The Order locks this city down now because of you two.¡±


    Vincent gave a sigh as he leaned his head against the headrest of his seat. He had thought he was doing a good thing. After all, what kind of person would he be if he had simply sat back and watched such an atrocity with unflinching eyes?


    The teen frowned. Just¡­what kind of person was he anyway? Who¡­am I in the grand scheme of things? What had he recklessly gone and done? No. He couldn¡¯t have just left that kid to die senselessly like that. He at least knew that much.


    The brunette¡¯s inner turmoil ceased instantly as his hand brushed the soft flesh of another. Taking a chance, the boy curled his hand around it, fingers interlocking. There was a sharp intake of breath beside him. He had shocked the girl, he supposed.


    Just when the teen was contemplating letting go, fearing he¡¯d overstepped some invisible boundary, he felt the soft, timid squeeze.


    The boy held in the gasp that bubbled up in his throat. A wave of calmness and relief slowly washed over him as he reciprocated the gesture.


    Oh, this girl¡­


    He leaned back in his seat with another sigh as the car sped along, clinging to the young woman¡¯s hand as if it were his only lifeline. It was then that the icy reality seeped into his heart, gripping it with the most chilling touch he¡¯d ever known.


    We¡­we really could die¡­

 Chapter 10: A Part We Play

    Chapter 10: A Part We Play


    The vehicle rolled to a stop finally. The sound of car doors opening filled the brunette¡¯s ears again for a third time that day, Vincent releasing a breath he hadn¡¯t realized he¡¯d even been holding. The hand he was clutching gave a small tug, pulling him from the car before his sight was then returned to him.


    No longer blinded, Vincent frowned at the penetrating glares aimed in his direction, bowing his head. The warm hand he held fell away then, and he immediately found himself missing the girl¡¯s warmth.


    ¡°I need to report to Leo. He needs to know that the Holy Council is in Pheroa,¡± Alice spoke, breaking the tense, silent barrier that had fallen over the group.


    ¡°I¡¯ll go with you. I need to talk to him too,¡± Kurt added as he began to follow the blonde toward the door.


    Seth slung an arm around Vincent¡¯s shoulders. ¡°You guys do that. Vincent and I are going to have a little chat.¡±


    Alice looked as though she would say something but nodded. Time was of the essence. She would settle things later with Vincent. ¡°Right. You¡¯re dismissed then, you two.¡±


    Vincent felt his heart sink a bit as he watched her walk away. Pain inevitably followed as he was suddenly jerked backward, his head slamming against the car before Seth released his shirt collar.


    Vincent let out a yelp of pain, his left hand unconsciously going back to rub the back of his head.


    ¡°Do you have any idea what the hell you just did? What you could have done?¡± the teen growled. Sweat glistened against the boy¡¯s forehead. He had almost lost her!


    Amber eyes narrowed. ¡°I saved an innocent kid and his grandfather from being murdered.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s great, Mr. White Knight, but you could have killed Alice in the process!¡± Seth snapped, ¡°Do you have any idea what they¡¯d do to her if they ever caught her?¡±


    Vincent averted his gaze to the floor, feeling his heart sink into his stomach. Honestly, after what he¡¯d witnessed today, he was almost positive that he didn¡¯t wish to know.


    Taking his silence as a sign to continue, Seth blew out a sigh. ¡°Look, Vincent, you¡¯re new, so I want to cut you a little slack, but you better learn fast. Alice can¡¯t be covering for you all the time. You need to understand that now. What you did today put her in more hot water than you even realize.¡±


    Vincent bit his lip. Was it really so bad that he had stood up for an innocent person? What did these people want him to do? Allow senseless murder? ¡°I felt it was the right thing to do.¡±


    ¡°Vincent, Alice is at the top of The Order¡¯s Most Wanted list. If they were to ever get their hands on her¡­¡±


    Seth didn¡¯t have to finish the thought for it to sink in. Vincent looked away. ¡°What¡¯s going to happen now?¡±


    Seth sighed, folding his arms as he moved to lean against the car. ¡°Well, I can¡¯t say for certain, but you can bet your ass it won¡¯t be good. At the bare minimum, The Order is going to beef up security.¡±


    Vincent gave a sigh, his amber eyes sinking to the floor once more. He wasn¡¯t certain of anything anymore. He ached terribly. The stress certainly wasn¡¯t doing wonders for him. The teen winced, placing a hand to his burning chest. The, still healing, injury protested the day¡¯s earlier activities as it throbbed, causing the boy to close his eyes with a small noise of discomfort in the back of his throat.


    Seth eyed the boy. A look of sympathy briefly crossed his features as he straightened his posture. Amid all the chaos, he¡¯d honestly forgotten that the boy was still injured. ¡°You should probably head to the medical wing. You aren¡¯t looking so hot.¡±


    Vincent nodded, holding in a pained whimper. ¡°Perhaps some rest would be a good idea.¡±


    Seth¡¯s brows furrowed, all his previous animosity seeming to deflate with a sigh. ¡°Look, just¡­just take it easy, okay? Try to use your head more often than your heart.¡± The brunette looked away. ¡°Your heart is more likely to get you hurt.¡±


    Vincent said nothing as the boy walked away then, leaving him alone with his thoughts. If he was being truthful with himself, there was a part of him that found that concept even more terrifying than anything he¡¯d endured in the city earlier.


    The brunette pinched his eyes shut as he made his way toward the door.


    ****


    Leo took a long drag of his cigarette, flipping through the papers he had haphazardly thrown upon his desk. Where was that damn report?! Giving an angry huff, smoke expelled from his mouth in a thick, gray cloud.


    The door behind him flew open, his sudden visitor not bothering to knock as she entered.


    Catching a glimpse of blonde hair, the commander smiled as he finally turned to face his ¡®intruder¡¯. His smile instantly dissipated into a frown as he took in the look on her face.


    Her pale lips were pulled into a tight frown. Her sapphire eyes, normally a bright, clear blue, had dulled to a stormy gray. Her posture was rigid as she stalked into the room.


    ¡°We have big problems. Your guy never showed.¡±


    Icy-blue eyes widened. ¡°What?¡±


    Alice shook her head. ¡°We waited for over an hour. We barely got out. the Holy Council is here in Pheora.¡±


    Leo¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Say what?¡±


    ¡°Yeah and tell him about the little stunt Vincent decided to pull,¡± a voice chimed in from the doorway.


    Kurt leaned against the doorframe, hand on his hip as he shook his head.


    Leo glanced back to his daughter as she slowly sat down in one of the chairs across from him at his desk. ¡°What stunt?¡±


    Alice chewed her lip lightly before shooting a glare over her shoulder at her brother. He rolled his eyes.


    ¡°What stunt, Alice?¡± the commander prompted again, his eyes narrowing almost into slits as the young lieutenant continued to avoid his gaze.


    ¡°Look,¡± Alice sighed, ¡°he can¡¯t be wholly to blame. It was a horrific sight, especially to him since he only woke up a few days ago.¡±


    ¡°Out with it.¡±


    Alice flinched with the tone, her eyes drifting to the floor. ¡°He had a run-in with some soldiers of the Holy Council.¡±


    The commander leapt from his chair, his eyes nearly bulging from his head in rage. Of all the stupid, idiotic things! ¡°Come again?! And you didn¡¯t think it wise to stop him?!¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s not like I predicted he was going to randomly throw himself into harm¡¯s way like that!¡± Alice returned. ¡°They were going to execute a little kid and his grandfather.¡±


    Leo huffed out a breath, his icy-blue eyes rolling. ¡°Well, doesn¡¯t that just break your heart? Come on, Alice! What happens when The Order locks Pheora down now, huh? Where do you propose we get our supplies?¡±


    The lieutenant hung her head, looking away. ¡°We¡¯re supposed to be fighting for the innocent. Wasn¡¯t that the whole point of this war? To defend the weak and helpless? If we turn a blind eye like that, what are we even fighting for?¡±


    ¡°To stay alive!¡± Leo snapped.


    Drawing in a deep breath, the commander finished his cigarette before shaking his head. ¡°Did they see you?¡±


    Alice sighed, raising her eyes to meet his gaze before shaking her head. ¡°No, I don¡¯t think so. But they definitely saw Vincent. I had to do something. I couldn¡¯t just leave him, Dad.¡±


    Leo raised his hands to rub his temples in a desperate effort to ward off the impending headache he could feel setting in. ¡°You used your powers?¡±


    ¡°Did you want me to let them capture him?¡±


    Leo glared. ¡°What have I taught you about all this, Alice? About your men?¡±


    ¡°Never make it personal,¡± the teen sighed, her eyes falling to her lap as she tried desperately to hide the tears that began to roll down her cheeks.


    Don¡¯t make it personal? How was she supposed to do that? How was she supposed to simply forget each and every face that willingly offered up their life on a daily basis for their cause? The ones who put themselves in harm¡¯s way for her sake? These so-called ¡®boys¡¯ were like family to her. She loved them! How could she not? She had grown up with most of them.


    The blonde¡¯s thoughts wandered to Seth. Poor Seth! She had probably scared him so badly today. And Vincent¡­ She could only imagine what he must be thinking. After all, what a fine introduction to the world he¡¯d had.


    Kurt frowned. ¡°Dad, I¡­I think she gets it.¡±


    Leo sighed.


    ¡°Go, Alice. You need rest. You¡¯re looking tired,¡± the commander muttered. ¡°I have to assess the damage. If we lose our supply line, that boy is going to regret it. YOU are to see to his punishment.¡±


    The blonde¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°Wh-what? Me?¡±


    ¡°Yes, you. You¡¯re his boss, Alice. This is your mess to clean up,¡± Leo replied, making his way over to stand directly in front of her. A dark smile twisted his lips as he grabbed the armrests of the chair, effectively trapping the girl. ¡°Either you do it, or I will. I don¡¯t think you¡¯ll like my methods, Lieutenant, so do your job. If you want that boy to remain capable of producing children, you will handle the punishment. And I expect you to put the fear of God in him. Ensure an incident like this NEVER happens again.¡±


    Alice squirmed, feeling more than a little uncomfortable. ¡°Th-that¡¯s uncalled for!¡±


    Leo shrugged. ¡°Oh? Then should we have the conversation about enrolling him in The Program right now? We could get some use out of him before I chop off his naughty bits.¡±


    Alice flushed, the lighting in the room brightening briefly. ¡°I-I¡¯ll handle it. Don¡¯t¡­don¡¯t do that to him.¡±


    The commander straightened his posture, leaning back as he stood up straight once more. ¡°Good girl. You¡¯re dismissed¡­daughter.¡±


    Alice glared, but said no more as she stood, making her way toward the door. The blonde spared her brother an almost accusatory glance as she passed by, leaving the two men alone.


    Kurt frowned as he watched her go. He knew she was angry with him. Why didn¡¯t she understand? There was nothing he could do. He couldn¡¯t go against Leo¡¯s wishes. As questionable as his methods were when it came to her¡­


    ****


    Cold darkness enveloped the teen. A sickening, metallic scent filled the brunette¡¯s nose as he attempted to feel his way around the area. Completely blind, Vincent slowly inched his way forward, his footsteps echoing as if he were in some hollow space.


    What on earth?


    The teen made it nearly four steps when muffled shouting reached his ears.


    Where am I now?


    Vincent stumbled as his feet brushed against an unseen obstacle on the floor.  Losing his balance, the teen yelped as he fell. His fingers grasped something soft. Fabric? Curling the digits around the object, he grimaced. Sticky fabric. Giving a small tug, the object rolled toward him.


    The brunette felt his stomach drop, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as the body of a young woman came into his vision. Wide, amber eyes took in the blood-stained, white dress of the headless female.


    Vincent bit his lip against the wave of nausea that struck him. A gasp hung in his throat as he realized that he recognized the clothing.


    No! No, no, no! PLEASE, don¡¯t be her! Not her!


    As if in protest to the boy¡¯s fragmented thoughts, a movement off to his left drew his attention. Raising himself on shaky legs, the teen slowly moved toward the object. Catching a glimpse of familiar, blonde hair, tears poured down his cheeks.


    NO!


    The boy fell back onto his knees as his sobs made movement impossible, clenching his bloodied hands into fists. This was all his fault. He had done this. His naivety was to blame.


    ****


    Vincent bolted into a sitting position, a gasp flying from his lips. He instantly regretted it as his chest seared with pain. A moan left his lips as he pushed himself out of his bed.


    The teen closed his eyes as he attempted to draw in slow, even breaths.


    The brunette stood still for a moment, feeling his heart hammer against his ribcage as the horrific nightmare replayed in his mind over and over again as if on repeat.


    Vincent shuddered. Brushing a hand through his dark hair, he willed his heart to cease its racing. He needed to get ahold of himself. It was only a dream.


    A horrible nightmare¡­


    The teen drew in a deep breath, wincing when his chest burned. A whimper of pain escaped his lips as he ambled toward the door. He needed to see her. He needed to prove to himself, without a shadow of doubt, that she was, indeed, okay. His ailing injury would surely wait.


    ****


    The lighting in the room alternated from dim to bright and back again as the young blonde continued her attempts to glare holes into the ceiling of her office. Why hadn¡¯t she just gone back to her room? At least, there, she would have been able to attempt to sleep.


    She sighed. Who was she trying to fool? There was no way she would be able to sleep now. How was she supposed to punish the boy when she agreed with him?


    A dark frown twisted her lips downward as she sat up straight in her chair, her eyes drifting to her lap.


    Do your job.


    Alice¡¯s brows furrowed. She was doing her job! She had brought all of them back alive, hadn¡¯t she?! Another sigh escaped the girl¡¯s lips. She hated punishing her soldiers. She took no pleasure in harming people. They were intimidated enough by her; they didn¡¯t need any further reasons to fear her.


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    She closed her eyes. Not that she could wholly blame them. After all, setting people on fire WAS quite terrifying to witness. Why? Why, of all the elements the virus could have linked her with, did she have to be cursed with the fire ability?


    The blonde leaned her head back in her chair once more with a sigh. She would be a hypocrite if she punished the boy.


    A timid knock at the door drew the young woman from her thoughts as she sat up straight. ¡°Yes, come in.¡±


    The door slowly opened to reveal a familiar set of striking, amber eyes.


    ¡°V-Vincent, hi,¡± the blonde greeted as cheerfully as she could manage. ¡°Wo-won¡¯t you come in?¡± she stammered as she gestured to one of the empty chairs in front of her desk.


    Vincent sucked in a breath as the gentle voice reached his ears. Her voice¡­ She was alive! Relief flooded the youth as he nodded, his heart nearly skipping a beat. Suddenly feeling bashful and awkward, the teen slowly made his way over to one of the black chairs and sat down.


    ¡°I, uh, I actually needed to see you anyway,¡± Alice stated, giving a small smile. A frown tugged at her lips as he quickly avoided her gaze. ¡°Vincent, are you-¡±


    ¡°I am SO sorry, Lieutenant,¡± the boy suddenly blurted, hanging his head.


    Alice shook her head. ¡°Vincent-¡±


    ¡°I wasn¡¯t thinking. I put everyone in danger, and I¡¯m sorry, but¡­ I¡¯m not sorry that I did what I did. I couldn¡¯t just-¡±


    The blonde sighed. ¡°Vincent, I understand how you feel. Really, I do.¡±


    Vincent finally raised his eyes. ¡°You¡¯re¡­not angry with me?¡±


    A warm smile lit the blonde¡¯s features. ¡°While what you did was, undoubtedly, reckless, no, I¡¯m not angry with you.¡±


    ¡°B-but, I thought that-¡±


    ¡°Trust me, Vincent, you¡¯ll know when I¡¯m truly upset with you,¡± the young lieutenant responded with another dazzling smile.


    The brunette swallowed. ¡°B-but I did put you in danger, didn¡¯t I? I am sorry. I just¡­ I saw that kid, and I-¡±


    ¡°Vincent, it¡¯s okay. I don¡¯t want you thinking about that right now, alright? We all made it out. That¡¯s what matters,¡± Alice replied. ¡°Truthfully, I can¡¯t say I wouldn¡¯t have done the same thing. To be honest, I should be thanking you, Vincent.¡±


    ¡°Thanking me?¡±


    Alice nodded. ¡°That¡¯s right. You made a good distraction. That took a lot of courage.¡± The girl winked, causing the boy to flush slightly.


    The boy looked away shyly, a hand going to tangle in his hair. ¡°More like sheer, dumb luck.¡± He turned back to her, managing a bright smile. ¡°You really saved me back there, ya know?¡±


    The blonde flushed lightly at the unexpected praise, glancing away. ¡°I don¡¯t leave soldiers behind, Vincent. I never have, and I never will.¡±


    The boy¡¯s smile grew. ¡°Well, I think you¡¯re really brave too; far braver than I am. I was absolutely terrified.¡± His smile faltered. ¡°I¡­I¡¯m so sorry for causing you this much trouble. Seth told me something about you being on The Order¡¯s Most Wanted list.¡±


    Alice blew out a sigh, rising from her chair. ¡°That¡¯s not for you to worry about, Vincent. It¡¯s my job, as your lieutenant, to make sure you come back safe.¡±


    Vincent frowned. Why? Why did this girl even care about him? After all, he wasn¡¯t much more than a stranger to her. ¡°W-why?¡±


    ¡°Pardon?¡± the lieutenant questioned, cocking her head slightly.


    ¡°I-I mean¡­I¡¯m not anyone special. You don¡¯t really know me¡­so why¡­¡±


    Alice eyed the boy. Sympathy creased her brows as she moved to sit on the desk in front of him. Reaching out, she took his right hand within her own.


    ¡°Because I know what it¡¯s like to feel as though you don¡¯t have a voice,¡± she murmured, giving his hand a soft, gentle squeeze.


    Vincent¡¯s eyes immediately raised to meet her gaze. Finally. Finally, someone understood! Someone heard him!


    Alice smiled. ¡°Believe it or not, Vincent, I was actually a regular cadet a few years ago¡­just like you.¡±


    ****


    ¡°Fall back!¡±


    The blonde barely registered the shout of her lieutenant over the roar of gunfire in the distance. Adjusting the assault rifle she carried, the teen took cover behind the safety of the nearby tree line.


    Glancing around at her comrades, the girl frowned. Her stomach twisted as she caught sight of the medics hurriedly tending to the fallen that were being carried off by what had to be the dozens, some of which she was certain would never see the battlefield again. Closing her eyes in an attempt to block out the sight proved to be even worse, as the sound only seemed to amplify at the absence of her sense of vision.


    The sick, metallic scent of blood mixed with gunpowder filled the teen¡¯s nose, causing a wave of nausea to sweep over her. Caught off guard, she doubled over and fell to her knees as the contents of her stomach forcefully emptied onto the ground.


    A hand on her back helped to steady her as the blonde shakily stood to her feet.


    ¡°Easy, there, soldier. Can¡¯t have the lieutenant seeing you like that,¡± the young, male cadet murmured, patting her shoulder affectionately before passing her his water canteen.


    Alice gratefully accepted the offering, taking slow sips as the boy rubbed her back in gentle circles. Passing the container back to him, she offered her gratitude. She recognized him. He was one of the brand-new cadets Victor had sent in to join the squad a week prior. She thought she¡¯d heard some of the other boys call him Julius.


    ¡°Hell of a way to break us in, huh?¡± the boy quipped, causing a fleeting smile to light the girl¡¯s face. ¡°Alice, right? Alice Lynheart?¡±


    The blonde nodded. ¡°Uh, huh. And you¡¯re¡­Julius, right?¡±


    The brunette beamed, his dark, brown eyes gleaming. ¡°Hey, you know my name.¡± Running a hand through his messy, black hair, he shook his head with a sigh. ¡°Not exactly my ideal choice for a formal meeting, but it¡¯s nice to finally make your acquaintance. The squad sure talks a lot about you.¡±


    Alice looked away. Lovely. More gossip. Lord only knew what rumors were spreading now.


    ¡°Lynheart! Rogers! Fall back and regroup with the others,¡± Price ordered as he rushed past the pair.


    The soldiers exchanged looks before following their commanding officer. They were soon joined by a small group of able-bodied soldiers. From the looks of things, they were beginning to feel a bit antsy with the cease-fire as they gathered in front of the tent.


    ¡°Listen up!¡± Price began, ¡°Everyone who is able needs to prepare to move out. We¡¯re heading north to meet up with Division 6.¡±


    Rumbles of discontent murmured through the crowd. North? As in Deinan?! Alice glanced around at the various faces. Her blonde eyebrows furrowed. Several familiar faces were notably missing from the crowd. A cold chill shot down the teen¡¯s spine as she realized she¡¯d lost track of Seth, Issac, and Johnathan.


    Turning on her heels, she began her search. Faces blurred as she briskly searched for any sign of the missing boys. She had to find them. She had to!


    ¡°Has anyone seen Squad B?¡±


    She felt her mouth forming the words, though her voice failed to register. The uneasy stares she received in response told the young soldier all she needed to know. Tears filled her eyes despite her best efforts to ward them off.


    Stop it! Stop crying!


    The girl¡¯s body refused to heed her demands, a distinct, salty taste filling her mouth as she quickly drug her sleeve across her cheek. Amid the sorrow came anger. The teen set her jaw, spinning on her heels.


    The young cadet marched back to the pop-up tent that had hastily been erected as a base of sorts to tend to some of the more severely injured. It didn¡¯t take her long to track down Lieutenant Price as she stepped inside. The officer was busying himself with his small group of advisors, no doubt formulating some sort of battle strategy.


    ¡°Reager, I want you and Little to split into two teams. We¡¯ll cover a lot more ground that way. If we hurry, we¡¯ll get to cut off those supply lines to Deinan on the way.¡±


    Alice frowned, overhearing. ¡°Wait. We¡¯re already fragmented, and you want to split us up even more?¡± She spoke before she could stop herself.


    The lieutenant rolled his eyes, turning on her with an exasperated sigh. ¡°What are you doing in here, Lynheart? You aren¡¯t injured.¡±


    The blonde shook her head. ¡°N-no, Sir. I was just-¡±


    ¡°Then you should be out there with the others preparing to move out,¡± Price cut her off.


    ¡°But what about Squad B?¡±


    Price¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°What about them?¡±


    Alice flinched at the gruff tone. ¡°Th-they¡¯re M.I.A.¡±


    ¡°And?¡±


    Sapphire eyes widened. ¡°W-well, what¡¯s the plan to retrieve them?¡±


    ¡°Does this look like a rescue mission, Lynheart?¡± the lieutenant snapped.


    ¡°So you¡¯re just going to abandon them? What about the injured here? You¡¯re going to just leave them all?¡± the blonde retorted hotly.


    James Price glared. ¡°Careful, cadet. You would do well not to forget your place.¡±


    Alice briefly spared a glance at the other two soldiers as they eyed her, feeling somewhat self-conscious.


    ¡°The evac team is on its way. Now I suggest you get your ass out there with the others.¡±


    Alice gave her commanding officer a pleading look. ¡°Please, Sir. You know what they¡¯ll do to them.¡±


    ¡°And we will mourn their loss. Fine, young lads.¡±


    ¡°Let me at least assemble a recon team. If we hurry, we can head them off before they get too far. Hopefully, we can get to them before they¡¯re executed,¡± the blonde pleaded.


    Price scoffed. ¡°You¡¯re assuming they haven¡¯t already been executed.¡±


    ¡°But, Sir-¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s the price of war, Lynheart! It¡¯s a risk they were all well aware of!¡±


    ¡°They didn¡¯t have a choice!¡±


    ¡°And neither do you!¡±


    ¡°Actually, with all due respect, Sir, I think it¡¯s a good idea,¡± a voice murmured, breaking up the shouting match.


    Alice turned to see Julius approach, coming to stand next to her. The blonde stared in awe. Finally, it seemed as if she wasn¡¯t the only one.


    ¡°I suggest you butt out, Rogers. I don¡¯t need some rookie trying to tell me how to run MY division,¡± Price quipped. Dismissing his two advisors to prepare the unit to move, he turned back to the two teens. Glancing between them, he rolled his eyes. ¡°You need to think with your brain, boy, instead of your dick. Now are we going to have problems, or are you going to follow orders? I want you up front, Lynheart.¡±


    ¡°We can¡¯t afford to lose that many men. I¡¯m sorry, Sir. I¡¯m retrieving my comrades,¡± Alice returned as she turned and fled the tent, Julius hot on her heels¡­


    ****


    ¡°We found out later, after retrieving Squad B, that Price and the others were ambushed on their way to Deinan.¡± The blonde looked away, ¡°They didn¡¯t make it.¡±


    Vincent swallowed. Monstrous. Absolutely monstrous! He wasn¡¯t aware of the tears until they started to roll down his cheeks.


    Alice sighed before turning back to face him once more. ¡°I don¡¯t know. I guess I¡¯ve always thought that, maybe, if I¡¯d followed orders that day, we wouldn¡¯t have lost so many.¡±


    ¡°But you saved the missing squad,¡± Vincent gently countered.


    The blonde gave a somber smile, nodding. ¡°That¡¯s right. Every single one of them.¡±


    ¡°Is that why you¡¯re on The Order¡¯s Most Wanted list?¡±


    The young lieutenant seemed to pause at the question, looking away from him again. The girl turned back to him after a moment, seeming to consider her words before finally settling on a simple nod. ¡°Correct.¡±


    Vincent frowned. He got the distinct feeling that there was definitely more to the story, but he declined to push the matter any further. From where he stood, the girl was obviously a hero. He looked away. He couldn¡¯t even imagine¡­


    ¡°Actions have consequences, Vincent,¡± Alice spoke, snapping the young boy out of his thoughts. ¡°Speaking of which, we also need to discuss your punishment.¡±


    The brunette paled, all the blood seeming to drain from his face, despite the warm hand he held. ¡°P-punishment?¡±


    Alice nodded. ¡°Officially, I am supposed to reprimand you, so¡­¡± The young woman trailed off as she carefully turned the hand she held within her own over, giving it a light swat with her free hand. ¡°Bad boy. Don¡¯t ever do that again.¡± She gave a mischievous wink. ¡°There. You¡¯ve OFFICIALLY been punished. Traumatized?¡±


    ¡°Eh?¡± Vincent squeaked, his face flushing hotly.


    Alice sobered, breathing out a soft sigh. ¡°Seriously, Vincent, I¡¯m going to give you a piece of advice: This place will eat you alive, if you let it. It has a way of changing who you are. Don¡¯t let it consume you,¡± The blonde murmured, pushing herself off the desk with her free hand. She gave the boy¡¯s hand another gentle squeeze before pulling him to his feet.


    The boy came up easily enough, though she did notice his movements were slow and almost rigid. She eyed him for a moment, a warm smile slowly taking over her features before she stepped forward.


    Vincent froze as the girl¡¯s arms came around him, enveloping him in a veil of warmth as his breath hitched. The girl¡¯s head rested against his chest, and the teen swallowed. He only hoped she wouldn¡¯t hear the pounding of his heart. Of course, somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew this was an impossibility with her being so close. After a moment, the teen managed to force his mind into working properly again long enough to wrap his trembling arms around her small frame.


    Momentarily forgetting herself, Alice tightened her hold on the boy. His sharp intake of breath snapped her back to reality, the lighting in the room brightening as her face began to fill with color. What on earth was coming over her?! Releasing the boy, she looked away. Doing her best to ignore the racing of her heart, she offered the boy a shy smile.


    The blonde¡¯s eyes widened then when she took notice of the blood on the boy¡¯s jacket, the green stripe of the athletic suit he wore now stained a dark,  almost olive, color. She hadn¡¯t noticed that when he¡¯d come in earlier.


    ¡°V-Vincent, you¡¯re¡­ Tell me I didn¡¯t-¡±


    ¡°Huh?¡± the boy murmured, following her gaze. His amber eyes widened, snapping him out of the momentary daze the girl¡¯s embrace had put him in.


    The brunette failed to hold in a pained whimper, flinching as Alice lightly brushed a hand to his chest.


    The blonde gasped as her hand came back stained crimson. ¡°Vincent, how long have you been like that?¡±


    Vincent gave his commanding officer a sheepish look. ¡°W-well, I guess I first noticed it when we got back from Pheora earlier.¡±


    Alice shook her head in obvious disapproval. ¡°Vincent, why didn¡¯t you say something?¡±


    ¡°I thought it was just soreness from where I was shot.¡±


    Alice snorted, grabbing the boy¡¯s hand before she led him to the door. ¡°It¡¯s from where you were shot alright. I think your stitching has opened. Come on, I¡¯ll take you to Kurt. He¡¯ll get you fixed back up.¡±


    Vincent sighed, rolling his eyes. ¡°Lovely.¡±


    Alice turned to him as they exited the office, giving a rueful frown. ¡°Come on, soldier. I can¡¯t have you bleeding out on me, alright?¡±


    Vincent couldn¡¯t help but smile as she led him along. He glanced at their intertwined hands. He didn¡¯t need any memories to know that he¡¯d never felt such¡­ What even was the term? Infatuation? Attraction? His pale cheeks heated up once more. Whatever this feeling was, it was only seeming to grow stronger with each passing moment he continued to spend with her.


    ****


    Kurt frowned, huffing out a sigh as he finished running the third decryption program he¡¯d run on the article. No luck. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing on the boy. It was as if he¡¯d simply appeared out of thin air.


    The teen was brought out of his thoughts as the door suddenly opened. Turning around in his leather chair, he saw Alice enter the room. He frowned as he noticed her companion.


    Speak of the devil¡­


    Catching sight of the pair¡¯s linked hands, the teen¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly. What was up with that? ¡°Uh, can I help you?¡±


    Alice led Vincent to the small bed in the corner, sitting him down before she gave her brother her full attention. ¡°I think Vincent¡¯s stitching has opened up. Can you take a look?¡±


    Kurt rolled his eyes. Could the boy possibly be any more trouble? ¡°Let me get my kit.¡±


    The young scientist watched with no small amount of annoyance as the blonde situated herself next to the boy, sitting beside him on the bed. Retrieving the medical kit from his desk drawer, the teen made his way over to the pair.


    ¡°Vincent, shirt off. Alice, out.¡±


    As if they¡¯d planned it, the pair quickly began to protest at the same time, causing Kurt to grind his teeth in agitation.


    ¡°Just do as you¡¯re told, you two.¡±


    Alice folded her arms in defiance, her sapphire eyes narrowing slightly. What was the big deal? She wasn¡¯t allowed to offer moral support to the boy? After all, he¡¯d been unconscious when he¡¯d initially been stitched up. It only stood to reason that he may be somewhat apprehensive. ¡°Why?¡±


    Kurt pinned the girl with a knowing glare. ¡°Because old habits appear to be resurfacing, and history doesn¡¯t need to repeat itself.¡±


    Vincent cocked his head in confusion as the blonde recoiled as if struck. He frowned as she slowly stood to her feet.


    ¡°You know, you can be a real dick when you want to be,¡± the lieutenant spat, her tone dripping venom.


    ¡°And you¡¯re obvious. Out, Lieutenant¡­or are you going to tell me where that blood on YOUR shirt came from?¡± Kurt returned, unflinching.


    Vincent winced at the slamming of the door as she left. He sighed as he glared at the boy in front of him. ¡°Did you have to do that?¡±


    Kurt rolled his eyes as he opened the medical kit, collecting the supplies he would need for his task. ¡°Shut up and take your shirt off.¡±


    Rolling his eyes, Vincent complied. ¡°Shouldn¡¯t you at least ask me out to dinner first?¡± He cringed as the chilly air of the laboratory stung his wound. It ached terribly! He closed his eyes. The girl had been so warm. A small smile graced his lips. He could almost still feel her.


    Kurt glared. ¡°Funny. Real comedian. What did I tell you about getting too close to her?¡±


    Amber eyes shot open at the interruption to his pleasant thoughts. ¡°I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about.¡±


    Kurt¡¯s eyes narrowed as he threaded the needle he held. ¡°Don¡¯t try to bullshit me, Vincent. I saw you two holding hands.¡±


    Vincent sighed. ¡°I wasn¡¯t aware that holding her hand was such a crime.¡±


    A yelp was torn from the boy¡¯s lips as the needle was suddenly inserted into his skin. The young scientist gave a sharp tug, earning another pained cry of anguish from his patient.


    ¡°I¡¯m warning you, Vincent, leave well enough alone. Believe it or not, I¡¯m trying to help you.¡±


    Vincent glared. Trying to help him? That was a little hard to believe when the boy seemed to be doing his best to make it feel as though his flesh was splitting open! ¡°Y-Yo-you¡¯ll have to forgive me, but I¡¯m a bit skeptical.¡±


    Kurt shrugged before continuing his work. ¡°Some just like heartache, I suppose.¡±


    Vincent frowned. ¡°H-Heartache?¡±


    ¡°Vincent, you think you¡¯re the first one with a dick and a pair of balls to look at her like that?¡± Kurt returned with a roll of his dark eyes.


    The brunette couldn¡¯t help the flush that crept onto his face. He looked away. ¡°I-It¡¯s not like that. She¡¯s¡­she¡¯s my friend,¡± he protested.


    Kurt snorted. ¡°Friend? You haven¡¯t even known her a week,¡± he quipped, giving a swift jerk of his wrist to pull the stitching taut.


    ¡°Ow!¡± Vincent yelped. Glaring, his hands balled into fists at his side.


    Noticing the movement, Kurt¡¯s eyes narrowed again. ¡°Vincent, you punch me, and I¡¯ll open every last one of these again.¡±


    Vincent sighed in defeat, saying nothing more. It wouldn¡¯t do any good. He hadn¡¯t the faintest clue what tomorrow would bring, but he could only hope that it would be better than today.

 Chapter 11: Golden Phoenix

    Chapter 11: Golden Phoenix


    Emperor Shiro Munchausen huffed out a breath as he threw open the balcony doors, stepping out into the sunshine. Making his way over to the stone railing, he peered over. The brunette resisted the disgusted scowl that threatened to leave him as he observed the world below him.


    Different day, same, ignorant cockroaches¡­


    He ran a hand through his ebony hair. He honestly thought he would¡¯ve managed to crush the rebellion once and for all by now. The buffoon, Vladsco, was ruining everything! And Eric¡­


    The brunette tilted his head back with a sigh. The boy seemed dead set on making a mockery of him. A dark smile pulled at his lips. Vladsco would be easily dealt with soon enough. Honestly, the man was well past his prime.


    The emperor was brought out of his thoughts as he heard the ¡®click¡¯ of his chamber door opening. With another sigh, the brunette moved to greet his guest, buttoning up his white dress-shirt.


    A young man, who appeared to be in his mid-twenties, poked his head in the door. ¡°U-Um, I¡¯m sorry for the disturbance, Sir-¡±


    ¡°Out with it!¡± the emperor barked, beckoning the blond into the room.


    ¡°It¡¯s about Pheora, Sir,¡± the young Holy Council member stated, chewing his lip in apprehension as the man¡¯s face scrunched up in apparent disgust.


    ¡°It¡¯s only been a day. My nephew can¡¯t handle his own crowning ceremony?¡±


    ¡°Well, there was some was some dissension, but we have reason to believe that the Genesis Project was sighted fleeing the scene.¡±


    Shiro¡¯s brow ticked upward. ¡°What? Good God, not this nonsense again. How can something that is supposed to be dead be such a pain in my ass?¡±


    The blond hesitantly shrugged. ¡°Eye-witness accounts were a positive match, Sir. It¡¯s been confirmed by surveillance footage.¡±


    ¡°When does General Vladsco arrive?¡±


    The blond seemed to shrink back, an apprehensive expression suddenly appearing in his features. ¡°H-He¡¯s been delayed, Sir.¡±


    An agitated scowl left the emperor¡¯s lips. ¡°Of course he has. Well, get him on the phone. Call him janitor Vladsco when I¡¯m done with him. This is his mess to clean up.¡±


    The blond bowed. ¡°R-right away, Emperor.¡±


    ****


    The elder general gave a weary sigh, rubbing his temples against the migraine he could feel setting in. So far, there was simply no trace of the boy. He was almost positive now that Cain knew more than he was letting on.


    He frowned. He only hoped he would be able to recover him alive.


    The general stifled a yawn. He hadn¡¯t slept properly in three or four days now. He squinted, rubbing his eyes. Standing up, he made his way across the elaborate, red carpet that comprised the floor of his office.


    His eyes glossed over the various plaques and medals that adorned the bold, gray walls. He had done great work in his time. However, he couldn¡¯t deny that the atmosphere in the capital appeared to be changing. The people were growing as tired as he was.


    Vladsco closed his eyes. He couldn¡¯t very well blame them. After nearly twenty years of war, just about anyone would be ready for some type of reform.


    Opening his eyes, another sigh escaped him. As much as the general hated to admit it, The Order was growing weaker by the day. The Resistance, however, appeared to be doing just the opposite.


    His eyes narrowed. How were they doing it? How were they growing their numbers so quickly?


    A rapping at the door drew the seasoned general¡¯s attention.


    ¡°Enter,¡± he beckoned.


    A lean, young man adorned in silver armor entered the room. A grim cloud of apprehension darkened his mocha complexion. ¡°Emperor Shiro requests to speak with you, Sir.¡±


    Vladsco pulled a face. Shit. ¡°Thank you, O¡¯ Connor.¡±


    The youth nodded. ¡°Line two, Sir.¡±


    With that, the young soldier took his leave, closing the door behind him with a ¡®clang¡¯.


    Vladsco slowly made his way back over to his desk, sitting down in the luxurious, leather chair with a belabored sigh. Mentally preparing himself, he picked up the phone on his desk, tapping the button. ¡°Emperor Shiro, how wonderful it is to hear from you. And might I say what a glorious day it is that God has given us today?¡±


    ¡°Cut the crap, Vladsco!¡± snapped the voice on the other end of the line.


    Vladsco clapped a hand over the speaker, giving a loud sigh of annoyance before attempting again. ¡°To what do I owe the pleasure, Sir.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t give me that! I told you that I wanted to see you and 010 here in Deinan four days ago!¡±


    ¡°Er, yes, Sir. I¡¯m afraid Cain will be unable to attend. I assure you that I can answer any questions you may have for him,¡± the general replied.


    There was a sigh on the other end of the line. ¡°Experiments don¡¯t have names, you buffoon. Speaking of: Word on the street is that your little, lost pet is in Pheora.¡±


    Vladsco quirked a brow. 50 miles south of Delta? He wouldn¡¯t have gone that far without orders. ¡°Pheora? What on God¡¯s green earth would he be doing in Pheora?¡±


    ¡°Causing trouble!¡±


    ¡°Now, hold on a moment, Sir. How do we know this is-¡±


    ¡°We have eye-witness description and surveillance footage,¡± Shiro cut him off. ¡°Him and some riffraff from The Resistance were seen disrupting the peace at Eric¡¯s crowning ceremony. I¡¯ve petitioned the footage, so we¡¯ll have names soon enough. Given the area, I¡¯d say they were some of Derwent¡¯s.¡±


    Vladsco frowned.


    As if sensing his unease, Shiro continued. ¡°Shouldn¡¯t pose a problem for you. After all, weren¡¯t you the one that said you were coming close to zeroing in on the location of his base?¡±


    ¡°That is correct, Sir. It shouldn¡¯t be much longer, especially now that we know how far 012 is from Delta.¡±


    The answer seemed to appease the emperor. ¡°I mean it, Vladsco. YOU WILL clean up this mess. Mark my words: If I have to send my men to retrieve your little pet, you will get him back¡­in pieces!¡±


    The ¡®click¡¯ of the receiver buzzed in his ears, causing the older man to give another, weary sigh. Hanging up the phone, a dark smile graced his lips. As irksome as the emperor could be, he had just inadvertently made his day.


    ****


    Vincent drew in a deep breath as he slowly crawled out of his bed. Placing a hand to his chest, he closed his eyes. These new stitches burned something awful!


    The teen glared, replaying his conversation with Kurt over in his mind again before shaking his head slightly. The boy wasn¡¯t worth the energy. There was a new day to look forward to, after all. He would get some breakfast, then find his lieutenant.


    The thought brought a smile to the brunette¡¯s face as he quickly dressed himself in the new clothes Kurt had procured for him. The athletic suit was much like the one he¡¯d had before, though it was red instead of green.


    The teen made his way to the door, throwing it open and moving to step into the hall. There was a small yelp, followed by a small hand clutching to his shirt, as his impromptu visitor attempted to regain her balance by holding onto him for support.


    Vincent bit his lip as he held her up with a gentle hand upon her shoulder, feeling his cheeks burn as he gazed into her wide, sapphire eyes. ¡°U-um, good morning to you too, Ali-er-Miss Lynheart.¡±


    The blonde gave an awkward smile as her pale cheeks tinged in a pink hue. ¡°M-morning, Vincent. I was just, uh, coming to see how you were holding up. I didn¡¯t get the chance to see you last night, so¡­yeah¡­¡±


    Vincent smiled at her stammering. ¡°I¡¯m doing as well as I can be, I suppose; assuming that I¡¯m not in any more trouble over yesterday.¡±


    Alice frowned. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about yesterday, Vincent.¡± Realizing she was still holding onto him, she quickly pried her fingers away, flushing a deep crimson. Clearing her throat, the blonde continued. ¡°Anyway, I¡¯m glad to hear you¡¯re feeling alright. Looks like I won¡¯t have to kick Kurt¡¯s teeth in, after all.¡±


    Vincent frowned briefly before forcing a cheery smile to grace his lips. ¡°Y-yeah, he seems to have done a pretty good job. At least I¡¯m not bleeding anymore.¡±


    Alice eyed the boy suspiciously for a moment but let the subject slide for the time being. ¡°Well, I was on my way to have some breakfast. Would you like to join me?¡±


    The brunette¡¯s face seemed to light up in an instant. He nodded.


    Alice returned the boy¡¯s smile before turning and leading the way down the hall, Vincent quickly falling into step beside her.


    Upon reaching the cafeteria, Alice made her way over to a small table with a large, silver machine in the back corner.


    ¡°You like coffee, Vincent?¡± she asked the boy as he followed her.


    The brunette gave an awkward laugh. ¡°W-well, I don¡¯t really know. Never had it.¡±


    The girl clicked her tongue, shaking her head. ¡°We can¡¯t have that.¡±


    Collecting one of the paper cups stacked neatly next to the machine, the blonde set to work. Vincent watched as she poured a dark liquid into the cup before stirring in another liquid she located to the right of the contraption, white in color, until the concoction blended into a light-fawn hue. She handed the cup to him then, giving a triumphant smile.


    Vincent chuckled lightly as he accepted the warm beverage. He winced slightly as his fingers curled around the cup. Make that HOT beverage!


    Noticing, the girl gave a soft giggle. ¡°Careful. These machines do keep it pretty warm,¡± she cautioned.


    Blowing on the liquid to cool it a bit, the boy took a drink. His amber eyes lit up at the pleasing, rich taste, his insides warming. ¡°It¡¯s really good.¡±


    The girl smiled before preparing her own cup. Vincent followed as she then led the way to a small window. Peering inside, Vincent could see a few people scurrying around as they went about their tasks. A young woman with short, brown hair eventually made her way over, sliding two metal trays containing a plate of scrambled eggs and toast through the slot beneath.


    Alice thanked the girl before passing one of the trays to Vincent. The pair then made their way to one of the vacant tables in the far corner of the room and sat down across from each other.


    The two teens began to eat together as a comfortable silence fell over them. Vincent inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. The girl seemed to be in pleasant spirits, which was enough to lift his heavy heart. A warm smile graced his features as he took a moment to glance her over.


    The pale, pink, lace dress she wore was form-fitting, seeming to hug her curves just right. The white jacket she wore today was a bit more elaborate than the one she¡¯d worn the day before. The silver buttons appeared to be engraved with a rose pattern, which further accentuated the soft, feminine charm of her wardrobe. The sleeves were buttoned up to a three quarters sleeve, giving him a view of the blue band of her watch.


    The brunette gave a soft sigh of contentment. For the first time since his arrival, he felt a sense of peace and normalcy. The teen almost laughed. Okay, so as normal as a place like an underground military facility could possibly be.


    Vincent had taken about three forkfuls of his eggs when he heard footsteps quickly approaching from behind him. The boy barely had time to turn around before he was knocked to the ground, nearly banging his head on the table.


    ¡°J-Jonathan! What are you doing?!¡± Alice shouted in alarm as she scrambled to her feet.


    Dazed from the blow, Vincent gingerly rubbed the right side of his skull as the blonde knelt at his side. Looking up, he finally focused on his attacker.


    Jonathan folded his arms, his brown eyes glaring holes into the brunette. ¡°Do you have any idea what your little stunt yesterday caused? Huh?!¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s enough, Jonathan! Knock it off!¡± Alice ordered, rising to place a hand firmly against the boy¡¯s chest.


    The blond was backed up a few paces, baring a slightly wounded expression. ¡°Come on, Alice. You can¡¯t tell me he¡¯s gonna get off scot-free-¡±


    Seth appeared, giving an almost apologetic glance as he placed a hand on his friend¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Let the lieutenant handle it, John, okay?¡±


    Vincent looked away. He should have expected as much. So much for blending in¡­


    ¡°Look, Jonathan, I know you¡¯re upset, but Vincent had a good reason for doing what he did. You weren¡¯t there,¡± Alice soothed before pulling Vincent to his feet.


    ¡°No¡­my kid was,¡± Jonathan returned. ¡°Now there¡¯s no telling if he¡¯s going to have enough food to last through the ration!¡±


    Alice¡¯s brows furrowed. ¡°Ration?¡±


    Seth nodded. ¡°Yeah, we just got word from the commander. Pheora is in lockdown until further notice.¡±


    Alice gave an agitated sigh, biting her lip. ¡°Leo say what the plan is? What we¡¯re gonna do for aid? I mean, we do have a small stockpile.¡±


    Seth snorted, shaking his head. ¡°You¡¯re kidding, right?¡±


    Jonathan reached over, grabbing ahold of Vincent¡¯s shirt collar, leaning in. ¡°You better start thinking before you act. You pull something like that again, and not even the lieutenant is going to be able to save you,¡± he whispered darkly.


    Vincent swallowed, prying the boy¡¯s hand away. ¡°Look, I get it, okay?!¡±


    The group fell silent then. Alice placed a comforting hand on Vincent¡¯s shoulder, an act that didn¡¯t go unnoticed by Seth.


    The door to the cafeteria opened, drawing the lieutenant¡¯s attention as Kurt entered. Catching sight of her, he approached the group.


    ¡°I was just coming to find you, Alice,¡± the brunette murmured. Taking in the scene, he paused to glance among the four. ¡°Am¡­am I interrupting?¡±


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    Alice quickly shook her head, bringing a swift end to the matter. ¡°Not at all. We were all just saying good morning.¡± Glancing at Seth and Jonathan, she pinned them with a hard look. ¡°Right, boys?¡±


    Seth quickly nodded. Jonathan gave a noncommittal grunt, looking away.


    Kurt gave the group another awkward glance before shrugging. ¡°Oookay. Anyway, Leo wants to see us. He sent me to get you and Vincent.¡±


    Vincent gave an inward sigh. Oh, joy¡­


    Alice nodded before giving Vincent¡¯s shoulder a squeeze. ¡°Shall we, then?¡±


    Vincent turned to give the girl a smile, though he could hardly manage one at the moment. Instead, the boy merely nodded.


    The trio made to leave as Seth gently caught Alice¡¯s hand in passing, causing the blonde to pause. ¡°W-wait, Lieutenant. I kinda wanted to talk to you.¡±


    Catching the impatient glare from her brother, Alice gave an apologetic smile. ¡°Sorry. Look, we¡¯ll talk as soon as I get back, okay?¡±


    Seth rolled his eyes at Kurt before nodding. ¡°It¡¯s a date.¡±


    Alice snorted, a brief smile tugging at her lips as she patted the boy¡¯s shoulder before following Kurt and Vincent out of the cafeteria.


    ****


    Leo Derwent whistled a nameless tune as he sat in his leather chair, flipping through the latest field report he¡¯d been given. So far, everything had turned out as he¡¯d predicted.


    He sighed.


    Pheora would probably be in lockdown for at least the better part of three weeks. The boy had certainly made his job more difficult.


    A dark smile tugged at his lips. However, he wasn¡¯t commander for nothing. Where there was a will, there was a way. He would turn the tragedy into a benefit before the day was out. All he required was the necessary information. That¡¯s where his daughter would come in.


    The blond looked up as the door to his office opened, his visitors quietly filing in before moving to stand at his desk.


    Leo¡¯s blue eyes fell upon Vincent. The brunette¡¯s head was down, appearing to be doing his best to not be noticed by the commander.


    Leo gave a fox¡¯s grin. He couldn¡¯t blame the boy. If he¡¯d been in his shoes, he was quite positive he wouldn¡¯t want to be noticed either. Turning his attention to the young woman, he offered a small nod.


    ¡°Have a seat, Lieutenant.¡±


    Alice did as she was bid without much complaint, Vincent and Kurt choosing to remain standing behind her.


    Leo eyed the girl warily. He didn¡¯t like it. Something about her seemed¡­off. Guarded. The blond blew out a sigh. She was obviously still angry with him.


    ¡°I¡¯m skipping through the pleasantries this morning, if you don¡¯t mind,¡± the commander began. Receiving a nod of affirmation from the girl, he continued. ¡°Our informant has contacted us again. There was an error in communication, and they were prevented from meeting with us yesterday, but they have agreed to meet today at Rosehill diner.¡±


    ¡°You really think we can trust them? If they have so much to say, then why don¡¯t they use the proper channels?¡± Alice replied, a small amount of annoyance seeping into her tone. Honestly, she was quickly growing tired of playing messenger.


    ¡°Because they have insider information that they don¡¯t feel comfortable with just blurting over a radio channel. And thanks to your boy¡¯s little stunt yesterday, we need their information pertaining to possible supply lines,¡± Leo retorted, eyes narrowed in agitation.


    Alice sighed. Orders were orders. Sparing a glance at the amber-eyed boy behind her, she saw him hang his head. Folding her arms, she turned back to her father. ¡°So we at least have a set location this time?¡±


    Leo nodded. ¡°Correct. Wear the rose pin I gave you yesterday. We¡¯re using the same code phrase.¡±


    The lieutenant gave another sigh, rising from the chair. ¡°And are we going to offer any aid to the people of Pheora to get them through?¡±


    Commander Derwent chuckled, shaking his head. ¡°And what aid would you have us give, Alice? While it is unfortunate that they are suffering, we have to do everything in our power to keep our people¡¯s strength as close to peak as possible.¡±


    ¡°Leo, the last lockdown lasted almost an entire month. We can¡¯t just sit back and-¡±


    ¡°And maybe you¡¯ll keep that thought in mind while you¡¯re there today.¡± The commander paused, glancing at Vincent briefly, ¡°Perhaps it will inspire you to keep a closer watch on your men from now on.¡±


    Alice fumed. Whether from her own self-shame, or her father¡¯s perceived callousness, she didn¡¯t know. Her pale cheeks puffed out slightly. The lighting in the room dimmed.


    Leo quirked a brow as Vincent opened his mouth as if to say something. At the commander¡¯s penetrating glance, the boy sighed, snapping his mouth shut once more.


    ¡°Anyway, you¡¯ll want to head out. It¡¯s best we get this meeting done and over with as quickly as possible,¡± the commander finally stated, seeming to be unperturbed by the shift in atmosphere. That, or he simply chose to ignore it. Vincent assumed it was the latter.


    Kurt, obviously seeking to lighten the tense mood, chose that moment to speak. ¡°S-So, you also said you wanted to see me?¡±


    The blond nodded. ¡°Yes. You and Vincent will be going along as well.¡±


    Kurt balked. Not again! ¡°Wh-what? Me? I mean, I understand Vincent-¡± He paused, receiving a glare from the other boy. ¡°But why me? I am a technician, not a soldier.¡±


    ¡°And it¡¯s time you broadened your horizons,¡± Leo countered, shaking his head before waving them off. ¡°Anyway, I will leave everything to you, Lieutenant. I expect a full report when you get back.¡±


    Alice sighed, nodding in resignation as she made for the door, beckoning the boys after her.


    ****


    Vincent was silent as he continued to follow the other two teens down the hall to the loading docks. For what certainly wasn¡¯t the first time, Seth¡¯s words replayed in his mind.


    What you did today put her in more hot water than you even realize.


    The brunette sighed. So far, the girl seemed to be the only one willing to forgive him his oversight. At least Kurt seemed to be ignoring him for the time being. The thought nearly made the teen snort in disgust.


    Not a big loss.


    Upon reaching the loading docks, Kurt¡¯s eyes seemed to light up as he moved toward his car.


    ¡°Oh, no. Not this time. I¡¯m driving,¡± Alice stated as she gestured to a small, red SUV. ¡°We¡¯re taking this one.¡±


    Kurt frowned, pursing his lips. ¡°Oh, come on!¡±


    The blonde folded her arms, causing the boy to roll his eyes before sighing in defeat.


    Vincent bit the corner of his lip, hoping with all his might that the relief didn¡¯t show on his face as he made his way to the indicated vehicle. He paused when the blonde approached him, cloth in hand. Sighing in resignation, he closed his eyes.


    ¡°I really am sorry, Vincent. I hope you know that I don¡¯t like having to do this,¡± she murmured, securely fastening the blindfold.


    The brunette nodded, once again forcing a smile upon his face. ¡°It¡¯s okay, Lieutenant.¡±


    His sight then gave way to black. He missed the warm smile the girl gave him before turning to her brother as he opened the front-passenger door.


    ¡°Oh, no, you don¡¯t.¡±


    Kurt glared, pausing. ¡°Now what?¡±


    ¡°You ride in back today. Vincent¡¯s riding up front,¡± the lieutenant replied as she guided the blinded boy into the passenger seat.


    Kurt sighed in agitation. Retaliation for yesterday? He should have expected as much. It wouldn¡¯t be like her to just let such a statement go, he supposed. ¡°Fine,¡± he grumbled as he pulled the rear, right-passenger door open. ¡°You know¡­it isn¡¯t MY fault Dad chewed you out.¡±


    Hearing the door slam, Alice rolled her eyes. It¡¯s going to be one of those days¡­ With a sigh, the teen made her way around the vehicle to the driver¡¯s side and climbed in. Adjusting the seat to fit her small height, she smiled. It had been quite some time since she¡¯d gotten to drive.


    ¡°Everyone set?¡±


    Kurt merely huffed in the backseat, folding his arms. Vincent nodded.


    Alice started the car then, and the trio set out.


    Vincent leaned back in his seat as the car rolled gently along. The SUV offered a more pleasant experience than Kurt¡¯s ¡®car¡¯ had. However, it was quite difficult to fully relax while being unable to see. He reached his hand out, feeling for the armrest. He froze, feeling his fingers brush soft flesh instead.


    The warm hand he¡¯d brushed stiffened slightly before slowly curling around his own. Vincent swallowed, feeling his heart jump as their fingers slipped between one another¡¯s.


    ¡°Y-you doing alright, Vincent?¡±


    The boy felt his face warm. Her tone was gentle and soft. Almost as soft as the appendage he now held. ¡°I¡¯m¡­I¡¯m fine,¡± he finally managed.


    A loud scowl erupted from the backseat. ¡°I distinctly recall mentioning something about old habits yesterday,¡± Kurt quipped.


    ¡°Yeah, and I distinctly recall no one caring,¡± Alice retorted.


    Vincent held in a gasp as the hand he held grew warmer. Why? Why was such a simple act having such a profound impression on him? He gave a gentle squeeze. A sharp intake of breath was his reward. He smiled, feeling the muscles in her hand twitch lightly as she shyly returned the affectionate gesture.


    ¡°We could see if the commander cares.¡±


    Vincent felt the girl tense momentarily at the threat and frowned.


    ¡°Kurt, you can drop the intimidating, big brother act now,¡± Alice finally snapped.


    Vincent¡¯s brow quirked at the comment. ¡°But I thought you were siblings.¡±


    Alice sighed. ¡°We¡¯re adopted, Vincent.¡±


    The brunette frowned again. So they weren¡¯t actually brother and sister? Makes sense now. Alice is positively an angel, while he¡¯s¡­ The teen shook his head. It didn¡¯t matter. ¡°I had no idea.¡±


    ¡°It isn¡¯t something we just advertise,¡± Kurt muttered.


    ¡°So the commander isn¡¯t really your father?¡±


    Alice gave an awkward smile. ¡°W-well, he DID technically raise us both, so, in a way, he is. He may not be our biological father, but family isn¡¯t always blood.¡±


    Vincent contemplated the statement for a moment. He supposed it was true. He couldn¡¯t help but notice the number of youthful faces that seemed to comprise The Resistance. ¡°S-so, where are your real parents?¡±


    The brunette instantly regretted his question as soon as it left his lips. He heard the girl suck in a breath, almost as if she¡¯d been struck, her hand tensing within his own.


    ¡°My parents are dead, Vincent.¡±


    The girl¡¯s tone was almost a whisper, but with the atmosphere that had fallen over the interior of the car, it registered as clearly as a shout.


    ¡°Yeah, way to go for picking probably the worst subject you could have, numb-nuts,¡± Kurt uttered.


    Vincent glared, though no one could tell due to the blindfold he wore. ¡°I didn¡¯t know. I¡¯m sorry.¡±


    Kurt gave a sarcastic sound in reply.


    ¡°Yeah, well, what about yours?¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t know, and I don¡¯t care,¡± the boy spat. ¡°To tell you the truth, Vincent, I don¡¯t really give a rat¡¯s ass about my parents.¡±


    Vincent recoiled. What a terrible thing to say! The teen felt the girl squeeze his hand again, an obvious sign of displeasure with the topic.


    ¡°You¡¯re the one that should be concerned with parents, where you came from, and all that crap,¡± Kurt added after a moment.


    The car mercifully rolled to a stop then, bringing an end to the unpleasantries. The girl¡¯s hand fell away, and Vincent heard the sound of car doors opening.


    ¡°Did you HAVE to park so far away, Alice?¡± Kurt whined.


    The blonde rolled her eyes before walking around the vehicle to open the front-passenger door. ¡°Uh, LOCKDOWN, Kurt. Lockdown, plus unregistered vehicle, equals disaster.¡±


    The young scientist grumbled slightly as Alice removed Vincent¡¯s blindfold.


    Vincent squinted as his sight was returned to him. The weather didn¡¯t appear to be as agreeable as it had been the day before. While the sun was, indeed, shining, there was a gloomy overcast moving in from the north. At least the temperature was pleasant enough.


    ¡°Well, we better get walking. We still have a little way to go before we get into the city,¡± Alice murmured, hitting a button on the keychain she held.


    The SUV beeped, indicating its locked status.


    Vincent had to admit, though the trek seemed long, the journey into town wasn¡¯t entirely unpleasant. The trio had abandoned the main road in favor of the seclusion of the surrounding tree line. The distinct chirping of birds filled the air as they flapped about overhead.


    Upon reaching the outskirts of the city, the trio paused. The air was still and quiet. Too quiet.


    Alice¡¯s sapphire eyes narrowed as she hesitantly led the boys along. She didn¡¯t like it. She didn¡¯t like it at all. The streets were nearly vacant. Only hushed murmuring carried through the air from the few, isolated groups that populated the streets as they attempted to go about their daily lives.


    Strangely absent seemed to be the guards that Vincent had expected. He was almost positive that most would consider it an omen. Odd¡­


    Once they¡¯d reached the diner, the trio felt a small amount of relief wash over them as their eyes took in the small group of other patrons.


    Alice breathed a small sigh, adjusting the rose pin affixed to the collar of her jacket. She had barely remembered to put the thing on before they¡¯d left. The initial relief she¡¯d felt at finding the diner occupied was short-lived, however, as all eyes seemed to fall upon them as they entered the establishment.


    The blonde did her best to ignore the foreboding feeling weighing in her stomach as she led the way to a small, wooden table in the back.


    The diner appeared quite old. Its wooden floors creaked and squeaked with every shuffling movement. The wallpaper looked as though it hadn¡¯t been changed in years. Once a clean, vibrant white, it had gained a yellowish hue. Various religious symbols were on display, no doubt a mandate of The Order.


    An older man with a dark beard approached the table after a moment, a tall glass containing a pale liquid in hand. ¡°Good afternoon, Miss,¡± he greeted Alice directly, placing the glass on the table in front of her. ¡°One white lily. On the house.¡±


    The lieutenant¡¯s eyebrows ticked upward, feeling her heart begin to race as the man then briskly walked away. She glanced down, studying the drink for a moment. It was obviously alcoholic. She could tell that much just by the scent it gave off. It was a strange, sickly-sweet smell with an odd underlying odor.


    ¡°That¡¯s got to be our guy,¡± she heard Kurt whisper.


    She nodded numbly. It didn¡¯t make sense. Why would a simple, diner worker have information that would be even remotely useful to The Resistance?


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed. The girl was obviously under some form of internal stress. Though he failed to comprehend what could possibly be giving her such duress, her unease put him on edge.


    ¡°So¡­ You gonna drink that?¡± Kurt questioned, gesturing to the glass.


    Alice jerked her head up, quickly moving the glass out of her brother¡¯s reach as he made to slide it toward himself. ¡°Are you crazy?!¡± she whispered harshly. Glancing around the eerily quiet diner, she felt her heart plummet into her stomach.


    Once again, hushed murmuring and whispers seemed to be the only sounds heard as the trio exchanged glances.


    ¡°Listen, you two,¡± Alice began quietly, ¡°I have a bad feeling about this. I want you guys to, very slowly, get up and walk out that door.¡±


    ¡°What?!¡± Kurt whispered harshly, nearly leaping to his feet in alarm.


    Vincent¡¯s eyes widened, dread gripping his heart as he remained frozen in his seat next to the girl.


    ¡°Ow!¡± Kurt yelped when Alice kicked him under the table.


    ¡°I¡¯m serious, Kurt. Go on.¡±


    At the lieutenant¡¯s bidding, both boys stood up and slowly began shuffling for the door. They had made it less than two feet from their destination before the door suddenly burst open, the soldiers that had been strangely absent from the streets filing into the room in an instant.


    ¡°Everyone out!¡± one ordered.


    The leader, Vincent surmised. He frowned. They weren¡¯t the soldiers from the day before. These soldiers wore simple, silver armor. Their heads were adorned with elaborate helmets with red plumage.


    Kurt gave a sheepish smile, attempting to move by the dark-haired man to get to the door.


    The man pointed his rifle at them, making the boys freeze in their tracks. ¡°Not you two.¡±


    A blond man with a thick mustache joined him. ¡°Not another step, missy,¡± he quipped as Alice moved to stand.


    Kurt glanced between the men and his sister. She returned his worried expression. Shit!


    ¡°O12?¡± one of the soldiers questioned as he glanced Vincent over, his brown eyebrows furrowing in wonder. ¡°It really is you, isn¡¯t it? What the hell are you doing all the way out here¡­and with The Resistance?¡±


    Vincent cocked his head. 012? ¡°Huh?¡±


    Kurt glanced at the boy beside him. I knew it. I just knew the little puke was a mole!


    ¡°Jeremy, quit gawking. Go get the general on the radio. Tell him we got 012,¡± the man with black hair snapped.


    The brown-haired soldier hastily nodded, moving to the door.


    ¡°Wait! Boss, you¡¯re gonna want to come over here,¡± the blond soldier called, gesturing to Alice.


    ¡°I¡¯ll be a son of a bitch,¡± the dark-haired leader declared, catching sight of the girl as he made his way over. ¡°It can¡¯t be.¡±


    Alice tensed, sparing a glance at her hands as her temperature shifted. It was no good. Even if she could manage to get Vincent and Kurt out of here, what would she do to get them past the numbers they surely had waiting outside? Biting her lip, her eyes darted.


    ¡°Approximately five feet tall, about a hundred fifteen pounds, blonde hair and blue eyes¡­Alison Nichole Lynheart¡­the Golden Phoenix. Won¡¯t Vladsco be surprised?¡±


    Alice paled. She¡¯d heard the name before. Vladsco. That only meant one thing¡­Fort Brein¡­ The inescapable fortress¡­


    Vincent stared. Golden Phoenix?


    ¡°Alright, girl, up. Keep those hands where I can see them, Phoenix,¡± the blond soldier ordered.


    A few more soldiers shuffled over, all pointing weapons at the young woman as she slowly stood up from the table.


    Vincent watched in horror as another guard carried over what appeared to be a pair of metal gloves attached to one another by an iron bar, placing them on the girl¡¯s hands before shoving her, face first, into the nearby wall.


    Vincent glared. ¡°Let her go!¡±


    The brunette was quickly pulled back as he made a move toward his commanding officer.


    ¡°Hold it, 012.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s eyes narrowed at the brunette soldier. God, he wished he knew how to use his powers! ¡°My name is Vincent,¡± he spat. ¡°I don¡¯t know who you people think I am, but you¡¯re mistaken.¡±


    The band of armored men exchanged glances.


    ¡°The fool¡¯s been brainwashed,¡± one of the soldiers muttered, shaking his head as he removed the watch from Alice¡¯s wrist, tossing it to the ground and stomping on it.


    ¡°I¡¯ll have you know that I liked that watch,¡± the blonde quipped, giving a short yelp as she was jerked away from the wall.


    Kurt was cuffed and brought over then by another one of the men.


    ¡°Link them up and let¡¯s get out of here. I don¡¯t want to be in this backwater town any longer than I gotta be,¡± Captain Marcus barked. Glancing at the glaring Vincent, he spat a wad of phlegm onto the floor. ¡°And if 012 wants to play pretend; let him. We don¡¯t got time to be messing around. Vladsco will want a full report, and I ain¡¯t putting my neck on the chopping block.¡±

 Chapter 12: Into the Inferno

    Chapter 12: Into the Inferno


    Vincent coughed, sending a small cloud of dust wafting through the stale air of the holding cell. He sighed. What a fine mess they¡¯d gotten into now.


    The trio had been taken aboard a ship docked in the harbor of Pheora since their capture what the brunette boy was positive had to be nearly an hour ago. Truthfully, Vincent wasn¡¯t so sure they were even still in Pheora anymore.


    Highly unlikely¡­


    The teen sighed again, his eyes drifting to the cold, wooden floor. He glanced at the silver chain fastened around his ankle.


    ¡°I bet you¡¯re wishing you were up on deck with your buddies now, aren¡¯t ya, Vincent? Or should we call you 012?¡± Kurt muttered, finally speaking for the first time within the last forty minutes.


    Vincent rolled his eyes. The boy¡¯s accusing tone proved to be even more biting than the shackles he currently wore. ¡°I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll call me whatever you like.¡±


    ¡°Well, face facts, Vincent: It doesn¡¯t look too good for you right now,¡± the brunette returned.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know if you¡¯ve noticed, but things don¡¯t exactly look good for any of us. Any more obvious statements you want to make, Kurt?¡± Alice quipped.


    ¡°They recognized him, Alice,¡± Kurt returned. ¡°I knew when we found those dog tags on him that we should¡¯ve just gotten rid of him.¡±


    Vincent glared.


    Alice¡¯s brows furrowed. What? ¡°What dog tags?¡±


    Vincent sighed as Kurt pointed an accusing finger at him. ¡°When you brought him in, your ¡®Mr. Dreamboat¡¯, over there, had dog tags from The Order around his neck. Where do you think we got the name, Vincent, from? We didn¡¯t pull it out of a cereal box!¡±


    The blonde frowned. Why hadn¡¯t they told her? She spared a glance at the amber-eyed boy. The very notion was absurd! He was a Touched!


    ¡°Kurt, you ran the bio test on him yourself. He¡¯s a Touched,¡± Alice returned. ¡°Use your head. You know that doesn¡¯t make any sense.¡±


    ¡°Now that all depends on when he got infected, now doesn¡¯t it? What if that¡¯s why he was shot?¡±


    Vincent closed his eyes against the headache he could feel beginning to form at the back of his skull. ¡°Would you mind keeping your story straight, Kurt? If that was true, then I wouldn¡¯t be working for them anyway. So which is it? Am I a spy, or am I a rogue?¡±


    The young scientist fumed. ¡°I don¡¯t know; you tell us!¡±


    ¡°Look, I don¡¯t care where he came from. The point is: He¡¯s on our side. In case you weren¡¯t paying attention, he¡¯s in here with us,¡± Alice snapped.


    The blonde winced. Her arms were beginning to grow tired from the heavy, metal mitts she wore. They also itched something fierce!


    Giving a soft sigh, she continued. ¡°We can speculate all we want about who he was, or what he may have done, but what matters is what he¡¯s doing now. And, right now, he¡¯s surviving¡­just like us.¡±


    ¡°Not to mention that it¡¯s kind of obvious that I¡¯m, well, different,¡± Vincent commented, glancing at his blurry reflection in the metal of his shackles.


    Alice¡¯s gaze softened. Even among The Touched, the boy was different. The concept saddened her. His eyes were beautiful, and they obviously made him uncomfortable. ¡°Th-that¡¯s true. I¡¯ve¡­never seen eyes like yours.¡±


    Vincent raised his eyes to meet hers, smiling for the first time in well over two hours.


    Kurt made a gagging sound in the back of his throat.


    Alice glared. ¡°What?¡±


    The brunette rolled his eyes dramatically. ¡°You don¡¯t have to say it like that.¡±


    Sapphire eyes narrowed dangerously. ¡°Like what?¡± she questioned again.


    The boy was REALLY starting to get on her nerves. Did he have to scrutinize everything she said? Everything she did?


    Old habits appear to be resurfacing, and history doesn¡¯t need to repeat itself¡­


    Alice quickly shook her head, the negative thought sending a jolt down her spine. No. She had made a mistake with Julius. A mistake that would NOT be repeated.


    ¡°Saying it all smitten-like,¡± Kurt quipped.


    The lieutenant could feel the heat creep up her spine, despite her best efforts. Curse that boy! ¡°I-I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about,¡± she muttered, looking anywhere but her two companions as she slowly sat down.


    Vincent frowned. So much for the momentary respite and comfort.


    ¡°Sure you don¡¯t,¡± Kurt huffed.


    ¡°You wanna lay off her for once?!¡± Vincent snapped.


    Kurt shrugged. ¡°Look, your boyfriend is already sticking up for you. Real cute,¡± he snarkily spat.


    Alice opened her mouth to reply, but Vincent was quicker.


    ¡°What happened to you? What happened to you that was so bad that you have to make everyone around you as miserable as you are?¡± The boy paused. ¡°And I don¡¯t buy for one second that you could hate your parents that much.¡±


    Alice winced. Ouch. She cast a sympathetic glance toward her brother. For all his faults, she knew that talking about his past wasn¡¯t an easy thing for him to deal with.


    Kurt¡¯s lips drew into a tight line. ¡°You bastard. You got your nerve,¡± he spat venomously, his dark eyes narrowing.


    ¡°And you¡¯re getting on the very last of mine, so it¡¯s time to start talking,¡± Vincent returned coolly.


    After a few more moments of heated glares, the teen scientist gave a sigh as he looked away. He brushed a hand through his bangs, a difficult task while wearing handcuffs. ¡°What do you want me to say, Vincent? You expecting me to break down and sob about how my own parents called me a monster? How they threw me away to save their own skin?¡±


    Vincent recoiled. He closed his eyes. That explained a lot¡­ ¡°I-I¡¯m so sorry¡­¡±


    Alice frowned, looking away. If she wasn¡¯t bound, herself, she would¡¯ve been able to offer her brother at least some form of physical reassurance. Circumstances being what they were, she could merely nudge him quietly.


    I¡¯m here. That¡¯s what her eyes seemed to be attempting to say as he returned her gaze. The brunette bit his lip, averting his eyes again. He hated when she looked at him like that. He didn¡¯t need her to pity him. As long as she was fighting those bastards on the front lines, he didn¡¯t care. Perhaps, one day, all these stolen years would be nothing more than a bad dream.


    Time seemed to freeze for a moment as the cell seemed to slip into a realm of its own. The air grew still and quiet. Water dripped from the ceiling from time to time as the shuffling of boots sounded overhead.


    The crew carrying on about their duties, the teens assumed.


    ¡°So¡­any idea where they¡¯re taking us?¡± Vincent finally asked, breaking the silence and wisely changing the subject.


    ¡°Fort Brein,¡± Alice stated glumly with a heavy sigh.


    Vincent cocked his head. ¡°Where¡¯s that?¡±


    ¡°Somewhere we¡¯re never coming out of,¡± Kurt quipped, shaking his head in exasperation. ¡°What do you care? You¡¯re the traitor.¡±


    Vincent scowled. ¡°I thought we already went over this.¡±


    ¡°Oh, this is only the beginning,¡± Kurt returned.


    ¡°Yeah, so you better save your energy,¡± Alice replied. ¡°You¡¯re going to need it.¡±


    Kurt frowned. ¡°Yeah? Well, what about you, Miss Lieutenant? You think they won¡¯t have some nasty, little surprises for you?¡±


    Alice swallowed. Though she did her best to hide it, the apprehension was clear in her tone. ¡°You think I don¡¯t know that?¡± The blonde drew in a deep breath. She had to be strong. They were counting on her. ¡°But,¡± she continued a bit more forcefully, ¡°I also know it won¡¯t do any good to go falling to pieces just yet.¡±


    Kurt sighed, flopping down onto the ground without much grace. The jangling of chains accompanied the ¡®thump¡¯. ¡°I¡¯m not falling to pieces,¡± he reasoned, ¡°I¡¯m merely being realistic.¡±


    Vincent joined the other two teens on the floor, heaving a sigh of his own. The girl was right. It wouldn¡¯t do any good to lose their heads. There would be plenty of time for that later¡­ The grim notion brought a shudder down the boy¡¯s spine, and he quickly shook his head to banish it.


    Alice let her head tilt back to rest against the wall of the ship as she closed her eyes. Her entire military career had been filled with horror stories of Fort Brein. Unfortunately, even with all the tales she¡¯d been told, she failed to recall a single one involving a successful escape.


    The blonde opened her eyes to gaze at her brother and new cadet. She felt the resolve steel within her. She didn¡¯t know what would happen to them when they arrived, but she was sure of one thing: She WOULD protect them¡­at all costs.


    ****


    The shuffling of heavy boots drew the young woman from her slumber. Her sapphire eyes snapped open, unaware she¡¯d even fallen asleep until now. The clattering of metal against bars sounded, followed by discontent murmuring and shouting.


    ¡°Look alive, you heathens!¡±


    Quickly rising to her feet, Alice made her way to the front of their cell to peer out the bars. A few soldiers were walking around, banging on the cell bars to gain the attention of their captives. So far, counting themselves, Alice had counted nearly forty prisoners.


    The blonde blinked.


    Wait. It seemed like there were a whole lot more now. Sixty? Eighty? The boat must have made a stop along their route as she was sleeping.


    What time was it?


    The teen whipped her head around, glancing at the tiny window high upon the wall. Light was still leaking through, though, judging by the eerie shadows beginning to play across the floor, she supposed it was early evening. Perhaps four or five in the afternoon.


    ¡°What¡¯s happening, Alice?¡± Kurt mumbled as he pulled himself to his feet.


    ¡°I think we¡¯ve arrived.¡±


    Both Kurt and Vincent grimaced.


    ¡°Alright, you three, back up against the wall,¡± a guard with a thick, black mustache ordered as he stopped in front of their cell.


    The three teens frowned, but nodded amongst themselves, finding it best to remain compliant for the time being.


    The guard was then joined by four others. The jangling of keys could be heard as the cell finally creaked open.


    For a moment, if only for a split second, Alice¡¯s eyes darted to the exit. There were only five of them¡­ The blonde shook her head. She didn¡¯t know what awaited them on the upper deck. Fort Brein¡¯s location had always been a mystery. What if they were stranded on some desolate island?


    The fleeting moment ended, and the blonde closed her eyes. No. A better opportunity would surely present itself. They needed more information on their surroundings first.


    The guards, with their weapons trained on them at all times, quickly ushered them out onto the deck of the ship where they were joined by the rest of the other poor, unfortunate prisoners. The sickening feeling of dread was almost tangible as the group finally laid eyes upon their destination.


    Great, tall towers stretched upward, almost seeming to touch the sky. Blood-red flags adorned the four peaks, giving the structure the appearance of a hulking, medieval castle. From the distance they were, the soldiers scurrying about on the tall, stone walls appeared no larger than ants. All in all, it was the sort of structure you would almost expect to be accompanied by a thunderclap or flash of lightning on a dark, haunting night.


    Great! All that¡¯s missing now is Dracula¡­and maybe Frankenstein¡¯s monster¡­ Alice shook her head at the dark, yet amusing, thought. She heard Kurt¡¯s breath hitch beside her, and she did her best to give her brother a reassuring glance.


    Kurt had never seen such a large prison complex. It easily dwarfed Leo¡¯s base. The teen bit his lip. How were they supposed to get out of this one?


    Vincent drew in a shuddering breath, feeling his stomach twist into knots. So this was it, huh? He looked beside him to his commanding officer. He frowned.


    ¡°Alright, you lot, welcome to your all-expenses-paid vacation,¡± a voice boomed, bringing a swift end to the hushed murmurs.


    The group was marched off the ship, one by one, and was greeted by a tall, lanky man with broad shoulders, thin mustache, and brown hair.


    ¡°Ladies,¡± the brunette greeted, ¡°welcome to Fort Brein. Line up!¡±


    The group of prisoners did as they were ordered with little complaint, not that they were presented much in the way of choices. After all, who is going to disobey someone with an assault rifle pointed at them?


    ¡°I¡¯m sure you¡¯ve all heard the rumors about our little establishment. I can assure you¡­it¡¯s even worse than the little bedtime stories you¡¯ve heard,¡± the man¡¯s voice came again. ¡°Here, at the fort, we have a few rules,¡± the brunette began, ¡°But first, we need to have introductions. I am Lieutenant Egan Grant. You will address me only as Sir. You will all be addressed as maggot. Any questions?¡±


    One prisoner, a man looking to be in his mid-thirties, appeared as though he would say something.


    Alice winced at the sudden, loud popping of gunfire. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she bit her lip at the sight of the man¡¯s, now lifeless, body. Blood trickled from his ears, forming a morbid pool below him.


    ¡°Do I have your attention now?¡±


    Alice quickly turned back to face their captor as he began speaking again. She could feel Kurt flinch beside her.


    ¡°That brings me to rule number one. If I don¡¯t like you; you die. Now we¡¯re going to have us a little bit of exercise. The fort is about a mile straight back. Let¡¯s have a little jog, shall we? You fall behind; you die. You try to run; you die. Are we clear?¡±


    The group wisely remained silent.


    Vincent swallowed nervously as the group of prisoners began to move. This was all surreal. Surely he was having the worst, most realistic nightmare of his life? Falling into step next to Alice, he began jogging with the rest of them.


    Alice did her best to keep her eyes trained on the fortress as she kept up her pace, attempting to ignore the random, popping gunfire behind her. Stragglers¡­


    ¡°Pick it up!¡± Grant yelled, accompanied by two more rounds of gunfire.


    By the time the fence lining the outskirts of the prison came into view, the group of about seventy-five had dwindled to nearly sixty. The group panted, most likely not trained for physical exertion of any kind. Some fell to their knees, others collapsed unceremoniously to the ground.


    Alice did her best not to show the sheer relief she felt when both Kurt and Vincent reappeared to her left. The blonde closed her eyes, feeling her heart skip a beat. Thank God!


    Kurt panted as he paused to catch his breath. He was mildly annoyed that neither Vincent nor Alice seemed to be in a remotely similar physical state. Okay, so he could understand why Alice wouldn¡¯t be, but Vincent¡­


    There was a loud, buzzing sound as the prison gates opened then, and the group was ushered inside. The gates immediately closed behind them, extinguishing all hopes of escape for the time being.


    ¡°Alright, line up against the wall, hurry up!¡± Grant barked again as he walked around the group to face them once more. ¡°Take a good, long look at those towers up there. Turrets. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, the boys are up there target practicing. I suggest you don¡¯t draw unnecessary attention to yourselves.¡±


    Alice¡¯s eyes quickly surveyed their surroundings. So far, it looked to be a typical, open prison courtyard. Long, stone walls topped with barbed wire ran along the perimeter. Her attention drifted to a small band of people dressed in orange union suits as they busily dug the earth with their shovels. There were about five or so of them. Three guards supervised.


    The girl blinked in horror as they were allowed to dig a while longer before being shot, their bodies disappearing into the large holes they¡¯d dug. The guards chuckled amongst themselves before walking away, not bothering to bestow a proper burial.


    ¡°Rule number two: You speak only when spoken to. Now, a lot of my boys, here, have itchy trigger fingers. You probably heard that on the way up. They just love prey that screams and runs. Don¡¯t do either. Rule three: No complaining. That will get you time in The Hole with Tom,¡± Grant informed, gesturing to a large hole in the ground a few yards away.


    ¡°The Hole?¡±


    Lieutenant Grant¡¯s eyes narrowed at the interruption. A collective gasp shot through the crowd as he raised his weapon again, pulling the trigger.


    The young, blond man who¡¯d spoken fell then, causing those nearest to him to give a deadly shriek and jump as blood began to pool underneath him.


    ¡°Rule number 4: Unnecessary questions will get you killed,¡± Grant shrugged.


    The crowd grew deadly silent then.


    ¡°And just in case some of you were considering utilizing that savagery your disgusting, little disease has given you; don¡¯t. That will get you time in The Hole as well,¡± The brunette continued. ¡°You will all be outfitted with tracking devices at medical, but first-¡± He paused, his brown eyes quickly scanning the crowd. ¡°There are still too many of you. Let¡¯s see¡­¡± He paused again to point to two young men toward the back of the crowd. ¡°You two!¡±


    The two young men, one of which was a scraggly-looking redhead, froze.


    Grant reached to his hip, unfastening a six-inch blade. He tossed it onto the ground before them. ¡°Winner takes all.¡± A sadistic smirk played across his lips. ¡°And by all; I mean you get to live.¡±


    The two men glanced at each other briefly, the blond one of the two not wasting any time diving for the weapon.


    They sized one another up, the blond swinging the weapon in a few jabbing motions from overhead. The red-headed male dodged the first blow, yelping as a second connected. Blood poured from the fresh wound on his shoulder. Quickly dragging himself to his feet, he lunged for his foe with a snarl not totally different from a wounded animal.


    Steeling himself, the blond swung the weapon again, his green eyes widening when the redhead latched onto his wrist.


    Giving a hard twist, the redhead relieved his adversary of his weapon. Not seeming to think twice, he plunged the blade into the blond¡¯s neck.


    A thick, gurgling sound was heard as the man fell then, blood erupting from the fatal injury to form a morbid, macabre pool.


    Lieutenant Grant clapped. ¡°Good show. Now drop it.¡±


    The redhead blinked, his eyes widening a moment later. Gunfire pierced the air once more, claiming yet another victim.


    Alice bit her lip, looking away as her stomach twisted. These barbarians would pay!


    Grant shrugged again. ¡°There is to be no hesitation. You hesitate; you die. As a matter of fact, you breathe wrong; you die.¡± The brunette retrieved his blade from the ground, fastening it back to his hip before turning to the group once more. ¡°Now, before we continue, I see we have a celebrity with us,¡± he smiled as his eyes fell upon Alice.


    Alice went rigid as he flashed a dark smile her way.


    ¡°Well, hello, Golden Phoenix.¡±


    Alice felt her skin crawl, and she shuddered at the faux-friendly inflection. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Vincent¡¯s eyes widen as he bit his lip in a clear show of apprehension. Drawing in a deep breath, she steeled herself. She couldn¡¯t show her fear.


    Low murmuring swept through the crowd once more as those in the back attempted to see what was happening. Sick, morbid curiosity.


    Grant¡¯s eyes narrowed when the girl gave no answer. ¡°Speak up, my dear.¡± Pausing, the man clapped his hands together gleefully. ¡°I got it! Why don¡¯t you give it a whirl?¡± he suggested. Moving to unclip his blade once more, he added, ¡°I¡¯ll even let you pick your opponent.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m flattered, but I wouldn¡¯t want to disappoint everyone here,¡± Alice finally murmured, ¡°It wouldn¡¯t be much of a match.¡±


    Hearty laughter erupted from the brunette¡¯s lips for a moment before his eyes narrowed again. He pinned the blonde with a predatory smile. ¡°Oh, I think you misunderstand. You don¡¯t have a choice, girl.¡± His smile grew as he pressed the blade to her throat.


    Vincent opened his mouth, intent on drawing the man¡¯s attention away from the young blonde. Before he could speak, however, a tall man with ebony hair appeared behind the lieutenant and placed a heavy hand upon his shoulder.


    ¡°Put that away, before I¡¯m forced to use it on you,¡± the man grumbled in a thick, Slavic accent. ¡°No one touches this one.¡± His eyes fell upon Alice briefly before he addressed the crowd. ¡°Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hell. I am General Andro Davor Vladsco.¡±


    Murmuring broke out once more, though Alice hardly paid much attention to the prisoners anymore. Her hard, sapphire gaze fixated solely upon the older brunette. It had to be him; the man responsible for ruining her life!


    The blonde had no more time to think on the matter as the man quickly continued.


    ¡°Don¡¯t mistake my age for softness. My many years of service to our fine Emperor have left me a bit¡­cold to your pleas for mercy.¡±


    Vincent blinked as the man stopped in front of him.


    ¡°012?¡±


    Vincent blinked again. ¡°Vincent,¡± he corrected.


    A yelp was torn from the boy¡¯s lips as the man quickly grabbed his shirt collar, wrenching him from the line.


    ¡°What are you playing at?¡±


    Vincent cocked his head. ¡°What do you mean?¡±


    Vladsco¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°If this is some sort of game you¡¯re playing, 012, I am not amused.¡± Pausing, the brunette turned to Grant. ¡°Get 010 out here. He¡¯ll want to see this for himself,¡± he ordered, a dark smile gracing his lips as he turned back to the boy. ¡°This should prove to be quite interesting.¡±


    Grant nodded, taking his leave.


    Alice bit her lip in apprehension. These people were certainly convinced that Vincent was this 012 character. Her pale eyebrows furrowed. It had to be a case of mistaken identity, and when that was found out¡­


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    ¡°Well, well, well, what a crowd we have today,¡± a voice drawled after a moment.


    All eyes seemed to travel to the far-right side of the courtyard as a new figure emerged. His dark, raven hair was clipped modestly short, his sapphire eyes gleaming contentedly as he glanced over the group.


    The brunette sauntered across the yard, stopping when he caught sight of Alice.


    The blonde grew rigid.


    ¡°Oh, my, did someone bring me a present?¡± he inquired impishly, his eyes wandering her profile before settling on her face. ¡°Just my taste¡­¡±


    Alice felt herself shudder but resisted any physical reaction as his eyes continued to bore into her own. The young male raised a hand to her cheek. The blonde resisted the instinctual recoil, her eyes unflinching. She nearly leapt out of her skin when he brushed a thumb along her cheekbones, then across her lips¡­


    ¡°I might need a little extra time to play with this one,¡± he purred seductively.


    There was a brief flicker of apprehension in the girl¡¯s eyes, but the moment quickly ended as Alice opened her mouth to sink her teeth into the offending digit.


    The boy howled in agony as the girl¡¯s canines sank into his thumb, preventing him from wrenching his hand away.


    Alice maintained her hold, a delicate, copper taste beginning to fill her mouth. Her sapphire eyes slammed shut as the boy drew back his opposite fist, delivering a solid blow to the left side of her head.


    The crowd began to grow restless, quickly backing away as the blonde was then knocked to the ground by a second blow to her face. The teen coughed as the air was forcefully expelled from her lungs by the boot that struck her ribcage.


    ¡°010!¡± Vladsco snapped, his eyes narrowing as the boy delivered a second kick to his downed victim.


    His hand now free, Cain winced as he rubbed his injury. Blood dripped from the wound as he glared at the fresh punctures cut into his flesh.


    ¡°If you are quite done biting off more than you can chew, boy, get over here!¡± Vladsco sternly demanded.


    The brunette watched as the blonde slowly pulled herself to her feet, sending another glare in her direction before joining the general. His eyes widened, his pale skin draining of all color once he laid eyes upon the figure standing next to Vladsco.


    I-it¡­it can¡¯t be! The bastard was dead!


    ¡°Isn¡¯t it nice to see your younger brother again, 010?¡± Vladsco drawled, glancing between the two boys as they regarded each other warily


    Kurt ground his teeth. He knew it! I KNEW that little prick wasn¡¯t to be trusted! He spared a glance at his sister as she slowly moved to stand beside him once more. He winced as he watched her dap lightly at the blood that had begun to trickle from her mouth and nose, though there was little she could do with the iron mitts she wore.


    ¡°W-welcome back, 012,¡± Cain greeted slowly, his tone hesitant.


    Vincent¡¯s amber eyes darted from his two comrades in the crowd to his ¡®brother¡¯. Brother? He shook his head, a sigh escaping his lips. ¡°You can spare me the pleasantries.¡±


    Cain¡¯s eyes widened. Wh-what the hell? He...he never talked before!


    ¡°You came from Pheora, yes?¡± Vladsco questioned, seemingly unfazed by Cain¡¯s reaction.


    Vincent nodded. ¡°That¡¯s right. I was instrumental in assisting in the capture of the Golden Phoenix.¡±


    Alice felt the gasp leave her lungs long before her ears registered it, feeling her brother go rigid beside her.


    Vladsco eyed the boy for a moment before nodding. ¡°I see. You must be quite tired. 010, take 012 inside.¡±


    Cain bit his lip in apprehension, but nodded nonetheless.


    Alice¡¯s eyes widened as she caught Vincent¡¯s almost apologetic glance before he walked away.


    Once the pair had left, Vladsco turned his attention to the young, battered blonde. ¡°Speaking of the Golden Phoenix,¡± he began as he marched over to stand in front of her. ¡°I have heard so much about you from my colleagues. I must say that it is quite an honor to make your acquaintance.¡±


    ¡°Can¡¯t say the feeling¡¯s mutual,¡± the blonde returned.


    The general gave a click of his tongue, shaking his head. ¡°My dear girl, where are your manners?¡± he quipped. He paused, glancing the girl over. ¡°And dressing like that¡­ You call yourself a soldier? It would appear to me as though you¡¯re seeking attention.¡±


    Alice opened her mouth to reply, only to snap it shut a moment later as the thin straps holding her dress upon her shoulders were suddenly cut away. Her white jacket was then ripped off of her, leaving her in nothing more than her white, lace panties and bra. The young soldier¡¯s eyes widened, and she quickly averted her gaze to her feet.


    Kurt could do no more than glare as he watched his sister. Her hands being cuffed in the manner in which they were, she was unable to even cover herself.


    Catching the brunette¡¯s venomous glare, the general turned his attention to the boy. ¡°You have a problem, boy? I¡¯m sorry. Perhaps her clothing still isn¡¯t suitable.¡± Pausing, he handed the knife he held to Kurt. ¡°You do the honors. A little more off the top, please.¡±


    Kurt froze, staring in disbelief at the knife he now held in his hands before sparing his sister an apprehensive glance. She wouldn¡¯t meet his eyes.


    The general glared when the boy¡¯s pause had been too long. ¡°Now, boy. We don¡¯t have all day.¡±


    Kurt flinched but remained unmoving. His eyes darted through the crowd. He wouldn¡¯t. He wouldn¡¯t humiliate her like that! He winced, hissing through bared teeth as Vladsco grabbed the back of his hair and yanked his head back.


    ¡°Either the bra goes, or I start carving flesh.¡±


    Kurt bit his lip, feeling his eyes sting with tears as he looked to Alice once more. It¡¯s¡­it¡¯s to save her. With the thought in mind, he gave a flick of his wrist.


    Alice was unable to help the strangled gasp that rushed past her lips as the last article of clothing covering her torso was severed in two. Feeling the air brush against her, now bare, breasts, the teen slammed her eyes shut. Forgetting herself, she dropped to her knees and curled over herself. She cursed the hot tears rapidly forming in her eyes.


    ¡°On your feet, Phoenix.¡±


    The blonde rasped out a breath at the general¡¯s order. She couldn¡¯t. She felt her legs begin to tremble and bit her lip. She would rather die than allow them all to see her face now.


    Vladsco shrugged, turning to Kurt once more. ¡°Perhaps you should help the lady.¡±


    Kurt¡¯s dark eyes widened once more. Hadn¡¯t she been through enough already?!


    ¡°Did I stutter, boy? Or do you simply like what you see a bit too much?¡±


    Kurt wildly shook his head.


    Vladsco¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°I have no use for liars. Do so again, and I¡¯ll have your tongue cut out. Do you understand, boy?¡±


    Kurt nodded.


    ¡°Then what are you waiting for? Be a gentleman and kindly assist the lady,¡± the general ordered again.


    Kurt bit his lip in contemplation for only a moment longer before slowly reaching a hand down to his shivering sister. His brows furrowed when she failed to take it. Come on, Alice. Quickly shaking his head, he reached down again, this time taking her hand within his own and hauling her up.


    Snickering erupted amongst the guards, causing Alice to pinch her eyes shut once more as she grit her teeth in anger. They would all pay. She would take great pleasure in burning them all to ashes!


    ¡°That¡¯s enough, you filthy degenerates!¡± Vladsco barked, causing silence to take ahold of the group once more. ¡°And you call these people heathens?¡±


    Discontent murmuring shot through the crowd again.


    Vladsco¡¯s eyes narrowed. Quickly removing the handgun he carried at his hip, he turned and shot the interruption. He fell unceremoniously to the ground. ¡°I may be nearly seventy years old, but I¡¯m still the meanest son of a bitch in this compound. The lot of you would do well to remember that.¡± Turning away from the prisoners, he waved a hand to one of the guards in signal. ¡°Hose them down before you bring them in. I¡¯m not in the business of keeping swine.¡±


    ****


    Cain regarded the boy walking beside him warily. So far, he appeared to be perfectly normal. This wouldn¡¯t ordinarily be a problem, except he knew that 012 was far from normal. ¡°S-so¡­ Pheora, huh?¡±


    Vincent nodded, allowing a small yawn to escape his lips. ¡°Yes, isn¡¯t that what I already said?¡±


    Cain swallowed. ¡°But how did you find Golden Phoenix?¡± And why are you alive?


    The amber-eyed boy raised a hand to his temple. ¡°The details are fuzzy. I remember being sent on a mission. I¡­think they did something to me back at their base.¡±


    Cain quirked a brow. ¡°You were inside their base?¡±


    Vincent rolled his eyes as they continued down the long hall. ¡°Yes,¡± he murmured simply.


    In the distance, he could hear the cries and clamors of what he assumed were prisoners. The stone walls weren¡¯t much to look at. Everything seemed blanketed in shadow, a stark contrast to the bright sunshine filtering in from the few windows he saw dotting the hallways.


    Cain nodded, appearing to accept the answer for the time being. ¡°So did you meet Derwent?¡±


    Vincent¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°And if I did?¡±


    Cain eyed the boy as he paused in front of a steel door at the end of the hallway. ¡°It would be useful information to share. So how did you manage to infiltrate?¡±


    Vincent gave the boy a suspicious look. ¡°Well, I was wounded.¡± His eyes narrowed again. ¡°Someone shot me, and they took me for one of their own. Funny how that works, huh, 010?¡±


    Cain paled. Giving a soft chuckle, he opened the door, revealing a marble staircase. ¡°That¡¯s quite clever of you, I must say.¡± He rolled his sapphire eyes. ¡°And you can quit with the code number crap, Vincent.¡±


    Vincent allowed the raven-haired boy to lead him up the stairs and into another long hall. The upper floor was a complete contrast to the lower. Additional windows allowed for more natural light, casting the hall in an almost golden glow. A long, red rug ran the length of the hallway as far as he could see, giving of the impression of royalty.


    Amber eyes took in the symbol etched into the stone walls. It was the same, star-like symbol that had been engraved into the dog tag he¡¯d had on him when he¡¯d arrived at the base of The Resistance.


    ¡°Well, I suppose you¡¯ll want to retire to your room, then?¡± Cain murmured, turning to the boy once more.


    Vincent regarded him suspiciously for another moment, then nodded. ¡°That would be preferable.¡±


    Cain gave a dramatic bow, gesturing with a hand down the hallway. ¡°After you, then.¡±


    Vincent gave a sigh. ¡°I thought you were here to escort me, brother.¡±


    Cain shrugged. ¡°You don¡¯t need me to find your room.¡±


    ¡°I told you that my head is a bit foggy at the moment. What part of ¡®they drugged me¡¯ escapes you?¡±


    Cain frowned, eyeing the boy carefully again. Something wasn¡¯t quite right, though drugging would explain a lot. The brunette sighed. ¡°Fine,¡± he muttered as he led the way down the hall before turning down a corridor on the right.


    Vincent remained silent as he continued to follow. It didn¡¯t seem long before they stopped in front of a door near the end of the hall.


    Cain gestured him inside.


    Vincent gazed in appreciation as the door was opened to reveal a large room furnished with a large desk in the center. A sizable window occupied the back wall, bathing the room in an almost cheerful light. A large bed occupied the back-left corner of the room, though it looked as though it hadn¡¯t been slept in for quite some time.


    ¡°Will there be anything else, Your Highness?¡± Cain questioned in a mocking tone from the doorway as he leaned upon the doorframe.


    ¡°Actually, there is,¡± Vincent replied as he turned to face him. ¡°You see, I believe I deserve a reward for my hard work. I require Golden Phoenix be brought to me.¡±


    Cain quirked a brow. ¡°Vladsco says no one touches her. Since when did you take an interest in women anyway?¡±


    Vincent shrugged. ¡°I fail to see where that¡¯s any of your business. Now, are you going to retrieve her for me, or am I going to have to speak with the general about my injuries? They do still pain me, you know?¡±


    Cain frowned, glaring at the boy for a moment. And I thought I was the arrogant one. ¡°Fine. If DAD has any objections, I will let him take them up with you. Don¡¯t expect me to cover for you if you damage his little ¡®trophy¡¯.¡±


    Cain stalked out of the room then, leaving Vincent alone for the time being.


    Dad?


    ****


    Alice gave a weak cough as she continued to pace in the cell they¡¯d thrown her into. She had lost track of Kurt. She hadn¡¯t even seen where they¡¯d taken him after placing them all into their prison union suits. She grit her teeth against the pain that throbbed through her side where she¡¯d been kicked.


    The blonde sighed. At least she wasn¡¯t chained to the walls like some of the others she¡¯d witnessed on the way in. She supposed it was due to her identity that they kept her isolated. And where was Vincent?


    Vincent¡­


    The teen shook her head. It didn¡¯t make any sense. Even if his memory had returned, why would he, a Touched, be working with The Order? Did they not know of his having the virus?


    She had no more time to think on the matter as the sound of footsteps reached her ears. Cain and two other soldiers appeared in front of her cell.


    ¡°Alright, jaws, think you can keep the biting to a minimum? I have someone that wants to see you,¡± Cain quipped as he reached into his pocket to retrieve a set of keys.


    Alice¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Afraid I don¡¯t feel much like company.¡±


    Cain shrugged. ¡°Well, then bite him and see what happens.¡± He smirked. ¡°Though, I wouldn¡¯t exactly push my luck with 012, if I were you.¡±


    Vincent¡­


    ¡°Up against the wall,¡± one of the guards ordered as he moved to open the cell.


    Alice glared but complied with the request. She couldn¡¯t help the undeniable sense of apprehension as she began to follow the guards, and Cain, down the long halls. She tuned out the loud cries of the prisoners as they continued to clamor for attention. Somehow, she got the impression that quiet wasn¡¯t exactly a common occurrence here.


    A sigh left the girl¡¯s lips as she was marched up the stairs and into another long hallway. She held in the gasp of astonishment. Okay, so the upper floors of this vile place were absolutely beautiful! She supposed she shouldn¡¯t be all that surprised. After all, it served as a home of sorts for the higher-ups.


    Cain opened a door near the end of the next hallway, quickly pushing her inside.


    Alice swallowed as her eyes drank in the room. It looked like a royal chamber!


    ¡°Welcome, Golden Phoenix,¡± a hauntingly familiar voice greeted.


    Alice turned her head to find Vincent peering at her as he sat upon the bed in the corner. Her eyes darted warily. How had she not seen him sitting there?!


    Cain gave the girl another push, allowing himself into the room. ¡°You wanted her; you got her. Now, dare I ask if there¡¯s anything else?¡±


    Vincent stood up, giving a languid stretch as he made his way over. ¡°Actually,¡± he murmured, gesturing to the girl¡¯s restraints, ¡°You could take those off her.¡±


    Alice¡¯s brows furrowed. What?


    Cain quirked a brow. ¡°You¡¯re joking, right? You know better.¡± Little fool¡¯s out of his mind!


    Vincent shrugged. ¡°What can I say? I like the danger. Put her in a regular pair of cuffs, if you please.¡±


    Cain gave an exasperated sigh. Reaching to his back belt loop, he procured a pair of metal handcuffs.


    Alice closed her eyes in comfort as the metal mitts were then removed, replaced by the smaller, lightweight, handcuffs.


    ¡°You can put her over here,¡± Vincent stated as he pulled out a chair from the desk in the middle of the room. ¡°Leave the key on the desk. I may need to move her later.¡±


    Cain rolled his eyes, but did as his brother asked, locking one of the girl¡¯s hands to the armrest of the chair. He was about to fasten the other hand when Vincent stopped him again.


    ¡°One is enough. I can handle her.¡±


    Cain eyed the boy once more before slowly making his way to the door. ¡°Cell 1B when you¡¯re done with her. Make sure YOU put her back. I¡¯m not taking the heat from Vladsco.¡±


    The soft ¡®click¡¯ of the door closing brought an involuntary shiver down the young woman¡¯s spine as she kept her eyes trained on her ¡®host¡¯.


    Vincent gazed at her for a moment. A look akin to contentment reflecting in molten gold had the young blonde biting her lip after a moment.


    The action immediately caused Alice to flinch. Judging by the pain, she was almost positive that her lip had been split open by the older boy earlier.


    Vincent¡¯s eyes seemed to soften as he made his way over to stand in front of her. ¡°Well, Miss Golden Phoenix.¡± A warm smile tugged at his lips as he reached down, inserting the key into the lock on her handcuffs. ¡°What do you say we get out of here? Because this act is getting pretty difficult for me to keep up.¡±


    Alice balked, feeling as though her heart would leap from her chest. She blinked. Her wrists now free of confinement, she rubbed them. ¡°Y-You, bu-but I thought-,¡± the teen stuttered.


    Vincent smiled again. ¡°They really believe I¡¯m this 012 fellow. I¡¯m apparently quite the good actor. I- Ow!¡± the boy yelped as the blonde sent her elbow into his abdomen.


    ¡°Too good!¡± she quipped.


    Vincent gave a sheepish grin, absently rubbing the back of his head. ¡°Y-yeah, well, at least I found out one thing: That 010 guy seems to be somewhat afraid of me for whatever reason.¡±


    Alice¡¯s brows furrowed. She¡¯d noticed that too. ¡°What all did he say, Vincent? Anything about where they keep the weapons in this place? Where we are?¡±


    Vincent shook his head, giving a soft sigh. ¡°I¡¯m afraid not, Miss.¡±


    Alice sighed. ¡°Looks like we¡¯re doing this blind, then,¡± she muttered.


    The situation was far from ideal. The security was the tightest she¡¯d ever seen. Not even Leo¡¯s base was this fortified. She honestly wasn¡¯t certain how they would manage getting past the front gates.


    ¡°So, uh, what¡¯s the plan, Miss?¡± Vincent finally questioned, catching the girl¡¯s intense gaze.


    Alice shook her head. They needed to move quickly. After all, she would still need to find Kurt. ¡°The plan is for us to find Kurt, then get our tails out of here as fast as we can.¡±


    Vincent nodded resolutely. ¡°Right.¡±


    The brunette quickly fell into step beside the girl as she turned for the door. He didn¡¯t want to think about how frightened she¡¯d looked when that boy had brought her in earlier. She had really thought¡­


    He quickly shook his head, following the blonde out into the hallway. There would be plenty of time to discuss the matter in detail later. Preferably when they were safe back at the base and didn¡¯t have a team of soldiers on their tails.


    Alice quickly led the way down the hall, her mind racing a mile a minute. She had no clue where they could¡¯ve taken her brother. Would they even have enough time to locate him? Time was most certainly of the essence.


    Vincent trailed silently along beside her. She offered him a glance out of the corner of her eye. She honestly felt a little guilty. For a moment, her faith had waivered.


    The pair ducked behind one of the many statues adorning the halls as approaching footsteps reached their ears. A lone soldier came into view, whistling a nameless tune as he went about his apparent patrolling duties.


    Alice turned to her companion, silently holding up a hand in signal.


    Vincent wordlessly nodded.


    The blonde then turned her eyes back to her target. Once he¡¯d made it a few steps past the stone fixture, she sprang into action. Moving quickly, she leapt onto the taller man¡¯s shoulders. Clapping a pale hand over his mouth, she prevented the alerting scream that tore from his throat. Using her other arm, Alice wrapped it securely around the man¡¯s windpipe, making it increasingly difficult for him to breathe properly.


    Seeing his opportunity, Vincent sent his foot into the guard¡¯s knee.


    The dark-haired soldier let out another scream into the girl¡¯s hand as he fell, feeling the girl latched to his back tighten her hold yet again.


    Wrapping her legs around the downed guard¡¯s shoulders, Alice placed the heel of her foot to his throat. He ceased struggling then, his eyes rolling slightly as consciousness left him.


    Vincent quickly retrieved the firearm tucked securely into the holster at the man¡¯s hip. It was a small handgun, but it was certainly better than nothing. He handed it to the blonde.


    Alice gratefully accepted the offering, quickly unclipping the man¡¯s holster from his waist. ¡°Don¡¯t mind if we borrow this, though I can¡¯t promise that you¡¯ll be getting it back,¡± she murmured as she fastened the strap across her own waist.


    The pair made it to the staircase without any further incident. Reaching the bottom of the stairwell, they held their breath. Alice nodded once to the boy behind her, turning the handle of the door.


    ¡°What did I tell you? I knew something was up,¡± Cain drawled as he took in the wide, surprised looks on the pair¡¯s faces.


    The teens froze as they beheld the handful of guards.


    Vladsco rolled his eyes. ¡°And yet you still saw fit to get her out of her cell?¡±


    Cain frowned.


    ¡°Show¡¯s over. Hand it over, girl,¡± Vladsco ordered, motioning for the gun at her hip.


    Alice¡¯s eyes narrowed. Glancing at the glaring boy beside her out of the corner of her eye, she sighed in defeat. She slowly unclipped the weapon, tossing it to the ground. Somehow, she¡¯d known it was a farfetched hope.


    Vladsco turned to the five guards beside him. ¡°Get these two locked up. 012 isn¡¯t to be trusted any longer.¡± The general glared at the young blonde in front of him. ¡°I don¡¯t know what you¡¯ve done to him, but I do intend to find out.¡±


    ¡°There¡¯s an open cell in block C you can put him in,¡± Cain suggested.


    A smirk tugged the older man¡¯s lips upward as he glanced between the captured pair. ¡°No. I wouldn¡¯t dream of splitting them apart now. Since 012 is so fixated on her, he can remain with her. Perhaps a night in a cell will bring him to his senses.¡±


    Cain glared. ¡°But wouldn¡¯t it be easier to get information out of them if they were separated?¡±


    Vladsco¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Are you questioning me, boy?¡±


    Cain huffed out a breath, casting a glance in Alice¡¯s direction before looking away. ¡°No, Sir.¡±


    The general snorted. ¡°Good. Now, as an apology for the particular¡­unpleasantness you¡¯ve endured, young lady, I will even have your little friend from the courtyard brought in as well. He was with you, right? What was his name?¡±


    Alice blinked, her astonishment displayed clearly on her face. ¡°Y-yes. His name is Kurt.¡±


    Vincent gave a quizzical glance, assuming he was referring to the beating she¡¯d received at the hands of the boy he had been informed was his brother.


    Vladsco nodded. ¡°Very well, consider it done. I¡¯m nothing if not a reasonable man.¡± He glanced to his guards, motioning them in signal. ¡°You may take them away now. Cell 1B.¡±


    Vincent hung his head as they were then led away. He¡¯d let the girl down¡­again¡­


    ****


    Vincent cast a somber glance at the young woman across the cell from him. She was sitting with her knees drawn to her chest in the right corner of the cell, her eyes closed. To the untrained eye, the girl appeared to be sleeping, but the brunette knew that to be untrue.


    The teen then turned his attention to the opposite corner of the cell. He rolled his amber eyes.


    Kurt sat with his back turned to him, refusing to so much as look at him since he¡¯d been brought to join them what had to have been nearly an hour ago. Even more puzzling was the fact that he couldn¡¯t seem to meet Alice¡¯s eyes either.


    Vincent frowned, beginning to grow impatient with the boy. His issues with him aside, he saw no reason why the boy would be unable to communicate with Alice. Biting his lip, he attempted to break the uneasy silence that had fallen over them. ¡°H-How are you feeling, Miss Lynheart?¡±


    A loud snort came from the left corner. ¡°Give me a break, Vincent. Look at her! How do you think she feels?!¡±


    Vincent¡¯s eyes narrowed, golden irises gleaming dangerously in the low light. ¡°I don¡¯t know, Kurt. Why don¡¯t you look at her?¡± Glancing at the girl once more, his gaze softened.


    Kurt whirled around finally, his eyes almost seeming to spark with fury. ¡°Why don¡¯t you go find your brother, you traitor?! It¡¯s probably your fault we¡¯re even in this mess!¡±


    ¡°No,¡± Vincent returned coolly, ¡°it¡¯s Commander Leo¡¯s.¡±


    Kurt¡¯s mouth dropped open. Of all the nerve! ¡°Dad had nothing to do with-¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s enough. He¡¯s right, you know?¡± Alice finally murmured, raising her head from its resting place on her knees.


    Kurt balked, giving an incredulous look. ¡°What? You¡¯re seriously going to blame Dad for this? If he was here, we-¡±


    ¡°We wouldn¡¯t be!¡± Alice cut him off again. She sighed, slowly pulling herself to her feet. ¡°Look, Leo didn¡¯t vet his sources. He never should have sent us into Pheora the first time, given how little information he had. If you want to blame anyone for our situation, blame his oversight.¡±


    Kurt opened and closed his mouth several times before huffing out a breath. ¡°Everyone makes mistakes. He thought he was doing the right thing.¡± He pointed an accusatory finger at Vincent. ¡°And if your little boyfriend hadn¡¯t screwed up in Pheora, he wouldn¡¯t have been so desperate for information on supply lines!¡±


    Alice¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°That¡¯s enough.¡±


    ¡°So what are you going to do about this, Alice? You know he¡¯s one of them now. You going to just let him sit there and gather more information to give to them?¡±


    Alice and Vincent exchanged looks. Was he seriously insinuating that she- The blonde shook her head, sighing in exasperation.


    Vincent stood up. ¡°I thought we already had this discussion,¡± he snapped, folding his arms. ¡°If I¡¯m such a traitor, then why am I in here with you? Sorry, but there¡¯s much better places I would rather be.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, well what about that 010 guy? They said he¡¯s your BROTHER!¡± Kurt returned, jumping to his feet.


    Vincent opened his mouth to retort, but Alice quickly cut him off.


    ¡°I don¡¯t claim to know what¡¯s going on, but I do have to admit that it¡¯s a bit strange, Vincent. With your eyes¡­ I¡¯m sorry, but I don¡¯t think it¡¯s just a case of mistaken identity.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s eyes shifted to the floor in discomfort. It can¡¯t be. It just can¡¯t be. I can¡¯t possibly be one of those depraved animals¡­


    The notion made the boy rather nauseous. Then again, if he were truly a kind person, why had his act been easily bought? Just¡­what kind of person was he?


    ¡°However, I don¡¯t think it¡¯s as simple as him being a traitor either, Kurt,¡± Alice continued, thankfully pulling the amber-eyed boy from his self-berating thoughts.


    Kurt rolled his eyes. ¡°Oh, please, Alice. What else could it possibly be?¡±


    Alice sighed. ¡°I acknowledge that it doesn¡¯t make sense, but think about it: If he truly were a traitor, why would he be in here with us? Why would he have gone to the risk of attempting to break me out?¡±


    ¡°To lure you into a false sense of security!¡± Kurt retorted in exasperation. ¡°It¡¯s called gaining your trust.¡±


    ¡°To what end, though? What is there for him to gain from getting himself into trouble too? Not to mention that he hasn¡¯t once asked where the base even is,¡± Alice returned.


    Kurt frowned, seeming to have no reply.


    Approaching footsteps echoing down the hall alerted the trio of their impending visitor. Cain appeared in front of the cell a moment later, a gallon of water in his hand.


    ¡°Good evening, folks. How¡¯s the stay, so far?¡±


    Alice glared, clearly unamused by the boy¡¯s demeanor. ¡°Nothing I¡¯d write home about,¡± she quipped.


    Cain pulled a face, feigning offense. ¡°Ouch. Feisty as ever, I see.¡± He paused, allowing his sapphire eyes to gaze the young woman over for a moment. An amorous smile tugged at his lips. ¡°I¡¯d say you¡¯re pretty thirsty about now,¡± he murmured, gesturing to the water container he held. ¡°If you give me a kiss, I may just give this to you.¡±


    The three teens in the cell balked, glaring daggers at the boy.


    Cain shrugged. ¡°One kiss to the lips, and all this extra water is yours. More than a fair trade, I would say.¡± He smirked. ¡°Of course, no biting this time.¡± He winked. ¡°What do ya say, Phoenix?¡±


    Alice¡¯s eyes narrowed as all attention seemed to shift to her. She ignored her brother¡¯s pleading look. How dare he?! She felt Vincent move to her side, though she didn¡¯t have to look at him to know he was shooting murderous looks at the boy. The corner of her lips twisted upward as she extended her right-middle finger in reply. Kiss that, you reprobate.


    Cain¡¯s eyes hardened upon seeing the gesture. ¡°Suit yourself. Could have been easy for you.¡± With that, he twisted the cap off the container and dumped the contents onto the floor. A large puddle soaked the stone ground, the spot appearing almost black in the dim light shining through the sparse windows.


    ¡°No!¡± Kurt whined in desperation as he sat on his knees.


    ¡°Little piece of advice for you, Phoenix: If you plan on doing things the hard way here, it¡¯s your little buddies that will pay the price for it,¡± Cain warned before taking his leave.


    ¡°Alice, why did you do that?! We could¡¯ve used that water,¡± Kurt whined again. ¡°You do realize we¡¯ll DIE without water?¡±


    Alice pinned the boy with a glare. ¡°We could die WITH water, Kurt.¡±


    Vincent rolled his amber eyes, his tone dripping with disdain. ¡°I don¡¯t know if you¡¯ve noticed, but these people have guns. They certainly didn¡¯t seem too shy about killing people on the way in here. How do you know that they won¡¯t simply shoot us?¡±


    ¡°It was one kiss!¡±


    Alice glared at her brother. ¡°Then you kiss him!¡± she retorted hotly.


    ¡°And, while you¡¯re at it, you could also fondle his testicles,¡± Vincent bit, his tone dark. ¡°She has dignity!¡±


    Kurt recoiled. ¡°H-he was only asking for a single kiss. You mean to tell me that-¡±


    ¡°And that¡¯s how it starts!¡± Alice retorted. ¡°First, it¡¯s a kiss, then it¡¯s ¡®how about you get naked for me?¡¯ Do I need to draw you a picture of what comes after that?!¡± Alice barked, crossing her arms defensively across her chest.


    Kurt noticed the action and bit his lip, refusing to meet her eyes. ¡°Y-You don¡¯t know that.¡±


    Vincent watched the pair suspiciously for a moment. It was clear that he had apparently missed something while they were all separated. He closed his eyes. And, in the end, it isn¡¯t like my plan even worked. He watched as the blonde made her way over to the small bed in the corner and sat down. He winced at the noticeable injury on the girl¡¯s lip and frowned.


    ¡°Get some sleep, guys. For now, we need to conserve our energy. I¡¯m sure we¡¯re going to need it.¡±


    Vincent nodded at the blonde¡¯s soft command, not bothering to see Kurt¡¯s response. He sat down with a sigh. He would not fail the girl again. He WOULD find a way for them to escape. Well, maybe not Kurt. The thought brought a smile to his lips before he sobered.


    They had to get out of this mess. Or they would die trying.

 Chapter 13: Cell Block B

    Chapter 13: Cell Block B


    Issac sighed as he made his way down the hall, Jonathan right beside him. He was positive the blond had to be thinking the same thing he was: This is NOT good¡­


    The search in Pheora had yielded nothing but hushed whispers and uncertainty, which ultimately meant only one thing: Capture.


    Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the smashed watch he¡¯d found on the floor of the diner. His heart dropped. It was hers. He knew it was. He recognized the watch she¡¯d worn every day for the past year.


    The two teens approached the commander¡¯s office with heavy hearts. If their Lieutenant was truly captured, the likelihood of her returning alive was slim at best. He chewed his bottom lip. He didn¡¯t want to think too deeply into it. Right now, the focus needed to be informing the commander and locating them.


    The brunette knocked on the door to the commander¡¯s office.


    ¡°Enter.¡±


    Issac drew in a deep breath before entering the room, Jonathan on his heels.


    Commander Derwent sat in his leather chair at his desk. He gave the pair an expectant look. ¡°Well?¡±


    Issac bit his lip, slowly shaking his head. ¡°I-I¡¯m sorry, Sir.¡±


    ¡°No sign of them in Pheora,¡± Jonathan added. ¡°It¡¯s like they simply disappeared from the diner.¡±


    Issac held out the watch. ¡°Then there¡¯s this,¡± he murmured.


    Leo¡¯s eyes seemed to widen at the sight. He held out a hand.


    Issac carefully placed the trinket into his open palm with a trembling hand.


    Derwent drew in a deep breath, closing his eyes as he folded his hand over the destroyed accessory. He had given her the watch as a gift for her last birthday. She had since worn it everywhere. For it to be in this state¡­


    The blond cleared his throat, rising from his chair. ¡°Any witnesses?¡±


    The two shook their heads. ¡°They¡¯re not talking.¡±


    Leo¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Not talking?¡±


    The two teens nodded solemnly.


    The commander slammed his fist upon his desk, causing both boys to flinch. ¡°Then you make them talk!¡±


    Issac winced, biting his lip. ¡°Wh-what do you want us to do? Bribing didn¡¯t work.¡±


    The blond was silent for a moment. Heaving a heavy sigh, he ran a hand through his medium-length hair. ¡°For now, you¡¯re acting-lieutenant. Don¡¯t get comfortable. It won¡¯t be for long.¡±


    Issac nodded. ¡°I-I understand.¡±


    The blond gave a nod, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his cigarettes and lighter. ¡°Now off with you. I have some phone calls to make.¡±


    The boys exchanged looks, nodding once more before making their way to the door in obedience. Issac stopped in the doorway.


    ¡°Sir, if it¡¯s any consolation, there was no blood. She was taken alive.¡±


    The blond¡¯s frigid, blue eyes bore into him for a moment.


    ¡°You can bet your ass she was taken alive.¡± He lit a cigarette, taking a long drag. ¡°And that¡¯s just how she¡¯s going to return. Now go on.¡±


    Issac needed no further prompting. He closed the door behind him with another sigh. He couldn¡¯t even imagine. After all, both of his children were now missing. The teen bit his lip. Though, if they were alive, he imagined they would soon be wishing they weren¡¯t.


    ¡°Well, what do you say, Lieutenant?¡±


    Issac heaved another sigh at Jonathan¡¯s question. And so it begins. There was no way he was going to be able to manage the pressure of measuring up. After all, only Alice could fill Alice¡¯s shoes. Heh! No foot is small enough. The thought brought a brief, amused smile to the boy¡¯s face. Quickly shaking his head, he sobered. ¡°Well, for now, there really isn¡¯t anything more we can do. I don¡¯t know about you, but I¡¯m gonna head down to the mess hall for something to eat.¡±


    Jonathan eyed the boy for a moment but said no more as he followed the newly-appointed leader down the hall.


    ****


    Seth jerked awake, bolting to his feet. His eyes fell as he beheld his surroundings. He had fallen asleep in the hall next to her office, which only meant one thing: Alice had failed to return last night.


    He ran a hand through his black hair as he began to fret. This wasn¡¯t good. This was REALLY not good. Alice had never failed to return from a mission. A million negative conclusions seemed to spring to the young soldier¡¯s mind, each more horrible than the last.


    The teen quickly shook his head. He needed to see Leo on the mater. If anyone would have new information, he would.


    Seth frowned. If anything were to happen to her¡­


    The youth yawned as he passed through the training room. Giving a long stretch, he cursed himself for having allowed himself to fall asleep. A small part of him was glad she hadn¡¯t found him in such a state. He would¡¯ve had a hard time talking his way out of the situation.


    The brunette exited the training room and briskly made his way down the hall, purpose fueling his steps. He had nearly made it to the hallway leading to the commander¡¯s office when he spotted two familiar individuals. Witnessing the grave looks plastered to the faces, his hopeful smile fell. ¡°Any word?¡±


    Issac shook his head. ¡°Sorry, Seth.¡±


    Seth¡¯s dark eyebrows furrowed. ¡°Well, surely someone had to have seen her.¡±


    ¡°They¡¯re not talking. Given what went down the other day, I can¡¯t wholly say I blame them. They¡¯re terrified, Seth,¡± Jonathan sighed.


    Seth bit his lip for a moment, seemingly in contemplation, before his gaze hardened. ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡±


    Issac and Jonathan exchanged looks. Both well aware of the brunette¡¯s motivation. They were worried too.


    ¡°Seth, we were just there. There¡¯s no trail. It¡¯s like she disappeared,¡± Jonathan muttered in exasperation, shaking his head.


    ¡°Like hell she disappeared!¡±


    Issac closed his eyes with another sigh, already feeling a bit too overwhelmed for his liking. ¡°Seth, it isn¡¯t going to do any good to lose your head. Leo¡¯s got this, okay? He¡¯s making some calls right now.¡±


    Seth snorted. ¡°To who?! If the people in Pheora really aren¡¯t talking, then who on God¡¯s green earth is going to answer him on the radio?!¡±


    Jonathan glared, folding his arms across his chest. ¡°We did what we could. Would you rather we go in with guns blazing? Get ourselves killed too while we¡¯re at it?¡±


    A look of pure horror crossed Seth¡¯s features before it was quickly replaced by anger. ¡°She isn¡¯t dead,¡± he bit.


    Issac nodded reassuringly, shooting a glare in Jonathan¡¯s direction. ¡°There was no blood where we found her watch. She was taken alive. I would bet money on it.¡±


    Jonathan snorted, leaning his back against the wall. ¡°You honestly think that¡¯s better? You and I both know that, if she was taken in alive, there¡¯s only one place they would have taken someone like her.¡±


    Seth felt his heart plummet as Issac¡¯s eyes closed again.


    ¡°Fort Brein,¡± Issac murmured.


    Jonathan nodded. ¡°That¡¯s right. If she¡¯s there, well, it¡¯s safe to say she ain¡¯t coming back.¡±


    ¡°We¡¯ll just see about that,¡± Seth returned as he made to move past them.


    Issac placed a hand on the boy¡¯s shoulder, gripping it tightly. ¡°Seth, it won¡¯t do any good. No one even knows where Fort Brein is.¡±


    The brunette drew in a deep breath. His comrade was right. He pinched his eyes shut. No. He would NOT break down. ¡°I-If she was here, and it was one of you missing, she wouldn¡¯t rest until she brought you home.¡±


    ¡°I know,¡± Issac murmured in reply, squeezing the boy¡¯s shoulder in comfort.


    ¡°Well, she isn¡¯t here, and your little crush on her isn¡¯t doing wonders for clearing your head,¡± Jonathan commented.


    Seth glared. ¡°Don¡¯t call it that,¡± he warned.


    Jonathan shrugged. ¡°Call it what you will. Fact of the matter is, like it or not, our hands are currently tied. You can¡¯t just go.¡±


    Seth glared again, extending his middle finger. ¡°Right there, Jonathan. That¡¯s where you can go. Now I¡¯m going to go see the commander about bringing our lieutenant home.¡±


    Jerking out of Issac¡¯s grip, the brunette stomped down the hall, leaving his two comrades behind.


    ****


    A high-pitched yelp escaped the blonde¡¯s throat, her sapphire eyes slamming shut as the frigid water soaked through her clothing. She winced, the force of the water hose nearly bruising in its intensity.


    Kurt let out a string of colorful curses at the less than pleasant awakening, quickly staggering to his feet.


    Vincent sputtered, coughing as he jerked himself to his feet.


    ¡°Wakey, wakey,¡± a familiar voice sang, his blue eyes seeming to almost dance in delight at the petty torment.


    Alice coughed, quickly wiping her eyes once the spray had diminished. She glared daggers at the brunette. ¡°Screw you.¡±


    He winked. ¡°Knew I could get ya wet.¡±


    ¡°Asshole,¡± Kurt sputtered under his breath, hacking as he attempted to ring the water out of his saturated hair.


    Cain shrugged. ¡°What? You were so desperate for water last night. You aren¡¯t thirsty anymore?¡±


    Vincent glared, running a hand through his wet hair. ¡°We¡¯re good, thanks.¡±


    Cain bore an impish grin. ¡°Suit yourselves. The big guys here, though, would like to have a word with you, Phoenix. Think you can play nice?¡±


    ¡°Can¡¯t make any promises,¡± Alice replied, eyeing the two large guards Cain had brought with him.


    A smirk tugged at the brunette¡¯s lips. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t try getting cute with these guys. They¡¯re a lot less romantically attracted to your¡­specific¡­charm.¡±


    ¡°Alright, you lot, up against the wall,¡± one of the men ordered then.


    The three teens exchanged brief glances before deciding on compliance.


    The cell door creaked open, and the guard who had spoken moved to Alice. The second guard remained in the doorway of the cell, his rifle trained on the prisoners as they attempted to glare holes into his face. ¡°I suggest not getting cute,¡± he murmured when Vincent¡¯s eyes suddenly darted to the blonde.


    Alice winced, a startled squeak escaping her lips as the other guard brought the butt of his rifle down on the back of her head.


    ¡°Move your feet, Phoenix,¡± he ordered.


    The blonde glared but remained cooperative.


    Vincent glared as the girl was led away, sending Kurt an expectant glance. ¡°What do we do now?¡±


    Kurt sighed, rolling his eyes. ¡°There¡¯s nothing we can do. Honestly, you should be more worried about us. Alice is at least a trained soldier.¡±


    Vincent gave a sigh of frustration as he leaned his head back against the hard brick wall of the cell.


    ****


    Pale, gray light streaked into the dark halls through the high windows, casting eerie shadows upon the walls.


    Alice¡¯s eyes darted vigilantly. The windows were too high to merely climb up to. They would most definitely need to enlist the assistance of some sort of tool. A tool they obviously would not be provided in their cell. She was also quite confident that they would be unable to smuggle such a tool back to their cell as well.


    A haunting, foreboding hush had fallen over the prison. The blonde could only guess it was some unholy hour of early morning. She resisted the yawn that desperately wished to escape her lips. It was sufficient to say that her sleep the night prior had been less than adequate.


    The blonde glared as the guard behind her prodded her along with the barrel of his rifle. Turning down another long hall that led away from the one that she knew would lead to the staircase that went to the upper floor, they ushered her past the cell block and into a smaller hallway.


    Her brows furrowed. This hall contained no prison cells. Only steel doors adorned the walls as they continued onward until they reached a door at the very end. Opening it, the guards shoved her inside.


    A scowl was torn from her lips as she entered the darkened room. There was a chair sitting in the middle of the room. A large desk occupied the back corner, a small table lamp providing light to the dark figure sitting at it.


    The girl squinted slightly. Though she could not properly see the individual, she could tell he lacked the heavy armor of the guards.


    ¡°Sit down,¡± a calm voice instructed.


    Alice slowly made her way over to the chair to sit down as instructed.


    The two guards that had served as her escorts stood menacingly in front of the door.


    The blonde rolled her eyes. Did these people think she was that stupid?


    ¡°Name.¡±


    Alice scowled, one of the guards moving over to fasten her handcuffs to the arms of the chair. ¡°And here I thought I was something of a celebrity.¡±


    The young man sitting at the desk narrowed his eyes. ¡°Don¡¯t get cute. Just answer the question.¡±


    ¡°Alison Lynheart,¡± the blonde muttered with another roll of her eyes.


    ¡°Height?¡±


    Her pale eyebrows furrowed. What on earth? ¡°Five feet.¡±


    ¡°Weight?¡±


    Alice scowled again. ¡°Oh, now you¡¯re just being insulting. Don¡¯t you know better than to ask a woman¡¯s weight?¡± She caught a glimpse of chestnut hair as the figure leaned forward.


    ¡°Just answer the questions, if you please. Weight?¡± the man asked again, a little more force in his tone.


    ¡°One hundred and eighteen pounds,¡± Alice returned, giving an exasperated sigh.


    ¡°Age?¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t you know it¡¯s rude to ask a woman her age?


    ¡°Your age, please?¡± Irritation resounded clearly within the man¡¯s tone.


    She sighed. ¡°Seventeen. What does this have to do with anything? I seriously doubt you boys brought me down here just to get to know me.¡±


    The man seemed to regard the blonde for a moment. ¡°For your medical file,¡± he finally clarified. ¡°Blood type.¡±


    ¡°A positive.¡±


    The man nodded, jotting down the information in the notebook he held. ¡°Perfect, now that your medical file is complete.¡± The brunette paused, nodding to one of the guards.


    Alice tensed as the guard reached down to her ankle, clipping what felt like a tight handcuff to the appendage. Glancing down, she took notice of the metal ring that now circled her right ankle.


    ¡°That is a standard tracking device. It is waterproof and programmed to give a signal to the control room if it detects you aren¡¯t within the perimeter fence. Once the signal is reported, you have approximately one full minute to move back into the safe zone before it administers a tranquilizer that will put you out for six and a half hours.¡±


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    Alice¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly.


    ¡°Sufficient to say that you won¡¯t be getting anywhere, so I really hope your heart wasn¡¯t set on escaping,¡± he continued.


    Alice remained silent, straightening up in her chair.


    The brunette leaned back in the chair, folding his arms. ¡°Where is the base, Phoenix? You cooperate, and maybe we can work out something for better accommodations.¡±


    The blonde¡¯s lips curled upward. ¡°Oh, well, when you put it like that.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t get smart. Location?¡±


    Alice shrugged. ¡°On Earth.¡±


    The door opened then as Cain sauntered into the room. Giving a quick wink to the girl, which she visibly retched at, he moved over to seat himself upon the desk.


    The man seated at the desk cleared his throat before handing Cain the notebook he¡¯d been writing in. ¡°We¡¯ve completed the medical report. We were just about to gain information pertaining to the precise location of Derwent¡¯s base.¡±


    Cain nodded. ¡°I do hope you weren¡¯t being rude, Elliot.¡± He gave a wicked smile. ¡°We are dealing with a lady, after all.¡±


    The four men chuckled lightly.


    Cain turned his attention back to the girl, his voice dripping with honey. ¡°You do want to do this the easy way, right? Please?¡±


    ¡°Drop dead,¡± the blonde spat, glaring holes into the boy¡¯s sapphire eyes.


    Cain sighed. ¡°So cold. You better warm up, Sweetheart.¡± He paused, giving another dark smile. ¡°Or we may have to find ways to make you warmer. Now let¡¯s try again: Where is the base, sweetie?¡±


    Alice merely glared.


    Cain snapped his fingers. ¡°Carter, I believe our girl is lonely. Be kind and go retrieve 012, please.¡±


    One of the guards nodded before taking his leave, closing the door behind him.


    Alice drew in a deep breath as she attempted to clear her thoughts. She closed her eyes.


    ¡°Tell us where we can find Leo Derwent¡¯s base,¡± Elliot demanded again.


    The blonde gave another sigh of exasperation. ¡°Have you tried looking up your ass?¡±


    Cain snorted under his breath in spite of himself. ¡°Now, that wasn¡¯t very nice, Alice.¡±


    Alice¡¯s eyes snapped open to pin the boy with another fierce glare. ¡°My FRIENDS can call me Alice. You can call me Miss Lynheart.¡±


    Cain feigned offense. ¡°You got quite the mouth on you, don¡¯t ya? Looks like we¡¯re going to have to cool that temper of yours. He paused, motioning to the guard behind her.


    The girl¡¯s eyes widened, a high-pitched cry rushing from her lips as frigid water soaked her once more. The teen shivered violently as an ice cube landed in her lap.


    ¡°Where is the base, Alice?¡± Cain asked once more, impatience weighing in his tone.


    The blonde coughed before leaning back in the chair slightly. ¡°Alright, write this down, okay? I wouldn¡¯t want you to get lost.¡±


    Cain and Elliot exchanged surprised glances before nodding for the blonde to continue.


    ¡°You head into Pheora, go right down Main Street, then take a hard left at fuck and you!¡± Alice snapped in retort.


    Cain gave a malevolent smile. ¡°Now you¡¯re talking.¡±


    The door opened as Vincent was shoved roughly into the room, nearly falling as he stumbled forward.


    ¡°Well, well, little brother, how kind of you to join us,¡± Cain greeted as he retrieved another chair from a darkened corner of the room. ¡°Have a seat. Maybe you can help us talk some sense into your girlfriend.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed as he glanced at the dripping-wet female. ¡°And why should I help you do anything?¡±


    Cain pursed his lips in an attempt at an endearing pout. ¡°Oh, but, Vincent, we¡¯re brothers.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re no brother of mine!¡± the amber-eyed boy spat. God, he wished he had the girl¡¯s ability to conjure fire!


    Cain¡¯s sapphire eyes narrowed. He scoffed. ¡°Like it or not, that¡¯s something neither you nor I can change, little bro.¡±


    Vincent glared, his golden, amber eyes seeming to burn with contempt.


    ¡°You know, I hear you and I missed quite a show yesterday.¡±


    Vincent quirked a brow at the subject change. ¡°Wasn¡¯t aware this was such an entertaining place.¡±


    Cain shrugged. ¡°Well, it depends on what you deem entertaining. I, for one, would call a topless, blue-eyed beauty extremely entertaining. Right, Phoenix?¡±


    Alice went rigid as her eyes narrowed. Vincent¡¯s gaze turned to her, and she quickly closed her eyes. ¡°Shut up.¡±


    ¡°Well, you see, I hate missing out. Vincent, here, too-¡±


    ¡°I can speak for myself, thanks,¡± the brunette cut his elder sibling off.


    Cain shook his head in dismay, chuckling lightly. ¡°Don¡¯t look a gift horse in the mouth, little brother. Carter, remove his handcuffs.¡±


    Both Vincent and Alice blinked in astonishment as the guard did as instructed, moving over to unfasten the boy¡¯s restraints.


    Vincent cocked a brow, rubbing his wrists lightly.


    ¡°I don¡¯t suppose you know the location of Derwent¡¯s base?¡± Elliot questioned, making his presence known once more.


    The amber-eyed boy gave an exasperated sigh. ¡°I was blindfolded. Even if I wanted to tell you animals anything, I couldn¡¯t.¡±


    ¡°He¡¯s telling the truth. I¡¯m the one that blindfolded him,¡± Alice spoke when it appeared as though Elliot would retort.


    Cain nodded. ¡°I believe you. That¡¯s why we¡¯re going to play a little game.¡±


    Alice rolled her eyes. ¡°Sounds like a blast.¡±


    Vincent regarded the boy warily. ¡°I highly doubt we would be interested in any game of yours.¡±


    ¡°Well, it¡¯s a good thing you don¡¯t have a choice, now isn¡¯t it?¡± Cain returned, folding his arms.


    ¡°Sure we do. We can refuse to play,¡± Vincent quipped.


    Cain chuckled. Reaching into the drawer of the desk, he pulled out a small handgun. ¡°If you like the blonde¡¯s blood on the inside, you¡¯re going to do exactly as I tell you.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s eyes widened as he looked to the girl once more. Her eyes were trained on the floor now, her face an unreadable mask.


    ¡°The rules are simple: Little Miss Phoenix doesn¡¯t tell me everything I want to know, you start taking clothing.¡±


    Vincent gave a snort of disgust. ¡°You depraved animal. I¡¯ll do no such-¡±


    ¡°Then I blow her pretty brains out right here!¡± Cain snapped.


    Both teens flinched at the sudden shout. Vincent swallowed. ¡°H-How do I know you won¡¯t just kill us once you get the information you want anyway?¡±


    Cain shrugged. ¡°Well, I guess that¡¯s just a chance you¡¯re going to have to take, isn¡¯t it?¡±


    Alice glared. ¡°Afraid I don¡¯t like the odds.¡±


    Cain chuckled, moving to sit on the desk once more. ¡°Then I suggest you cooperate. Now, where is the base?¡±


    Alice looked away, her hands gripping the armrests of the chair in an effort to disguise her trembling. She was really beginning to feel quite cold. Her wet hair clung to the back of her neck, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine.


    ¡°Alice?¡± Cain urged again, more forcefully. Receiving no response, he sighed. ¡°Fine, do it the hard way. Vincent, help her out of the suit, won¡¯t you?¡±


    The brunette glared. ¡°No.¡±


    Cain quirked a brow. Aiming the handgun he held at the girl, his eyes narrowed. ¡°By the count of five, or this bullet¡¯s going in her leg. One.¡±


    Vincent swallowed as he began to sweat, his hands shaking. ¡°Bastard.¡±


    ¡°Two.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s breath hitched as one of the guards shoved him forward, nearly causing him to land in the blonde¡¯s lap. The pair exchanged a wide-eyed glance. The brunette cursed under his breath.


    ¡°Three. We¡¯re not getting any younger here,¡± Cain quipped.


    Vincent absently chewed his bottom lip, his brows creasing in apprehension. His hands trembled as he slowly reached for the zipper of the girl¡¯s suit. He paused again at the brief look of alarm that quickly passed over the young woman¡¯s features before she looked away.


    ¡°Four. You better get moving, little brother.¡±


    The sound of their captor clicking the magazine clip into the gun forced another curse from the brunette¡¯s lips. His hand trembled as he slowly eased down the zipper of the union suit she wore. Try as he may, he was unsuccessful in keeping his amber eyes from drifting to the soft, feminine, chest he¡¯d uncovered. He swallowed. She was much softer than anything he could ever remember touching before.


    Alice squeezed her eyes shut. She honestly wasn¡¯t certain just how much more of this humiliation she could bare. The lighting in the room shifted, plummeting into pitch black darkness for a brief moment before growing immensely bright. A look of understanding passed between them, and Vincent blinked once in silent recognition.


    Cain eyed the pair for a moment before the room was plunged into darkness once more. There was a sizzle as glass shattered, the lamp¡¯s bulb shattering onto the desk. The boy let out a string of violent curses as he felt knuckles collide with his left cheek. The force of the attack knocked him to the floor. His eyes widened as his grip on the handgun reflexively tightened. His finger twitched, squeezing the trigger.


    A loud ¡®pop¡¯ was heard as the gun discharged, followed by Elliot¡¯s voice letting out a loud, pained cry.


    Frantic scrambling sounded as the guards felt their way around for the light switch.


    Cain grasped blindly for his foe, the air rushing out of him as he felt his attacker then sit on his chest in their continued assault.


    Vincent¡¯s eyes narrowed as he continued to repeatedly strike his downed assailant. This so-called ¡®brother¡¯ of his didn¡¯t seem to see as well as he could, and he intended to take full advantage of his opponent¡¯s weakness. He blinked. His vision was surprisingly acute for the room¡¯s current lighting conditions.


    Just as Vincent gave another blow to his opponent¡¯s face, splitting his lip open, the lights in the room flipped on. Cain let out a piercing cry as a scorching sensation surged through his left leg. One of the guards yanked Vincent off his victim and drew back a fist, delivering a solid blow to the brunette¡¯s face, while the other quickly placed the handcuffs back on the boy before setting to work putting out the flame licking at the older teen¡¯s pant leg.


    Grasping the corner of the desk, the injured Cain pulled himself to his feet. He lightly brushed a finger over his wounded lip, chuckling at the two glaring faces that stared back at him. ¡°Well, looks like we have a white knight¡±


    The boy¡¯s sapphire eyes drifted to the injured brunette on the floor.


    Elliot remained in a fetal position, clutching the shin of his right leg. Blood continued to spill from the wound, staining his hands crimson as his precious life fluid leaked onto the hard, concrete floor.


    Cain breathed an inward sigh of relief. At least he hadn¡¯t fatally wounded him. He didn¡¯t even want to think about having to explain such a situation to Vladsco. He turned his attention back to the blonde that remained shackled to the chair near the center of the room. ¡°I think your brave hero deserves a kiss. Don¡¯t you, Phoenix?¡±


    Alice remained silent. She blinked as her head slowly began to spin, her vision growing blurry.


    Cain gave a mock shiver as he turned his eyes to Vincent then. He was glaring murderously at him as Carter and Taylor held him back, his left eye now blackened. ¡°Your girlfriend is awful cold. What do ya say we warm her up?¡±


    A smirk tugged at Vincent¡¯s lips. ¡°Actually, I think she¡¯s on fire, myself.¡±


    Cain rolled his eyes. ¡°Cute. Take ya all night to come up with that, 012?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s Vincent,¡± the amber-eyed boy corrected in irritation. ¡°I don¡¯t know why you people have me confused for this 012 guy, but the joke¡¯s on you: You have the wrong person.¡±


    Cain¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°The only thing wrong here is the fact that you aren¡¯t dead.¡±


    Vincent gave a soft growl in the back of his throat.


    Alice tried to follow the conversation. She closed her eyes as her limbs grew heavy. The blonde¡¯s head began to spin again, sending a wave of nausea through her senses. A cold jolt of fear swept through her as she felt consciousness slowly slip away.


    Vincent¡¯s eyes widened as the girl slumped in the chair. ¡°What did you do to her?!¡± he demanded, his voice crackling in outrage.


    ¡°Well, dummy, over there, had to go and use her powers. She just earned herself a nice dose of tranquilizer, courtesy of her shiny, little ankle accessory,¡± Cain returned as he assessed the damage to his leg. He would definitely need to take a trip to the medical wing later.


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed. He opened his mouth to reply but was cut off when the door suddenly flew open.


    ¡°What, in God¡¯s name, is going on in here?!¡± Vladsco bellowed as he entered the room. His hard gaze landed on the brunette sheepishly leaning against the desk. ¡°Mind telling me what you think you¡¯re doing, boy?¡±


    Cain gestured to the injured brunette still on the floor. ¡°Well, Elliot, here, thought he would handle interrogating Golden Phoenix for you. Obviously, he couldn¡¯t handle her.¡±


    Elliot whimpered feebly in protest.


    Dark, brown eyes narrowed. ¡°Just how stupid do you think I am, boy? Even if I didn¡¯t have cameras in here, you ignorant lout, anyone can see that¡¯s obviously a bullet wound in his leg. Or do you mean to tell me that you were stupid enough to allow her to get her hands on a gun again?¡±


    Cain opened his mouth to reply, only to snap it shut once he realized that any answer he gave would only serve to reflect poorly upon himself.


    Vladsco glared. ¡°Watch it, boy. Don¡¯t give me a reason to think you¡¯re a traitor. I¡¯ll throw you in the cell with them,¡± he warned, gesturing to Alice and Vincent behind him.


    Cain¡¯s sapphire eyes widened as a cheshire grin erupted onto Vincent¡¯s face.


    ¡°That would be a wonderful idea.¡±


    ¡°Thanks to you, we can forget getting any useful information out of Phoenix today,¡± the general continued in disgust, shaking his head. He glanced at the amber-eyed boy. ¡°Get him down to medical. He needs to be patched up and a tracking device put on.¡± He paused, sighing as he looked over to Alice once more. ¡°Get Phoenix back to her cell. NO ONE is to disturb her for the rest of the evening. Bring the other boy. Hopefully, he will be able to give us something useful.¡±


    Carter and Taylor nodded.


    Taylor led a struggling Vincent out of the room then, the door slamming behind them.


    Carter unfastened the young woman¡¯s handcuffs, hauling her onto his shoulder.


    Vladsco turned to Cain. ¡°YOU will help Mr. Elliot down to medical.¡±


    Cain nodded moving over to assist the young man in standing. After a few moments of pained struggling, the raven-haired teen managed to pull the young man onto his feet.


    ¡°This is NOT how we do things, Cain. Rest assured, you do not want me to catch wind of another incident like this again,¡± the general warned once they¡¯d succeeded in making it to the door.


    Cain said nothing, merely nodding before quickly fleeing the room as fast as his injured companion could go.


    ****


    Kurt lightly chewed his bottom lip as he huddled himself into the back-left corner of the cell.


    Cage, the brunette mentally corrected himself.


    A long sigh escaped the boy¡¯s lips. He had been doing his best to remain as positive as he could in such a bleak situation. However, he didn¡¯t see how they were going to manage this time.


    The teen was startled out of his thoughts as heavy footfalls sounded down the hall. He quickly pulled himself to his feet, eyes widening, as a guard appeared in front of the cell with his sister hanging limply over his shoulder.


    ¡°Wh-¡±


    ¡°Up against the wall, boy. I¡¯m not in the mood for any funny business,¡± the guard snapped, cutting Kurt off.


    Kurt heeded the guard¡¯s demand, flinching as the man dropped his, clearly unconscious, sister onto the bed without much care. He bit his lip. Where was Vincent? They had taken him away only a short time ago. The teen felt his heart leap into his throat as the man turned to him then.


    ¡°Your turn, bangs.¡±


    Kurt failed to suppress the shudder that shot through him. ¡°M-my turn for what?¡± he mumbled innocently.


    Carter rolled his eyes. ¡°Don¡¯t play dumb. The general wants to see you.¡±


    Kurt gave a hollow chuckle. ¡°And if I don¡¯t feel up to an audience?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s an invitation you can¡¯t refuse,¡± Carter quipped, ¡°Now get moving.¡±


    The brunette cast an apprehensive glance at the unconscious blonde before slowly shuffling out into the hallway. The teen did his best to ignore the sinking of his heart into his stomach as he walked.


    As the pair made their way down the halls. Kurt did his best not to maintain eye-contact with any of the awakening prisoners they passed. The prison was beginning to come alive, from the sounds of things. Distant shouts could be heard, though the teen failed to make out some of what was being said.


    Entering a hallway devoid of any cells, the teen felt an involuntary shiver run down his spine. The only light in the hall seemed to come from the opened door at the end. He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat.


    Upon entering the room, the youth felt his stomach lurch at the pool of blood in the corner.


    ¡°Have a seat, boy.¡±


    Kurt swallowed at the heavy, Slavic accent he recognized all too well. Whipping his head around, he finally took notice of the tall general sitting at the desk at the back of the room. Chewing his bottom lip, he did as he was instructed, sitting down in the chair near the center of the room. The boy grimaced as the rear of his pants was instantly dampened by the small puddle of water that had collected in the seat.


    Explains why she was all wet, he mused, wincing as the guard fastened his handcuffs to the arms of the chair.


    ¡°Very good. That will be all, Carter,¡± Vladsco informed, standing from his chair.


    The guard nodded, moving back to stand next to the door.


    Kurt glanced out of the corner of his eye as the door opened a short time later, two more guards appearing.


    ¡°Now, then, shall we get straight to the point?¡± Vladsco spoke again, gaining the teen¡¯s attention once more.


    The brunette swallowed as he took notice of the large blade the general held in his left hand.


    ¡°Kurt, correct?¡±


    The teen nodded.


    ¡°Well, Kurt, I¡¯m a reasonable man. You give me the information I require, and you spare Golden Phoenix a lot of pain. Understand?¡±


    Another nod.


    Vladsco returned the gesture before continuing. ¡°Firstly, I want to know how you came into possession of 012? Where did you find him?¡±


    Kurt snorted, looking away. ¡°I didn¡¯t. You¡¯d have to ask Ali-er-Golden Phoenix. She¡¯s the one who found him,¡± he returned.


    Vladsco¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Well, since Golden Phoenix is not up for questions at the moment, I¡¯m asking you.¡±


    Kurt sighed. ¡°Look, I don¡¯t know. All I know is that she found him wounded and brought him to me for treatment.¡±


    The general¡¯s brows quirked. ¡°Wounded?¡±


    The teen scowled. ¡°Yes. He had been shot in the chest. If I¡¯d known then what I know now, I never would have treated him.¡±


    Vladsco looked thoughtful, stroking his chin absently.


    ¡°I can tell you we didn¡¯t do anything to him. He¡¯s the one that started claiming the whole amnesia thing. Bunch of bullshit, if you ask me. Maybe you should ask your dogs why they turned on one of your own,¡± Kurt continued, rolling his eyes.


    Irritation flashed in the general¡¯s eyes. ¡°I suggest watching your tone, boy. I¡¯m the one asking questions here, don¡¯t forget that.¡±


    Kurt fell silent then, averting his eyes to the floor.


    Moving back over to his desk, Vladsco sat down. ¡°Where is the base of Leo Derwent?¡±


    The teen drew in a deep breath, remaining silent. He couldn¡¯t. Alice would never forgive him. Not to mention Leo¡­ He quickly shook his head. If there was any surviving this situation, he would be as good as dead if he gave up the base.


    ¡°I suggest you be forthcoming with me, boy. You think what you saw when you got here was bad; I can make your worst nightmares come true. You don¡¯t want that for Golden Phoenix, do you?¡±


    Kurt quickly shook his head again.


    ¡°Good. Now where is the base?¡±


    ¡°On a planet,¡± Kurt returned, biting back the smirk that tugged at his lips.


    Vladsco cocked his head. ¡°Oh, a comedian? In the old country, do you know what we do to comedians who aren¡¯t funny?¡±


    Kurt swallowed at the sudden, deadly tone, straightening up in the chair.


    ¡°We cut their tongues out.¡± A dark smile graced the older man¡¯s lips as he reached into the drawer of his desk, retrieving a bottle of hot sauce and setting it within the boy¡¯s view. ¡°I¡¯m more merciful.¡± With that, the man tossed the knife he held.


    Kurt let out a deadly shriek as the blade embedded itself in the wooden chair, inches from his groin.


    ¡°Where is Leo Derwent¡¯s base?¡± Vladsco asked again, standing to his feet once more.


    Kurt shuddered, remaining silent.


    ¡°Very well, Hard way it is then,¡± the general remarked as he made his way over to the boy. Jerking the knife out of the chair, he pressed the blade to the tender skin of the boy¡¯s right-forearm. ¡°Ready to rethink your decision?¡±


    Kurt bit his lip, feeling the sweat fill his brow. He squeezed his eyes shut.


    Vladsco shrugged. With that, the general brought the blade down, piercing flesh.


    The teen cried out in anguish, whipping his head back and forth. ¡°Bastard!¡± he rasped.


    Vladsco said nothing as he made his way over to the desk again, retrieving the bottle of deep-red liquid.


    Kurt¡¯s eyes widened as he twisted off the cap.


    ¡°Last chance, boy. Are you going to tell me what I want to know?¡± Vladsco questioned again as he walked back over to the boy, bottle in hand.


    The teen¡¯s eyes fell to the floor again before he pinched them shut in silent reply.


    Vladsco shrugged, pouring a generous amount of the red liquid into the boy¡¯s open, bleeding wound.


    A feral cry akin to a wounded animal erupted from the boy¡¯s lips, followed by a string of colorful curses. We¡¯re never getting out of here. The teen began to sob. We¡¯re never getting out of here alive.

 Chapter 14: Calling the Shots

    Chapter 14: Calling the Shots


    Sapphire eyes flew open, a choked gasp leaving their owner¡¯s lips as she bolted into an upright position. The first thing Alice became aware of upon awakening was the pounding headache throbbing in her skull.


    ¡°A-Alice?¡±


    ¡°Thank goodness.¡±


    The blonde turned at the relieved voices of her comrades. ¡°H-how long have I been out?¡± she questioned, her voice raw.


    ¡°Since morning. I heard some of the guards talking about bringing dinner soon, so I guess it¡¯s evening now,¡± Vincent replied as he reached out a hand to assist the girl in standing.


    Alice placed a hand to her temple as Kurt slowly shuffled over to them. She frowned, noticing the silver band now present around the boy¡¯s ankle. She glanced at Vincent. He had one too. A rueful sigh left her lips. ¡°I¡¯m so sorry, guys.¡±


    Kurt gave a weak smile. ¡°You don¡¯t have anything to apologize for.¡±


    Vincent nodded with a chuckle. ¡°I¡¯m going to have to agree with Kurt on that. Shocking, I know.¡±


    Alice gave a forced smile, resisting the urge to laugh aloud at the sour frown on her brother¡¯s face.


    ¡°Yeah, real funny,¡± Kurt mumbled, gingerly touching the wound on his right arm.


    Sapphire eyes widened, catching sight of the injury. The blonde averted her gaze to the floor. She had been sleeping while her brother had obviously endured some sort of horrific torture! She spared a glance at Vincent and chewed her bottom lip lightly. His left eye was bruised and swollen a bit.


    The teen lieutenant pinched her eyes shut as she drew in a deep breath. This was all her fault! She was supposed to be protecting them!


    Vincent frowned as the girl cast him another sympathetic glance. He wasn¡¯t na?ve. He knew that she was likely blaming herself for his injuries.


    ¡°So what do you think they¡¯re going to do with us now?¡±


    Kurt scoffed at the brunette boy¡¯s question. ¡°Probably kill us. Surprised they haven¡¯t already,¡± he muttered, rubbing his injured arm once more.


    Both Alice and Vincent glared.


    ¡°Kurt, don¡¯t talk like that.¡±


    Vincent nodded, agreeing with the blonde. ¡°That isn¡¯t funny.¡±


    Kurt shrugged. ¡°Do I look like I¡¯m joking?¡± the boy returned. ¡°You do realize we¡¯re going to die here, right?¡±


    Vincent¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Giving up already?¡±


    ¡°They didn¡¯t bring us all the way here just to kill us, Kurt. Don¡¯t be a pessimist,¡± Alice murmured, rolling her eyes.


    ¡°I¡¯m being realistic,¡± Kurt shot back.


    ¡°Sounds more like a defeatist. I, for one, don¡¯t plan on dying here.¡±


    Kurt whirled on the amber-eyed boy. ¡°You know, that¡¯s easy for you to say. You¡¯re the reason we¡¯re here in the first place. You and her! I shouldn¡¯t even be here!¡±


    Alice winced as her teeth sank into her injured lip. He was right. She knew he was. Leo had no business sending him on such a mission in the first place. She frowned, her eyes narrowing. ¡°No, you shouldn¡¯t.¡±


    Kurt¡¯s brows furrowed. ¡°What¡¯s that supposed to mean?¡±


    Vincent expelled a heavy breath. ¡°What¡¯s the matter, Kurt? Don¡¯t like the sound of your own words?¡±


    Kurt glared. ¡°I don¡¯t recall asking for your opinion, traitor!¡±


    ¡°Kurt!¡± Alice warned.


    Vincent smiled devilishly. ¡°You know, I recall a saying that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link. Right now, from where I¡¯m standing, that¡¯s you.¡±


    Kurt seethed, holding up his injured arm. ¡°Does this look weak to you?! How about we slice your arm open and pour hot sauce in it?!¡±


    ¡°Oh, and I suppose getting punched in the face is nothing?!¡± Vincent spat.


    Kurt gave a smug grin. ¡°I¡¯d say you got off fairly easy, yes.¡±


    Alice opened her mouth to interject but fell silent at the sound of approaching footsteps. Her eyes narrowed. If it was Cain again, she¡¯d roast the bastard alive!


    A young-looking guard appeared in front of their cell, a silver tray in his hands. When he spoke, it was with a much gentler tone than the teens had expected.


    ¡°Take it easy, Phoenix,¡± the young man assured as he gave the glaring teen a wary glance. ¡°I¡¯m only here to bring you your dinner, nothing more.¡±


    The group of teens exchanged an uneasy glance.


    The young brunette gently placed the tray on the floor, sliding it underneath the bars. ¡°I got you some extra water here too.¡±


    Alice slowly made her way over to retrieve the tray, picking it up and examining it.


    ¡°The general has given everyone strict orders to leave you guys alone tonight. If I were you, I¡¯d get some rest.¡±


    Alice eyed the man carefully. ¡°Thanks, but the rest I¡¯ve gotten so far here hasn¡¯t been particularly restful.¡±


    The young guard held in a chuckle, shaking his head. ¡°If you apply half that energy to your work detail, you might just make it. Name¡¯s Jack, by the way. Jack O¡¯ Connor. You guys need anything else, just hit that button over there.¡± The brunette gestured to a dark-red button on the left side of the wall. ¡°That will send a signal to the guard control room and let us know you need help.¡±


    The three nodded in acknowledgment, bidding the guard an amicable farewell.


    ¡°You think we can trust him?¡± Kurt questioned after a moment, eagerly taking one of the water bottles for himself.


    ¡°And what reason would he have to lie about a call button, of all things?¡± Alice responded, handing another water bottle to Vincent. ¡°Besides, what does it matter?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t think it would be very wise to be making friends.¡±


    Alice rolled her eyes. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t exactly call that making friends, Kurt. No sense in being unnecessarily hostile.¡±


    ¡°You would be an expert on unnecessary hostility, wouldn¡¯t you, Kurt?¡± Vincent added.


    ¡°Shut up!¡± Kurt snapped. ¡°You and Alice haven¡¯t gone through shit compared to me!¡±


    The blonde paused in her task of handing out the three bowls of soup provided to them, her eyes narrowing. ¡°Excuse me? I wasn¡¯t aware that this was a contest.¡±


    The boy looked away, mumbling under his breath. ¡°You know what I mean.¡±


    ¡°No, we really don¡¯t. Why don¡¯t you tell us, Kurt?¡± Vincent quipped.


    ¡°You guys didn¡¯t get your arm cut open. I hardly think a black eye and some water even compares to what I went through,¡± Kurt grumbled.


    ¡°You weren¡¯t back there with us. You don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about!¡± Vincent retorted.


    Alice pinned her brother with a cold glare. ¡°Better buckle up, Kurt. Not all torture is merely physical.¡±


    The blonde pinched her eyes shut, almost immediately regretting her retort. After all, it wasn¡¯t his fault that his training had been less than adequate for their current situation. She drew in a deep breath. If these people didn¡¯t kill her, the stress certainly would. She swallowed, taking one of the bowls of soup for herself as she made her way to the back corner of the cell. She couldn¡¯t afford to lose her head now.


    The two boys observed the girl with more than a bit of unease.


    Kurt frowned as she turned her back to them. He turned his attention to his bowl of soup, taking a small spoonful. The teen pursed his lips as he briefly glanced it over. The broth appeared to be some yellow liquid of unknown origin. He grimaced slightly. It didn¡¯t smell overly pleasant, giving off an aroma something akin to a sour concoction of beef and pork.


    ¡°What kind of meat do you think this is?¡± the teen questioned as he eyed the chunk sitting in his spoon. It appeared to be some sort of light-pink meatball.


    ¡°Looks like it could be veal¡­or maybe pork of some kind. No doubt something cheap,¡± Alice finally replied after a moment, setting her bowl aside.


    Kurt looked at his spoon in apprehension, eyeing the chuck of meat suspiciously once more. He felt his stomach gurgle, and he bit his lip. He couldn¡¯t recall being this hungry in quite a long time. Unable to take anymore, the teen quickly shoveled the spoonful into his mouth. He pulled a face, forcing himself to swallow. The meat was much more chewy than anything he could ever remember eating. The broth itself was rather bland with a fatty aftertaste.


    Vincent paid the other boy little mind as he took a spoonful of his own bowl. Forcing himself to swallow the concoction, he sighed. ¡°Regular five-star cuisine,¡± he muttered dryly.


    The boy was met with a small giggle from his female companion. Kurt said nothing, merely rolling his eyes. Vincent paid him little mind as he choked down another spoonful. After all, there was no telling when they were going to be fed again.


    The light filtering in from the high windows began to dim as late evening drew near. What would tomorrow hold for them?


    Vincent spared a glance at the blonde once more. She was sitting down now, her back against the wall with her head resting in her arms. Her bowl of soup sat, virtually untouched, beside her.


    ¡°You going to eat, Miss Lynheart?¡±


    At the boy¡¯s question, the blonde lifted her head. She offered a wry smile. ¡°I¡¯m afraid I¡¯m feeling a little nauseous at the moment.¡±


    Vincent offered a sympathetic smile.


    The blonde did her best to return the gesture, though, judging by the looks on both of her companions¡¯ faces, she was failing miserably. She shivered. Truthfully, she was becoming quite cold. Her clothing still had yet to fully dry.


    Only Vincent seemed to take notice, however, as Kurt polished off his bowl before setting it down next to himself.


    ¡°So what¡¯s the plan?¡±


    Vincent resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the other boy¡¯s thickheaded question. Wasn¡¯t he paying the slightest attention to his sister?


    ¡°I think that it would probably be for the best if we slept in shifts for now. With any luck, we¡¯ll be able to pattern out the guard shift,¡± Alice replied.


    Kurt pulled a face, glancing briefly in the amber-eyed boy¡¯s direction. He wasn¡¯t too keen on the idea of his safety relying on the traitor.


    ¡°I¡¯ll take first watch, so you boys get some sleep, alright? I¡¯ll wake you if there¡¯s any trouble,¡± Alice quickly stated, pulling herself to her feet.


    Vincent frowned. ¡°With all due respect, Lieutenant, don¡¯t you think you should be taking it easy?¡±


    Alice mustered a small smile. ¡°I¡¯ll be alright, Vincent. I promise.¡±


    ¡°But-¡±


    The blonde held up a hand, cutting him off. ¡°If I get to feeling too badly, I¡¯ll wake you up early. Deal?¡±


    Kurt rolled his eyes as he made his way over to the bed. ¡°She knows what she¡¯s doing.¡±


    Vincent glared at the boy, before sighing in defeat. ¡°Well, at least promise you¡¯ll eat. Have to keep your strength up, right?¡±


    Alice nodded, managing a true smile. ¡°Definitely.¡±


    Feeling somewhat reassured, Vincent made his way over to the corner next to the bed. Since there was only one bed in their cell, and Kurt was already occupying it, the teen was left with little choice but to sleep on the floor. The brunette glared at the boy, taking one of the blankets from the bed for his own. He only hoped that he would be courteous enough to give up his prime position to Alice once her shift at watch was over.


    ****


    Pale, yellow light began to leak through the windows. Whether from the glow of the crescent moon outside, or the rotating searchlights, the boy did not know. With the stealth of a cat, the young blond crept along the corridor. If caught, he knew he¡¯d likely be beaten before suffering the loss of his rations for the next week.


    Matthew grit his teeth. He didn¡¯t care! The young woman had to be the same girl his mother had told him about shortly before she died.


    Murdered, he inwardly corrected himself. The blond shook his head. He didn¡¯t have time.


    Upon reaching the top of the stairs at the end of the hall, the boy paused. Growing up in the prison had offered him little in the way of perks. However, he¡¯d had plenty of time to memorize the many paths and hallways within the walls.


    Sparing a quick glance to ensure he was not being followed, the blond descended the staircase as quietly as possible. The last thing he needed would be to alert the guards. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he chewed his lip. To get to the kitchen, which was his ultimate destination, he would have to go by the last row of cells. Hopefully, most of the prisoners would be asleep.


    Opening the door, he winced at the audible squeak. He peeked around the corner, breathing a sigh of relief when he found no one. With a brisk spring in his step, he continued on his way.


    ****


    Amber eyes peered open as the soft, repressed noise came again. Vincent straightened his back against the wall. He blinked, his pupils constricting at the light that assaulted his senses. Another soft, muffled cry drew the teen¡¯s attention. Turning toward the direction of the sound, the brunette observed his female companion.


    The blonde stood near the front of their cell, her head down.


    Vincent opened his mouth, intending to greet the girl. However, he froze upon noticing the light tremors that shook her delicate shoulders. His brows creased in concern as another, muffled sob reached his ears.


    The teen slowly stood to his feet. A stir to his left drew his attention as Kurt sat up in the bed, no doubt awoken by the same, distressed sound. The pair exchanged a glance.


    Kurt brushed a hand through his dark hair. His eyes went to the floor as he chewed lightly on his bottom lip. By now, he was no stranger to Alice¡¯s nightly inner demons. He stood up. His eyes taking another moment to adjust to the dim light, he quietly shuffled over to where Vincent stood. ¡°We need to go back to sleep, Vincent,¡± he whispered. Placing a hand on the boy¡¯s head, he attempted to turn his head away.


    Alice had pride. She wouldn¡¯t want them drawing attention to her moment of weakness.


    Vincent swiftly pulled away. Glowing, amber eyes narrowed. Really? The boy wasn¡¯t even going to comfort his own sister? He could offer her no words of reassurance? ¡°You¡¯re not going to say anything to her?¡±


    Kurt frowned. What could he say? After all, by now, he was quite certain of their fate. ¡°And what would you have me say, Vincent?¡±


    Amber orbs rolled, an exasperated sigh leaving their owner¡¯s lips. ¡°You mean to tell me that you can¡¯t think of a single comforting thing to say?¡±


    When another choked sob reached his ears, Kurt sighed. Though it made him feel useless, he convinced himself that she would want it this way. Alice wasn¡¯t the type to allow herself to break in front of others so easily. ¡°Let her have some pride, Vincent,¡± the brunette finally mumbled.


    Vincent¡¯s eyes narrowed. Did the boy not even care about his own sister? Raising his right hand, he extended his middle finger. ¡°There¡¯s what I think of your pride, you condescending prick,¡± he whispered in a frigid tone.


    Not giving the boy any time to reply, Vincent stalked away. He didn¡¯t care what Kurt had to say any longer. After all, he wasn¡¯t the priority at the moment.


    Alice closed her eyes as she attempted, without much success, to halt the tears of frustration that continued to flow down her cheeks like rain. She wasn¡¯t deaf. She highly doubted that they had intended for her to hear their conversation. God, could she be any more pathetic?! It was bad enough that she had failed to keep them safe, but now she was at a complete loss as to what to do.


    The blonde shivered lightly, folding her arms around herself. Her breath hitched in her throat as a pair of arms slowly wrapped around her, warmth pressing against her back. Soft, midnight hair caressed her cheek as the boy held her close.


    As if words would fail to convey the moment, Vincent wordlessly held the trembling girl for a moment. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he closed his eyes.


    I¡¯m here. You¡¯re not alone¡­


    The blonde drew in a deep breath, attempting to collect herself. Once again, she couldn¡¯t help but feel ashamed. After all, no cadet should have to comfort their commanding officer. She had to be strong for them. She was a lieutenant now, for God sakes!


    Another choked sob bubbled up in the girl¡¯s throat. Pride be damned! Turning around, she buried her face into the boy¡¯s chest. Under different circumstances, she might have smiled at his sharp intake of breath, or the rapid beating of his heart she could feel against her cheek.


    The pair continued to hold onto one another for a moment longer. Kurt appeared as though he were about to say something, though the glare he received from the amber-eyed boy in response caused him to think better of it.


    ¡°I-I¡¯m so sorry,¡± Alice murmured once her voice finally found her, a weak hiccup managing to escape her.


    Vincent gave a soft chuckle. ¡°There ya go again; apologizing over nothing.¡±


    ¡°B-but I-¡±


    Vincent pulled back a bit to place a finger to the blonde¡¯s lips to silence her. ¡°You know, it¡¯s okay to get overwhelmed.¡± The brunette paused, giving a small smile. ¡°With all you¡¯ve been through in the last forty-eight hours, I don¡¯t think there¡¯s a soul alive that would blame you.¡±


    For a moment, the girl said nothing. She looked away, no doubt too ashamed to even meet his warm, amber gaze. Heaving a heavy sigh, the blonde finally pulled away. She frowned. She already missed the boy¡¯s embrace, though she would likely deny such a claim. ¡°I¡¯m your commanding officer, Vincent. I¡¯m supposed to set an example, you know?¡±


    Vincent pulled a face. ¡°That doesn¡¯t mean you have to always have all the answers. To my knowledge, no human on Earth can be expected to be perfectly composed all of the time. Don¡¯t we all have our bad days?¡±


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    The blonde paused, looking thoughtful. He had a point. However, she did have certain expectations to fulfill. Giving one last, stuttering sigh, she straightened her posture. Right as the boy was, she had made enough of a spectacle of herself.


    Kurt wisely remained silent. He couldn¡¯t deny that a part of him agreed with the boy, even if he highly doubted his understanding of the situation.


    ¡°You should get some rest now,¡± Vincent murmured, ¡°If you¡¯d like, I can take next watch.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll take next watch,¡± Kurt quickly volunteered, earning a suspicious glance from the amber-eyed boy, and raised eyebrows from his sister.


    What? Was it so difficult to believe that he could be helpful?


    Alice could almost feel her heavy eyelids droop at the mere mention of sleep. Despite her efforts, a weary yawn escaped her.


    ¡°Look, I got a bit of rest, so I should be fine,¡± Kurt insisted again. Gesturing to the bed, the boy continued, ¡°You really need to sleep now, Alice. You heard that O¡¯ Connor guy. We¡¯re all going to need our strength for the work detail.¡±


    ¡°He¡¯s right,¡± Vincent agreed, placing a gentle hand on the girl¡¯s shoulder.


    Alice sighed, nodding in agreement. She was so tired by now that her eyes were beginning to burn. Her head felt like it would split open at any second. Another long yawn escaped her. Decent rest would do wonders. If she could get to sleep, that is.


    The blonde sat down on the bed with a soft sigh. Taking the bed¡¯s only remaining blanket, she wrapped it around her shoulders. It was on the thinner side, but at least it appeared to be clean. She shivered again. What she wouldn¡¯t give for a mug of hot chocolate!


    The young lieutenant was brought out of her thoughts as a second blanket was draped across her shoulders. Sapphire met amber as the girl held her companion¡¯s gaze. ¡°Th-thanks,¡± she murmured.


    Vincent felt a tingling warmth slither up his spine at her soft, quiet tone, his cheeks flushing red. He only hoped the girl wouldn¡¯t notice. He looked away. Intending to return to his former spot on the floor, the teen turned to walk away. A gasp hung in his throat as a soft hand curled around his own, preventing his retreat.


    ¡°B-but what about you? Won¡¯t you get cold, Vincent?¡± the blonde inquired.


    The brunette swallowed, certain that his face had regained its former, strawberry hue. ¡°I, uh, I¡¯m sure I will be alright, Miss. After all, I¡¯m not the one who was soaked twice.¡±


    Her soft chuckle in response nearly melted him then and there.


    ¡°I suppose you have a point,¡± she replied, giving a soft smile. ¡°However, I don¡¯t imagine that floor is all that comfortable.¡±


    Vincent couldn¡¯t help but return the sentiment. What could he say? Her laughter was absolutely infectious. He felt the air rush from his lungs as she gently patted the space next to her.


    A shiver shot up the teen¡¯s spine as his face filled with color once more. He only hoped that she would fail to notice in the dark. Clearing his throat, his eyes unconsciously darted over to Kurt.


    The teen scientist rolled his eyes, turning his back to them in a display of blatant disgust, though he chose to remain silent.


    Vincent swallowed again, feeling his heart skip a beat as he then turned his focus back to the girl.


    The blonde seemed to follow his gaze. She shook her head before patting the empty spot next to her once more.


    Chewing his bottom lip, the boy relented and slowly slid himself next to her on the bed. After all, who was he to refuse the beautiful, young woman a second time? He closed his eyes as he felt her wrap one end of the blankets around his shoulders, securing the other around her own.


    Despite the heat, Vincent felt himself shiver, looking almost anywhere but the girl next to him. Wait, heat? It was then that the amber-eyed boy noticed just how warm he suddenly felt.


    The pair exchanged a bashful glance before looking away again, and Vincent could have sworn he felt the temperature rise even further. Was that her doing? He hadn¡¯t felt this warm when he¡¯d had the one blanket all to himself.


    Despite his obvious embarrassment, Vincent couldn¡¯t help but smile softly to himself. Was she perhaps attempting to thank him for earlier?


    The boy leaned his head back against the wall. He wasn¡¯t sure. Though, he couldn¡¯t deny that her open compassion and affection made his heart race. Situating himself a bit closer to her, he carefully slid his hand beneath hers.


    Alice drew in a shallow breath. God, his hands were soft!


    The blonde felt her cheeks burn, unable to meet his eyes. Letting out another slow, shuddering sigh, she intertwined their fingers. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back to rest against the wall. For perhaps the first time since their arrival at the prison, she felt a sense of peace, or at least a semblance of comfort.


    ****


    Issac expelled a weary sigh, giving one last look around the office. He had been very careful, so far, to keep everything the way she¡¯d left it. He frowned. Nearly forty-eight hours had passed since her disappearance now. He closed the door, locking it.


    A somber expression played across the teen¡¯s face as he made his way down the small hall and into the training room. At this point, the odds certainly weren¡¯t looking very good.


    Another sigh left his lips. And he still had yet to receive a response from Commander Stein¡¯s base. The brunette chewed his bottom lip as he drew nearer to Commander Leo¡¯s office. He wouldn¡¯t be happy.


    At least Seth had stopped pestering him for the time being.


    The teen shook his head. He couldn¡¯t entirely blame the boy. It was no secret that he held feelings for their commanding officer. Of course, if the brunette was wise, he would never let the commander know how deep his feelings ran for his daughter.


    Issac continued to shuffle along, his weary eyes downcast. He could understand Seth¡¯s feelings all too well. How could he not? Her personality was magnetizing. A small smile graced the boy¡¯s features. He wondered if she even knew how much people were drawn to her.


    The boy sighed. How could people not be drawn to her? She was kind and compassionate with just a bit of spice. Her, normally gentle, nature was not so easily encountered in their line of work.


    Reaching the commander¡¯s door, the teen steeled himself, drew in a deep breath, and turned the knob.


    Leo Derwent sat at his desk; a small lamp was perched on its surface, providing the room¡¯s only source of light. In his right hand, he held his daughter¡¯s damaged watch.


    Issac¡¯s brows furrowed. ¡°S-Sir?¡±


    ¡°Your report, Lieutenant?¡± the commander¡¯s eerily calm tone came, piercing the dark silence that seemed to cloak the room.


    Issac gave an uneasy glance, rubbing the back of his head in apprehension. ¡°There¡¯s, uh, still no word from Stein yet, Sir. No new information from Pheora either, I¡¯m afraid. People are still refusing to talk.¡±


    ¡°I see,¡± Leo replied, expelling an exasperated sigh as he rubbed his thumb along the blue band of the watch he held. ¡°I suppose I have no choice. I will be contacting Commander Victor in the morning.¡±


    Issac¡¯s eyes widened. If Victor were to come to Pheora¡­


    ¡°W-with all due respect, Sir, don¡¯t you think that¡¯s a bit drastic?¡± the teen murmured.


    Icy-blue eyes narrowed. ¡°Drastic? Your commanding officer, who risked her life to save you just three years ago, has been abducted, and you call utilizing every resource to retrieve her drastic?¡± The blond paused, standing up from his chair. ¡°I would have thought you, of all people, would be a bit more concerned for her safety.¡±


    Issac visibly winced. Of course he was concerned! How could he not be?! He, Seth, and Jonathan were merely a few of the ones she¡¯d saved that day. ¡°I-It¡¯s not that, Sir. It¡¯s just¡­well, aren¡¯t you worried that he will complicate things in Pheora? He does have a tendency to go overboard.¡±


    Leo appeared thoughtful for a moment, absently stroking the watch band once more. The bastards would pay. One way or another, he would make them regret ever laying a finger on her! ¡°Overboard, you say? Well, if the people of Pheora don¡¯t start talking soon, I¡¯ll make what Victor¡¯s going to do look like Christmas in July!¡±


    Issac shrank back at the outburst. ¡°V-very well, Sir. Should I, uh, prepare my division?¡±


    A smile erupted on the blond¡¯s face then. A dark smile that promised sinister intentions. ¡°You know, you¡¯ve always had a level head on you, Issac. You¡¯ve never let emotion get in the way of your reason. I like that about you.¡±


    Issac gave an awkward noise in the back of his throat. Why did that sound like both a compliment and an insult? ¡°Uh, th-thank you.¡±


    The commander nodded, placing the watch into his pocket. ¡°I do want you to get a few of your cadets together, though. I have a special assignment for you. For now, go get some rest, Lieutenant. I¡¯ll give you the details in the morning.¡±


    The brunette nodded, obviously not wanting to press his luck when the exhausted leader was so clearly on edge. Bidding a final goodnight, the teen took his leave.


    Now left alone with only his thoughts for company, the blond reached into his pocket to retrieve his cigarettes and lighter. Oh, yes, The Order would pay, if he had to hunt down every last one of them and gut them himself!


    ****


    A soft, contented sigh left the boy¡¯s lips as he gradually began to feel the pull of wakefulness. There was a quiet rustle beside him. It was then that he became aware of the weight upon his right shoulder.


    Amber orbs slowly opened. Upon taking in his surroundings, a deep frown marred his features. He had so been hoping to find that he¡¯d merely been trapped in some horrifyingly realistic nightmare. Glancing to his right, his breath died in his throat instantly.


    The teen gazed at the soft, golden hair draped upon his shoulder in awe. He swallowed. He could have sworn that they had both fallen asleep with their heads leaning back against the wall. The silken locks brushed his chin as the slumbering beauty continued to rest her head against his shoulder.


    At least Vincent assumed she was asleep, judging by the gentle, even breathing against the pale flesh of his neck.


    The brunette¡¯s cheeks filled with color as he closed his eyes once more, a smile tugging at his lips. After all, there was really no need to wake her, was there? If they were going to be given the rare opportunity to get extra rest, he intended to take full advantage after yesterday¡¯s events.


    A low, contented sound escaped the blonde¡¯s lips, causing Vincent¡¯s heart to miss a beat as she seemed to cuddle further into his side within the warm cocoon they¡¯d made for themselves.


    However, as with most good things, the peaceful moment was ended with a loud ¡®clang¡¯.


    Amber and sapphire orbs flew open, startled gasps leaving their owners¡¯ lips.


    Alice glared once her eyes settled upon the offending target as he released the bowl and spoon he¡¯d slammed against the concrete floor.


    Disgruntled grumbling carried down the hall, the other prisoners clearly being less than thrilled with the rude wake-up call.


    ¡°Who did that?!¡± a deep voice boomed, ¡°I catch you out in the yard, I¡¯m gonna kick your sorry ass!¡±


    The trio flinched as loud chatter then broke out. Arguing could be heard, followed by the sound of clanging metal.


    ¡°Be quiet, all of you!¡± a guard¡¯s voice commanded.


    The sound of struggling could be heard, then pained cries. A beaten prisoner, the trio presumed. The calamity slowly died down, the loudest prisoners being beaten into silence by the overzealous guards.


    ¡°Mind telling me what on earth you were doing?¡± Alice hissed, pinning her brother with a frosty glare.


    The brunette huffed, folding his arms. ¡°Correcting a mistake.¡±


    Alice quirked a brow. What was he babbling on about? ¡°What are you talking about?¡±


    Kurt shrugged. ¡°You think it would be good for the guards to come and find you two all wrapped up together like that?¡±


    Alice flushed. Caught off guard, she looked away. Was it really so wrong of her to accept the comfort he¡¯d so innocently offered?


    Vincent glared. All that racket over them sharing a blanket?! ¡°And what business is it of yours?¡±


    ¡°My sister IS my business,¡± Kurt spat, earning another glare from both his fellow inmates.


    ¡°Lay off, Kurt. Even for you, this is a bit much,¡± Alice snapped. ¡°Don¡¯t you think we have more important things to worry about?¡±


    ¡°As a matter of fact; we do,¡± the brunette returned. ¡°Getting out of here needs to be top priority.¡±


    Alice drew in a breath, grateful that she no longer felt the throbbing of her pulse in the back of her skull as before. For a moment, she closed her eyes.


    That doesn¡¯t mean you have to always have all the answers.


    The blonde sighed. The boy was right. Lieutenant or not, she was still only seventeen! How could she possibly be expected to always have everything figured out?


    She shook her head. Now wasn¡¯t the time for all the philosophical epiphanies. ¡°Well, that¡¯s going to take a little time, in case you haven¡¯t noticed.¡±


    Kurt let out an agitated breath in his obvious impatience.


    ¡°I¡¯m serious. We can¡¯t rush it. I may not know exactly what to do, here, but I at least know that we need to take our time and plan it carefully,¡± Alice murmured.


    Kurt looked away, no doubt feeling a small bit guilty. After all, she clearly didn¡¯t need the extra pressure at the moment. But still¡­


    ¡°For now, we need to lie low, and keep our eyes and ears open. Watch each other¡¯s backs. We¡¯re going to have a tough enough time here without making any unnecessary enemies.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, well, killing us will take no time at all, Alice,¡± Kurt muttered. ¡°I mean, good grief. Why don¡¯t you just invite them for a cup of coffee, while you¡¯re at it. Smooth things over a bit, huh?¡±


    Vincent glared. ¡°She¡¯s right, Kurt. Dislike me all you want, but at least listen to her. Remember what I said about the weak link in the chain?¡±


    Kurt rolled his eyes. ¡°Yeah, and remember me not giving a rat¡¯s ass?¡±


    ¡°Yeah, well, you better. You don¡¯t cool your head, and you¡¯re gonna put a target on all our backs,¡± Vincent retorted, returning the fellow brunette¡¯s glare with one of his own.


    ¡°You wanna say that again?¡± Kurt seethed, his dark eyes narrowing.


    ¡°Enough! You want to rush the front gates, Kurt, be my guest,¡± Alice quipped. ¡°If we¡¯re going to have a prayer of getting out of here alive, we¡¯re going to have to work together.¡±


    Both boys sighed. She was right.


    Vincent spared a glance at the teen scientist, giving an internal nod of resolve. He would try. Perhaps they really would find some common ground. Eventually¡­


    Blowing out a sigh, Kurt leaned back against the wall. ¡°I highly doubt prayer is going to get us out of here, Alice.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s amber eyes flashed to the girl as she glared at her brother for a moment before shaking her head in a display of disappointment, or maybe it was disgust. Perhaps a bit of both.


    The sound of approaching footsteps drew the trio¡¯s attention as a guard appeared in front of their cell. Alice recognized him as the one who had introduced himself as Jack the previous night.


    The young brunette gave the girl an openly sympathetic look. ¡°010 has sent for you, Miss Lynheart.¡±


    Kurt and Vincent gave the blonde a look of unease before nodding to one another in understanding, moving to stand in front of her.


    ¡°She¡¯s not going anywhere,¡± Vincent asserted, folding his arms.


    Kurt nodded. ¡°Yeah, I think she¡¯s had enough of this 010 guy.¡±


    Jack sighed, pulling out a set of keys from his pocket. ¡°I don¡¯t make the rules, guys. If I don¡¯t bring her, it will be my head. Trust me, bringing her to him is a lot better than him having to come find her.¡±


    Alice shook her head, placing a hand on each of her companions¡¯ shoulders. ¡°It¡¯s going to be alright,¡± she whispered.


    Kurt huffed. ¡°I thought you didn¡¯t lie, Alice.¡±


    The blonde sighed, gently pushing the boys out of her way.


    Vincent frowned. He sure hoped the girl knew what she was doing.


    Jack nodded. ¡°Thank you, Miss. A couple of guards will be down here to get your friends for their work detail in a bit. I¡¯ll take you to them after.¡±


    Vincent and Kurt exchanged glances as the young lieutenant was led away.


    ****


    The brunette whistled a nameless tune as he leaned back in the black, leather chair, obviously in high spirits. Despite the heavy reprimand he¡¯d received yesterday, he couldn¡¯t help but smile. After all, the old man was far too preoccupied to bother with him anyway.


    Cain shook his head. He was glad he didn¡¯t have the emperor breathing down his neck.


    There was a knock at the door.


    Cain straightened up in his chair. ¡°You may enter.¡±


    The heavy, steel door creaked open to reveal Jack O¡¯ Connor, though Cain¡¯s eyes were more drawn to the young companion he¡¯d brought with him.


    ¡°Thank you, Jack. That will be all for now,¡± the brunette spoke, rising from his chair.


    Jack gave a curt nod to both teens before taking his leave.


    Alice quirked a brow, taking a moment to survey the room. It was much larger and more elaborate than the interrogation room from yesterday. His personal quarters, the blonde surmised.


    Her assumption was only proven correct when she caught sight of the large bed in the far-left corner of the room. A red, silk curtain decorated the top, once again, giving the impression of extreme luxury.


    ¡°What, no cuffing me to the chair this time?¡±


    Cain chuckled, reaching for the bottle on his desk. ¡°You wouldn¡¯t be that stupid. You know good and well you would never make it out of this room alive.¡±


    Alice shrugged. As much as she hated it, the dirt-bag had a point.


    Pouring a generous amount of the bottle¡¯s dark, red liquid into a glass, the brunette held it out. ¡°Care for a drink?¡±


    Alice regarded him warily. ¡°Pass, thanks.¡±


    Cain shrugged, taking the drink for himself. ¡°Suit yourself.¡±


    ¡°So why¡¯d you bring me up here?¡±


    The brunette grinned a cheshire grin. ¡°To talk. I think we got off on the wrong foot.¡±


    ¡°Pft! That¡¯s an understatement,¡± the blonde scoffed, rolling her eyes.


    Cain snorted, sitting down on the edge of the desk. ¡°You¡¯re not enjoying your stay in Wonderland, Alice?¡±


    Alice rolled her eyes again. How original. Like she hadn¡¯t ever heard that one before. ¡°If I enjoyed it anymore, it would be off with your head.¡±


    The brunette¡¯s grin widened. ¡°Ha! Well-read, and a knockout. I love it.¡±


    The blonde folded her arms, her eyes narrowing as her patience began to wane. ¡°Spit it out already. What do you want?¡±


    Cain smiled for a moment longer before he placed his, now empty, glass down. He shrugged. ¡°To talk. I have a proposition for you.¡±


    Pale eyebrows ticked upward. ¡°Oh? And why should I even remotely consider, given yesterday¡¯s little playdate?¡±


    ¡°Because who do you think is actually calling the shots around here?¡± Cain returned, his eyes boring into her own for a moment. He snorted. ¡°I don¡¯t know if you¡¯ve noticed, but Vladsco¡¯s an old man. Who do you think is set to take his place once he¡¯s gone?¡±


    Alice looked away. If the boy wasn¡¯t lying, they could be in even more trouble than she¡¯d initially thought.


    ¡°Let¡¯s face it, Phoenix, you and I both know you¡¯re never walking out of here alive,¡± the brunette continued. ¡°I could at least make your lives here more bearable.¡±


    ¡°At what cost?¡± Alice quipped, her eyes narrowing once more.


    Cain let out a hearty laugh. ¡°Direct and to the point. Well, you know nothing in life is free. If this is going to work, we¡¯re going to have to reach a mutual¡­understanding.¡±


    Alice quirked a brow. ¡°Understanding of what?¡±


    As soon as the question left her lips, she immediately regretted it. A shiver ran down her spine at the sultry gaze aimed in her direction.


    The blonde swallowed. ¡°I-If it¡¯s what I think, I thought I made myself perfectly clear before.¡±


    Cain pursed his lips in a mock imitation of an endearing pout. ¡°Oh, I think I can change your mind. What do ya say? Play nice with me, and, though you¡¯ll still be a prisoner, I can give you the keys to the kingdom, baby.¡±


    ¡°Go play with yourself!¡± Alice snapped.


    A predatory smile tugged at the brunette¡¯s lips as he stood. ¡°Thinking of you the whole time.¡±


    Alice looked away, her eyes darting around the room once more. At this point, she would rather be back in her cold cell than spend another moment alone with this boy.


    ¡°You think I¡¯m playing you?¡±


    Alice didn¡¯t answer. She¡¯d be a fool to trust him. The boy obviously got off on the manipulation. It would be a mistake to let him under her skin.


    ¡°When you found my little brother, he had been shot, right?¡±


    ¡°And what of it?¡± Alice returned.


    Cain smiled. ¡°Who do you think shot him?¡±


    Sapphire eyes widened. Alice stared at the boy in disbelief. ¡°Wh-why?¡±


    Cain turned his back to her then, pouring himself another glass of the red liquid. ¡°Believe it or not, I was doing my little brother a favor. We¡¯re more than blood, after all. We¡¯re both Touched.¡±


    Alice quirked a brow. ¡°So why shoot him? Where, in your warped mind, is that doing someone a favor?¡±


    He paused, turning to face her once more. ¡°The virus is a funny thing. Some just take to it more¡­naturally.¡±


    Alice glared. ¡°You honestly expect me to believe that you¡¯re a Touched? You¡¯re working for The Order.¡±


    Cain shrugged. ¡°What can I say? I know a good meal ticket when I see it. Let¡¯s just say I don¡¯t keep all my eggs in one basket.¡±


    ¡°What are you talking about?¡±


    ¡°General Victor rings a bell, I¡¯m sure,¡± Cain replied casually. ¡°He¡¯s made quite a few friends in Deinan.¡±


    Alice froze. General Victor? As in General Thomas Victor?


    The teen shook her head. He was lying. He had to be. If General Victor was orchestrating deals with The Order¡­ ¡°Y-You¡¯re lying.¡±


    Cain held her gaze. ¡°Oh, really? About fifty miles northwest of Deinan. Just west of a little town called River Run.¡±


    The blonde swallowed, her heart leaping into her throat. Did Leo know Victor was a traitor? She did her best to conceal her concern. Unless Leo knew of Victor¡¯s treachery, he was in terrible danger!


    ¡°Did I hit a nerve¡­Lieutenant?¡±


    Alice glared.


    ¡°You see, either way, I¡¯m on the winning side. Make no mistake: I don¡¯t give a rat¡¯s ass if you don¡¯t give up Derwent¡¯s little base. At the end of the day, he¡¯s expendable even to his own people¡­just like you,¡± Cain stated, finishing off his second glass. ¡°You think they care if you¡¯re in here, blondie?¡±


    ¡°They won¡¯t stop looking. Leo IS going to find this place, and-¡±


    Cain chuckled, cutting the girl off. ¡°That¡¯s rich. You may be a lieutenant, but if you think Derwent is going to get Victor to send troops here after you, you¡¯re out of your head.¡± The teen paused, another wicked smile gracing his pale lips. ¡°The only one that can guarantee your safety in here is me.¡±


    Alice said nothing, her sapphire eyes attempting to bore holes into the boy as he continued to smile at her.


    ¡°What?¡± he questioned, cocking his head, ¡°You think I¡¯m bad? You don¡¯t know the monster that¡¯s sharing a cell with you right now.¡±


    Alice¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°You¡¯re delusional.¡±


    ¡°Am I?¡± the brunette returned, his tone dark. ¡°The little bastard was born a murderer.¡±


    Alice looked away as he approached her, trapping her against the wall with a hand on each side of her head as he flattened his palms. Now he was just talking crazy. Born a murderer?


    ¡°The difference in me and him is that, if I want to kill you, I¡¯ll just shoot you and be done with it. 012, on the other hand; he¡¯s a different animal.¡±


    ¡°The only animal here is you,¡± Alice returned.


    ¡°Have you ever seen someone drown?¡±


    A chill shot down the blonde¡¯s spine.


    ¡°You see, it¡¯s all in the eyes. The swift recognition. 012¡¯s favorite thing to do was to manipulate the pressure in the veins to burst, drowning the person in their own fluids. Nasty way to go,¡± Cain continued as he reached a hand up to trail his fingers through soft, golden hair.


    Alice did her best to still her body from shuddering.


    The boy was lying. He had to be. Vincent had been so timid from the moment he¡¯d awakened. He was simply incapable of that kind of brutality.


    ¡°Perhaps you need more time to think it over,¡± the brunette purred, absently stroking her hair.


    Glaring, Alice swung her arm out, her palm landing a solid blow to the boy¡¯s cheek.


    A low grumble sounded in the brunette¡¯s throat as he took a slow step backward. Shaking his head, the teen made his way to the door, knocking on it in signal. ¡°Remember what I said about your friends paying for you doing things the hard way? Think it over carefully, blondie. DON¡¯T keep me waiting.¡±


    Alice chewed her bottom lip in apprehension as she was then led away. One way or another, she had to find a way to get them all out of this nightmare. Their lives depended on it.

 Chapter 15: The Devil You Know

    Chapter 15: The Devil You Know


    Vincent gave a grunt of exertion as he brought the sledgehammer down, splitting the cement block. Blowing out a sigh, he straightened his posture. Raising the back of his left arm, he wiped the sweat from his brow. He¡¯d undone the top portion of his union suit long ago, revealing the white tank-top he¡¯d been provided.


    The teen grimaced. Had he ever been this hot before? Or exhausted? Truthfully, he couldn¡¯t remember. The thought almost made him smile to himself. He couldn¡¯t remember anything, so the answer was fairly obvious.


    Reaching down, he retrieved the water bottle he¡¯d been provided. He frowned. It was nearly empty, containing only around a third of its capacity.


    He sighed. He supposed he should be happy he¡¯d been provided water at all.


    The teen glanced to his right, where Kurt was struggling with his own workload.


    Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Vincent took a small swallow of water. It was then that he noticed the small group of three fellow inmates approaching. They quickly passed by with their eyes set on the young scientist.


    ¡°Hey, you the little prick from this morning?¡± the one who appeared to be the youngest spoke.


    Kurt, taking notice of the men for the first time, slowly stood up straight. ¡°Afraid I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t try to bullshit me! Felix saw you!¡± the smallest of the three challenged.


    Kurt eyed the men for a moment before shaking his head. Though apprehensive, he was clearly not in the mood. ¡°Oh, not Felix. Anyone but Felix. You¡¯ll have to forgive me, but who¡¯s Felix?¡±


    The man who¡¯d spoken glared, exchanging a glance with his two companions before turning back to the younger boy. ¡°Felix is the poor hombre that isn¡¯t going to eat tonight because of you, numb-nuts.¡±


    Kurt¡¯s eyes darted as the inmate¡¯s two companions moved to his sides, surrounding him. He swallowed, sweat beginning to fill his brow. The last thing he needed was a fight. He looked to Vincent, scowling when the little creep looked away.


    ¡°What we gonna do with him, Esteban?¡± one of the other men spoke; a big, brute of a man.


    Kurt glanced the man over nervously. This guy had to be a good head and a half taller than him. His white tank top was slung over his shoulder, exposing his dark torso. His head was completely shaved, baring no hair at all.


    ¡°L-look, I¡¯m sorry about your buddy, but it doesn¡¯t have anything to do with me. I-I don¡¯t want any trouble, guys,¡± the teen mumbled.


    The one referred to as Esteban laughed. Placing the edge of the sledgehammer he held beneath the boy¡¯s chin, he forced him to meet his eyes. ¡°Oh, Muchacho, if you not looking for trouble, your ass be in the wrong place.¡±


    Kurt glared. So far, not a single one of the ten guards stationed around the area seemed inclined to step in. Before he could say anything further, Esteban spoke again.


    ¡°Thanks to making all that racket this manana, Felix got beaten so bad that he couldn¡¯t make it to work detail. Where I¡¯m from, we believe in an eye for an eye.¡± He paused, glancing over to the larger man. ¡°Isn¡¯t that right, Juan?¡±


    Juan nodded in agreement. ¡°Call it a lesson in respect, Chico.¡±


    Kurt opened his mouth to retort, only to slam it shut a moment later as he was knocked to the ground. He grit his teeth at the hard kick delivered to his ribs. The air was forcibly expelled from his lungs as another blow came, then another.


    The teen curled onto his side, which proved to be a mistake. One after another, blows continued to pummel him. His ears rang as a particularly hard blow connected with the back of his head.


    Kurt clenched his teeth again as his ears began to ring. A fist collided with his nose. A sick, metallic taste filled his mouth, nearly causing the teen to gag.


    ¡°Your ass belong to me now, chico. Maybe you think about that next time you want to cause trouble,¡± Esteban remarked, punctuating with another blow to the downed teen¡¯s face.


    Vincent winced, looking away. Should he intervene? The teen chewed his bottom lip. Why? It wasn¡¯t as if the boy had given him anything other than trouble since they¡¯d met.


    ¡°That¡¯s quite enough! If his ass belongs to anyone, it belongs to me,¡± a familiar, Slavic accent ordered, bringing an end to the spectacle. ¡°As a matter of fact, all of your sorry asses belong to me. You would do well to remember that fact, or do you need a reminder?¡±


    All eyes seemed to travel to the doorway, where Vladsco stood. The three inmates ceased their assault, doing their best to avoid eye-contact with the older man.


    The crowded area grew still then as the brunette strolled into the room, none daring to so much as move a muscle for fear of retribution.


    The general crossed his arms at the lack of verbal response.  ¡°I believe it is courteous to give a response when addressed.¡±


    Esteban exchanged a glance with his two comrades before giving a small nod. ¡°Si, Senor,¡± he murmured.


    The general gave a mild grunt of approval, seemingly appeased. Glancing over his shoulder, his dark eyes locked onto Vincent. ¡°Impressive display of camaraderie, 012.¡±


    Vincent frowned at the mocking tone, his eyes drifting to the cement floor as he attempted to ignore the twisting of his heart.


    The general mercifully moved on then, making his way over to the injured teen and hauling him up.


    The teen gave little protest as the general led him away, not that he was in any condition to offer much in the way of resistance.


    Stopping at the door, Vladsco spared a glance at the guards. ¡°You lot are to report to my office at shift change.¡±


    The atmosphere in the room turned nearly suffocating as the door closed then, the inmates slowly returning to their assigned duties without conversation. Even the guards seemed somewhat on edge.


    He deserved it, Vincent attempted to remind himself as he raised his sledgehammer once more, bringing it back down with considerably more force than necessary.


    Onlookers winced as the block splintered, sending shards scattering like rain droplets.


    ****


    Kurt¡¯s dark eyes scanned the room with no small amount of apprehension.


    Why?


    What reason would the general have reason to step in as he had?


    Information¡­ the teen thought bitterly.


    ¡°I must apologize for that unpleasantness. I can assure you that I do not condone such barbaric behavior,¡± Vladsco spoke as he sat down in his leather chair across from the teen.


    Kurt glared across the desk at the older man.


    ¡°Clearly,¡± the teen spat. ¡°Is that why you had a bunch of random, innocent people gunned down when we got here?¡±


    The general shrugged. ¡°How else do you propose I weed out the troublemakers and maintain order?¡±


    The teen snorted, rolling his eyes. ¡°How about not executing innocent people?¡±


    Vladsco chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. ¡°My dear boy, no one is innocent.¡±


    Kurt glared, reaching up to lightly dab at his bleeding nose. He winced at the sharp jab of pain he felt. He was almost positive that it was broken.


    ¡°My boy, you really don¡¯t know how to read a room, do you?¡± the general inquired, an amused expression lighting his features. ¡°I do believe I¡¯ve been quite the gentleman, all things considered.¡±


    The brunette teen snorted again, his dark eyebrows furrowing in anger as he looked away. ¡°Pft! I¡¯ll be sure to let my sister know that, when you had her top cut off in front of everyone, it was you being a proper gentleman.¡±


    Vladsco quirked a brow. That would certainly explain the boy¡¯s defensive behavior. A dark smile lit his features. ¡°Ah, yes, Golden Phoenix. I do apologize for the uncomfortable situation. You must understand, as the man in charge of this place, there are certain expectations I must fulfill. Your sister is a very high-profile prisoner. I simply cannot be seen being soft with her by anyone, otherwise some of my men may think to take it upon themselves to see to her punishments.¡±


    Kurt rolled his eyes. How stupid did this man think he was? ¡°So you have her clothes cut off? Forgive me, but that hardly makes sense.¡±


    Vladsco leaned back in his chair, resting his chin against the knuckles of his left hand as he propped an elbow on his desk. ¡°My apologies, but I hardly think a little public humiliation compares to some of the more¡­let¡¯s just say grotesque¡­maiming I¡¯ve seen happen here.¡±


    The teen gave a huff of disapproval in the back of his throat. ¡°Yeah, cause you know that makes it so much better. Here¡¯s the ¡®not as traumatized as you could be¡¯ award.¡±


    The elder general narrowed his eyes. ¡°There¡¯s no call for being so rude. Is this really how you want to conduct yourself with the person who saved you?¡±


    Kurt fell silent.


    Vladsco gave a nod of approval before reaching to organize a stack of paperwork on his desk. Once he was satisfied, he glanced up at the boy. ¡°I do believe that you and I can reach a mutual agreement on the fact that you are not adequately suited for this, correct?¡±


    Kurt frowned. Was he really that obvious? It wasn¡¯t his fault he lacked the training.


    You know, I recall a saying that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link. Right now, from where I¡¯m standing, that¡¯s you¡­


    The teen¡¯s eyes narrowed as Vincent¡¯s words replayed in his mind. Damn him! Who was he to judge anyway? He resisted the urge to scowl.


    ¡°I¡¯ll take your silence as an affirmation then.¡±


    Kurt gave a noncommittal grunt in the back of his throat to the general¡¯s question. No sense in hanging himself with the proverbial rope, right?


    Leaning forward, the general retrieved a mug from his desk. Steam expelled from the top as he blew, cooling the liquid inside before taking a slow sip. ¡°Allow me to make things simple for you: If you¡¯re useful, you stay alive. If you¡¯re not¡­¡± He paused, taking another sip from his mug before shrugging. ¡°Well, you know what happens to things that aren¡¯t useful.¡±


    Kurt remained silent, his eyes trained on the steel-gray tile of the floor. Indeed, he did. He¡¯d witnessed, firsthand, what noncompliance was met with in this place.


    The teen gave an inward sigh. He supposed he should be used to it. After all, it wasn¡¯t as if it was much different back at the base.


    There was a knock at the door, drawing a sigh of exasperation from the general¡¯s lips.


    ¡°Enter.¡±


    The door opened and a young, blond soldier appeared. ¡°I¡¯m sorry for the interruption, Sir, but the emperor is on the phone for you.¡±


    The general sighed again, clearly less than thrilled. Standing, he pushed his chair in. ¡°Thank you, Thomas. If you would be so kind as to look after the boy until I return, I would be grateful.¡±


    The blond nodded. ¡°Of course, Sir.¡±


    Vladsco returned the sentiment, nodding. ¡°Very good.¡± Turning to Kurt, he offered an apologetic smile. ¡°Forgive me for leaving you so abruptly. I will be back with you before too long. I do hope you and Thomas can find something interesting to discuss in my absence.¡±


    Kurt said nothing. What could he possibly have to say to this guy? And why should he? It wasn¡¯t as if he was looking to make friends.


    ¡°Oh, and, if you would be kind enough to take him down to medical to have that nose properly cared for, I¡¯m sure he would be appreciative,¡± Vladsco stated, turning to Thomas again.


    ¡°I¡¯ll do that, Sir,¡± the blond assured with another nod.


    With that, the general took his leave


    ****


    Alice¡¯s mind seemed to race a mile a minute as she was led down the long hall.


    The little bastard was born a murderer¡­


    The blonde bit her lip, shaking her head as the boy¡¯s words replayed in her mind for what seemed like the hundredth time. He had to be lying. He had to be.


    She frowned. Then again, how well did they really know Vincent?


    A sigh of frustration left the young woman. She honestly didn¡¯t know what to believe anymore. Obviously, there had been at least some truth to the boy¡¯s words. She only prayed that she would get the chance to expose Victor before he made a move.


    The blonde drew in a deep breath. Leo would handle him. For now, her sole focus needed to be finding a way for them all to escape.


    Finally reaching the end of the hall, Jack opened a very large, steel door.


    The pounding of hammers could be heard as a large number of prisoners went about their task of building. Several guards were stationed at various locations throughout the fenced-in area as they observed the new room being built.


    A group of three inmates busily cleared the rubble from the tile floor with long brooms.


    Two of the walls of the room had yet to be constructed, their outlines set in a wooden skeleton of sorts. Beyond the open, back wall was a small yard where bags of what Alice could only assume was trash were piled up.


    ¡°Let¡¯s get you checked in with your block leader. He¡¯ll be the one to give your assignment for the day,¡± Jack informed, catching the blonde¡¯s attention.


    Alice merely nodded. If she could say one positive thing, it would be that at least this Jack person seemed different from the guards she¡¯d met so far. He didn¡¯t seem to find it necessary to hit her repeatedly with his gun to prod her along like the others.


    The teen sighed in a small bit of contentment as a slight breeze ruffled her disheveled hair. She drew in a deep breath. It was the first breath of truly fresh air she¡¯d had since arriving at the prison, and the break from the stale, musty scent of closed building was definitely appreciated.


    It was then that Alice spotted Vincent near the back wall, breaking up the larger chunks of debris into smaller, more manageable, pieces with a large mallet.


    For a moment, the teen simply admired him. His midnight hair was ruffled slightly, giving him somewhat of an untamed look. His pale skin almost seemed to gleam in the bright sunshine. The top portion of his union suit had been pulled down, the arms tied securely around his waist. His white tank-top had been removed and was fastened around his forehead in a makeshift headband. Once again, the girl couldn¡¯t help but notice how toned the boy actually was beneath the more boyish features he possessed.


    Alice felt her cheeks begin to burn and closed her eyes. No. She would not allow herself to be fooled so easily again.


    Cain¡¯s words replayed in her mind once more, causing the blonde to frown. Then again, what evidence did she have to trust Cain? Vincent had been nothing but nice to her.


    Of course, there was always the chance it was an act¡­


    The teen shook her head. No. If he were truly acting, he would have had no reason to be as comforting and attentive as he was.


    ¡°That¡¯s Hugh over there,¡± Jack commented, disrupting the blonde''s thoughts as he gestured to a table toward the back of the room. The man he¡¯d indicated appeared to be in his mid thirties with a medium build. His chestnut hair was clipped short, causing his ears to stick out quite noticeably from the frame of his face.


    Jack waved. ¡°Hey, Hugh!¡± he called.


    The brunette acknowledged, returning the gesture before finishing up whatever conversation he had been having with his fellow inmate.


    ¡°Got another one here for ya, Hugh,¡± Jack spoke as the block leader approached.


    The man regarded Alice for a moment, his eyes widening. ¡°Golden Phoenix? So the rumors were true?¡± he murmured, rubbing the back of his head.


    ¡°It would appear your reputation precedes you,¡± Jack smiled.


    Alice resisted the urge to roll her eyes, clearly less than thrilled.


    ¡°I suppose I can have her clear out some of the smaller pieces and take them to the trash pile over there. Don¡¯t really feel right having a woman bustin¡¯ rocks all day.¡±


    Jack nodded in understanding. ¡°Well, she¡¯s all yours now. I have to report back, or else I might just be joining your little party out here.¡±


    The two men shared a laugh, Jack bidding a final farewell before taking his leave.


    ¡°Let¡¯s get you set up over here,¡± Hugh spoke as he led the way to the back area of the room.


    Alice glanced over her surroundings once more, her sapphire eyes widening as the realization dawned on her. Where was Kurt?! She had assumed that he and Vincent would be kept together.


    The teen breathed an inward sigh of relief when she noticed that this Hugh person was apparently leading her back into Vincent¡¯s work area. At least she would be able to keep an eye on one of them.


    Vincent¡¯s features immediately brightened as he caught sight of the approaching pair. He quickly straightened his posture, giving them his full attention.


    ¡°Vincent,¡± Hugh began in introduction, ¡°this is-¡±


    ¡°Golden Phoenix,¡± Vincent smiled, ¡°I¡¯m aware. We came in together.¡±


    The brunette laughed, tossing his head back. ¡°In that case, I suppose it won¡¯t be a problem for you two to work together, huh.¡±


    The teens smiled, shaking their heads.


    ¡°Good, cause if we don¡¯t have this area clear by noon, it¡¯ll be my head they come after,¡± Hugh muttered sourly. ¡°I¡¯m probably gonna be in enough hot water for earlier this morning, as it is.¡±


    Alice¡¯s ears perked. ¡°Earlier this morning?¡±


    Hugh nodded. ¡°Yeah. There was a scuffle. The general stepped in and put an end to it.¡±


    Vincent sighed. ¡°It was some of the guys Kurt riled up from this morning. They were looking for a fight.¡±


    Alice drew in a breath, closing her eyes as she pinched the bridge of her nose. ¡°And you didn¡¯t see fit to stop them?¡±


    ¡°Not that it¡¯s any of my business, but you¡¯re better off leaving well enough alone around here. Esteban and his little gang aren¡¯t exactly the sort you want to go messing around with,¡± Hugh commented, scratching the back of his head. ¡°What did your pal do to get ¡®em going anyway?¡±


    The pair exchanged a bashful glance before looking away from one another.


    Vincent gave an awkward chuckle, scratching the back of his head. ¡°W-well, let¡¯s just say that they didn¡¯t exactly appreciate the wakeup call he gave them.¡±


    The older man chuckled. ¡°Yeah, you definitely don¡¯t want to be waking any sleeping dogs around here. Good way to get your leg bitten off, if ya know what I mean.¡±


    Alice sighed. ¡°Well, if there was ever anything Kurt¡¯s never been very good at, it¡¯s leaving well enough alone.¡±


    Hugh snorted. ¡°Well, he goes pissing off the wrong people here, he¡¯s gonna have a lot more than a little broken nose to worry about.¡±


    The two teens exchanged a glance.


    ¡°A-anyway, I think we¡¯ll just have you working disposal today, Phoenix,¡± Hugh murmured after a moment, wisely changing the subject.


    The blonde nodded as she was handed a large, rectangular bin with wheels.


    ¡°Once you fill this, you can take it to the yard over there. Rinse and repeat until further instructions. Got it?¡±


    Both teens nodded in understanding.


    With that, the block leader left the pair to their assigned tasks.


    ****


    Kurt winced as he rubbed the bandage on his nose. At least it wasn¡¯t throbbing as much now.


    The general never came to retrieve him from the medical wing, so the guards had eventually opted to bring him back to his cell for the time being.


    The boy sighed, leaning his head back against the wall as he closed his eyes. Not that he would complain. At least it was giving him a temporary respite from the manual labor. And from Vincent¡­


    The teen frowned. The little snake!


    The brunette gave a faint, pained moan as he pushed himself away from the wall, standing up. He winced again as he slowly shuffled toward the bed and sat down.


    Perhaps some rest while he had the chance would be a good idea?


    Truthfully, sleep had eluded him for most of the night. He¡¯d resolved himself to keep watch over them after Alice had invited the traitor to sleep next to her.


    The teen snorted. Obviously, Alice was allowing her attraction to override her better judgment.


    Sure, the circumstances surrounding him were strange. Maybe things weren¡¯t as cut and dry as he would like. Was that any reason to be less cautious? The boy was still a stranger to them, after all.


    A long yawn escaped him.


    He smiled slightly as he closed his eyes. He would take great pleasure in exposing the little creep. One way or the other. He wouldn¡¯t rest until he did.


    ****


    Alice unloaded the container before pausing to wipe the sweat from her forehead. She now understood why Vincent had opted to remove his shirt altogether. The teen was grateful that she at least had the white tank top.


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    The blonde sighed. She had finished her water what seemed like ages ago. Leaning against the bin, she closed her eyes.


    As if sensing the girl¡¯s plight, Vincent appeared at her side. He held out his water bottle.


    Alice gave a grateful smile, though she hesitated. ¡°What about you? You¡¯re the one having to be out here, in this heat, swinging a mallet around.¡±


    Vincent chuckled. ¡°True, but I¡¯m at least not pushing around a bin bigger than I am.¡±


    The blonde gave a somewhat playful glare, folding her arms. ¡°Are you taking a shot at my height?¡±


    The boy¡¯s cheeks flared with a sudden heat. He cleared his throat, backpedaling. ¡°W-well, you, um, are¡­uh¡­¡±


    The girl¡¯s musical giggling cut him off as she simply beamed.


    Vincent smiled, gazing at the young woman in contentment. A gentle warmth rushed through him. That smile would be the death of him! ¡°Does my joke measure up to your expectations, Miss?¡±


    Another trickle of laughter leaked from the girl¡¯s lips. She gave a playful roll of her eyes before finally accepting the water bottle from the boy, attempting to not think too deeply upon the fact that they were now indirectly kissing.


    Vincent took the opportunity to untie the shirt from around his head, sending his shaggy, black hair free with a quick shake of his head.


    Alice downed the last of the bottle¡¯s contents before passing it back to the boy. ¡°Thank you, Vincent. Really¡­¡±


    The brunette smiled again, his molten, amber eyes glimmering in the bright sunshine. ¡°Of course, Miss.¡±


    The blonde smiled, her heart missing a beat at the wave of warmth that swept through her. Those eyes would be her undoing.


    The pair continued to regard one another for a moment longer, seemingly in a world of their own. Sapphire gazed contentedly into amber.


    Reality, however, has a nasty way of imposing itself at the most inopportune times.


    A shrill whistle brought an end to the warm moment, causing both teens to jump slightly.


    ¡°Alright, everyone, hit the showers, then back to your cells!¡± one of the guards ordered.


    Light chatter commenced as the inmates began making their way toward the door. Vincent and Alice exchanged a glance before joining the rest of the prisoners.


    Hugh stood in the doorway, checking off names on a sheet of paper as each prisoner passed through. He offered the pair a friendly nod of acknowledgement. ¡°Well, you two seem to have made it through your first day no worse for wear.¡±


    Vincent rolled his eyes. ¡°Oh, yeah, it was a real treat.¡±


    Hugh snorted. ¡°Hey, just be glad you got to work in here today. They could have stationed you down in the boiler. You think it gets hot out here? You don¡¯t know what hot is.¡±


    Vincent said nothing, merely choosing to grumble his discontent under his breath.


    ¡°The guard said something about showers?¡± Alice questioned.


    The block leader gave an awkward smile, nodding. ¡°Yeah, you get an assigned amount of shower time. Usually about twenty minutes.¡± He paused, glancing the young woman over before turning to Vincent. ¡°I would suggest sticking to each other as closely as possible. The showers here are co-ed, so I¡¯d keep a real close eye on her in there, if I were you. ¡±


    Alice paled. All the while she¡¯d been working, she¡¯d done her best to ignore the various glances sent in her direction from her fellow inmates. She closed her eyes. Almost immediately, the memory of having her dress cut off upon their arrival rushed to the forefront of her mind.


    Sensing the young woman¡¯s distress, Vincent began to protest. ¡°Isn¡¯t there another way? I mean, surely they don¡¯t force the women to bathe with the men, do they?¡±


    Hugh scratched the back of his head, waiting until the guards were preoccupied in conversation before speaking again. ¡°W-well, no it isn¡¯t forced. You could technically request to bathe alone, though I would highly advise against that,¡± he murmured.


    ¡°Why is that?¡±


    Hugh made a gesture toward the guards. ¡°Well, when big, bad wolf comes looking, do you wanna be the only little sheep in the field, or would you rather be in a herd?¡±


    Alice gave a disgusted snort. ¡°And here I thought all the wolves were in their cages.¡±


    The older brunette chuckled for a moment before sobering. ¡°Seriously, though, watch your backs. If you don¡¯t, you can bet your ass that someone will be chewing on it.¡±


    The pair exchanged a mutual glance of disappointment before resigning themselves to their fate and following the rest of their fellow inmates.


    Exiting the room, the pair made their way back down the long hallway. Several guards were stationed in the hall, moving the prisoners along.


    Alice couldn¡¯t deny the feeling of dread deep within her chest as she and Vincent took their place in the line gradually forming as each inmate was passed through the checkpoint stationed at the end of the hall before moving on. She blew out a sigh. The hall now seemed almost twice as long as when Jack had brought her down it earlier.


    After finally passing through the checkpoint some minutes later, the pair was guided into a locker room of sorts. The sound of running water could be heard coming from the doorway at the back of the room.


    Alice slowly made her way over to one of the many benches and took a seat. Glancing at the dingy, white tile floor, she grimaced at the thought of removing her shoes.


    Vincent appeared at her side a moment later, apprehension darkening his features.


    The blonde did her best to give the boy a reassuring smile, nod, anything that wouldn¡¯t give away her anxiety at the moment. However, she could tell by the look she received in response that she was failing.


    The boy turned his back to her then, choosing to divert his attention to the cream-colored towels laid out neatly upon the bench on the left side of the room. What should he do? The girl was clearly, and understandably so, uncomfortable in the situation, but he wasn¡¯t so certain that leaving her alone was advisable. Not after what Hugh had told them.


    As if sensing the teen¡¯s thoughts, the door opened with a ¡®clang¡¯ as Hugh entered. He regarded the pair with a nod of acknowledgement before moving to the other side of the room to strip out of his suit.


    Vincent, feeling more than a little awkward, turned himself away from the, now naked, male. However, as he turned to face the opposite direction, he was met with a sight he was positive stopped his heart. Or, perhaps, it was simply beating too quickly for him to register. His breath hung in his throat.


    Amber eyes widened as he drank in the sight of pale flesh. The blonde faced away from him, giving him a sinfully delicious view of her backside. The teen swallowed, feeling his pulse throb through his veins as heat crept up his neck to settle in his cheeks.


    For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Once again, he was positive that she had to be the most beautiful woman he¡¯d ever seen in his relatively young life.


    The golden hair that fell just past her shoulders appeared as soft as silk. The fact that he could attest to the fact that her hair was, indeed, as soft as it looked brought his blush to an ever deeper hue. Her pale, alabaster skin was perfect, seeming to almost glow in its radiance.


    The teen let out a breath he hadn¡¯t realized he¡¯d even been holding. It was then that he noticed her faint trembling and frowned. ¡°A-are you-¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m fine,¡± she quickly murmured, cutting him off without turning around.


    ¡°Ahem!¡± Hugh cleared his throat, drawing the boy¡¯s attention.


    Vincent jerked his eyes away, his gaze diverting to the floor.


    God, how shameful! Just how pathetic was he?! She was terrified, and all he could do is stare?!


    Depraved animal¡­


    The teen winced at the jabbing thought. Perhaps he really was no better than these monsters.


    ¡°I¡¯m, uh, sorry to startle ya, boy, but you two better get a move on before the guards come in here to get you,¡± Hugh murmured, snapping the boy out of his self-depreciating thoughts.


    Vincent spared a glance at the young woman once more before bringing himself to face the block leader. He was grateful that the man at least now had a towel covering himself. ¡°R-right.¡±


    Hugh held out a couple of towels to the boy. ¡°Here, you¡¯ll need these.¡±


    Vincent nodded in gratitude. Biting his lip, he inched his way over to the girl. ¡°H-here, Miss,¡± he murmured, gently laying the towel across her right shoulder. Doing his best to not allow his eyes to get him in any trouble, he quickly whipped around at her soft utterance of gratitude.


    The teen used the opportunity to strip the rest of the way out of his own union suit, wrapping his towel around his middle. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt the soft hand upon his shoulder.


    ¡°S-sorry,¡± Alice giggled lightly, feeling somewhat awkward.


    ¡°Dirty clothes go over here in the bin,¡± Hugh instructed, gesturing to a large, green bin in the corner next to the doorway.


    ¡°Y-you ready?¡± Vincent asked, sending the girl his best attempt at a reassuring glance over his shoulder.


    The blonde snorted. ¡°As I¡¯ll ever be,¡± she muttered, sliding her hand away from his shoulder.


    Vincent swallowed, feeling a tingle run down his spine as velvet fingertips brushed his bare back.


    ¡°Well, well, what we got here? Fresh meat?¡± a voice spoke from the doorway.


    Hugh cringed as he whipped around to face the young man standing in the doorframe.


    Vincent¡¯s eyes immediately narrowed. The man had the same accent as the one who¡¯d started the fight with Kurt earlier. To say he wasn¡¯t in the mood for a confrontation would be an understatement. His muscles tightened as he felt the young woman behind him tense.


    ¡°Why don¡¯t you just go on, Ricardo? We aren¡¯t looking for any trouble. You wouldn¡¯t want the guards getting sore at ya for preventing the natural flow, would ya? Everyone gotta take their scheduled shower time,¡± Hugh grumbled, his tone somewhat stern.


    The Latino shrugged, spitting a wad of phlegm onto the tile floor with a ¡®splat¡¯. ¡°You think they give a shit who showers?¡± He paused, his line of sight going beyond Vincent to land on the, now glaring, blonde. ¡°Then again, they might make an exception for this one.¡±


    Alice resisted the urge to gag as his dark eyes roved over her form.


    Hugh gave a dry chuckle. ¡°Yeah, well, I¡¯d keep my distance, if I were you. Unless, of course, you want certain parts of yourself burnt off.¡±


    A cocksure grin tugged at Ricardo¡¯s lips. ¡°Is that right? I know some muchachos who like their women with a little fire in them. Hell, I¡¯d buy her for a couple of cigarettes.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯ll do no such thing, you sick sack of dog vomit,¡± Hugh snapped, ¡°Now you go on, before I get the guards in here.¡±


    Ricardo gave a dramatic show, holding his hands up. ¡°Chill, hombre. Ain¡¯t no call for such hostility. I heard from my baby brother that some newbies were out here getting too big for their pants. We can¡¯t have that now, can we?¡±


    ¡°Yeah, well, I think your brother already made his point when he broke the guy¡¯s nose,¡± Vincent muttered before Hugh could retort.


    Ricardo¡¯s eyes quickly left Hugh in favor of the brunette stranger. ¡°And who are you supposed to be, dickhead?¡±


    ¡°Jack,¡± Vincent quipped, ¡°Jack Mayhoff. What¡¯s it to you?¡±


    Ricardo maintained the boy¡¯s steely gaze a moment longer before bursting into a hearty laugh. ¡°You¡¯re either the bravest bastard yet, or the dumbest.¡± Stepping away from the doorway, he gestured. ¡°Get your asses in there before I lose my good mood.¡±


    The trio wasted no time debating.


    Stepping through the doorway, Alice and Vincent were greeted by a large, open shower.  There appeared to be around a dozen or so free shower heads. Each head had its own corresponding faucet on the wall.


    Alice quickly shuffled over to one of the available spaces in the back corner, avoiding any eye-contact with her fellow prisoners. Reaching for the knob on the faucet, she turned it to a cooler setting.


    The teen sighed in contentment. She at least no longer felt like she was melting from the inside out. Closing her eyes, she relished the feel of the water cooling her heated skin. Cupping her hands, she allowed a small amount of water to collect in them. She brought her hands to her lips, drinking the liquid eagerly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Vincent doing much the same. Poor guy.


    The teen frowned, suddenly feeling guilty for having taken the last of his water earlier. Her eyebrows ticked upward in slight amusement as she watched him for a moment. The boy kept curling and uncurling his fingers, a deep frown of discontent darkening his features.


    What was he doing?


    Sapphire eyes widened as realization dawned on her. He was trying to use his powers! A slight smile tugged at her lips. Come to think of it; the poor boy hadn¡¯t exactly had the chance to even attempt to learn his own powers.


    She watched the boy continue to try for a moment longer before he eventually gave up with a huff of annoyance.


    The pair made it through the rest of their shower break in relative peace. Of course, it may have had something to do with the dozen guards supervising.


    As they were exiting the showers, a medium-built, dark-haired prisoner passed by them. His pale skin bore several tattoos, a majority of which were on his left arm. He glanced their way, regarding them with a nod before making his way over to a small group of guards.


    ¡°That¡¯s Shan. I would stay far away from that one. He¡¯s in good with the guards higher up in the ranks,¡± Hugh murmured as they made their way back into the locker room.


    The room was relatively noisy, coming alive with conversation as prisoners conversed while they redressed themselves. All under the ever-watchful eyes of the guards, of course.


    Alice and Vincent exchanged a glance before joining the rest of the inmates lining up for fresh uniforms. The pair gained a mutual look of disgust when they caught sight of the individual handing out the clothing.


    Cain grinned as it came their turn. Handing a suit to Vincent, he regarded Alice with a coy smile. ¡°Have you had enough time to consider my proposal?¡±


    The blonde rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore the question. Reaching to take the uniform, she scowled as the boy jerked it back. ¡°Go pound sand,¡± she snapped as she yanked the clothing from him.


    ¡°What proposal?¡± Vincent demanded, his eyes narrowing.


    Cain chuckled. ¡°Nothing for you to worry about, little brother. It¡¯s just between me and her. Right, Phoenix?¡±


    The blonde didn¡¯t reply. Simply choosing to shoot the dickhead a nasty glare, the teen spun on her heels and made to walk away. She and Vincent hadn¡¯t made it more than three steps when the boy called out, his tone suddenly much darker.


    ¡°Mark my words: Before this night¡¯s over, you¡¯ll regret that answer.¡±


    Vincent didn¡¯t bother turning around to express his feelings on the matter. He didn¡¯t know what kind of ¡®proposal¡¯ he¡¯d offered the girl, and he didn¡¯t care. Not when she had so clearly given her answer. Flashing his middle finger over his shoulder, he missed the murderous glare he received in response as he kept walking.


    ****


    Kurt grimaced as he downed the last spoonful of his soup, sitting across from his cellmates on the floor. His dark eyebrows creased.


    The pair had spoken very little since they¡¯d arrived back in the cell; mostly Alice expressing concern over his injuries.


    As if sensing the boy was thinking of her, the blonde looked up to pin him with a look of exasperation. ¡°Be grateful you even have food, Kurt.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s okay, they only don¡¯t feed the ones that don¡¯t work,¡± Vincent countered. Turning to Kurt, he gave a wry grin. ¡°Oh, wait¡­¡±


    ¡°Prick,¡± Kurt spat. ¡°I got my nose broken!¡±


    ¡°Too bad it wasn¡¯t your mouth,¡± Vincent countered with a roll of his eyes.


    Truthfully, the boy was becoming exhausting, and, after the day he¡¯d had, he really wasn¡¯t in any mood to indulge him.


    ¡°Enough, you two,¡± Alice muttered. ¡°What did I say about working together?¡±


    Both boys seemed content to grumble under their breath before looking away.


    The blonde rolled her eyes. Honestly! Deciding that keeping the conversation more on track would result in less bickering, she continued. ¡°So, Kurt, you¡¯ve been in here most of the day, right?¡±


    The brunette turned to face her, nodding.


    ¡°Did you manage to pick up on any patterns with the guards, then?¡±


    The teen paled. Truthfully, he¡¯d forgotten. He¡¯d been so exhausted and in pain that he¡¯d slept nearly the whole time. Not that it really mattered. There was no way that they were actually going to be able to pull off an escape.


    He hung his head. ¡°N-no.¡±


    Vincent gave a sigh of frustration, leaning his head back against the wall.


    Alice pinched the bridge of her nose, trying not to allow her exasperation to get the better of her. Her eyes momentarily shifted to the metal ring around her ankle. She would have to be careful. She couldn¡¯t risk being put to sleep again.


    ¡°It¡¯s okay. Just try to remember to pay close attention from now on, alright? We want out of here as soon as possible,¡± she finally murmured after a moment.


    Kurt snorted. ¡°You still think we have a chance of escaping?¡±


    The look he received in response told him the answer should be obvious.


    ¡°Have a little faith, Kurt.¡±


    The brunette rolled his eyes. ¡°You can have your faith, I¡¯ll be realistic.¡±


    Alice folded her arms as she sat on the bed. Stubborn boy! ¡°Yeah, well, everyone said it wasn¡¯t realistic that David would defeat Goliath either.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s ears perked. ¡°Who¡¯s Goliath?¡±


    Kurt groaned, sending a sarcastic look in his sister¡¯s direction. ¡°Alice, now really isn¡¯t the time for fairytales.¡±


    Ignoring her brother, the blonde turned to Vincent with a smile. ¡°He was the champion warrior of the Philistines that was defeated by a boy named David.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s IF you believe in made up fairytales,¡± Kurt quipped, earning yet another glare from his sister.


    ¡°I don¡¯t believe I was asking you,¡± Vincent muttered.


    In all honesty, he was quite interested in the girl¡¯s story. Whether there was any truth to the tale didn¡¯t matter so much as the message of faith in and of itself.


    Faith. Faith that they would find a way out of this¡­somehow.


    Kurt shrugged. ¡°Well, since I got a lot of rest earlier, I¡¯ll take first watch. You two better get some rest. That is, unless you wanna stay up all night telling stories.¡±


    Alice and Vincent both rolled their eyes.


    Too tired to argue, the pair resumed their previous positions from the night prior and made themselves comfortable on the bed.


    Vincent smiled warmly as the girl¡¯s head fell to his shoulder.


    Yes, he would much rather keep fighting. After all, what was there to be gained by giving up now?


    The teen yawned.


    Somehow. Somehow, they would make it through this. Then it would all be a bad memory.


    ****


    Startled, sapphire eyes flew open, a rush of air resembling that of a gasp leaving the girl¡¯s lips at the sharp jerk to her arm. Suddenly, she was on the floor, the metal ring on her ankle biting deep into her skin as she was suddenly jerked toward the doorway of her cell.


    Her head swam. Vincent and Kurt were shouting something, though she was hardly hearing at the moment.


    What was this? A dream? Another nightmare?


    Finally managing to clear the haze of sleep from her vision, Alice twisted onto her back, delivering a hard kick to her attacker¡¯s arm.


    The guard growled at the pain.


    Four more guards spilled into the cell, two of them moving out of her field of vision as they rushed to restrain her brother.


    The other two guards moved to her. One quickly grabbed her arms, holding them down while the other held up what appeared to be a metal collar of sorts.


    Pressing his thumb to the hinge, the contraption popped open.


    Alice stiffened at the cool metal against her skin.


    Pain. Hot, searing rivets of pain coursed through her nervous system as she felt metal prongs pierce her flesh. There was a loud ¡®click¡¯ in her ear as the device snapped closed, sitting flush against her skin.


    The teen gasped, suddenly finding it overwhelmingly difficult to breathe. Somewhere behind her, she heard Vincent and Kurt shout her name, though she was unable to respond.


    There was a feeling of weightlessness for a moment as two of the guards picked the girl up, carrying her out into the hallway.


    The teen gagged as she hit the hard, concrete floor.


    The other three remaining guards exited the cell, closing the door behind them.


    ¡°Well, well, well, aren¡¯t you a sight?¡± an eerily familiar voice spoke.


    The girl wheezed. Shifting to roll onto her side, she sat up. Her heart nearly stopped.


    Cain stood in the hallway. He wore nothing more than a pair of black, silk shorts. Twirling an object in his hand, he offered her a cheshire grin. The kind of grin a fox might give a rabbit before devouring it.


    ¡°Like your new accessory?¡± he questioned as he sauntered over to her. Opening his hand, he revealed the object he¡¯d been twirling.


    A controller?


    ¡°I had this little baby made just for you,¡± Cain drawled. Tucking a slender finger under her chin, he met her eyes. ¡°I told you that you would regret blowing me off, sweetheart.¡±


    Alice glared, jerking her head back. She would have retorted, however, the prongs embedded next to her larynx made speaking rather difficult.


    ¡°Bastard,¡± Vincent spat, gripping the bars of the cell.


    Cain turned to him with a smile. ¡°You aren¡¯t gonna want to miss this.¡± Turning his attention back to the young woman, his smile darkened as he held up the controller. ¡°Let the party begin.¡±


    Alice blinked as he clicked one of the buttons, a startled shriek leaving her lips at the jolt of pain that followed. She rasped, trying desperately to force enough oxygen into her burning lungs.


    ¡°I believe you and I are beginning to understand one another, huh?¡± the brunette quipped, hitting the button on the controller again for emphasis.


    A choked gasp rushed from the blonde¡¯s lips as her limbs began twitch at the pain.


    Pain. Hot, burning fire coursed through her body. No longer able to remain sitting, the teen fell to her side, attempting to curl into a ball.


    Yes, that was it. She was trapped in another nightmare. This couldn¡¯t be real.


    Wake up, Alice! Come on, wake up!


    The teen¡¯s internal pleas seemed to fall upon deaf ears as the boy pressed the button yet again. Try as she may, she was unable to prevent the anguished yelp that escaped her throat. Hot tears began to form in her blurry eyes.


    God, her throat burned!


    Her whole body felt as though it had been set aflame. She barely registered Vincent¡¯s and Kurt¡¯s screams above the throbbing of her pulse in her ears.


    ¡°Stop it! You¡¯re gonna kill her!¡± Kurt wailed, pressing his face against the bars. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the iron barriers.


    ¡°Oh, don¡¯t you worry. I wouldn¡¯t dream of it,¡± Cain replied as he bent down, retrieving a pair of scissors from the pocket of his shorts.


    The girl¡¯s heart dropped to the pit of her stomach as she attempted to flex her fingers. A cold jolt rocketed down her spine as he forced her legs apart with a knee, leaning over her.


    Move! Why couldn¡¯t she move?! Punch, kick, anything!


    She blinked. It was then that the icy grip of reality descended. This was no nightmare. She really was here, on the floor, being held down by guards, as this boy cut off her suit.


    ¡°Alright, princess, no wiggling, okay? Wouldn¡¯t want to clip that gorgeous skin of yours,¡± he whispered.


    Sapphire eyes crackled dangerously.


    ¡°Ah, ah, ah. Don¡¯t even think about it,¡± the boy spoke, carefully cutting away the bottom portion of her suit, freeing her legs.


    Cold. Suddenly, she felt so cold. She was all too aware of the light trembling of her legs as he settled himself between them.


    ¡°Now that¡¯s more like it. You just be a good girl, alright?¡± He whispered again.


    The girl shuddered as his voice brushed her ear.


    ¡°Because I swear, if you even so much as blink wrong,¡± He paused, showing the girl the remote. ¡°I press this button, and I don¡¯t stop until you quit breathing.¡±


    The guards holding her arms pulled the top part of her suit off, leaving the trembling girl in nothing more than the white tank-top and white, cotton panties she¡¯d been provided earlier.


    She pinched her eyes shut as she felt his weight settle against her, pressing his groin into her clothed core. Her eyes snapped open as he forced their lips together.


    Somewhere behind them, she heard Vincent let out a primal yell, followed by Kurt¡¯s wailing.


    The teen simply blinked for a moment. What should she do? Should she choose to bite the tongue forcing its way into her mouth, she was pretty sure he would make good on his threat to execute her via the electrical device attached to her neck. She was equally certain that kneeing him in the erect member pressed into her groin would yield similar results. She could set him on fire, but she was also quite positive that, should she elect to do so, she wouldn¡¯t be waking up this time.


    The boy began to move against her, causing her muscles to stiffen as he repeatedly rubbed himself on her.


    A scream bubbled up in her throat. A feral sound born out of terror, pain, and despair, all rolled into one. However, the sound never left as he continued to seal their mouths together over and over again.


    She drew in shallow breaths through her nose, feeling his penis begin to throb against her. Despite the pain, her lungs greedily sucked in much needed oxygen as he finally pulled back for breath.


    ¡°That good, huh?¡± he whispered huskily as he sat back, leaning off her long enough to remove his shorts.


    Vincent let out another chorus of feral cries laced with threats, though she was hardly paying attention anymore. Truthfully, her mind had simply gone numb.


    Powerless. She was absolutely powerless.


    ¡°What do ya say we turn up the heat, so to speak?¡± he winked, reaching for her panties.


    Alice squeezed her eyes shut once more as she felt the garment slide down her legs and away. Warm saline trickled down porcelain cheeks as she attempted to still her trembling, waiting for it all to be ended.


    So many things. There were so many things I wanted. I wanted to fall in love. I wanted a family¡­ The teen bit her lip. Stop. Just stop¡­


    ¡°So you want heat, is it?¡± a voice boomed from behind them.


    Cain immediately halted, leaping off the girl at the sound of the voice. Shit!


    ¡°G-General Vladsco,¡± the guards rasped, instantly stepping away from the girl and averting their eyes to the floor.


    Alice sucked in a breath, curling into a tight ball.


    ¡°You maggots have got a hell of a lot of explaining to do!¡± the general barked.


    The guards flinched, looking anywhere but at their angry superior.


    Cain quickly pulled his shorts back on as the general whirled on him.


    ¡°And you. Where the hell do you get off conducting such a sick atrocity in MY prison?!¡±


    ¡°I was-¡±


    ¡°Shut up! I¡¯ve had more than enough of your nonsense, boy. Give me that controller,¡± Vladsco barked, cutting the brunette off.


    Cain¡¯s eyes narrowed, though he relented.


    ¡°I am never to catch you near this block again. If I do, I¡¯ll kill you myself. Get your sorry ass back to your quarters.¡±


    Cain scowled but said nothing. He spared the blonde another predatory glance before slipping away, back into the darkness he¡¯d appeared from.


    Vladsco gazed at the shivering girl. Turning to one of the guards, he glared. ¡°For God sakes, get the woman a blanket!¡±


    The guard jumped slightly, dashing into one of the empty cells to retrieve the item of request.


    Vladsco bent down, retrieving the girl¡¯s cotton panties from the floor. Frowning as he slowly approached her, he gently set them down next to her.


    ¡°H-here, Sir,¡± the guard murmured, holding out a small, brown blanket.


    Vladsco snatched the item, gently placing it around the girl¡¯s shoulders before pulling her to her feet. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he steadied the girl.


    Alice¡¯s jaw clenched as he led her back to her cell. No. She wouldn¡¯t give any of them the satisfaction. Now wasn¡¯t the time for breaking down. Right?


    ¡°I assure you, Phoenix, this is the last you will see of 010. You have my greatest sympathy.¡±


    The blonde didn¡¯t respond. Sympathy? Funny how it seemed like that was only a commodity extended once damage had already been done.


    The general unlocked the cell door, gently pushing the girl inside. ¡°You all will be excused from work detail tomorrow.¡± He paused, turning to the guards. ¡°You five will report to my office.¡±


    The men hung their heads, nodding. ¡°Y-yes, Sir.¡±


    ¡°How do you get that damned contraption off?¡±


    The guards exchanged glances before one answered in a small voice. ¡°U-uh, 010 has a key. Hidden away.¡±


    Vladsco¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Very well. I¡¯ll see to it myself.¡±


    The soft clicking of boots signaled the leave of the men. No longer having the strength to stand, the blonde fell to her knees.


    ¡°Alice!¡± Kurt exclaimed, rushing to his sister¡¯s side immediately.


    She quickly raised a hand to halt him where he was, causing the boy¡¯s eyes to widen.


    Vincent felt tears sting his eyes as he watched her slowly crawl into the nearby corner of the cell.


    The soft rustle of fabric accompanied the teen pulling her undergarments back on. She drew her knees to her chest, burying her face into them.


    Vincent looked away, his heart sinking low in his chest. The trembling of her small frame alerted him to her tears before the sobs inevitably came.

 Chapter 16: Project Genesis

    Chapter 16: Project Genesis


    The pale, gray light of early dawn descended upon the prison, bringing with it the promise of a new day.


    Deep within the halls of Cell Block B, all was eerily quiet. If one was none the wiser, they may be inclined to believe that no incident took place only hours prior.


    Vladsco leaned back in his chair, an almost forlorn sigh escaping his lips.


    Where did he go so wrong?


    Glancing down, he traced a finger along the smiling faces of the photo he was cradling. It seemed so long ago now.


    The general closed his eyes. In a lot of ways, it seemed like both those children in the photograph had perished long ago. And for what?


    Looking up from his treasure to glance around his office only seemed to provide him more sorrow. This was certainly not what he¡¯d originally envisioned.


    I¡¯m so sorry, Lydia, lyubov moya


    The aged General sighed, returning the photo back to its resting place upon his desk. At least he¡¯d had the foresight to capture that one image in time: A young, lovely brunette cradling two small children, one of which was still only an infant.


    Vladsco closed his eyes as he recalled the memory. The children couldn¡¯t have been more than one and three at the time. Of course, that¡¯s when her health had decided to take a drastic decline.


    An unfortunate side effect.


    The general pinched the bridge of his nose. He¡¯d tried so desperately to save her then. In the end, she¡¯d gotten her wish. At least she¡¯d lived long enough to conceive and birth their second child.


    You have one week, Vladsco! One week to broadcast Golden Phoenix¡¯s execution and get your ass to Deinan, or I¡¯m personally going to come there and do away with all your little ¡®pets¡¯ myself! Your days as General are numbered!


    Vladsco¡¯s eyes narrowed. The phone call with Shiro the day prior had been even worse than he¡¯d anticipated.


    How dare he?! Did the buffoon not realize how much he¡¯d sacrificed?


    The general gave another weary sigh. The emperor had never understood his vision, so it wouldn¡¯t exactly be beyond reason. After all, a true artist is never fully appreciated in their lifetime.


    A knock at the door drew the aged General¡¯s attention. ¡°Enter.¡±


    ¡°Go-good morning, Sir. My apologies for any delay. I came as soon as I heard you¡¯d sent for me,¡± Jack murmured as he appeared in the doorway.


    ¡°Yes, yes, do come in,¡± Vladsco instructed, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk. ¡°I take it that you¡¯ve heard about the little upset last night?¡±


    Jack grimaced, nodding as he slowly sat down. How could he have not heard? Word was already spreading through the prison like wildfire.


    The general gave a noise of discontent in the back of his throat. ¡°I figured as much. I¡¯m sure you can imagine that 010 has hence been relieved of his duties as block manager.¡±


    The young guard nodded again. ¡°Naturally, Sir.¡±


    ¡°Unfortunately, it would seem that I am running out of men I can trust for the position. That is why I would like to ask you to step in.¡±


    Jack¡¯s eyes widened slightly.


    The general shrugged. ¡°Right now, you¡¯re the only one I can think of. You follow orders, and I¡¯ve never heard of you ever abusing the inmates. They would be more likely to trust you.¡±


    Jack chewed his lip lightly before nodding once more.


    Sensing his apprehension, Vladsco gave a dismissive wave. ¡°If you encounter any problems with your new position, do not hesitate to bring them to my attention. I will deal with the responsible parties.¡±


    ¡°Y-Yes, Sir.¡±


    Vladsco gave an approving nod. ¡°Good. I plan on excusing Golden Phoenix and her two cellmates from work detail today, so I would like to take the opportunity to interrogate her myself. No one is to interrupt, am I clear?¡±


    ¡°As crystal, Sir.¡±


    ¡°I want you to stay relatively close to them. No one is to bother them at any point. You can bring her to me after the breakfast rations have been handed out.¡±


    Jack gave a firm nod. ¡°Understood, Sir.¡±


    ****


    A sharp gasp tore from the blonde¡¯s throat, sapphire eyes flying open as she bolted into a sitting position.


    Straightening herself up against the wall, she took in the openly concerned looks on her comrade¡¯s faces.


    Kurt gave an awkward smile as he pushed himself off the bed he was sitting on. ¡°Welcome back to the land of the living.¡±


    The young woman¡¯s gaze then fell upon the brunette sitting in the corner on the opposite side of the cell from her.


    Vincent opened and closed his mouth several times, clearly failing in his quest for words as he stood.


    Alice frowned, tugging the blanket she held tighter around her shoulders as she drug herself to her feet. Closing her eyes, she turned away. She could only imagine what they must think of her now. Vincent couldn¡¯t even seem to look at her.


    The blonde shivered, her eyes immediately snapping open. Closing her eyes probably wasn¡¯t such a great idea. The phantom fingertips still continued their assault on her senses. Drawing in a deep breath, she resisted the tremors that chilled her spine.


    The young lieutenant was brought out of her thoughts as Kurt approached her, holding out a bottle of water he¡¯d managed to save from the previous night. ¡°Th-thanks,¡± she murmured, accepting the offering with no small amount of gratitude. Anything to wash that sick animal¡¯s taste from her lips.


    The mere thought nearly made the teen gag. Now if only she could purge the memories. At least she¡¯d been provided a change of clothes.


    There was a tiny knock on the bars of the cell, drawing the trio¡¯s attention. A small, blond boy stood at the door of their cell.


    Alice¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly as he waved at them. He couldn¡¯t be more than seven or eight years old! What on earth was a boy so young doing in this horrific place?!


    The boy gave another shy wave before removing a tray from the cart he was wheeling down the hall, placing it on the floor and sliding it beneath the bars of the cell.


    Alice felt a small smile tug at her lips as she made her way over. ¡°Well, hi, there. What¡¯s your name?¡±


    For a moment, the boy froze, clearly not expecting to be addressed. ¡°M-Matthew,¡± he murmured before quickly glancing over his shoulder at the two supervising guards.


    The pair seemed to be engrossed in the conversation they were having with one another, neither paying much in the way of attention to the young boy.


    Matthew breathed a sigh of relief, turning to the three inmates with a small, awkward smile.


    Alice¡¯s eyes followed the action, giving a small, knowing smile. ¡°Well, we certainly appreciate the breakfast, Matthew.¡±


    The young blond chewed his lip for a moment, his cheeks tinged a light pink in mild embarrassment. After all, praise wasn¡¯t exactly what he was accustomed to. Whipping his head around to peer over his shoulder again, he paused. If there was ever a perfect opportunity to speak directly to the woman, it would be now.


    The boy made his way back over to the cart he¡¯d been pushing, retrieving three more biscuits. Holding them through the bars, he smiled. ¡°Hide them under your pillow so the guards don¡¯t see. That way, you have a snack for later. I bet I could sneak you some jam from the kitchen later,¡± he whispered.


    Alice returned the mischievous grin, nodding. ¡°Thank you.¡±


    The boy gave an exuberant nod, clearly pleased with his ability to help. ¡°You¡¯re really her, aren¡¯t you? The girl my mom used to talk about.¡±


    Alice quirked a brow, Vincent and Kurt finally making their way over. ¡°Your mother?¡±


    ¡°Madison. Madison Fairchild.¡±


    The young lieutenant felt her heart drop into her stomach. Surely it was a coincidence, right?


    ¡°Hey, boy, quit holding up the show! The other prisoners have to eat too, you know? If you can¡¯t get your ass in gear, you can go back to the kitchen!¡± One of the guards barked, bringing a swift end to any conversation.


    Matthew quickly shot Alice an apologetic glance. ¡°I¡¯ll be back later,¡± he whispered before scurrying away.


    ¡°What do you make of that?¡± Kurt murmured after a moment.


    ¡°I¡¯m not sure,¡± Alice replied, shaking her head.


    ¡°You don¡¯t think¡­¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s possible. No one knows what happened to Madison, Kurt. For all we know, she really could have ended up here,¡± Alice replied, handing the metal tray containing three bowls to Vincent.


    ¡°Who¡¯s Madison?¡± the teen questioned, handing each of his companions a bowl.


    A somber expression fell over the blonde¡¯s face, almost immediately making the brunette regret his question.


    ¡°She was a soldier of mine,¡± Alice finally replied, ¡°and a very dear friend.¡±


    ¡°She disappeared about a year ago,¡± Kurt clarified, taking one of the biscuits from Alice before making his way back over to the bed to sit down.


    Vincent¡¯s brows creased. Perfect! If they never found this Madison, what was to say the chances were better that they would be found?


    ¡°I had always had my suspicions on what happened to her,¡± Alice murmured.


    Kurt gave an exasperated sigh. ¡°Alice, you don¡¯t know that he was even talking about our Madison. He¡¯s only a little kid. Lots of people know you by now.¡±


    ¡°I know that. But if there¡¯s even a sliver of a chance she¡¯s here¡­¡±


    ¡°Oh, no! Hell no!¡± Kurt snapped, cutting the young woman off. ¡°Don¡¯t you even think about it. Our only mission now is to get out of here. This isn¡¯t some damned rescue mission. It¡¯s gonna be hard enough finding a way out of here ourselves.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t leave people behind, Kurt. You know that!¡± Alice returned.


    ¡°Look, maybe you forgot about last night, but we¡¯re out of time. We need to get out of here,¡° Kurt remarked.


    Sapphire eyes narrowed. How dare he?! Was he seriously going to go there?! Apparently so¡­ ¡°Well, I¡¯m glad YOU remember. And here I thought that this was just an illusion,¡± she snapped, fingering the metal collar around her neck.


    Kurt stood, leaving his empty bowl at his feet. ¡°I¡¯m only saying-¡±


    The teen was suddenly cut off, a startled gasp rushing from his lungs as he met the cold floor. His eyes widening in shock, he gently brushed a hand to his, now sore, cheek as he stared at his attacker.


    ¡°You know what? That¡¯s your problem, Kurt. You say too much,¡± Vincent spat. He did his best to ignore the shocked, sapphire eyes aimed in his direction as he remained glaring at the young scientist.


    Tapping on the bars drew the trio¡¯s attention.


    Jack gave an apologetic smile. ¡°Sorry to interrupt, Miss Phoenix, but the general has requested to speak with you.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, well, I think she¡¯s had her fill of requests,¡± Vincent muttered with a roll of his eyes.


    Alice repressed the sigh of resignation as Jack motioned to the two guards that accompanied him to open the cell door. Refusal wasn¡¯t an option.


    ¡°I don¡¯t make the rules,¡± Jack murmured.


    ¡°Maybe not, but you sure don¡¯t seem to have a problem following them,¡± Kurt returned, finally pulling himself to his feet.


    Jack appeared as though he would retort for a moment before thinking better of it.


    Vincent said nothing. He couldn¡¯t help but agree. He inwardly cursed the feeling of helplessness that washed over him once more as he watched the girl be led away.


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    The general had at least seemed sufficiently angry. Perhaps he would remove that inhumane device affixed to her neck. Sparing a glance over his shoulder at the scientist, he sighed when the boy only glared at him.


    Today was going to be another long day.


    ****


    Alice paid little mind to the boisterous calls of restless prisoners as they passed the many cells lining the long hallway she was being led down.


    The blonde winced at the throbbing persisting in her skull. Most likely from hitting her head on the floor the prior night. Drawing in a deep breath, she ground her teeth at the pain. She was grateful that Jack hadn¡¯t bothered handcuffing her this time.


    Upon reaching a familiar staircase, a cold jolt of fear shot down the teen¡¯s spine. No. She recognized this staircase. The muscles in her legs froze as the phantom fingertips made their reappearance. She shook her head. Weren¡¯t they supposed to be taking her to an interrogation room? The teen gave an involuntary shudder, her hands balling into fists at her side. Was she being misled? Her jaw set. She would die in this hallway before she would allow it!


    Sensing the young woman¡¯s distress, Jack placed a reassuring hand upon her shoulder. ¡°The general¡¯s quarters are on the opposite end of the grand hall,¡± he assured when the blonde shrank away from his grasp.


    The two guards accompanying the pair exchanged wary glances, only lowering their weapons when Jack gave them a stern wave of his hand.


    ¡°And I should just trust you, right?¡± the blonde muttered, her tone dripping with skepticism.


    Jack sighed. ¡°Look, we may not be friends, but I assure you that I don¡¯t condone senseless barbarism. Make no mistake; 010 will pay for what he¡¯s done.¡±


    Alice eyed the young man a moment before relenting, allowing him to lead her up the stairs and down the long corridor. She said nothing as they walked, the only sound that could be heard was the heavy footfalls of the soldiers¡¯ boots against the stone floor. The eerie echo sent a shiver down her spine despite the cheery sunshine beginning to leak through the numerous windows that dotted the hall.


    Arriving at a rather large door at the end of the hall, apprehension gripped the teen¡¯s heart once more. It was a strangely unsettling door. It was the type of door one would expect to see guarding the entrance to some macabre, rundown castle in a horror film.


    Jack knocked once on the door, pushing it open upon receiving verbal permission for entrance from the room¡¯s occupant.


    The room was rather dark as Alice was urged inside, the door closing behind her.


    ¡°Ah, Miss Phoenix, do have a seat.¡±


    The blonde drew in a breath at the familiar voice. She would never forget that accent as long as she lived.


    Light spilled onto the floor from the lamp perched upon the desk in the corner of the room, casting haunting shadows on the wall as the teen made her way over. Taking a seat in the chair in front of her host¡¯s desk, she folded her arms expectantly.


    Vladsco eyed the young woman, frowning. ¡°I do believe we have some things to discuss.¡±


    ¡°Clearly,¡± the teen returned.


    Vladsco held up a mug, steam rising from the warm liquid inside. He met the girl¡¯s eyes, taking a sip before setting it back down and pushing it in her direction.


    Alice maintained his gaze as she slowly pulled the mug toward herself. Raising the mug to her lips, she closed her eyes. The teen resisted the relieved smile that threatened to overtake her. The scent of coffee had teased her senses as soon as she¡¯d stepped through the door.


    ¡°I would like to apologize again for 010¡¯s behavior. My son has always been more than a little extreme.¡±


    Blonde eyebrows furrowed as the young teen gently put the cup back down. Son?


    Noting the puzzled look on the girl¡¯s face, the general smiled. ¡°Ah, yes. Shocking, isn¡¯t it? It can¡¯t be helped. After all, he couldn¡¯t possibly inherit all of my charm and charisma. Of course, neither could 012.¡±


    Alice blinked. He was faking her out. He had to be. ¡°Oh? Well, if your sons are Touched, then why do you make a career out of hunting down and slaughtering The Touched?¡±


    Vladsco smiled, leaning back in his chair as he shrugged. ¡°Merely doing God¡¯s work, my child.¡±


    Alice snorted, rolling her eyes. ¡°That¡¯s rich. And is it God that tells you to massacre innocent women and children too?¡±


    ¡°An unfortunate casualty of war, my dear,¡± the general responded.


    The teen shrugged. ¡°Whatever helps you sleep at night, I suppose.¡±


    ¡°Dear child, do you think that when God destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah he stopped to mourn the loss?¡±


    ¡°The people were beyond help and refused to be saved,¡± the blonde retorted.


    Vladsco shrugged. ¡°No different from The Touched, wouldn¡¯t you say? After all, when people are lost, is it not the duty of God¡¯s chosen to correct them?¡±


    ¡°Guide them, not slaughter them!¡±


    Vladsco stood up from his chair. ¡°My dear, the correct path isn¡¯t always the cleanest one. I can assure you of that.¡± The general paused. ¡°I would wager you know all about that firsthand, given your reputation. None of us are truly innocent, and God does have his favorites.¡±


    Alice glared. ¡°You do realize we¡¯re talking about a virus here, right? It¡¯s not some unforgiveable sin.¡±


    ¡°A virus that gives you unearthly power, child.¡±


    ¡°Powers we never asked for! Powers that were unwanted, in my case. None of us asked for this!¡± the blonde retorted, sapphire eyes sparking in anger and contempt.


    ¡°Anything that defies the natural order of things is unholy, girl,¡± Vladsco replied with a shrug, collecting his own mug of coffee from the desk.


    Alice rolled her eyes. ¡°Oh, spare me the self-righteous lecture. You and I both know that the virus is completely involuntary. Once a person contracts it, they have no way of knowing if they¡¯ll live or die. You think we survivors are sitting around sacrificing goat heads to Lucifer or something?¡±


    ¡°You have a very crude sense of humor, young lady,¡± the elderly general remarked.


    ¡°And you¡¯re a barbaric asshole,¡± Alice spat. ¡°What would you have us survivors do anyway?¡±


    Vladsco paused, taking a slow sip of his beverage before shrugging. ¡°Pay for your sins; same as anyone else.¡±


    Alice quirked a brow. ¡°Am I missing the part of the tale where you were named judge, jury, and executioner?¡±


    The general maintained her gaze for a moment. ¡°You think you¡¯re much different from me? Tell me, girl: How many have you killed for your little gang of heathen rebels?¡±


    The blonde glared. ¡°If you think we survivors will just roll over and die for you, you have another thing coming,¡± she bit. ¡°We never asked for this. I never asked for this!¡±


    ¡°In life, we play the hand we are given. All the world is a game, my dear. Unfortunately, not everyone can be winners.¡±


    Alice¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Especially not when you¡¯re busy stacking the deck against them.¡±


    The general quirked a brow, a knowing smile tugging at his lips as he finished the last of his drink before depositing the mug back on his desk. ¡°And what do you really know of me aside from vicious rumors and exaggerations? Have I not been fair to you?¡±


    The teen snorted. ¡°Fair? Did you tell yourself that when you forced a scared crowd to run so that your dogs could use them for target practice?¡± She paused, her eyes narrowing again. ¡°Or when you¡¯re kidnapping little girls?¡±


    Vladsco seemed to pause in thought for a moment, appearing as though he was reliving some deeply buried memory, before making his way over to one of the walls decorated with his many accomplishments. ¡°Young lady, you could never possibly hope to understand the pressure a man of my caliber has upon his shoulders.¡±


    The blonde pursed her lips. ¡°Oh, poor baby. Conducting your heartless brutality must be so hard on you.¡±


    Vladsco rolled his eyes, choosing to allow the girl¡¯s mocking to slide for the time being. Placing his hand upon one of the plaques, he sighed. ¡°When this whole mess started, I was only a simple scientist. It was my passion you could say. I suppose that¡¯s something I have in common with your brother.¡±


    ¡°Minus the murdering part,¡± the girl added.


    The general sighed again. ¡°However, it was discovered that I had a, shall we say, talent for conducting military leadership operations. Once this was found out, I feared my days as a man of science were over.¡±


    ¡°Not that this isn¡¯t all fascinating, but I still fail to see where I¡¯m supposed to feel sorry for you,¡± the blonde muttered.


    ¡°I ask not for your pity. Actually, I believe you will have a unique interest in what I have to say.¡±


    Alice quirked a brow. ¡°Oh?¡±


    Vladsco nodded. ¡°Without me, you wouldn¡¯t be here.¡± He paused at the girl¡¯s glare before continuing. ¡°You see, Cain and Vincent are a very special case of Touched¡­just like you. It was all so simple, really: Create the most powerful bio-weapon known to man using the most dangerous method we knew of-¡±


    ¡°The virus,¡± Alice murmured.


    The general nodded again. ¡°Correct. Fight fire with fire, so to speak.¡± He smiled. ¡°No pun intended. YOU seem to have succeeded where my sons came up short¡­or not at all in Cain¡¯s case.¡±


    The blonde glared. ¡°So it was all some sick science experiment?¡±


    He laughed. ¡°I find it all terribly ironic that you happened to be the one to find Vincent when he went missing.¡±


    ¡°Why is that?¡±


    Vladsco appeared taken aback. ¡°You don¡¯t remember? That¡¯s rich. You remember me enough to hate me, but you don¡¯t remember the one that gave you your freedom?¡±


    Alice¡¯s eyes widened as realization seemed to hit her with an almost paralyzing force, causing a choked gasp to expel from her lungs.


    ****


    A forceful cough escaped the young girl¡¯s lips as she curled into a tighter ball on the thin mat on the floor. She shivered, the strange paradox of being hot and cold at the same time gripping her tiny body like iron.


    Another cough.


    Raising her weakened arms, the girl forced herself into a sitting position. She winced at the screaming she could hear in the distance. Had it ever once stopped since she¡¯d been here? She placed her hands over her ears in an attempt to muffle the sound.


    How long had she been here?


    The girl squeezed her eyes shut. She was positive by now that her parents would be worried sick about her. Why hadn¡¯t she just listened?!


    Yet another cough escaped her lips as she shivered again. She was beginning to feel overwhelmingly nauseous. When she could take no more, she shot to her feet and scrambled over to the far corner of the dank cell. After relieving her stomach of its contents, she leaned her forehead against the stone wall as a rush of heat swept up her spine.


    A metallic jangling caught the child¡¯s attention. Whipping her head around, she caught sight of the boy standing outside her cell. She swallowed the lump in her throat.


    The boy was a friendly face. Though he had never really spoken to her, he was the only one to show her anything in the way of kindness. Sometimes, he seemed content enough to simply hold her hand through the bars. The other boy she¡¯d seen was mean to him from what she could tell, if all the yelling was any indication. Of course, this boy never seemed to engage him. As a matter of fact, she still had yet to actually hear his voice at all. Was he even capable of talking?


    The dark-haired boy cocked his head at her, apparently expecting her to speak to him as she usually did when he would appear.


    Biting her lip, the girl sniffed. ¡°I-I want my mom.¡±


    The boy seemed to freeze for a moment, simply staring back at her with the most mesmerizing eyes she¡¯d ever seen. A brilliant gold tinged with the smallest hint of orange. It was a color that strongly reminded the girl of a flame. Seeming to come to a decision, he held out his hand through the bars.


    Alice didn¡¯t hesitate. She all but threw herself into the bars as she ran over to take the boy¡¯s hand. She bit her lip in a desperate attempt to hold in her tears as she stared imploringly into the boy¡¯s eyes.


    For a moment, the two children simply held one another¡¯s hand in silence. He placed a hand to her forehead, frowning at the heat she knew he felt. Alice closed her burning, watery eyes for a moment, only to snap them open a moment later at the distinctive creaking of the door that sounded in her ears.


    The iron obstacle now open, the boy held up a set of keys in his free hand, giving the first fission of a smile she¡¯d ever seen grace his features. He temporarily let go of her hand and beckoned her to him.


    Once again, the girl wasted no time. She clung to him as a shadow would as they moved quickly down the narrow hallway. She stumbled a few times, the boy being patient enough to help her to her feet each time as he continued to lead her through the maze of iron cells and screaming people.


    She didn¡¯t dare stop to look.


    The boy took a sharp turn, leading her down a dark staircase into what she presumed to be a basement. How they¡¯d managed to dodge detection, she did not know. Every breath seemed laborious now as the pair descended the staircase.


    Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, the boy then led her to a small, wooden door in the corner. He opened it to reveal a dark tunnel. He nodded once to her in recognition of her reservations with the dark.


    Alice chewed her lip as he pulled her along. Whether to keep from vomiting at the nausea that threatened to overtake her or the sheer fear she did not know.


    The sound of dripping water echoed the pair¡¯s footsteps as they continued their journey in silence.


    Alice blinked uselessly. Everything was pitch black, and she idly wondered how the boy even knew where they were going. She coughed again. Her throat was so dry, and her body felt nearly numb save for the strange, burning heat.


    It seemed like an eternity before the first remnants of light began filtering through the darkness, casting eerie shadows upon the wall.


    Alice drew in a deep breath as the boy pushed her forward and into the bright sunshine. For a moment, the girl feared it to be merely a dream. It was when she looked back at the boy that reality came crashing down.


    He made a shooing motion at her, pointing down a hill.


    Alice peered over. It was steep, but she would have to try if she ever hoped to see her parents again. There were trees at the bottom that would surely offer her enough cover until she had put some distance between herself and this horrible place. ¡°I can¡¯t thank you enough,¡± she murmured.


    The boy smiled at her, a hint of bashfulness sparkling in his eyes. He seemed to have a moment of inner debate before slowly placing a hand on her shoulder. Pulling the girl into his arms, he closed his eyes at her sharp intake of breath. ¡°Farewell,¡± he whispered finally.


    Alice¡¯s eyes widened at the soft utterance, her breath hitching in her throat. Eyes filling with tears, she hugged the boy for all her tiny body was worth at the present.


    After a moment, the two separated. With a final wave goodbye, the girl sped off. Traversing the first part of the hill was relatively easy. The steepness seemed to level off onto a ledge before dropping off again.


    Alice drew in a deep breath, wincing at the dizzying nausea that swept through her as she peered over the final ledge. Almost there. She couldn¡¯t afford to stop now. The girl made it about three good paces before her right foot fell out from under her, sending her tumbling roughly ten feet down the cliff-side.


    The yelp died in the girl¡¯s throat as she found herself powerless to halt her momentum. She ground her teeth at the pain as several stray rocks and branches cut through her soft flesh, leaving their marks embedded in porcelain. It seemed an eternity before her tumble came to a sudden stop, her head striking the trunk of a tree at the bottom, and her world then faded to black¡­


    ****


    Alice placed a hand to her mouth in astonishment. How? How could she have forgotten? At least it explained her fixation with his eyes.


    ¡°When I first saw you and 012 together, I was overwhelmed. It seemed almost too good to be true,¡± Vladsco stated, snapping the girl from her thoughts. ¡°You know, that was the first time 012 ever displayed any ounce of free will. You wouldn¡¯t believe the torture he endured before finally confessing to setting you free¡­187.¡±


    Alice blinked. ¡°187¡±


    Vladsco nodded. ¡°That¡¯s right. Subject number one hundred eighty-seven. Experiment Delta 426. Code name: Genesis Project.¡±


    ¡°G-Genesis Project?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s right. The three of you are all members of the operation. Ironic, no?¡±


    Alice felt as though the weight of a feather could have toppled her. All this man had to say after ruining her life and taking everything from her was that he found it ironic?! ¡°I¡¯ll make sure you burn for this,¡± she snarled.


    Vladsco¡¯s eyes narrowed briefly. Choosing to allow the girl¡¯s threat to slide, he gave a fox¡¯s grin. ¡°You know, to this day, I still have no idea what the little bastard did with my guards that were on duty the day he let you out. That was the one thing 012 refused to give up.¡± Marching over, he pulled the teen from her chair. ¡°You and I are going to take a little stroll. Do let me know if anything seems familiar along the way.¡±


    Alice held in the yelp as she was practically dragged from the room. She had definitely perturbed him.


    The trip down the hallway was a blur, until turning a corner and entering a corridor she¡¯d never seen before. In fact, if she didn¡¯t know any better, she would have been inclined to believe that she was no longer in the same building.


    The hallway was much darker than the rest on the upper floor, the walls lacking the many windows that decorated the rest of the halls on this floor. Even the doors seemed to be a shade darker. Reaching what appeared to be the heaviest door at the end, the general ushered the girl inside.


    For what certainly wasn¡¯t the first time, Alice felt her heart sink to her stomach. What alarmed her wasn¡¯t the twenty men filling the larger-than-average room. It wasn¡¯t even the fact that they carried raised rifles. It was the video monitor on the wall with the words ¡®live broadcast¡¯ flashing upon the screen. Vladsco was addressing the viewership, though she was hardly hearing anymore. Her eyes were trained solely on the rifles aimed in her direction. Her blood froze in her veins as the general raised a hand in signal as he stepped away, the room then filling with the deafening sound of gunfire¡­

 Chapter 17: Secret Ingredient

    Chapter 17: Secret Ingredient


    Wide, azure eyes took in the horror displaying across the monitor.


    ¡°My beloved republic, we must wage war against these murderous devils that seek to oppose the teachings of our Almighty. As you bare witness, weep not for her soul, for it shall be saved today!¡±


    ¡°Get a trace on this feed now!¡± Leo demanded through clenched teeth, his gaze never leaving the frightened face of the young woman on the screen.


    Issac swallowed, tears stinging his eyes despite his best efforts. Alice¡­


    The girl had obviously been beaten, judging from the bruising on the right side of her forehead.


    ¡°Sir, it¡¯s being routed through a heavy encryption program. I-I can¡¯t determine the origin,¡± the blond scientist informed, typing furiously upon his keyboard.


    Leo¡¯s eyes narrowed. Kurt would have been able to crack it.


    The three men could only watch in horror as the sound of gunfire played through the speakers. The blonde fell then, leaving the frame.


    Leo ground his teeth. Turning swiftly, he slammed a large fist into the wall. Steel split flesh, creating a morbid, crimson line across his knuckles. Seemingly numb to the pain, he growled low in the back of his throat.


    The bastards would pay!


    Issac bit his lip, his jaw trembling. The surreal moment came to an end when the commander finally spoke again.


    ¡°How many prisoners do we currently have in our cells?¡±


    The blond scientist thought for a moment, adjusting his glasses. ¡°Fifty-four, I believe, Sir.¡±


    Issac swallowed the lump in his throat as the commander then turned his steely gaze to him.


    ¡°Execute them all. I don¡¯t care how you do it. Tell them it¡¯s all thanks to their heroes. Tell them their precious, sacred leaders of the ¡®righteous¡¯ sold them out. Then gather up a few of your men. You have an office to paint tomorrow.¡±


    Nodding numbly, the teen swallowed again. He only prayed for the strength to conceal this sorrow. God, what would Seth say when he found out? Did he know? Did Jonathan know? Were they watching the feed too? And what of the rest of her men? How was he even remotely going to maintain their morale after this?


    Alison Nichole Lynheart, The Golden Phoenix, was gone¡­


    ****


    Vincent sighed as he continued to pace. She had been gone for quite some time now, and, given the events from the night prior, he could only imagine what new horror she was enduring.


    Another agitated sigh escaped his lips. He honestly wasn¡¯t sure if reality or imagination was worse anymore.


    ¡°So how long do you plan on feeling sorry for yourself?¡±


    Amber eyes narrowed as he turned to pin the brunette scientist with a glare. ¡°Pardon?¡±


    A chuckle bubbled up in the boy¡¯s throat, choking off into a condescending snort. ¡°And you called me the weak link.¡±


    A feral growl vibrated through Vincent¡¯s chest. Of all the nerve! ¡°Yeah, well, you were pretty useless yourself. I didn¡¯t see you lining up to take on any of the guards.¡±


    ¡°Probably because we were grossly outnumbered,¡± Kurt countered with a roll of his eyes.


    ¡°So you just give up?¡±


    ¡°What would you have had me do, Vincent?¡± Kurt returned. ¡°Face facts: You nor I can protect her. It sucks, but at least I know that I¡¯m dead weight. And you¡­ ¡°


    ¡°What about me?!¡± Vincent challenged.


    For a moment, Kurt hesitated to answer. Perhaps it was the punch he had received earlier, but he wasn¡¯t exactly in a hurry to earn himself another blow. However, cocksure wit got the better of him. ¡°You¡¯re the reason this is all happening. First, you showed up and threw everything into chaos. Then, you had to go out of your way to expose us and get us captured. Let¡¯s also not forget that you¡¯re that sick animal¡¯s brother.¡±


    ¡°That monster is no brother of mine!¡±


    ¡°Oh, you wound me,¡± a hauntingly familiar voice commented.


    Both teens turned to glare at their sudden visitor.


    ¡°I thought you were given orders never to come near here again,¡± Kurt spat.


    Cain rolled his eyes, seemingly unfazed by the teen¡¯s venomous tone. ¡°What are you? A schoolboy? You gonna tattle on me?¡±


    ¡°Shouldn¡¯t you be off somewhere torturing small animals or something about now?¡± Vincent drawled, rolling his eyes.


    Cain¡¯s lips cocked into a grin. ¡°Oh, but the animals here are so much easier. Already locked in their cages and waiting.¡±


    Kurt snorted. ¡°So spill it, already. Why are you here again?¡±


    Their brunette tormentor gave a mock pout. ¡°Well, don¡¯t you know how to take the fun out of everything?¡± Pausing, he gave a devilish smile. ¡°And here I had news for you.¡±


    ¡°I highly doubt we would be interested in any news of yours,¡± Vincent quipped, folding his arms in a clear display of his agitation.


    Cain quirked a brow. ¡°You sure? Has a lot to do with your current cell accommodations.¡±


    Interest peaked in the two captive teens as they exchanged a wary glance.


    ¡°What accommodations?¡± Kurt muttered. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t exactly call this a luxury hotel.¡±


    The older teen chuckled, a chortle in the back of his throat. ¡°Well, of course not, but I would personally like to know when my roommates are changed. Then again, maybe you like bunking with corpses.¡±


    Amber and hazel eyes widened.


    ¡°What? Didn¡¯t anyone tell you? Golden Phoenix was executed this morning by firing squad. While she may be a lot of things, bulletproof she definitely is not.¡±


    ¡°W-wh-what?¡± Kurt managed to croak around the lump that had formed in his throat. It couldn¡¯t be. It just couldn¡¯t be!


    ¡°You¡¯re lying!¡± Vincent challenged in desperation. Deep in his heart, however, he knew something was terribly wrong. She had been gone far longer than they normally kept her away.


    Cain quirked a brow. ¡°You don¡¯t believe me? It was shown on live broadcast.¡± Snapping his fingers, one of the guards escorting him handed him a tablet. Making a series of gestures upon the screen with his fingers, he revealed a video to the boys.


    Both Vincent and Kurt ceased to breathe as the video of their worst nightmare played out before their eyes.


    Vincent collapsed to his knees, all strength leaving them. His heart squeezed painfully in his chest. Hollow. He felt so hollow. What was there to even fight for now? The only friend he seemed to have made since his recovery, which had been nothing short of miraculous, and she was gone. One breath in. A choked sob bubbled in his throat. The breath out betrayed him, staggering in his chest.


    Kurt didn¡¯t seem to be faring much better. He was nearly doubled over, leaning onto the wall for support.


    ¡°Hey, if it makes you boys feel any better, I could always arrange to have her body brought down here,¡± Cain offered with a smile befitting his blatant sadism. ¡°You could play connect the dots with the bullet holes.¡±


    Vincent glared, though tears still streamed from his burning, amber eyes. In that moment, he would have loved nothing more than to see this boy breathe his last breath.


    ****


    Alice winced as she rubbed her sore leg. She grimaced at the deep, purple bruising that decorated her pale skin. What on earth?!


    Vladsco chuckled as he met her wide-eyed gaze. ¡°Airsoft guns. Remarkable invention. All the thrill of the real deal without the bloody mess. I do apologize, but I had to capture a genuine reaction.¡± Pausing, he pulled the girl to her feet.


    Still somewhat dazed, the young blonde blinked. Her mind seemed to be racing even more than her heart currently was. The fact that they had just broadcasted her ¡®execution¡¯ was certainly not lost on her. While the capital most certainly witnessed the event, she was certain that Leo¡¯s base had picked up the broadcast as well.


    ¡°What you have witnessed shall never leave this room. For all intents and purposes, Golden Phoenix was executed,¡± the general stated, capturing the girl¡¯s attention once more.


    Alice frowned. Kurt would be devastated. All hope of rescue was now gone. If they were going to make it out of this place, they would need to survive long enough to escape on their own strength. Of course, it wasn¡¯t as if she¡¯d expected any different. To blindly hope for a rescue party to find them was idealistic at best. After all, she hadn¡¯t had the time to leave much in the way of clues as to their current whereabouts.


    ¡°The bruising will heal in time, but this is the only way I could keep you alive. When the emperor orders an execution, there¡¯s only so much I can do. However, I see no merit in allowing a perfectly good resource to go to waste,¡± Vladsco continued. Making his way over to the door, he knocked in signal.


    Jack appeared in the doorway.


    ¡°Take her back to her cell. No disturbances.¡±


    Jack nodded. ¡°Yes, Sir.¡±


    ¡°And bring Kurt to my office. We have some things to discuss.¡±


    Jack frowned but nodded again. ¡°Of course, Sir.¡±


    Alice winced as she was pushed forward and into Jack¡¯s custody. She was mostly silent as he led her back down the halls. Descending the staircase proved to be more of a challenge than she¡¯d initially thought. Her legs were so sore! However, her mind refused to focus on the pain. She would need to be more vigilant than ever before. Heaven only knew what the general meant to do with her now. By making her a ghost, he¡¯d effectively erased her existence. No one would even know she was here now, and no rescue team would be deployed for a dead person.


    ****


    The sound of gunfire echoed the chorus of screams as smoke filled the air. Another charge went off, sending more people scattering out of the building like ants.


    ¡°How many of them do ya think got trampled before they even made it out?¡± a brunette soldier asked his superior as they observed the fray from their position on an adjacent rooftop.


    The older man, appearing to be in his late thirties to mid-forties, aimed his rifle. He pulled the trigger, dropping a man as he fled the building that was currently on fire. ¡°More than is going to make it out of the city alive,¡± he replied gruffly. Straightening his posture, he lowered his firearm. ¡°Take Jackson and Murphy with you on the ground assault. No surviving leaders. We have two more government buildings to go before we¡¯re done here. Above all else, eliminate any Holy Council members you see. Not one of them is to make it back to Deinan.¡±


    ¡°Got it, General Ferris, Sir,¡± the soldier replied with a nod of affirmation. Turning, he motioned for his comrade to follow.


    ¡°I still say we¡¯re giving away too much. Won¡¯t The Order put two and two together? They¡¯ll be all over Pheora now,¡± the blond whispered to his fellow soldier as they descended the steps leading to the rooftop that had served as their vantage point.


    Eric Thomson whirled on his comrade. Such outbursts would earn unimaginable retribution from the commander if he were to overhear. ¡°Shut your mouth, Murphy,¡± he hissed. ¡°Commander Leo¡¯s orders, remember? We¡¯ll both spend the night in the stocks if Commander Victor hears of you breaking ranks.¡±


    Steven Murphy blew out a breath, lowering his voice. ¡°Well, I sure hope Commander Leo has a plan for what comes after this.¡±


    ¡°Our job is to follow orders, not scrutinize everything our leaders do. Big picture, remember? Now fall in line,¡± Eric grumbled.


    Steven sighed but obeyed. He was honestly beginning to wonder what made their organization much different from The Order anymore. It seemed that the longer the war raged on, the less the voice of the common people was heard.


    Did HE even have a voice anymore?


    As the pair neared the ground floor, it became increasingly difficult to breathe due to the amount of thick smoke. The scent of gun powder mixed with burning flesh clung to the air, creating an almost suffocating cloud.


    Five men were stationed at the entrance to the building they had claimed as their temporary headquarters for the time being.


    ¡°Where¡¯s Jackson?¡± Eric inquired of the largest of the men.


    The blond shrugged. ¡°Last I saw him, he was heading with Dakota to intercept supplies from the line down at the docks.¡±


    Eric nodded, giving a salute before turning to his companion. ¡°We¡¯ll meet up with Jackson and help him hold the line. We take out the docks, it¡¯ll cut off their supply lines. Pheora won¡¯t last long after that. We¡¯ll need to keep an eye out for aerial assault. We can round up all the wind users.¡±


    Steven nodded. Couldn¡¯t argue with that logic.


    Opening the door, the pair made a break for it. Blood streamed down the pavement like rain into a gutter. There had to be hundreds dead already, their bodies left where they were slain. Of course, then there were the ones who were left wishing for death.


    Steven tried not to dwell too deeply on it as he raced after his superior. If he did, he would surely lose his resolve. In such situations, it becomes easy to fall prey to tunnel vision. Thoughts of what he might be now if he had never joined up for this whole bloody affair clouded his mind.


    Of course, losing your concentration has its price.


    Steven never saw the white-clad guard looming in the alleyway as he sped past, nor did he hear the ¡®click¡¯ of the handgun being cocked. Not even the sound of the gun discharging seemed to catch his attention. It was only when the bullet tore through his shoulder that he finally took notice.


    The young soldier howled his pain to the heavens as he spun on his heels, finally falling to the ground in agony. He clenched his teeth.


    Where was Eric? Had he left him behind?!


    Slamming his eyes shut, he drew in a labored breath. The sound of footsteps staggering toward him had him forcing his eyes open once more.


    The man who¡¯d wounded him appeared to be injured himself. He bore a heavily bleeding wound in his leg, causing his steps to be somewhat unsteady.


    Steven returned the man¡¯s gaze of contempt with one of his own. Spreading the fingers of his left hand wide, he focused his energy.


    The Holy Council member¡¯s eyes widened as a fissure began to form beneath his feet.


    Steven¡¯s lips drew into a sadistic smirk as he then clenched his fist.


    What would have been a wild shriek of terror was cut off as the ground suddenly rushed back together. The man¡¯s wound preventing him from moving quickly enough, he was trapped beneath the ground¡¯s crushing force as the fissure swallowed him.


    Steven rolled over onto his back, his breathing quick and shallow. He had expended too much energy in his wounded state. His eyes briefly widened as he realized the sudden dizziness of blood loss that was overtaking him. With a final, gasping breath, his world faded to black¡­


    ****


    ¡°You know, I¡¯m really going to miss her,¡± Cain sniffed in a mock sob, dabbing at his eyes.


    ¡°Fuck you,¡± Kurt rasped, struggling to maintain what was left of his composure.


    Cain¡¯s lips curved into a devilish grin. ¡°Well, actually I was aiming for her, thank you.¡±


    Kurt glared, a gagging snort bubbling up in his throat. This boy was officially the most degenerate he¡¯d ever had the displeasure of encountering.


    Vincent gave a feral growl as he grasped the bars of the cell. If only he could reach the older boy! Sorrow was beginning to fade within him, leaving only the rage. ¡°I¡¯ll kill you. I swear it. You¡¯ll pay, you sick bastard!¡±


    Cain¡¯s smile only seemed to widen. ¡°Talk about brotherly bond. I¡¯m feeling the love, little brother.¡±


    ¡°Vincent, don¡¯t waste your breath. He¡¯s not worth it. You giving him a reaction is just what he wants,¡± Kurt muttered.


    This fact did little to ease the boy¡¯s pain as he continued to glare at the monster known as his ¡®brother¡¯.


    Cain shrugged. ¡°I¡¯ll only say this: I liked her. I don¡¯t like you two.¡±


    The sound of a young man clearing his throat brought an end to the tense moment.


    Amber and hazel eyes widened.


    There, in the hall next to Jack, stood Alice. She was alive!


    Cain snapped his fingers, clicking his tongue in disappointment. ¡°Damn it, Jack. Your timing could use some work.¡± Turning back to the two boys in the cell, he gave a wild grin. ¡°Well, would ya look at that, boys? She really is a phoenix. Rose right up from the ashes.¡±


    Vincent and Kurt said nothing, simply allowing the elation from seeing their comrade returning to them alive to fill them.


    ¡°What are you doing down here, 010? Don¡¯t you have other business to attend to?¡± Jack inquired pointedly, folding his arms. Honestly! Hadn¡¯t the boy tortured them enough already? While he would prefer to avoid conflict with the teen, orders were orders.


    ¡°Just stopping by for a little chat with my friends,¡± the brunette answered with a coy smile. ¡°No harm in that, is there?¡±


    ¡°Yeah, well, unless you want me to inform the general of your little visit, you best be moving on,¡± Jack returned as he motioned for the other two guards escorting him to open the cell.


    Cain shrugged. He threw a wink in the blonde¡¯s direction, earning himself a glare from said female, before finally taking his leave. The guards escorting him seemed to share a look of mild exasperation before following.


    Once back in her cell, Alice was immediately greeted with a tight hug from her brother.


    ¡°Thought I¡¯d lost you,¡± the teen murmured as he finally released her.


    Vincent smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder. ¡°You okay?¡±


    Alice returned the smile with a warm one of her own. Honestly, she¡¯d never been happier to be back in that cell. She nodded. ¡°I¡¯ll live.¡±


    The three shared a light laugh, and, for if only a moment, the air of tension seemed to clear. For now, they were simply happy to be alive¡­together.


    ¡°You¡¯ll want to try to take it easy for a few days until that bruising on your legs goes down,¡± Jack commented, drawing the trio¡¯s attention away from their happy reunion. Both teen boys looked questioningly at the blonde, but, before much explanation could be given, the guard spoke again. ¡°And the general wants to speak with you, Kurt.¡±


    The three teens frowned. So much for respite.


    Kurt sighed, but obeyed, nonetheless. It was the least he could do, right? After all, his sister had been returned to him. Although, the video did leave him with more questions than answers. ¡°Sure you¡¯re alright?¡± he asked, reaching over to place a hand on his sister¡¯s shoulder. She nodded again, allowing a small sense of relief to finally wash over him.


    Jack couldn¡¯t help but frown as he watched the exchange. If he were to be perfectly honest with himself, he had yet to see any vast differences between these people and himself. Throughout the past decade, he¡¯d been told horror stories of The Touched being heathens and murderers.


    The young soldier glanced over the young woman who he was certain had to be in immense pain. Even looking at her now, it was difficult to believe she was even remotely the monster the stories he¡¯d heard made her out to be. Then again, he wasn¡¯t so sure even a monster deserved the night he¡¯d heard she¡¯d endured. Clearing his throat, he attempted to shift his concentration back to his task at hand. ¡°We, uh, better get going. The general doesn¡¯t like to be kept waiting.¡±


    With a final farewell, with promises to catch up in detail later, Kurt allowed himself to be led away.


    ****


    Issac sighed as he took notice of the light at the end of the hall. He was positive he hadn¡¯t left the light on earlier.


    Seth¡­


    Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, news of Alice¡¯s execution had spread through the base like wildfire. He¡¯d recently learned that Seth had been one of the unlucky souls in the break room when the broadcast had initially aired. It had since been played on repeat in random intervals throughout the remainder of the day.


    With another sigh, the brunette lieutenant made his way to the familiar room. He should have known that Seth would seek out her office as a hiding spot in his grief. Opening the door, he entered the room to find Seth seated in the chair at the desk. He was slightly slumped over, a bottle of dark liquid in his hand.


    ¡°Should have known you¡¯d be here.¡±


    Seth gave a half attempt at a smile, though it came out more of a grimace than the friendly greeting he¡¯d intended. ¡°I should have been on that mission, Issac. She¡¯s gone because I didn¡¯t say anything.¡±


    Issac frowned. ¡°Seth, you know that isn¡¯t true. You didn¡¯t have clearance to go on that mission.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t give a shit about clearance!¡± the distraught teen barked. Taking a large gulp from the bottle he held, he sighed. ¡°I should have gone anyway. If I¡¯d pushed, she would have taken me along.¡±


    Issac frowned, a look of sympathy shining in his misty, blue eyes. ¡°You couldn¡¯t have known.¡±


    ¡°No,¡± Seth finally replied, taking another gulp before pinning his friend with a pointed look, ¡°but Leo should have.¡±


    Issac bit his lip in discomfort. As much as he didn¡¯t want to dwell on it, his friend had a point. What had Leo been thinking? Perhaps a change in subject was in order. ¡°Look, you shouldn¡¯t be drinking. You know it¡¯s against regulations.¡±


    Seth gave a dry chuckle in the back of his throat; a cynical sound devoid of any sort of humor. ¡°What are you going to do? Tell on me, Lieutenant?¡±


    Issac glared. ¡°You can¡¯t avenge her if you¡¯re drunk!¡±


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    Seth¡¯s brown eyes narrowed. ¡°And you¡¯re not even half the leader she was. You don¡¯t even realize just what this means, do you?¡±


    Issac winced. He had a point. He knew he did. Then again, it wasn¡¯t as if he¡¯d asked for this. ¡°What?¡±


    Seth sighed, leaning back in the chair as he closed his eyes. ¡°There is no hope anymore.¡±


    Issac rolled his eyes. ¡°Bit dramatic, don¡¯t ya think? Look, it¡¯s tearing me apart that she¡¯s gone. I know it hurts. She was my friend too!¡±


    Seth shook his head. ¡°You don¡¯t get it. You think I ever gave a damn about this war? All I wanted was to get by and just live through this mess, then she showed up.¡± He paused, giving a small, sorrowful smile. ¡°Everything changed after that.¡±


    ¡°Seth-¡±


    ¡°I was gonna desert, you know?¡±


    Issac¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°Seth, the punishment for-¡±


    The raven-haired teen held up a hand, silencing him. ¡°I know, I know. After the whole deal with Price, she gave me the same lecture. She convinced me to stay. Been crazy about her ever since.¡±


    Issac smiled. ¡°I¡¯m pretty sure you were always nuts over her.¡±


    Seth chuckled. ¡°Yeah, you¡¯re probably right.¡± He paused, taking another drink from his bottle. ¡°I guess I really am lost without her. Where do I even go from here, Issac?¡±


    Issac sobered, moving over to place a hand on his broken friend¡¯s shoulder. ¡°We move forward. One step at a time.¡±


    Seth drew in a deep breath. One foot in front of the other. After all, she¡¯d want it that way.


    ****


    Kurt squirmed in his chair as he sat across from the general.


    ¡°Have you given more thought on our last conversation?¡±


    The boy shrugged. ¡°What was I supposed to be thinking about?¡±


    Vladsco gave an exasperated sigh, pushing his chair out. ¡°I believe I made myself clear the last time we spoke. If you¡¯re going to survive, you need to make yourself useful.¡±


    Kurt snorted. ¡°And how, pray tell, do I do that?¡±


    Vladsco smiled, making his way over to a shelf in the far corner of the room. ¡°I trust that you are aware of the implications of the video you saw this morning?¡±


    Kurt chewed his lip in discomfort. God, he was fool! Had the whole thing been nothing more than an elaborate plan to break them down? And I fell for it¡­


    ¡°Don¡¯t bother attempting to play coy. I know my son too well. He wouldn¡¯t have been able to resist the opportunity.¡±


    Kurt¡¯s eyes widened. What? Son?


    Vladsco smiled. ¡°I know, shocking, isn¡¯t it? Shame he couldn¡¯t have inherited my charm. Though, 012, surprisingly, seems to have made quite a bit of progress with your sister.¡±


    Hazel eyes narrowed. He glanced briefly at the jar of pens sitting upon the desk in front of him.


    ¡°Oh, don¡¯t give me that look. I believe you and I can find some common ground.¡± Vladsco paused, turning to take a small vile from the shelf. Suddenly sensing something amiss, he quickly turned to catch the wrist of the teen attempting to stab him with one of the ink-pens from his own desk.


    Kurt yelped in both pain and surprise as the aged general grasped his wrist tightly before bending it backward. A howl of agony was torn from his lips as Vladsco gave a swift jerk. A sickening ¡®crack¡¯ was heard as the teen¡¯s wrist bone was snapped.


    ¡°I must admit, that was a stunning act of bravery, coming from you. You may just be able to put all that hate to good use. After all, you and I have the same goal,¡± Vladsco spoke, releasing the boy¡¯s arm.


    The teen slumped to the floor in a heap, holding his injured wrist.


    ¡°Look,¡± the general began, ¡°believe it or not, I want to keep your sister alive. Unlike my superiors, I see great value in her. Now, you know good and well, she can never leave this place alive.¡± He paused. ¡°However, that doesn¡¯t mean you and I can¡¯t work something out.¡±


    Kurt let out a pained breath as he continued to cradle his injured wrist. ¡°W-wh-what do you mean?¡±


    The general smiled. ¡°You can help me keep my valuable experiment alive, my boy.¡±


    Confused, Kurt¡¯s brows creased. What was the old fool blabbering about? Alice; an experiment? Despite his excruciating pain, he simply had to know. ¡°Experiment?¡±


    Vladsco reached for the boy¡¯s uninjured arm, pulling him to his feet. ¡°You and I have more in common than you realize. You help me, and I don¡¯t see why you can¡¯t walk out of here.¡±


    The boy¡¯s eyes widened in disbelief. His ears had to be betraying him.


    The general shrugged. ¡°What? I¡¯ve got no use for you. No offense, but it isn¡¯t as if you¡¯re some high-profile officer I could use. You¡¯re nobody to me.¡±


    ¡°I thought you said no one has ever escaped this prison,¡± the boy murmured as he was placed back into his chair.


    ¡°Not really an escape if you¡¯re escorted out,¡± Vladsco returned, resuming his seat at his desk.


    Kurt chewed his lip, briefly looking away. What should he do? On one hand, he wasn¡¯t sure he could bare the thought of leaving Alice alone in this place. On the other hand, however, if he were to be released, he would have a chance of sending help back to her. ¡°Wh-what do I gotta do?¡±


    Vladsco placed a small vial of clear liquid on the desk. He slid it over to the boy. ¡°If you please,¡± he gestured with a wave of his hand.


    Kurt¡¯s eyebrows furrowed, slowly reaching for the container with his good hand.


    ¡°Be very careful not to drop it, my boy. Open it.¡±


    The teen quirked a brow, clearly more than a little apprehensive. ¡°Now what?¡± he inquired upon doing as instructed.


    ¡°What do you notice?¡±


    Kurt squinted. All in all, there didn¡¯t seem to be anything particularly unique about the vile. There was no color to the substance inside, making it appear as though it were nothing more than a vile of clear water. Finally, he gave up on attempting to identify the answer that the general was obviously seeking. ¡°Nothing, really.¡±


    Vladsco smiled. ¡°Precisely. No color. No odor. No trail. That, my boy, is a powerful neurotoxin. A single milliliter can cause paralysis. Two can put a person into a coma. Three can stop a person¡¯s heart. I would avoid any contact with the skin if I were you.¡±


    Kurt¡¯s eyes widened. What the hell was such a substance doing here?


    Vladsco gave another smile, this one full of pride. ¡°One of my more¡­interesting inventions. Stumbled across it during my days in Sardona. Magnificent little town. Well, it was anyway.¡±


    Kurt swallowed, carefully placing the lid back on the vile. ¡°Who?¡±


    The general closed his eyes briefly, drawing in a deep breath. It was for the greater good. ¡°012.¡±


    Kurt¡¯s eyes widened again in disbelief. ¡°Y-you¡¯re asking me to kill your own son?¡±


    Vladsco quirked a brow, leaning back in his chair. ¡°I thought you¡¯d already branded him a traitor. Not having a change of heart, are you?¡±


    The teen looked away. What was the angle? If the general was being truthful, what reason did he have for killing his own son? Was there something he was missing? ¡°Why? If you want him dead so badly, why don¡¯t you just kill him?¡±


    Vladsco gave a dry chuckle. ¡°Call me a sentimental, old fool. Given your current conduct with one another, I wasn¡¯t aware you required much in the way of motivation.¡±


    ¡°But you¡¯re his father,¡± Kurt returned. ¡°Supposedly,¡± he muttered under his breath.


    The general shrugged. ¡°If you doubt my claims, that is your prerogative. Sleep on it, if you must. However, by evening two days from now, either you or Vincent will be dead.¡± He paused, his eyes narrowing. ¡°I would implore you to not second chance your gut on this one, boy. A loose cannon is a danger to everyone. You want your sister in the same cell as that weapon when it goes off?¡±


    Kurt paled, shrinking back in his seat. While the general wasn¡¯t directly answering his questions, one thing was perfectly clear now: His very life was on the line, and there was no way he was going to sacrifice himself for a traitor.


    ****


    ¡°What¡¯s going on, Alice? That video¡­ It was so real.¡±


    The blonde frowned from her place on the bed as she glanced the brunette over. Should she tell him? He hadn¡¯t seemed to take the news of being related to Cain very well. She wasn¡¯t certain the boy would be able to handle finding out his father¡¯s identity just yet. And what of them being an experiment? The teen sighed. She would be lying if she were to say that it didn¡¯t explain a few things. Choosing her words as carefully as one could in such a situation, she slowly began. ¡°I-I¡¯m sorry, Vincent. You and Kurt must have been so scared. They had to do it. The emperor apparently ordered my execution.¡± She paused, attempting a small smile. ¡°Guess I¡¯m just lucky they didn¡¯t really go through with it, huh?¡±


    Vincent frowned, finally bringing himself to sit next to her upon the small bed. ¡°How can you do that?¡± Taking a chance, he slowly reached over to take a small, pale hand within his own. He didn¡¯t miss the way the appendage stiffened slightly before trembling within his grasp.


    ¡°D-do what?¡± she questioned. Her pale eyebrows knit together in confusion, despite her racing heart. Breathe. It was only Vincent, after all. Regardless of all the wild claims she¡¯d heard, it was clear that he meant her no harm. In fact, it appeared they had more in common than anyone realized.


    ¡°Smile through all this? I know you¡¯ve got to be in pain,¡± Vincent finally replied. ¡°And I know you have to be just as scared as I am.¡± The teen paused, looking away. ¡°Then again, maybe you aren¡¯t. You¡¯re so much braver than I am, Alice. I¡­,¡± the boy trailed off, closing his eyes.


    ¡°Vincent, being brave doesn¡¯t mean that you aren¡¯t scared. Just so you know, I¡¯m terrified. Them showing that broadcast means that everyone is going to think I¡¯m dead now,¡± Alice replied. She sighed. ¡°Which means that no rescue party is coming for us.¡±


    ¡°What do we do?¡±


    ¡°Keep our faith and keep surviving the best we can,¡± the girl replied. She smiled. ¡°Of course, a few prayers couldn¡¯t hurt.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed as he finally released her hand. ¡°Prayers?¡±


    Alice looked at the boy for a moment. ¡°Well, yes. At this point, I think God is the only one who can help us out.¡±


    Once again, the brunette appeared puzzled. ¡°God?¡±


    Alice¡¯s brows creased. ¡°Well, yes.¡±


    Vincent appeared thoughtful. He wasn¡¯t exactly sure who this person was that she was talking about, but if she was sure he could assist them in some way, who was he to judge? ¡°Okay, then how do we get word to this person?¡±


    Alice froze, pale eyebrows ticking upward. Did he really not know? Then again, she supposed it wouldn¡¯t be that far beyond reason, if what she¡¯d been told held any truth. Considering her words carefully, she began. ¡°Well, Vincent, God isn¡¯t just any mere person.¡±


    Vincent looked perplexed for a moment. ¡°Are they a general or something, then?¡±


    A light, airy giggle leaked from the girl¡¯s lips. ¡°No, Vincent. Far greater. God is the creator of the entire universe; everything there is, or ever was.¡±


    Amber eyes widened. What? And how did the girl possibly know this? The boy sighed. Then again, it wasn¡¯t as if he had a vast array of knowledge to pull from. He began slowly, unsure. ¡°W-well, this person is going to help us why?¡± He honestly didn¡¯t mean to sound so critical, but her claims seemed so outlandish from his perspective.


    ¡°Well, because he loves us.¡± The blonde smiled. ¡°As a matter of fact, he loves us so much that, a very long time ago, he sacrificed his only son to save our souls.¡±


    Vincent quirked a brow. ¡°What¡¯s a soul?¡±


    Alice let out another small chuckle. ¡°A soul is what makes you who you are, Vincent.¡±


    ¡°So there are good souls and bad souls, then?¡±


    The blonde gave a grim nod. ¡°Definitely. Wherever there is great good, unfortunately, there is also great evil. Just know that, as long as there is good, it will also rise up to triumph over evil in the end.¡± She paused, leaning back to rest her head against the wall as she closed her eyes briefly. ¡°I know it may be hard to believe, given current circumstances, but that¡¯s why it¡¯s called faith.¡±


    Vincent frowned. ¡°What about if you¡¯ve forgotten who you are? What happens to your soul then?¡±


    Alice returned the gesture, frowning. How was she supposed to answer that? Truthfully speaking, she had no idea what kind of person he was prior. She shook her head. No. That wasn¡¯t entirely true. That little boy she had met all those years ago had been so kind to her. Glancing him over, she gave a small smile. Of course, he¡¯d had more bruises back then. ¡°Well, I¡¯m not saying that your past doesn¡¯t matter at all, but I like to think that who you are now is what¡¯s really important.¡±


    The brunette attempted a small smile, however, he didn¡¯t really feel the part. Who was he? Once again, he found himself pondering the question. With no memories to pull from, how was he to know? Did he even want to know? He gazed into sapphire eyes, feeling the familiar warmth creep up his spine to settle in his cheeks. If for no one else, for her, he would continue moving forward. And maybe, just maybe, he would grow strong enough to face his past. Whatever it may be.


    ****


    Kurt Landon sighed as he arranged the requested ingredients on the counter. He had been lucky enough to be assigned cooking duty for the past couple of days due to his injury. The general had promised him such, after all, in exchange for his broken wrist.


    The teen reached up to wipe the sweat from his brow with his good arm. He was running out of time. He lowered his arm. His fingers brushed his pocket, feeling the outline of the concealed object inside. One day left¡­


    The sound of sweeping drew the brunette¡¯s attention to the corner. He smiled, feeling his heart lighten a little. The small boy was certainly a diligent worker. The teen turned his eyes to the door, watching the silhouettes of the guards at the door pass back and forth as they continued their assigned task of guarding the entryway. Deciding it was safe to chance talking to the boy, Kurt smiled again. ¡°I don¡¯t suppose you think they¡¯d let us take a break, do you?¡±


    The young boy quickly looked up from his current task, obviously not expecting to be addressed. He flashed a smile, shaking his head. ¡°No, and I don¡¯t know about you, but I¡¯d much rather be in here than on shower cleaning duty.¡±


    The teen chuckled. The boy definitely had a point there. Turning back to his task at hand, he gave a grunt of mild irritation, reaching his hand into his pocket to feel the vile he knew to be there. It¡¯s to save her, he reassured himself. If he were to be honest with himself, it wasn¡¯t as if it was a terribly difficult decision. Glancing at the pot simmering on the stove in front of him, he sighed. Lifting the lid, he grimaced. It appeared that there was hardly any meat to be found within the concoction, save for a few floating chunks near the surface.


    The brunette spared a glance at the metal door in the corner of the room. The walk-in freezer, he assumed. He briefly looked to the refrigerator. He knew what cuts of meat were in there, and they were borderline inedible. However, he had yet to peruse the freezer. Perhaps there were better cuts of meat the guards were hoarding for themselves? His lips twisted into a dark grin. Well, they would be liberated from it, if he had any say. If he was going to be left in charge of feeding the prisoners for the time being, they were going to get better than the slop they¡¯d been eating.


    Glancing back toward the door to ensure the coast was clear, the teen resolved himself. Starting for the metal door, he missed the look sent in his direction from the young boy who¡¯d stopped his sweeping.


    ¡°What are you-¡± The child never finished his sentence, his eyes widening in horror as he realized the older boy¡¯s destination. ¡°N-No, don¡¯t!¡±


    Kurt flashed the boy a mischievous grin, his hand wrapping around the long, silver handle. ¡°Relax, Matthew. It¡¯s only a freezer, right? How about a little treat today? I bet they even have ice cream in here, if we¡¯re lucky.¡±


    Giving a tug, the door opened with a ghastly creek. Kurt stood, frozen, in the entryway. It wasn¡¯t the eerie sound of the old door opening, or even the child¡¯s, suddenly frightened, cry of alarm that sent a chill to his bones. It was a paralyzing chill; one that had nothing to do with the temperature of the environment he¡¯d just stepped into.


    A pool of partially frozen blood had formed beneath the grizzly carcass. Surprisingly enough, it wasn¡¯t the, clearly human, head adorned with thick, black hair that perturbed him. No. What disturbed him the most was the large, clean cuts into the flanks of the corpse. His eyes involuntarily darted back to the pot on the stove. Had they been¡­?


    Bile quickly rose in the boy¡¯s throat. A faint odor wafted through the cold air as the teen went to his knees. Glancing in the corpse¡¯s direction again offered no alleviation for the nausea that gripped him. The body, a young man appearing to be around his twenties, was missing his left leg entirely. There were several slices removed, just above the hip bones, exposing the man¡¯s spine partially.


    Kurt was unable to suppress the groan that escaped his lips as he tore his eyes away from the macabre sight. His eyes pinched shut as he felt his stomach lurch again. The teen shuddered as his body forcefully purged his stomach of its contents. Saline stung his eyes as his esophagus burned. A small, tentative hand gripped his shoulder.


    ¡°I-I tried to tell you.¡±


    Kurt¡¯s watery eyes widened at the small boy¡¯s confession. ¡°You knew?¡±


    The young boy gave a grim nod. ¡°Why do you think I¡¯ve been sneaking you guys food?¡±


    Kurt swallowed. ¡°Then this is a regular thing?¡±


    The child nodded again, sending a sickening chill down the teen¡¯s spine. ¡°Sometimes, they make me eat it too when they want to punish me.¡±


    Kurt drew in a shuddering breath, pushing himself to his feet. Forcing a smile, he placed a hand on the boy¡¯s shoulder in comfort. ¡°Listen, it¡¯s gonna be okay, alright? Why don¡¯t you go get me some rags so I can, uh, clean up my mess, then we can see if we can find some cookies or something in the pantry, okay?¡±


    Matthew gave an enthusiastic nod.


    The door opened then, revealing the two guards that had been standing watch, no doubt responding to the boy¡¯s earlier, distressed cry. The one appearing to be the younger of the two smiled. ¡°Ah, I see ya met Carl. Stubborn fellow. Always wondered what was eating him.¡±


    The older of the two, a brunette man appearing to be in his late thirties, did not seem to find humor in his youthful companion¡¯s comment. He rolled his eyes at him before addressing the teen. ¡°Just get this cleaned up and get back to work. Prisoners will be expecting dinner on time.¡±


    The younger, auburn-haired, guard frowned. ¡°God, Drake, you can be such an old fart sometimes. Have a sense of humor.¡±


    ¡°Well, Colby, if you actually had some material, I might consider laughing from time to time,¡± Drake grumbled.


    Kurt frowned. ¡°You expect me to act like this is no big deal? How do you think the prisoners will react when they find out you¡¯ve been feeding them their carved-up comrades?¡±


    Both guards shot the teen a look. Finally, Drake shrugged. ¡°How do you think they¡¯d react if we were to tell them that there was no meat to spare?¡±


    Colby snorted. ¡°You¡¯re also assuming that you¡¯re the only one who knows.¡±


    The teen¡¯s eyes widened.


    Colby gave a hearty laugh. ¡°What? You thought you were special? Then again, I suppose that most don¡¯t get the pleasure of meeting the meat while it¡¯s still recognizable.¡±


    Drake gave an exasperated sigh as he made to retreat for the door. ¡°Colby, I think you¡¯ve said enough. Let¡¯s go. We need to prepare for shift-change anyway.¡±


    Colby begrudgingly began to follow his companion, pausing to flash one last, cheeky grin. ¡°Bon app¨¦tit,¡± he quipped, gesturing to the, still open, freezer door.


    Kurt resisted the urge to vomit again as he quickly shut the metal door. Closing his eyes, he rested his hand against the pocket of his union suit. If he¡¯d had any doubts before, there was no trace of them now. He would do what he had to in order to protect his sister. The teen did his best to swallow the lump of guilt forming in his throat. It was for the greater good. Glancing at the wall on the far-right side of the room, his eyes settled on the large self of labeled trays. Each one was named appropriately for each individual cell block and number. He chewed on his lip as he zeroed in on the slot for Cell 1B.


    A shuffling sounded as Matthew returned from the adjacent pantry with a couple of white towels in hand.


    Kurt bit his lip. He had to think quickly. If things were to go wrong, and he was caught, he certainly didn¡¯t want the kid to be implicated. Of course, he didn¡¯t want the boy as a witness either. ¡°Hey, Matthew, I would really appreciate it if you would go grab some more disinfectant from the supply room down the hall.¡±


    The blond quirked a brow. Couldn¡¯t he just use soap and water? Why hadn¡¯t he asked earlier when he¡¯d gone to get the towels? He wasn¡¯t certain why the teen suddenly wanted to send him away, but it was most likely for the best if he rolled with it. ¡°Okay. I¡¯ll be back, then.¡±


    Kurt watched as the small boy took his leave, scurrying away to collect the requested item. The teen moved quickly to the shelf of trays. He didn¡¯t have much time before the child would be back. Pulling out the three bowls that were waiting to be filled, he selected one and carried it over to the cooking utensils. If he was going to do this right, he couldn¡¯t afford to have any mix-ups. Selecting a large clever, he brought it down on the edge of the bowl. A hair-raising screech resounded as metal met porcelain. The fragile ceramic splintered at a section along the outer edge of the bowl, a sizable chunk of material falling away. Satisfied that the bowl was now successfully marked, the teen proceeded to the stove and filled it with the simmering stew. Retrieving the vial of poison from his pocket, the teen carefully twisted off the cap.


    For a moment, if for only a short period, an eerie silence burned through the teen. Sweat filled his brow as his good arm began to shake. He chewed his bottom lip. He couldn¡¯t afford to have second thoughts now. Drawing in a deep breath, he slowly tilted the vial. One drop dripped into the bowl, followed by another. Kurt paused, seemingly in doubt for a moment longer before he thought better of it. No. It was him or Vincent, right? He allowed a third and final drop to fall into the soup before quickly twisting the cap back on the vial and tucking it away into his pocket once more.


    Carefully placing the, now full, bowl of stew back onto the tray on the shelf seemed to bring the teen a sense of relief. He nodded to himself. It would all be over shortly. He¡¯d see to that.


    ****


    Vincent sighed as he glanced between his comrades. Well, with Kurt, he wasn¡¯t so certain comrade was the correct term. Nevertheless, all had been quiet since the brunette boy¡¯s return from kitchen duty. He hadn¡¯t even spoken much to Alice when she¡¯d explained the situation regarding the video they¡¯d seen. Perhaps he was simply in pain from his injured arm. ¡°So, uh, I don¡¯t suppose you managed to arrange something a bit better for dinner, did you?¡±


    The look he received in response from the young scientist told Vincent that his innocent question had been taken as anything but. Another sigh escaped his lips. At this point, he wasn¡¯t so sure why he even tried anymore. There didn¡¯t seem to be any getting through to the boy.


    Kurt¡¯s eyes flickered back and forth as he watched his sister slowly pace back and forth near the front of their cell. He honestly couldn¡¯t remember ever being so vexed in his life. As much as he desperately wished to tell her what he¡¯d witnessed, he knew it would only serve to further complicate his plan. He spared a glance at Vincent. Above all else, he had to make sure that he ate that bowl of concoction tonight. His eyes darted back to Alice, who continued to remain blissfully unaware of his inner turmoil. For a brief moment, if only for an instant, he considered telling her everything. Of course, he knew she would only stop him. He couldn¡¯t risk it. She could have her faith. He would personally rather get them out of this situation. All that remained was waiting for the dinner trays to be brought out, then he would personally hand that traitor his just desserts.


    Alice frowned. She grumbled lightly under her breath as she pressed her fingertips to the metal contraption still affixed to her throat. Her neck itched terribly now. The teen sighed. Being honest with herself, she wasn¡¯t certain how they were going to get out of this one. Even if they were to be provided an opportunity to escape, she wasn¡¯t sure how they would remove the tracking devices attached to their ankles, or her collar, without injury to themselves. She stole a glance at Vincent out of the corner of her eye as he sat on the bed. She still had yet to tell him about being part of an experiment. Given their conversation earlier, she hadn¡¯t been able to bring herself to. Truthfully, she was still processing the information herself.


    The loud clang of a door opening at the end of the hall drew the trio¡¯s attention.


    ¡°Alright, you slobs, look alive! It¡¯s chow-time,¡± a boisterous guard proclaimed as he began wheeling the cart down the hall.


    A small ruckus began as the prisoners eagerly accepted their dinner trays. Kurt was only happy that it wasn¡¯t Matthew passing out the meal trays this time.


    The teen had expected many things to happen once the guard appeared in front of their cell. What he hadn¡¯t anticipated, however, was Alice beating him in accepting the tray. Panic and dread quickly wrapped their icy hands around the boy¡¯s throat as sweat began to fill his hairline. He stood. ¡°H-Here, Alice, why don¡¯t you sit down? I can pass out the food. You must be exhausted,¡± he tried.


    A small smile graced the blonde¡¯s features. There was no denying that she was exhausted. However, it wasn¡¯t as if she would be able to rest anyway, with as chaotic as her thoughts were at the moment. She shook her head. ¡°It¡¯s fine, Kurt. I appreciate your consideration, though.¡±


    Kurt swallowed. His eyes darted as she handed a bowl to Vincent before making her way over to him, handing him the second. A wave of relief washed over him as he quickly scanned his bowl. No knicks adorned the rim.


    Alice leaned against the wall with her own bowl. Having ditched the wooden spoon, she absently sipped at the broth as she carefully considered their options. She highly doubted Leo would take news of her ¡®death¡¯ without some form of retaliation. As for what that reaction would entail, she wasn¡¯t certain.


    Vincent swallowed a spoonful of his stew, not missing the brown eyes seemingly studying his every move. The teen resisted the urge to roll his eyes. What now? Given the boy¡¯s past demeanor, he would likely accuse him of doing something as outlandish as eating incorrectly.


    Kurt frowned as he met the other teen¡¯s amber eyes. The way he was holding his bowl made it impossible to tell whether or not he had the ¡®special¡¯ meal he¡¯d intended for him.


    For a moment, a somewhat tense silence blanketed the group. It seemed that no one had anything particular to share. Then again, what was there exactly to be shared? It would appear as though their situation only grew increasingly bleak with each passing moment.


    The young scientist continued to study his brunette nemesis closely. Any moment now. Surely at any moment he would be reduced to nothing more than an unpleasant memory. He watched as the boy rose from the bed, walking over to place his, presumably empty, bowl back onto the tray for the guards to retrieve later. Upon finishing his own bowl, the teen made his way over to the tray. His eyes widened at the sight.


    The chip. Where¡¯s the damn chip?!


    Once again, sweat began to fill the teen¡¯s brow. Setting his bowl down on the tray, his eyes then darted to the third member of their group. His heart plummeted. He had a full view of her right side now. There, just beneath her pinky finger, was a rather large chip in the paint around the rim of her bowl.


    Fear darkened the brunette¡¯s eyes as he watched his sister closely. So far, she was exhibiting no signs of distress as she continued to drink the broth from her bowl. Kurt glanced over to Vincent. He was sitting on the bed again, oblivious to his cellmate¡¯s internal terror. Kurt drew in a deep breath. Perhaps the broth was thick enough that it would coat her stomach, preventing any harmful effects?


    The teen swallowed as he continued to fret. There was nothing he could do now. He couldn¡¯t risk her asking questions.


    Alice sighed as she swallowed another mouthful of broth. It was far from anything she would call pleasant, but it would at least chase away the pangs of hunger for the time being. Her brows furrowed as a sudden weight in her chest made its presence known. A sour taste began to fill her mouth a moment later, causing the teen to nearly gag.


    ¡°You okay?¡± Vincent questioned as he stood.


    Panic set in as the blonde suddenly dropped to her knees upon realizing she could no longer breathe, the metal bowl she held loudly clanging against the ground as she lost her grip. Her pulse throbbed loudly in her ears, causing her to wince from the intense pain. She went rigid, her muscles spasming in irregular intervals. The teen barely registered the arms now holding her as her eyes slipped closed.


    Time seemed to freeze, Kurt¡¯s eyes widening in horror. Why?! Karma, apparently, saw fit to give the boy no answer. Vincent¡¯s cries became drowned out in the dull roar of his mind. He couldn¡¯t go down for this. It was an honest mistake! How was he supposed to know that she would end up with the poisoned bowl?


    ¡°Miss Lynheart!¡± The girl didn¡¯t respond to her cadet¡¯s shouting. The brunette gasped as blood began to seep from her nose and mouth. Terror took on the form of tears as he tried desperately to hold onto what small shred of composure he had remaining. ¡°A-Alice?¡± he attempted again. No response. He choked back a sob. Whipping his head around, he glared at the boy now huddled at the back of the cell. What on earth was he doing?! Both hands were buried in his hair, almost as if he was prepared to yank on the thick locks. ¡°Kurt, what are you doing?!¡± he barked, snapping the boy from his thoughts with a start, ¡°Hurry! Press the red button on the wall!¡±


    Kurt nearly tripped over his own feet as he hurried over to the left wall of the cell. Locating the large, red button just below eye-level, he quickly jabbed it with his thumb. A loud buzzing sounded. It wasn¡¯t really until then that the teen scientist noticed just how loudly the other prisoners were shouting in the background. Then again, perhaps he¡¯d simply gotten used to the dull roar?


    Satisfied that help was on the way, Vincent gently laid the girl down on her back. He hesitantly pressed a hand to her chest, biting his lip when he felt no heartbeat beneath his palm. Swallowing the lump forming in his throat, he folded his left hand over his right and began to press just beneath her ribcage in intervals. Pausing, he drew in a deep breath before pinching her nose shut with one hand while pressing his lips to her own.


    Kurt said nothing as he watched, wide-eyed, as the boy attempted to literally breathe life back into his sister. For a rare moment, the teen was pretty sure they shared the same thought.


    Please. Please, come back to me. Please, don¡¯t leave¡­


    For what seemed like an eternity, the young woman did not stir. Finally, a ragged cough erupted from the girl¡¯s chest. Eyelids slowly flickered. ¡°V-Vi-Vincent?¡± Her voice was weak, and her throat burned terribly. Another cough escaped her. ¡°K-Kurt?¡± she questioned as she attempted to make sense of the two blurry figures within her periphery.


    Vincent released a breath. It was as if he was twenty pounds lighter. He quickly pulled the girl into a sitting position as Kurt rushed over to kneel next to him.


    ¡°Thank goodness,¡± Kurt breathed, placing a trembling hand on his sister¡¯s shoulder. ¡°I think we all can agree; that was a scare we definitely could¡¯ve lived without, Alice.¡±


    ¡°Wh-what happened to that light?¡± As soon as the question left her lips, the girl regretted it. Her throat felt as though she were being stabbed. Reaching a trembling hand to her neck, she winced as she felt the metal prongs of the collar she wore dig deeper into her flesh. Then again¡­


    Kurt quirked a brow at the blonde¡¯s almost delirious inquiry. ¡°Huh?¡±


    ¡°What light?¡± Vincent asked as he continued to hold the, still trembling, girl.


    ¡°What happened?¡± a concerned voice questioned from the doorway of the cell, drawing the attention of the two boys.


    Vincent breathed a sigh of relief. Finally. ¡°Something¡¯s wrong with our lieutenant,¡± he replied, turning to see Jack and his two usual guards enter their cell.


    Jack frowned as he glanced at the shivering girl. ¡°I repeat: What happened?¡±


    ¡°We don¡¯t know!¡± Kurt nearly bawled. ¡°One minute, she was fine, then she stopped breathing all of the sudden.¡±


    Jack¡¯s frown deepened. Something wasn¡¯t right. She had seemed perfectly healthy the last time he¡¯d seen her. There was only one thing he could possibly think of. He turned to one of his guards. ¡°Taylor, let¡¯s get her down to medical right away. That collar has to come off so that she can breathe easier. Frank, you go get the general.¡±


    The two men nodded.


    ¡°You sure it¡¯s wise,¡± Taylor whispered as Frank hurried away, leaving only Jack and himself in the cell alone with the teens.


    ¡°She¡¯s in no condition to be causing anyone any trouble. And they aren¡¯t gonna pull anything with her life on the line,¡± Jack returned.

 Chapter 18: Wing and a Prayer

    Chapter 18: Wing and a Prayer


    Issac¡¯s brows furrowed in his frustration as he pinched the bridge of his nose. ¡°What do you mean ¡®we¡¯ve lost communication with Stein¡¯s base¡¯? How does that happen?¡±


    The blond scientist looked up from his keyboard to shake his head at the acting-lieutenant. ¡°I don¡¯t know. As far as I can tell, we haven¡¯t had communication with the Ridgeport Base in weeks.¡±


    A growl bubbled up in the brunette¡¯s throat. ¡°So before the attack on Pheora?¡±


    The blond nodded.


    ¡°Does Commander Derwent know?¡±


    The blond sighed. ¡°How the hell should I know? No one has seen him since the broadcast.¡±


    Issac frowned. Four days? ¡°What about communication with General Ferris?¡±


    The scientist shook his head. ¡°Nothing yet. Pheora is still burning to the ground as we speak. Survivors are trying to keep the fires put out, but apparently they have some anarchist running loose as well.¡±


    Issac blew out a sigh. ¡°Oh, well, as long as it isn¡¯t just us.¡±


    ¡°Last report from Squad Delta was that all the major government buildings were in ruin. They can¡¯t possibly hold out much longer.¡±


    The young acting-lieutenant rubbed his temples. ¡°With Commander Victor¡¯s troops here, it¡¯s only a matter of time before WE won¡¯t hold any longer. I¡¯m not sure how long we¡¯re gonna last now that our main supply lines have been severed.¡±


    ¡°What do you need me to do, Lieutenant?¡±


    The brunette resisted the urge to bury his face into his hands. God, he would give anything to be free from this. Why him? Why couldn¡¯t he have just refused? How did Alice do this every day? Drawing in a deep breath, he attempted to reign in his runaway emotions. He would be no good to anyone if he allowed himself to fall apart now. ¡°For now, just keep me apprised of the situation, Simon. I¡¯ll handle Commander Leo.¡±


    ****


    The blonde shivered as she attempted to pull the worn blanket around her shoulders. She was so cold. Cold and hungry. When had she last eaten? Truthfully, she wasn¡¯t certain. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was the scary man that had abducted her and his friend in the white coat saying something about her having a high fever. Something about that scary virus she¡¯d heard her parents whispering about. She was sure that had to have been hours ago. It was now dark. Barely any light filtered through the small, barred window high upon the cell wall.


    There was the creek of a metal door opening, followed by small footsteps coming down the hall.


    Alice watched the shadow dance down the hall as the figure drew near. She blinked, willing her eyes to adjust to the dim light. The figure stood at the door of her cell now. The girl relaxed slightly as the shadow of a child gradually took shape.


    It was him.


    She blinked. This boy had become her regular night-time visitor. This night apparently wasn¡¯t going to be an exception. The door to her cell gave a creak as he opened it.


    Alice shivered again as he entered her cell. There was a blanket draped over his shoulder. Light emanated from the flashlight he carried in his left hand, casting frightening shadows upon the wall as he approached. He didn¡¯t say a word as he kneeled next to her. Then again, she didn¡¯t expect him to. After all, he never spoke.


    The girl frowned. Not even when they beat him. Judging by the way he had limped a bit on his right side, they had done so again recently. She took notice of the fresh gash just above his right eye. ¡°Y-You¡¯re bleeding,¡± She murmured.


    The boy seemed to pay her concern little mind as he removed the blanket from his shoulders, quietly folding it over her own.


    The girl couldn¡¯t help the grateful sigh that escaped her lips as she wrapped the blanket tighter around herself. She sat up straighter, allowing the boy to settle himself beside her on the floor. Her eyes widened in delight as he held his right hand out to her, revealing two brightly-colored, candy-coated, chocolates. ¡°F-for me?¡±


    The boy nodded, placing the small treats into her trembling hand.


    Alice blinked. Why? Why was this boy being so nice to her? It wasn¡¯t as if he knew her. Then again, it was probably better not to ask questions. She popped one of the candies into her mouth, humming in delight at the sweet, milky taste. The girl swallowed before staring at the uneaten chocolate in her pale palm, the boy watching intently. She placed the candy back into his hand.


    Dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion.


    Alice gave the brightest smile she could muster in her weakened state. The boy was adorable! Under normal circumstances, they might have even become friends. Raising herself to her knees, she held up the small, worn blanket she¡¯d discarded in favor of the one he¡¯d brought her. ¡°Here. Let me clean that blood off you.¡±


    The boy said nothing but made no movement to stop her as she gently brushed the cloth to his injury.


    ¡°You still haven¡¯t told me your name,¡± Alice murmured once she¡¯d finished, discarding the dirtied blanket off to the side.


    The boy glanced at her for a moment before finally shaking his head.


    Alice frowned. ¡°You have to have a name. What¡¯s your mommy call you, then?¡±


    This seemed to sadden the boy. He shook his head again before popping the candy he still held into his mouth.


    Alice¡¯s brows furrowed again. What kind of person doesn¡¯t have a name? Why hadn¡¯t the boy¡¯s mother ever named him? These thoughts only served to make the girl miss her own parents all the more. Why can¡¯t they find me? She bit her lip against the sob that bubbled up in her throat, the boy reaching over to gently pat her head in what little comfort he could offer.


    ****


    ¡°Hey. Hey, girl, can you hear me?¡±


    A voice. Muffled and distorted, it teased the teen¡¯s ears. A pained groan escaped her lips as her eyelids slowly fluttered. Bright, hot light immediately assaulted her senses, and her hands shot up against the onslaught.


    A soft beeping sounded in her ears. A heart monitor?


    The blonde slowly opened her eyes. Clean, white walls greeted her vision; a stark contrast to the iron bars and steel walls she¡¯d been used to for the past several¡­ How many days had it been? Four? Ten? Months?


    A pained groan escaped the blonde¡¯s lips as she gradually forced herself into a sitting position.


    ¡°Hey, you take it easy now,¡± a voice spoke.


    The young soldier took notice of her rather tall host, the crisp, white lab coat he wore standing out drastically against his dark skin. Her brows furrowed as she further drank in her surroundings. Had she passed out and been rescued?


    ¡°Wh-where-¡±


    ¡°Are you?¡± the man finished for her. He shrugged. ¡°Still in Hell, I¡¯m afraid. You just happen to get the room with a view for the time being.¡±


    Alice blinked. Reaching her hand up to brush away a stray strand of hair, her eyes widened. I-It¡¯s gone¡­ She winced at the jab of pain that tore through her system from the bandaged sores.


    The man nodded. ¡°Oh, yeah. I managed to get that monstrosity off your neck. Those gashes looked pretty bad. Finally got the bleeding stopped, though. You¡¯ll want to keep them bandaged up until they heal a bit.¡±


    ¡°Thanks.¡±


    The man shook his head. ¡°Well, I¡¯m afraid I can¡¯t take all the credit. You can thank the general. His orders.¡± He paused, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. ¡°That boy of his, uh, did quite a number on you. I¡¯ve informed your block leader of the situation and he¡¯s going to put you on lighter tasks for the time being.¡±


    Alice¡¯s brows furrowed, her head swimming as her pulse throbbed. ¡°I-I¡¯m sorry. Who are you?¡±


    Her host let out a hearty laugh. ¡°Oh, right. You were unconscious the last time they brought you in here too, so I guess this is the first time we¡¯ve properly met. Name¡¯s Harold. Harold Jennings.¡±


    The teen managed a smile. ¡°Well, it¡¯s very nice to meet you. I¡¯m Alice.¡±


    Harold chuckled. ¡°I know good and well who you are, Miss. As a matter of fact, I would wager just about the entire prison knows your name.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not sure that¡¯s such a good thing,¡± the blonde muttered.


    Harold belted out another laugh. ¡°Yeah. My dad always said it¡¯s often better to keep a low profile. You tend to attract fewer enemies that way.¡±


    Alice smiled. ¡°Sounds like a very wise man.¡±


    Harold¡¯s mouth twitched into a somber smile. ¡°He was.¡±


    The blonde frowned as she slowly sat up in the bed she was currently resting in. ¡°Sorry,¡± she murmured, looking away.


    Harold said nothing for a moment. Finally, he stood up from his chair next to her bedside. ¡°Probably the greatest man I ever knew.¡± Pausing, he moved over to the opposite side of the room to retrieve a small, white bottle. Twisting the cap off, he collected two white pills in his hand and held them out to the girl. ¡°Anyhow, you need to take these. They¡¯ll help with the pain and keep away any infection those nasty holes in your neck may have.¡±


    Alice nodded, taking the offered medication. She was then handed a glass of water. The teen swallowed the pills before taking a large gulp from the glass. Sighing as sweet relief flooded her senses, she took another swallow. After her third mouthful, she placed the glass down on the small, metal table next to her bed. ¡°I take it he was a soldier too?¡±


    ¡°Heavens, no. Never had the stomach for all that bloodshed,¡± Harold replied, his lips twitching upward.


    Alice frowned.


    ¡°Afraid I¡¯m a prisoner too. Difference is that I at least have my skillset to rely on that gives me value. It¡¯s the only thing that kept them from killing me outright when I was arrested.¡±


    ¡°How long have you been here?¡±


    Harold considered the blonde¡¯s question for a moment, rubbing his chin seemingly in thought. ¡°Well, truthfully, I¡¯m not entirely sure. Keeping track of time here isn¡¯t exactly a priority.¡± He paused. ¡°Too long, I can at least assure you of that.¡±


    The teen winced at the sudden jabbing pain in her chest as her pulse throbbed. She bit back a sigh of frustration as her hand brushed the heart monitor attached to her chest. It was then that another thought occurred to her. Her eyes widened as her heart missed a beat, causing the monitor to give an angry beep.


    ¡°Hey, now, you need to stay calm,¡± Harold chastised as he placed a hand on the girl¡¯s shoulder. ¡°No excitement just yet, alright? You gave everyone quite the scare, you know?¡±


    ¡°H-How long have I been in here?¡± the blonde questioned, finally leaning back into her pillow. Well, might as well take advantage of the better accommodations, right? She sighed. At least this room wasn¡¯t chilly and damp like her cell. She only hoped that Vincent and Kurt knew of her current whereabouts.


    The prison doctor thought for a moment, then shrugged. ¡°Around two days, give or take. Being perfectly honest, I¡¯m surprised you¡¯re even alive right now.¡±


    Alice¡¯s brows furrowed. ¡°What happened to me?¡±


    Harold scratched his head before moving over to his desk in the far corner of the room. ¡°Well, that¡¯s the thing. It¡¯s¡­odd. The toxicology report I had run on you showed traces of a neurotoxin I¡¯ve never seen before. I had your two cellmates tested as well, but their results came back negative,¡± he muttered, shaking his head in confusion. ¡°Do you remember the last thing you ate or drank?¡±


    The blonde pursed her lips. ¡°Just the normal stew they brought us for dinner.¡±


    Harold belted out a barking laugh. ¡°Little lady, I can assure you, nothing about that stew is normal.¡±


    Alice giggled.


    The doctor shrugged. ¡°Well, just take it easy for now. We¡¯ll get ya back to your pals here in a little while, if you¡¯re feeling up to it, after some breakfast.¡±


    The blonde smiled, nodding. ¡°You bet.¡±


    ****


    The aged general clicked his tongue in disappointment at the wailing teen. ¡°If there¡¯s one thing I can¡¯t stand, it¡¯s incompetence.¡±


    Kurt ground his teeth against the tears as he cradled his injured hand. The index finger on his right hand was now awkwardly bent, giving no doubt as to whether or not it was broken. His eyes burned with tears as he finally looked up when the general resumed speaking.


    ¡°I gave you a simple task, boy. You couldn¡¯t even be bothered enough to make sure you had the correct target?¡±


    The injured brunette drew in a pained breath. ¡°I-I did what I could. How was I supposed to know?¡± he rasped.


    Vladsco raised his hands to massage his temples to ease the headache that now plagued him. When you want something done right¡­ ¡°Here¡¯s what we¡¯re going to do: You are going to tell me exactly where Derwent¡¯s base is, and I will refrain from breaking the rest of your fingers.¡±


    Kurt drew in another pained breath. Sweat filled the teen¡¯s brow as the general rose from his chair, starting toward him.


    ¡°You know, I already have a good idea. I just need specific coordinates.¡±


    Kurt swallowed.


    Vladsco took another step, then another. Soon, he was standing directly in front of the boy. A dark smile tugged at his lips as he saw the teen do his best to still his trembling. ¡°I haven¡¯t got all day, boy, and you only have so many fingers. You said that your sister intercepted 012 in a river, correct?¡±


    The teen remained silent.


    Vladsco sighed, clearly growing impatient with the boy. He turned, marching over to the other side of the room. Reaching into his desk drawer, he pulled out a map and unrolled it. ¡°Well, according to the information you¡¯ve already given me, there¡¯s only a few places that would be possible.¡± He paused, holding the map up for the boy¡¯s inspection. ¡°You were picked up in what was once Pheora. There are a total of four rivers in that area. Since I know you rebels don¡¯t make a habit out of blowing up your own bases, I would wager that it¡¯s one of the other three territories. It¡¯s only a matter of time, boy.¡±


    Kurt¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°Bl-Blown up?¡±


    ¡°Sky-high, I¡¯m afraid. According to the report I got, it was a real bloodbath. Untold number of casualties.¡±


    Kurt swallowed. If that was true¡­ God, was there even a base to go back to?


    ¡°You know, I would appreciate it if you would be so kind as to value my time a little more,¡± the general mused as he rolled the map back up. ¡°Once again, it would appear that I have to simplify things for you. I am going to ask you one more time for the whereabouts of Leo Derwent¡¯s base. You are going to answer, or, on top of breaking the rest of your fingers one by one, I am going to take great pleasure in telling your two cellmates all about your little blunder. Now, I would imagine Phoenix would be fairly forgiving, given that she¡¯s your sister and all.¡± He paused. ¡°012, however, he¡¯s another story. I would imagine that the young man you tried to kill would have some sort of retribution in store for you, so I would tread very carefully. Sleep with one eye open, eh?¡±


    Sweat filled the teen¡¯s brow again. What was he to do? How was he to get himself out of this? His pulse quickened as he swallowed the lump in his throat. No way. There was no way that he could allow Alice or Vincent to ever know. If Leo were to ever get wind of it¡­ The teen closed his eyes. If Leo was even alive now. He drew in a deep breath. He had no choice.


    Vladsco shrugged. ¡°As one who¡¯s witnessed his handy work, I can assure you that he isn¡¯t the type of person that you want to just go around pissing off on a whim.¡±


    Kurt bit his lip. He knew it. He just knew the little creep was nothing but trouble. What was he? Some assassin?


    ¡°How about we skip the whole suspense gimmick? It bores me. If you¡¯d like, I can arrange to have him brought in here now. You could tell him yourself,¡± the general stated as he made a move for the door.


    Sweat trickled down from the teen¡¯s forehead to slide down his nose. ¡°W-wa-wait!¡±


    The general paused, a triumphant smirk playing across his lips. Honestly, the boy was almost too easy to play. Carefully masking his reaction, he turned. ¡°Well, boy?¡±


    Kurt sighed, his brows furrowing in internal anguish. Finally, he hung his head. ¡°Southwest of Pheora. About forty miles.¡±


    Vladsco walked over to place a hand on the boy¡¯s shoulder. ¡°See? Now, was that so difficult?¡±


    The teen grit his teeth against the tears that began to fill his eyes. He barely registered the sound of the door closing behind the general as he took his leave, presumably to inform his battalion. Reaching up, he buried his face into his hands and wept.


    ****


    Issac attempted to swallow the thick lump of dread that settled in his throat as he turned down the corridor that led to the training room. So far, he had yet to locate Leo. The teen resisted the growl of irritation. Where was he?! What a time to go M.I.A.


    A deep throbbing at the base of his skull made itself known, causing the brunette to sigh. Could nothing go right today? Passing through the vacant training room, he paused as he entered the hallway that would lead to what was now his office. Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, he leaned his back against the wall as he closed his eyes. Truthfully, he wasn¡¯t certain just how much longer their base was going to last now. Even Leo seemed to have miscalculated how quickly things would break down.


    Things were, no pun intended, turning into a warzone. It would be only a matter of time before The Order sent in additional troops to overtake the city now. It was honestly a miracle they¡¯d lasted this long without discovery.


    The boy shook his head. He just couldn¡¯t fathom what Leo was possibly thinking. Was it a power-play? If he¡¯d wanted to show off their numbers to The Order, there were certainly more tactical ways in which to do so. After all, even with their entire army combined, they lacked the overall numbers to overtake the capital. With the rise in casualties, it would be a miracle if they would even be successful in defending themselves, should an offensive attack upon the base occur.


    A sour frown darkened the teen¡¯s features as he pushed himself away from the wall. He was a teenager, for God sakes! These were problems that he shouldn¡¯t even have to be fretting over.


    With another sigh, he continued to his office.


    Upon opening the door, the teen¡¯s eyes widened as he froze in the doorframe. Blue. Everything was a dazzling, deep blue. Surprisingly enough, it wasn¡¯t this revelation that paralyzed him. No. Instead, it was the man sitting in his chair at the desk.


    ¡°C-Commander?¡±


    Leo took a drag from his cigarette. ¡°Like the paint job? Took me a bit, but I think I got the shade just right.¡±


    Issac blinked before giving an awkward smile. ¡°Well, it, uh, looks pretty good, I guess.¡±


    The blond quirked a brow, removing the cigarette from his mouth. ¡°You guess?¡± He paused, glancing around the room with pride. ¡°I¡¯ll have you know I worked just about all night on this. I, for one, think she¡¯d be quite proud.¡±


    The brunette bit his lip, obviously taken aback as to how to respond. ¡°R-right. I, uh, take it that you¡¯ve spoken to Commander Victor, then, Sir?¡±


    Leo placed the cigarette back into his mouth and took a drag, obviously unhappy with the change in subject. ¡°I have, and for the time being, supplies from the River Run storehouse will be shipped here for relief. It will take a bit longer to get here, but we¡¯ll make do for now.¡±


    Issac frowned. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you make an announcement, then?¡±


    The commander shrugged. ¡°Is it really the sheep¡¯s place to know the shepherd¡¯s plan?¡±


    Issac pursed his lips, appearing as though he wished to say something before thinking better of it. Finally, he seemed to find his voice again. ¡°Well, what about the situation in Pheora, then? You know The Order is going to send more troops. With all the men we¡¯ve already lost, there¡¯s no way we can-¡±


    The commander held up a hand, cutting the boy off. ¡°We¡¯re going to hold just fine, Lieutenant. There¡¯s a rail-yard twenty miles from here down in Tolson. We¡¯ll set up teams to run the shipments in the night. It won¡¯t do to draw attention. We still have a few months before winter hits and the cold rolls in, so night runs are our best bet for now.¡±


    Stolen story; please report.


    Issac shook his head. ¡°That still doesn¡¯t change the situation in Pheora. What about all the innocent civilians? There are people still there that couldn¡¯t make it out before the port shut down.¡±


    Leo snorted. ¡°Those people had their chance, Lieutenant. Did those ¡®innocent¡¯ people grieve for my daughter? When she was missing, did any of them volunteer to give me the information that might have saved her?¡±


    Issac hung his head. The man, unfortunately, had a point.


    ¡°Never forget why we fight, soldier. These monsters are going to pay. It¡¯s time for a forced submission.¡±


    The teen seemed to choose his next words carefully. ¡°But wasn¡¯t this whole war started on the basis of equality? If¡­If we abandon these people, then we¡¯ll be no better than¡­¡±


    ¡°Than The Order?¡± the commander questioned, cutting the boy off again. ¡°I beg to differ. Are we rounding them up and dumping them into cells to rot?¡±


    The brunette frowned again but remained silent. Perhaps it was merely the stress fueling his actions now? After all, he had just lost both his children.


    ¡°Speaking of,¡± Leo began, taking another pull from his cigarette. ¡°I thought I told you to dispose of all our prisoners.¡±


    Issac scratched the back of his head. ¡°You, uh, did, Sir.¡±


    ¡°Then why the hell wasn¡¯t it done?¡± the commander inquired, leaning back in the chair.


    The teen sighed. ¡°Don¡¯t you think that¡¯s a bit rash?¡±


    Leo¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Oh, forgive me. I must have missed the memo naming you commander and chief overseer of this base of operations.¡±


    Sensing that he had clearly struck a nerve, the teen bowed his head. ¡°T-there wasn¡¯t one, Sir. I¡¯m not commander.¡±


    ¡°Damn right, boy, and it would be in your best interest to remember that,¡± Leo bit. Pausing, he put his cigarette out and placed the butt into an ashtray he had placed on the desk before standing up. ¡°Now, if you don¡¯t mind, I have other business to attend to. See to it that the trash is properly disposed of this time, won¡¯t you? I would hate to be forced to take matters into my own hands.¡±


    Issac swallowed. ¡°Y-yes, Sir.¡±


    The commander gave an approving nod before taking his leave, the door giving a noisy ¡®clang¡¯ behind him.


    Issac failed to suppress the sigh of relief that escaped him. Suddenly, he felt twenty years older. He made his way over to the desk, flopping down in the empty chair. His brows furrowed as he caught sight of a small book that had been left behind. He was positive he hadn¡¯t noticed it before, the title instantly garnering his undivided attention.


    Reincarnation: A New Beginning


    Scratching his head in puzzlement, he frowned as he glanced at the door. Leo¡¯s?


    ****


    The blond ascended the steps of the Holy Council, doing his best to ignore the screaming crowd at the gates below. There were even more of them today than there were yesterday. It would seem that the report of Pheora¡¯s destruction was already spreading throughout the capital. It was only a matter of time now before the entire country would be up in arms. Riots were already beginning to break out.


    The 25-year-old Holy Council member sighed. If things continued this way, he wasn¡¯t sure how long his family would be able to safely remain in the city. Not that that bloody tyrant cares. The thought caused the young man¡¯s lips to tighten into a frown. People were beginning to see through the facade. Over a decade of full-blown war, and still no sign of healing the gaping wound left within their society. The people were more divided now than ever before.


    Entering the capitol only seemed to reaffirm his suspicions. Council members scurried about the lower lobby as they attempted to keep up with the constant flow of news reports. Making his way down the right hall, he paused at the bottom of the stairs.


    ¡°Leon!¡±


    The blond raised his head at the sound of his name. He smiled as he noticed the young brunette at the top of the stairs. She smiled at him as she approached.


    Lori Hickman had joined The Order the same time he had nearly six years ago. She was the best public relations representative any organization could ask for, and an even more terrific sister.


    ¡°Hey, Sis.¡±


    The girl¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly in playful humor as she brushed a hand through her chestnut hair, her emerald eyes sparkling. ¡°Don¡¯t you ¡®hey¡¯ me. You didn¡¯t return a single one of my calls last night. I was worried, you know?¡±


    Leon grimaced. Amid all the chaos, it was a miracle he remembered his name. He bowed his head slightly, his shoulders slumping as he gave a tired sigh. ¡°Sorry. I meant to call you back, really, but time kind of got away from me.¡±


    Lori raised a brow in concern. Now that she got a good look at him, her brother looked totally exhausted. ¡°Leon, is everything alright? It isn¡¯t Abby, is it? Is she okay?¡±


    Leon raised a hand in reassurance. ¡°No, no, she¡¯s alright. Other than the normal morning sickness, that is.¡± He paused. ¡°Though, if things keep going the way they¡¯re going, I don¡¯t know for how much longer.¡±


    What would have been an expression of relief on his sister¡¯s face quickly faded. ¡°You¡¯re telling me. Things are getting worse, baby brother. I don¡¯t think The Order is going to be able to strong-arm their way out of this one.¡±


    Leon rubbed his temples. ¡°Not helping. I already have to report to Emperor Shiro.¡±


    Lori grimaced. ¡°Yeah, just so you know, he¡¯s already in rare form today. Two more of our council members haven¡¯t reported back from Pheora.¡±


    ¡°Well, General Vladsco is on his way. That should improve morale a bit. At the very least it should get the emperor off my back,¡± Leon returned.


    Lori reached over to place a reassuring hand upon her brother¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Look, we¡¯ll find a way through this, okay? We always have.¡± She managed a small smile. ¡°Besides, there¡¯s talks of a new vaccine.¡±


    Leon nodded. ¡°Well, if anyone could manage it, it would be Vladsco.¡±


    Lori patted her younger brother¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Just stay positive. Run along now. You know how he gets when you keep him waiting.¡±


    The blond grimaced before taking his leave.


    Lori watched her brother go before her eyes settled upon the men and women frantically moving through the halls. There was a thick, oppressive atmosphere that hung in the air. One thing was certain: God was surely the only one who could help them now.


    ****


    Vincent eyed his blonde companion carefully as she distributed water bottles to their fellow inmates. She had returned from the prison infirmary nearly two hours ago.


    He simply didn¡¯t understand it. Looking at her now, It was as if nothing had ever happened to her. On the outside, that is. He definitely didn¡¯t like the sound of the cough she had developed. However, Kurt still had yet to return from his little meeting with Vladsco. Alice had informed him that he was in the infirmary with another broken bone.


    The teen sighed. A part of him couldn¡¯t help but feel somewhat annoyed. With all the time they¡¯d been here, Kurt had yet to serve actual hard, manual labor. The brunette frowned. Though, he couldn¡¯t say he was envious of the broken bones he was receiving instead, even if he felt they were well deserved.


    Alice stifled a stubborn yawn as she handed the next pair of prisoners their water bottles. Sore. Sore and tired. Even with the small amount of activity she¡¯d done, she was very nearly exhausted. The blonde¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly as she was approached by a pair of inmates. She recognized one of the men. Ricardo, Hugh had called him. He had more finely chiseled features than his companion, who was quite a good deal smaller. Regarding the pair carefully, she said nothing as she held out two bottles of water.


    ¡°Hola, Bonita,¡± the smaller of the pair greeted, smiling widely as he took one of the bottles from the girl.


    Alice regarded the pair warily as the man smiled at her again, his companion joining him this time. Her eyebrows furrowed as the pair shared a laugh.


    ¡°Well, aren¡¯t you going to answer? My little brother just paid you a compliment,¡± Ricardo spoke as he accepted his own water bottle.


    Alice resisted the urge to scowl. ¡°Forgive me. I¡¯m not into false flattery.¡±


    Ricardo snorted, turning to elbow his younger brother playfully. ¡°Would you believe this chica, Esteban? Only one I know get mad when you call her pretty.¡±


    The blonde rolled her eyes, clearly in no mood to entertain such a conversation. ¡°Oh, well, in that case, que te den.¡±


    The younger one¡¯s eyes widened as the pair exchanged glances, clearly taken aback.


    Finally, Ricardo tilted his head back and roared with laughter. ¡°I knew you were prime real estate. The boys are gonna love taming that vulgar tongue of yours.¡±


    ¡°I can think of a few choice ways, myself,¡± Esteban commented, moving to brush a hand through the blonde¡¯s hair.


    Alice¡¯s brows creased as her eyes narrowed. Reaching up, she quickly grasped the man¡¯s wrist. For a moment, she forgot about the infernal contraption around her ankle. She briefly considered scorching the degenerate youth¡¯s hand to ash. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t, if I were you. Not unless you want permanent scars.¡±


    Esteban¡¯s eyes widened yet again as he looked to his brother, clearly uncomfortable with the woman¡¯s grip. Her eyes told him all he needed to know: She meant what she said.


    Disregarding his brother, Ricardo smiled. ¡°You¡¯re outnumbered, little girl. Unless you want a nice, long siesta, I¡¯d cool it.¡±


    A smile tugged at the teen¡¯s lips. ¡°Think I¡¯ll take my chances. I¡¯ve faced worse odds before.¡±


    The smile suddenly dropped from Ricardo¡¯s face, no longer amused. ¡°If you like your guts on the inside, I suggest getting used to doing what you¡¯re told, chica.¡± At the girl¡¯s look of defiance, his dark eyes narrowed. Raising his hand, he intended to teach the insolent girl a lesson. His eyes widened as a hand grasped his wrist before it could make a solid connection.


    ¡°Is there a problem over here?¡±


    Ricardo glared at the amber-eyed teen. ¡°Mind your own business, muchacho. This doesn¡¯t concern you.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s eyes narrowed. Not breaking eye-contact with his adversary, he placed a hand on the girl¡¯s shoulder. ¡°That¡¯s where you¡¯re wrong.¡±


    Esteban jerked his arm away as the girl finally released her hold.


    His brother now free, Ricardo smiled. He shrugged. ¡°Sorry. There ain¡¯t no girlfriends in here. Looks like you need a lesson in sharing, chico.¡±


    Vincent glared. Something about the guy¡¯s smile seemed to boil the blood in his veins. Was absolutely everyone in this place filled with such depravity? Time seemed to halt for the teen as he witnessed movement out of the corner of his eye.


    Alice was on the floor now, Esteban on top of her as he attempted to repay her for his earlier humiliation in front of his brother. A dangerous cocktail of fear, anger, and determination sparked in her eyes.


    Vincent needed no more encouragement. The first punch was thrown without him fully realizing. Backing up a step, he dodged the return blow. Not taking his eyes off his opponent, he kicked his leg backward, sending his foot straight into the back of Esteban¡¯s head.


    The Latino cried out, Alice using the opportunity to gain the upper hand. She rolled him, wasting no time in placing her knee into his throat. Her adversary¡¯s yelp was cut off as she balled her fist, making a solid connection with his nose. Blood instantly poured from the injury, causing him to attempt to roll onto his stomach.


    A crowd was quickly beginning to form now, no doubt lured by morbid fascination of violence.


    The blonde relinquished her hold, allowing her neutralized foe to roll away. Springing to her feet, she paid little mind to the cheers and shouts of the other inmates attempting to spur her on. She needed no encouragement for this fight.


    Vincent gave a short cry as he took a blow full on to the face. Snapping his head back, he took a moment to reacclimate himself. While he was clearly the taller of the two, there didn¡¯t seem to be a whole lot of difference when it came to weight. He couldn¡¯t help the smirk that tugged at his lips as his opponent suddenly lost his balance, falling forward onto his knees as he struggled with his additional attacker.


    The blonde tightened her hold as her foe fell. Wrapping her legs securely around his shoulders, she placed her heel just beneath his chin.


    ¡°What the devil is going on here?!¡± a voice bellowed, bringing an abrupt halt to the altercation.


    Alice released her adversary, stepping back to return his glare of defiance.


    Vincent watched as a pair of guards helped the injured Esteban to his feet. Inmates snickered at the trail of blood that leaked from his nose to his chin, the misalignment giving no question as to whether or not it was broken.


    Hugh shook his head. ¡°Ricardo, Esteban, I¡¯m pretty sure you got better things to do than to cause trouble.¡± He glanced to Vincent, who now held a hand over his left eye. ¡°And you two know better as well.¡±


    ¡°Trouble, Hughbert?¡±


    The room suddenly fell silent as all eyes turned to the doorway.


    Hugh paled. ¡°N-No, General Vladsco, Sir. Just busting up a minor squabble, that¡¯s all.¡±


    The general gave a mild grunt as he made his way across the room, prisoners quickly moving out of his way as he passed. After all, no one was too eager to gain the warden¡¯s attention. He glanced the group over. His eyes narrowed, seeing the state of the brothers. ¡°Minor squabble, huh?¡± He frowned as his eyes settled upon the blonde. ¡°I thought I¡¯d made myself perfectly clear about keeping a low profile.¡±


    The blonde snorted. ¡°Well, maybe you should keep a better leash on your dogs, then.¡±


    Vladsco¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°I would suggest not becoming more trouble than you¡¯re worth, girl. Officially, you are supposed to be dead. Let¡¯s not make it unofficially as well.¡±


    Alice glared but remained silent as the general then turned his attention to the injured Vincent.


    ¡°It would seem, perhaps, the both of you could stand to learn some proper respect. I¡¯ve been good to you both. I¡¯ve even been so kind as to allow you all to remain together. I believe I¡¯m owed some common courtesy, at the very least.¡±


    The brunette teen rolled his eyes. ¡°Of course, Sir. Screw you too, Sir,¡± he muttered.


    The general sighed, choosing to ignore the boy¡¯s antagonizing, before turning back to Hugh. ¡°Get that one there to the infirmary,¡± he ordered, gesturing to Esteban. ¡°To their cells with the rest.¡±


    Hugh nodded. ¡°Back to work, the lot of you! Show¡¯s over!¡±


    ****


    ¡°Please! Please, I was only a technician. I¡¯m no soldier!¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t need to do this!¡±


    Issac closed his eyes at the frightened cries of the prisoners as they were arranged into a single-file line. He drew in a deep breath as Seth approached him.


    ¡°This is crazy, Issac,¡± he murmured as he adjusted the rifle against his shoulder. Leo had insisted upon the use of rifles instead of their usual handguns.


    The brunette lieutenant frowned. He was right. He knew Seth was right. What was he supposed to do? Disregard orders? Leo would have the poor lot murdered either way. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he placed a hand upon his friend¡¯s shoulder. ¡°I-I know, Seth. I don¡¯t have a choice-¡±


    ¡°You always have a choice!¡± Seth countered, a little rougher than intended. The teen breathed out a sigh. ¡°Look, we can just take them back to their cells. It isn¡¯t too late.¡±


    ¡°And what do you propose I tell Leo this time? I¡¯ve held him off as long as I can,¡± Issac replied. ¡°He¡¯ll just kill them himself.¡±


    Seth looked away. He was correct. Leo certainly wasn¡¯t afraid to dirty his own hands if need be. Though, he did prefer to have others do it for him.


    The ten guards controlling the crowd of prisoners exchanged glances. It would seem that the command didn¡¯t sit very well with them either.


    ¡°Problems, Lieutenant?!¡±


    Issac cringed at the voice. Peering over the edge of the twelve-foot raised, earthen, platform, he shook his head at the commander waiting on the ground below. ¡°N-No, Sir. Just preparing, is all!¡± he called back.


    Commander Leo took a sip of his coffee. ¡°Well, let¡¯s get this underway. I haven¡¯t got all day. Time to let God sort these cockroaches out.¡±


    ¡°There has to be another way,¡± Seth whispered to Issac once he¡¯d turned his attention back to him. ¡°If Alice were here-¡±


    ¡°Well, she isn¡¯t,¡± Issac snapped, cutting the teen off. ¡°Alice is dead, Seth. She¡¯s dead, and she isn¡¯t coming back. Now, get your head out of your fantasies for a change and get into position.¡±


    Seth¡¯s hazel eyes narrowed. ¡°You know what, Issac?¡± he spat, raising his hand and extending the middle finger on his right hand. ¡°Fuck you. You know, Alice may have been considered na?ve. She may have done things the hard way at times, but at least she had spine enough to stick to her convictions.¡±


    A growl of frustration bubbled up in the lieutenant¡¯s throat as he watched the brunette go, his heart squeezing painfully in his chest. Holding up a hand in signal, he ignored the wails and screams of the six prisoners as they were shoved from the platform to tumble a total of twenty-two feet into a pit below.


    One by one, the ten-by-ten pit greeted its new guests. One man, appearing to be in his thirties, gave a blood-chilling wail as the flesh on his shin split, the bone protruding like some macabre growth. Blood streamed from the wound, causing the others to fret even more as they continued to cry out their pleas for mercy.


    Issac grimaced as he descended the platform and approached the edge of the pit. The man was as good as dead now. Two more individuals seemed to be sporting less severe breakages. Some were holding their wrists or hands. The teen resisted the urge to cover his ears against the pitiful, moaning cries. His eyes widened as Leo approached, lighter in hand.


    ¡°Reckon we should turn up the heat, Lieutenant?¡±


    The teen¡¯s eyes narrowed. He quickly clenched his right fist, closing the gap in the earth, leaving no trace of the pit that once was. The air was still and silent now, save for the tweeting of native birds. Of course, to Issac, the harmonious melody was lost. They weren¡¯t singing. They were crying out his guilt.


    Leo clapped, a predator¡¯s smile gracing his lips. ¡°Well done, Lieutenant. Not so bad, was it? We¡¯ll make a leader out of you yet.¡±


    Issac¡¯s eyes narrowed again. ¡°Just bring out the next group.¡±


    ****


    ¡°I didn¡¯t even know you spoke multiple languages,¡± Vincent chuckled as he sat next to the girl on the bed.


    The blonde giggled, gently applying an ice pack they had been given to the boy¡¯s eye. ¡°Actually, I don¡¯t.¡±


    Amber eyes widened. What?


    Vincent quirked a brow. ¡°But I thought I heard you say something to them in the language they speak that made them angry.¡±


    Alice turned to him, a sly grin tugging at her pale lips. ¡°I did.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed.


    The blonde shrugged, chuckling. ¡°As far as carrying on a conversation, unless I was speaking with a toddler, I probably wouldn¡¯t get very far.¡± She paused, giving a wink. ¡°I do know a few choice words, though. Let¡¯s just say that I know enough to pick up when an interaction is going south and to deter unwanted conversation.¡±


    ¡°In other words; all you can really do is greetings and insults,¡± Kurt drawled, earning himself a glare from his sister.


    ¡°I don¡¯t recall asking you,¡± Alice muttered with a playful roll of her eyes, sticking her tongue out.


    Vincent snickered in spite of himself. It was honestly good to see her acting somewhat normal again. His thoughts trailed off as she suddenly pulled away from him, clapping a hand over her mouth to muffle a violent cough.


    Kurt frowned. She still wasn¡¯t quite right, it would seem.


    Alice drew in a deep breath of much-needed oxygen after a moment. Glancing at her hand, she grimaced to find it stained crimson. ¡°How long you think I¡¯ll be doing that?¡± she inquired offhandedly as she showed her hand to her brother.


    Both Kurt and Vincent winced at the sight.


    Kurt scratched the back of his head. ¡°Hard to say, really.¡± He paused, eyeing his sister warily from his corner of the cell. ¡°Have¡­have they identified what it was that caused such a severe reaction?¡±


    The blonde shrugged. ¡°Apparently, some form of neurotoxin. They don¡¯t know much more than that, because the physician here has never seen it before.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed, interest piqued. ¡°So you were poisoned?¡±


    Once again, Alice shrugged, replacing the ice pack upon his bruised eye. ¡°It would seem so.¡±


    Vincent pulled back slightly. ¡°Wait. Kurt, you were on kitchen duty that day. Did you see anyone around the food?¡±


    The brunette paled slightly. Honestly, the boy might be a little too intelligent for his own good. He shook his head. ¡°N-No. I, uh, did have to excuse myself to the bathroom. That must be when they snuck in and did it.¡±


    ¡°I wonder if anyone else got sick?¡±


    Alice shrugged, placing the ice pack to the side. ¡°Not that they told me. Truth be told, it was probably your f-er-Vladsco.¡±


    Vincent quirked a brow, though it didn¡¯t seem an unreasonable conclusion. ¡°I suppose that makes sense. Too random, otherwise.¡±


    The siblings exchanged a glance. Each seeming to debate whether or not to explain what they knew to the poor boy. Finally, Alice shook her head. It wasn¡¯t the time. If they were going to make it out of this place, they couldn¡¯t afford to have any distractions.


    Kurt glanced over to where their dinner tray sat, untouched, since its delivery around fifteen minutes ago. He supposed he should warn them about that.


    Following his line of sight, Alice sighed. ¡°You know, I think I¡¯d kill for a plate of steak and eggs about now. Medium rare. Or even a slice of pizza.¡±


    Kurt chuckled. ¡°Yeah, me too.¡±


    Vincent seemed to share much the same sentiment as he eyed the tray suspiciously.


    Kurt got up and moved to retrieve the tray from the floor. At least, this time, it wasn¡¯t the same stew they¡¯d been served since their arrival. This seemed to be something akin to cube steak with what he was positive were instant mashed potatoes and a few carrots. He glanced closer at the chopped pieces of meat. Submerged in thick gravy, it was honestly difficult to tell if this dish was made from a legit cut of meat, or¡­


    The teen shook his head. No. He owed them. They deserved to know, right? ¡°Listen, guys, I need to tell you something I DID see while I was on kitchen duty.¡±


    ¡°I thought you said that you didn¡¯t see anything while on kitchen duty,¡± Alice remarked, folding her arms.


    Kurt shook his head. ¡°I said that I didn¡¯t see anyone messing with the stew. I did, however, find something in the freezer,¡± he said. His expression soured as he narrowed his eyes. ¡°Something I wasn¡¯t supposed to.¡±


    Alice appeared hesitant as she slowly rose from the bed. ¡°What do you mean?¡±


    Kurt chewed his lip, still eyeing the tray he held. ¡°It¡¯s¡­about the food.¡±


    The blonde rolled her eyes. ¡°Spit it out already,¡± she demanded.


    ¡°Probably not a bad idea,¡± he mused darkly under his breath.


    ¡°What?¡± Vincent murmured as he stood.


    ¡°Well, I wanted a better cut of meat for the stew. You know, cause it¡¯s always so chewy and bland. And I thought I would sneak Matthew some ice cream, if I found any, since he¡¯s always bringing us stuff from the kitchen,¡± Kurt began.


    Alice quirked a brow. ¡°Go on.¡±


    ¡°Well, when I opened the freezer, there was a body inside,¡± Kurt whispered harshly, not wishing to alert any outside ears to the conversation. ¡°It¡­it had slices carved out of it.¡±


    Vincent and Alice both swallowed the sudden lump of bile rising in their throats, exchanging a glance.


    ¡°Y-you¡¯re sure?¡± Vincent asked.


    Kurt rolled his eyes. ¡°I know what butchered meat looks like. The guy had steaks carved out of him.¡±


    Alice frowned. Suddenly, all her other ailments paled in comparison to the sickening feeling building within her stomach.


    ¡°The guards knew too. They even knew him by name,¡± the brunette persisted.


    Alice ran a hand through her disheveled hair. Truthfully, she was uncertain as to what to do. She also didn¡¯t want to think too deeply on the matter, otherwise, she was sure to vomit.


    ¡°And they call The Touched monsters?¡± Vincent commented, shaking his head in disbelief.


    ¡°We can¡¯t get out of here fast enough. Speaking of which,¡± Alice spoke, turning to her brother. ¡°I¡¯ve been thinking; would it be possible for you to create a weak electrical signal capable of shorting out the circuits in these things?¡± she asked, gesturing to the metal ring around her ankle.


    Kurt shrugged. ¡°It¡¯s not a question of whether I can short out the circuits. It¡¯s a matter of being able to do it without injury to ourselves, or alerting the guards.¡±


    ¡°Do you think it can be done?¡± Vincent asked, his tone hopeful.


    ¡°Would there even be a point?¡± Kurt murmured, avoiding their eyes. What was the point? After all, it wasn¡¯t as if there would be anything to go back to.


    Alice quirked a brow. ¡°What are you talking about?¡±


    ¡°Yeah, I thought you were as desperate to get out of this place as we are,¡± Vincent added, folding his arms.


    ¡°I DO want out of here,¡± Kurt countered. Pausing, he looked away again. ¡°But¡­but they know where the base is now.¡±


    Alice¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°What do you mean? What makes you think they know?¡±


    ¡°Because,¡± Kurt began hesitantly. ¡°Because I told them.¡±


    The brunette winced at the audible gasps from his companions.


    ¡°Kurt, how could you?!¡± the blonde snapped, her sapphire eyes crackling with a mix of disappointment and anger.


    Vincent shook his head, huffing out a breath. ¡°And you called me a traitor.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not a traitor!¡± Kurt bit in protest.


    Alice raised a brow. ¡°Oh, yeah? How do you figure? You just screwed us all over.¡±


    ¡°They were blackmailing me! Look, they told me they were going to kill you if I didn¡¯t tell them.¡±


    ¡°Right after they finished faking my death to the emperor? Yeah, right. Kurt, use your head!¡± Alice returned hotly. Heaving a heavy sigh, she turned away. Now what were they to do? They were on borrowed time enough as it is. She wasn¡¯t sure they would be able to make it back in time to warn the others.


    ¡°There¡¯s nothing to go back to, Alice.¡±


    The blonde whirled around at her brother¡¯s confession.


    ¡°Pheora¡¯s gone,¡± Kurt added, bowing his head. ¡°Apparently there was heavy bombing.¡±


    Alice closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath as she tried desperately to keep ahold of her composure. If the device on her ankle detected the shift in her temperature¡­  Collecting herself, she pinned her brother with a frosty glare. ¡°And how do you know that? Do you have any proof?¡±


    The brunette blinked, then shook his head. ¡°W-well, no. Vladsco told me that he heard the news from a report he got.¡±


    Alice and Vincent both groaned.


    ¡°You¡¯ve got to be kidding me!¡± Alice growled as she moved to resume her position on the bed. Sitting down, she buried her face into her hands. ¡°Well, now we know one thing for sure: If the base was safe before, it most certainly isn¡¯t now. We have no way of sending warning to Leo.¡±


    ¡°What are we going to do?¡± Vincent inquired, a look of sympathy creasing his brow.


    Alice looked up. ¡°Pray. Pray an opportunity happens that we can take advantage of and get out of here in time, or thousands of people are going to die.¡±

 Chapter 19: No Angel

    Chapter 19: No Angel


    Ricardo grumbled under his breath as he rubbed his bruised chin. It would appear he¡¯d underestimated the girl. His brother sat across from him, his broken nose wrapped securely in a bandage as proof of his own misstep.


    They couldn¡¯t have this. They had too much at stake to allow for such insult and humiliation. After all, such nonsense stood to ruin their business. They would be the laughingstock of the entire prison!


    ¡°And your embarrassment is my problem how?¡±


    The two brothers exchanged a glance.


    Ricardo snorted. ¡°Hey, do you want the chica or not, Shan? You said blondes fetch a high price.¡±


    Shan shrugged. ¡°And they do. It isn¡¯t my fault you dickheads bit off more than you could chew. Besides, it isn¡¯t as if Golden Phoenix is the only game in town. Gotta tap that low hanging fruit before you can pluck that cherry, ya know.¡±


    Ricardo glared. ¡°She insulted my little brother.¡±


    Shan rolled his brown eyes as he took a swig from his water bottle. ¡°Doesn¡¯t that just break your heart? Once again, not my problem.¡± He grinned, twisting the cap back on his bottle. ¡°Sounds like your little brother needs to man up and grow a pair.¡±


    ¡°That cellmate of hers is going to be a problem. He¡¯s been in the way since they got here,¡± Esteban tried, resisting the urge to rub his bandaged nose. Giving in to the temptation, he gave a hiss of pain. The little witch wouldn¡¯t get the better of him again.


    Shan shrugged again. ¡°So separate them, then. Does the fox kill chickens when the farmer is right there watching?¡±


    The brothers exchanged a glance.


    Shan reached into his pocket, pulling out a container of tobacco. Collecting a generous amount, he placed it in his mouth. ¡°Besides, you two seem to be forgetting one little thing: Vladsco. Phoenix is, shall we say, a favorite of his. You don¡¯t think there¡¯ll be consequences for you messing around with her?¡±


    ¡°I couldn¡¯t care less about this Genesis Project, and I ain¡¯t afraid of Vladsco!¡± Ricardo snapped. ¡°He likes to think he¡¯s running this tight ship, but he doesn¡¯t even know what¡¯s really going on in this place.¡±


    Shan snorted, spitting tobacco juice upon the floor at the Latino¡¯s feet. ¡°Is that right? Well, you better care, and you better be watching how boldly you play your hand. I ain¡¯t gonna be responsible when he decides to make a big show of mounting your empty head on a spike out there at the prison entrance.¡±


    Ricardo chuckled. ¡°We¡¯ll see about that.¡± Motioning for his brother, the two took their leave of the older inmate¡¯s cell. With or without him, he would make sure the pair paid for the humiliation they¡¯d caused.


    ****


    Alice stretched as she stood up from the bed, grimacing slightly at the dull throbbing in her lower abdomen. She turned to her brother, who was now nearly asleep in the corner. ¡°Hey, Kurt. Didn¡¯t they give you extra gauze with your broken finger?¡±


    Kurt quirked a brow as he looked up. ¡°Yeah. Why?¡±


    Vincent cocked his head. Why was the girl asking about gauze? Had she been injured earlier?


    The blonde bit her lip, clearly not wishing to elaborate. ¡°W-well, where is it? Could I have some?¡±


    A look of realization passed over the brunette¡¯s features as he quickly stood up to reach into the pocket of his union suit.


    ¡°Why do you need gauze? You aren¡¯t hurt, are you?¡± Vincent inquired as he stood up as well. Though he wasn¡¯t crazy about the idea, perhaps another night in the infirmary would be best?


    The teen shook her head, a crimson hue beginning to bleed into her fair complexion. ¡°No, it, uh, isn¡¯t for an injury, Vincent.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed. What other use could there possibly be for the cotton bandages? ¡°But¡­but isn¡¯t gauze used to help with bleeding?¡±


    Kurt gave an exaggerated snort, rolling his eyes as he handed the requested item to his sister. ¡°Congratulations, Captain Obvious.¡±


    Vincent scowled. He was really beginning to grow irritated with his intellect constantly being called into question. It seemed as the only one that showed any signs of believing he held any intelligence whatsoever was Alice. ¡°I may not be a doctor or physician, but, generally speaking, when one is bleeding, they are typically wounded.¡±


    ¡°Well, that¡¯s technically correct,¡± Alice murmured, still continuing to avoid eye-contact with either of her two companions. She was quite positive that this situation couldn¡¯t possibly be more embarrassing. Well, that was until the boy spoke again.


    ¡°See? Then, you ARE injured. Why else would you be bleeding?¡±


    Ba-bump!


    The girl nearly choked as her heart suddenly missed a beat, her blush only deepening. She and her brother exchanged incredulous glances.


    Kurt gave an awkward chuckle as he shook his head. ¡°You¡¯re kidding, right?¡± He snickered as he glanced to Alice once more.


    The girl in question chewed her lip, clearly wishing to be anywhere else at the moment. ¡°Look, it-it¡¯s just a normal thing, Vincent, okay? It¡¯s¡­a, you know, woman thing.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed, clearly still not understanding. What did the girl mean ¡®woman thing¡¯? He shook his head. ¡°I¡¯m afraid I¡¯m not understanding. What does you being a woman have to do with you bleeding at random?¡±


    Kurt barked out a laugh at the astonishment on his sister¡¯s face. ¡°Oh, that¡¯s rich. For crying out loud, Vincent, tell me that you at least know the difference between men and women¡¯s bodies.¡±


    The brunette frowned. Yet again, it would seem his intelligence was being called into question. ¡°Of course!¡± he huffed, folding his arms.


    ¡°C-can we just drop the subject, please?¡± Alice squeaked. By now, she was positive she had to resemble a cherry. Or, at the very least, a deeply ripened strawberry.


    Kurt let out another hearty chuckle. ¡°Oh, come on, Alice. It¡¯s not every day that you get the opportunity to teach sex education to your soldiers.¡±


    The girl flushed. ¡°I said to drop it!¡±


    Vincent chewed his bottom lip, feeling his face burn. He wasn¡¯t certain how bleeding tied into¡­that, but it was obvious the subject was making the girl uncomfortable.


    ¡°Make love, not war, Alice,¡± Kurt remarked, earning another heated glare from his sister.


    ¡°Shut up.¡±


    Vincent rolled his eyes, doing his best to ignore the color darkening his cheeks. ¡°I think you¡¯ve said more than enough, Kurt.¡±


    Truthfully, the teen wasn¡¯t so sure he wanted to know anymore. As long as the girl was unharmed, he would be happy to leave it at that.


    The blonde cleared her throat, clearly desperate to bring an end to the conversation. ¡°We, uh, we should probably be getting some rest now.¡±


    Vincent nodded, more than happy to comply with the girl¡¯s wishes at this point.


    Kurt snickered but said nothing more as he resumed his former position in the corner of the cell. He propped himself up against the wall and closed his eyes, a weary yawn finally escaping his lips.


    Vincent scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he made his way over to the bed after a moment to join the girl. What should he say? Should he even say anything at all? Was she angry with him for prying so much earlier? ¡°S-so¡­¡±


    The blonde seemed to pause a moment before having the courage to fully face him again. She gave an awkward smile. ¡°Er¡­I, uh, I¡¯ll take first watch. You should get some sleep, Vincent.¡±


    The brunette offered a smile, a weak chuckle escaping him. ¡°Right.¡± He resisted the urge to slap his forehead with his palm. Could he be any more awkward?!


    Alice didn¡¯t seem to be fairing much better, the embers of her previous humiliation still burning within her cheeks as she turned away. In all honesty, she wasn¡¯t totally certain why she was so shy around him at the moment. She really had no reason to be, after all. Especially seeing as he seemed to fail to understand the situation, though she wasn¡¯t sure how such a thing was possible. Sparing a glance at the teen as he situated himself back against the wall, she smiled. Once again, she couldn¡¯t help but ponder why she hadn¡¯t recognized him. After all, she¡¯d said it herself before: Eyes such as his were not exactly common.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry,¡± the teen suddenly blurted, throwing the girl off guard, ¡°I, uh, didn¡¯t mean to embarrass you or put you on the spot like that. I just-¡±


    ¡°You were just concerned, Vincent. There¡¯s nothing wrong with that,¡± Alice finished for him, finally sitting down next to the boy.


    ¡°So you¡¯re sure you¡¯re okay?¡±


    The blonde chuckled, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder in reassurance. ¡°Positive.¡±


    The pair regarded one another for a moment.


    Vincent swallowed, his heart missing a beat. What was this feeling? It wasn¡¯t merely admiration, and it certainly went beyond infatuation.


    Alice tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as the boy continued his warm gaze. She blinked slowly, attempting to ignore the tickling of butterflies in her stomach. Suddenly, her earlier abdominal discomfort was forgotten. She resisted the urge to chew her bottom lip as she felt the heat begin to bleed into her cheeks again, once more drawn in by molten gold. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that it probably wasn¡¯t such a good idea to allow him so close. After all, hadn¡¯t she made that mistake before? She wasn¡¯t too keen on this newfound vulnerability that was beginning to wash over her.


    The brunette slowly reached a hand up to place over her own, his eyes never leaving hers. He swallowed again as he felt his heart begin to race in his chest, a shiver running down his spine. He wasn¡¯t sure if he¡¯d unconsciously leaned forward at some point, or if she had shifted closer to him without his detection. However, he was hyper aware of the warm breath now teasing his lips.


    The girl swallowed, blinking in an almost silent dare. Would she? Could they? Just how far was she willing to allow him to push the boundaries? They barely knew anything of each other, after all. However, she was unable to deny her racing heart. Though she knew he would fail to remember, she had never gotten the chance to properly thank the small boy to whom she owed her life. Drawing in a deep breath, she finally allowed her eyes to slip closed in silent permission. What would be, would be. Her heart nearly stopped at the sound of her brother¡¯s voice.


    ¡°You know, I thought we were steering clear of the birds and the bees?¡±


    The pair sprang apart, faces flushed, and eyes widened. Hadn¡¯t he been asleep?!


    Alice was the first to recover, clearing her throat. ¡°Weren¡¯t you asleep?¡±


    The teen shrugged. ¡°I don¡¯t know. Weren¡¯t you keeping watch?¡±


    Alice and Vincent avoided eye-contact, both silently praying that the boy would fail to detect the heat searing into their cheeks.


    While Vincent wasn¡¯t sure what birds or bees had to do with anything, it didn¡¯t take a genius-level IQ to tell he hadn¡¯t approved of the direction in which their interaction had begun to shift.


    The brunette gave a faux yawn, stretching his arms above his head as he pinned his sister with an almost accusatory stare. ¡°You know, I would¡¯ve thought you¡¯d learned your lesson with Julius.¡±


    The girl recoiled as if struck. Of all the nerve! She opened her mouth to retort, only to have her brother cut her off as he spoke again.


    ¡°I do have to admit that, as a scientist, though, your body¡¯s sick sense of irony has always intrigued me.¡±


    Vincent wasn¡¯t sure what the boy meant by his statement, but judging by the shift in the girl¡¯s features, it was anything but good. ¡°What¡¯s that supposed to mean?¡±


    Alice¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Go to sleep, Kurt.¡±


    The boy shrugged, seeming to ignore her. ¡°Well, haven¡¯t you ever thought about it? Why go through all the motions of fertility if it¡¯s futile?¡±


    Vincent resisted the gasp that stuck in his throat as his head whipped over to the girl.


    There was more sorrow than anger within her eyes as she finally turned away from them. ¡°You¡¯re a prick.¡±


    Vincent felt his heart sink as she walked away to the front of the cell. He turned to shoot a glare in the other boy¡¯s direction before finally sitting down on the bed once more, suddenly feeling a lot colder than he had only a few short moments ago. A weary sigh escaped him as he closed his eyes, preparing for the inevitable restless night ahead.


    ****


    Flames licked the blackened sky as the torched remains of what once were businesses and houses chased away the phantom known as darkness. Screams filled the air as townspeople scurried through the streets. The Order had come to Rose Point.


    Rain had soaked the streets, leaving large puddles upon the sidewalks. Of course, that didn¡¯t matter to the small boy dressed in black as he darted through the alleyways of the city. His brilliant, golden eyes darted in search of his target. After all, he was on a mission: To carry a message¡­of death.


    Catching sight of his target, the child sped up his pace. Being only a kid, he was met with little resistance as he darted through the crowd. Behind him, he could hear his squad setting off yet another chain of explosives. Come morning, there would be nothing left of what once was the small, northern town.


    Once the boy¡¯s target was within range, the child shot his arm out, a pillar of water extending forth from his fingertips to wrap around his prey¡¯s leg.


    The blond cried out as he lost his balance, hitting his head on the sidewalk as he was dragged backward. His green eyes widened as he peered up at his assailant. No words needed said. He knew the child meant death. Of course, any words he might have said were choked off when the boy clenched his fist. Terror flashed in the captive¡¯s eyes as he felt his lungs fill with fluid.


    The young boy watched as the man¡¯s eyes gradually glazed over. He felt little pity. The man was an informant of The Resistance: A terrorist. Satisfied that his target was now dead, the boy pulled the hood up on his black cloak before making his way back the way he¡¯d came¡­


    ****


    Vincent jolted awake. Reaching up, he quickly wiped the cold sweat from his brow. That wasn¡¯t him. That couldn¡¯t have been him.


    ¡°Bad dream?¡±


    The teen jumped slightly at the soft, familiar voice. Turning, he finally took notice of the young woman watching him from her place at the front of the cell. Judging by the lack of light, it was still the earlier hours of the morning. He brushed a hand through his hair, standing up. ¡°Yeah,¡± he finally answered as he slowly made his way over to stand next to her.


    The girl gave a sympathetic smile as he approached. ¡°Been there. Try not to dwell on it, okay? You¡¯re awake now, and that¡¯s what matters. Nothing in your dreams can hurt you.¡±


    The teen raised a hand to the back of his skull in a vain attempt to ease the sudden headache he had. He missed the second glance of sympathy from the girl as he closed his eyes. ¡°I suppose that¡¯s true. No matter how real they seem.¡±


    The blonde nodded firmly. ¡°Your fear is nothing to be ashamed of, Vincent. Everyone has their own inner demons to battle. It¡¯s how you slay them that really counts.¡±


    The brunette managed a small smile. ¡°Even you?¡±


    Alice smiled, nodding once more. ¡°Even me.¡±


    The pair was silent for a moment, neither seeming to know what more to say.


    ¡°You don¡¯t suppose our gracious hosts would be kind enough to bring us some coffee, do you?¡± the blonde joked, finally breaking the awkward silence that had fallen between them.


    Vincent couldn¡¯t help but chuckle. ¡°No. I highly doubt it.¡± After a moment, he quirked a brow. ¡°Have you been up this whole time?¡±


    The blonde nodded. ¡°Yes, but I did manage to pick up on something. The guards really began to dwindle about three hours or so after lights out. I can¡¯t tell the time for certain, since I don¡¯t have my watch anymore. And we¡¯ll need to observe for a while longer to make sure it wasn¡¯t just a one-night thing.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed. ¡°Well, I guess it wasn¡¯t all that bad then. At least now we can formulate a plan. You do need to sleep, though. Why don¡¯t you go lay down? I¡¯ll take watch.¡±


    Much too tired to argue, the blonde nodded as a small yawn escaped her. There was no denying that the notion of sleep sounded heavenly.


    ****


    Vincent sighed as he swung his sledgehammer, shattering the rather stubborn piece of concrete. Straightening his posture, he leaned back to wipe the sweat from his brow.


    The shrill whistle blew, calling a temporary cease to the grueling, manual labor; at least for the day, as even the guards themselves became lost in conversation before slowly filing out of the room.


    The teen sighed again. He just couldn¡¯t understand it. It seemed like every time he felt that he and the girl were forming a deeper connection, things were made complicated and awkward again. He closed his eyes, feeling his heart skip a beat. Had she really been about to allow him to kiss her last night? Was he wrong for actually WANTING to kiss her?


    Resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration, the brunette reached down for his water bottle. Twisting off the cap, he raised it to his lips. He nearly choked, water spurting down the front of his tank top as he was shoved from behind. Glaring to see that now nearly half of his water had pooled on the ground at his feet, he turned to face his aggressor.


    ¡°Well, well, if it isn¡¯t Senior Jack Mayhoff. Where¡¯s your chica today?¡±


    The brunette inwardly cursed to see the familiar Latino face. At least he didn¡¯t seem to have his usual entourage accompanying him this time. ¡°It¡¯s Vincent, for the record,¡± he grumbled. ¡°And Golden Phoenix was assigned elsewhere today.¡±


    Ricardo shrugged. ¡°Well, ain¡¯t that too bad? You see, she owes my little brother for his humiliation yesterday.¡± He smiled. ¡°And you owe me.¡±


    Vincent rolled his eyes. ¡°What are you going on about?¡±


    The Latino gave a fox¡¯s grin. ¡°I¡¯m talking about a debt, muchacho. One that I intend to collect in full; starting with those fine lips of hers.¡±


    Amber eyes narrowed.


    Sensing he had struck a nerve, the inmate continued. ¡°Oh, yes. It¡¯s shower time, and she¡¯s gonna be one busy woman. First, me, then my little brother. Who knows? I may even feel a bit generous and let my boys have a go.¡±


    ¡°If you so much as lay a finger on her¡­,¡± Vincent spat.


    A sly grin tugged at Ricardo¡¯s lips as he rested the broom he carried against his shoulder. ¡°Oh, I plan on laying a lot more than just my fingers on her: My lips, my tongue¡­ And you know what? She¡¯ll love every second of it. She¡¯ll beg for it. Beg to feel me inside her. I¡¯d wager that even you¡¯ll be begging for a taste too after I¡¯m done making you watch.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s jaw set. His eyes darted. It would seem as if they had been forgotten. Save for this reprobate and himself, the room was completely empty. God, he was stupid! Had the degenerate planned this? The teen had no more time to think on the matter as Ricardo resumed his speech.


    ¡°Or maybe you want to be a participant?¡± He paused, reaching into his pocket to procure what Vincent assumed to be a rock that had been broken and sharpened into the shape of a knife. ¡°Of course, I¡¯ll have to break you in first. Gotta see how good you are so I can charge a fair price.¡±


    Vincent dodged the first swing, mildly surprised to see him toss the broom he carried to the side.


    Recovering, Ricardo swung his arm out again. He gave a malicious grin as he caught his target in the shoulder.


    Vincent howled in agony as flesh split, staining his white tank top crimson. Amber eyes narrowed as his foe spoke again.


    ¡°You know what? I¡¯ve had a change of heart. First, I¡¯m gonna slice your balls off, then I¡¯m gonna slit your throat and watch you choke on your own blood. Then, I¡¯m gonna take your balls to your girl and make her eat them while the boys and I go down on her like there¡¯s no tomorrow.¡±


    Time, in that instant, seemed to stop for the teen as red bled into his vision. This man took great pleasure in harming others, and he especially meant harm to the girl. The teen grit his teeth. No. He refused to allow her to be subjected to such violation any longer. Hadn¡¯t they been through enough?!


    Ricardo rushed the boy, gagging as he was struck in the chest with the handle of the sledgehammer the teen carried. He growled in the back of his throat as he swung once more. He hissed, wincing as the teen jabbed him with the blunt end of the wooden handle again in response, backing him up a step. He was unable to prevent the startled yelp that escaped his lips as he tripped over his discarded broom, loosing his footing.


    When his adversary¡¯s weapon slipped from his grip, Vincent wasted no time in his retaliation. He swung his sledgehammer, paying no heed to the choked cries coming from his downed foe. The teen closed his eyes as his body seemed to go numb. Heart hammering in his chest, he continued to swing his weapon repeatedly long after the cries and gurgling noises had stopped. Liquid splashed his face, sending the teen crashing back to reality. The sight that greeted his vision was one he wasn¡¯t totally prepared for.


    Ricardo lay on the ground, a large pool of darkening blood forming beneath him. His skull resembled such in name only. Bits of white speckled with red now formed a pool of mush at the teen¡¯s feet.


    Amber eyes widened as the brunette stumbled back, dropping his weapon. He bit back the bile rising in his throat as he forced down the wave of nausea that suddenly swept through him. His eyes darted. The room remained empty. Unable to think properly, he fled as quickly as his feet would carry him.


    Only one thought seemed permanently etched into the teen¡¯s mind as he sped down the hallway back to his cell: He was officially a monster.


    ****


    Alice sighed as she tossed the last bag of trash into the incinerator. Hearing the whistle blow, she straightened her posture and gave a languid stretch. As strange as it may have been, all she really wanted at the moment was to go back to her cell and rest.


    The blonde exited the room to find that the two guards in charge of overseeing her had vanished.


    Odd¡­ The teen smiled. Odd, but fortunate.


    If the rest of the prison was as scarcely populated by guards, they may have a chance yet. Before she could dwell on the matter for too long, a loud siren began blaring from the intercom system affixed to the walls.


    Alice clapped her hands over her ears as the sound seemed to echo down the halls, amplifying it to a near unbearable pitch. She needed to find her brother and Vincent before planning their next move. Their cell seemed the most logical destination to begin her search.


    Decision made, the teen swiftly made her way down the hall toward the stairs that would lead to the main floor of cells.


    Ascending the steps, the blonde was mildly surprised to find the main floor just as vacant as the basement. Of course, until she turned a corner.


    Shouting could be heard as a handful of guards rushed down the hall, presumably responding to the siren from a few moments ago.


    Alice didn¡¯t draw attention to herself as she slipped down the hall to her cell. Upon reaching the doorway, the blonde halted in her tracks. It wasn¡¯t the familiar brunette that occupied the cell with his back turned to her. No. It was the sight that met her eyes as he slowly turned around at the sound of her entrance.


    Blood. It was everywhere. It decorated the front of his shirt as it soaked through the white fabric. His left cheek was smeared, and it even appeared to have gotten into his raven hair. His dark locks stuck together on the one side of his head.


    Alice failed to hold in the ragged gasp that flew from her lips. God, even his shoes were covered! ¡°V-Vincent?¡±


    The brunette seemed to flinch at the sound of his name. Whether it was from his initial shock, or from the girl¡¯s horrified reaction was unknown.


    The blonde felt her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. His eyes lacked the usual warmth and light she¡¯d grown accustomed to. It was then that she noticed the hole torn into his shirt, revealing a large gash. She was at his side in seconds. ¡°Geez, Vincent, what on earth happened?!¡±


    The boy seemed to come back to himself after a moment, though his expression remained ever somber.


    Alice felt her heart squeeze painfully, her expression softening. At that moment, he looked not so very different from the haunted, little boy who¡¯d saved her life over a decade ago.


    His voice, when he did finally speak again, was hollow; raw. ¡°H-He stabbed me.¡±


    Sympathy furrowed the blonde¡¯s brows as she gently placed a hand on his shoulder.


    ¡°It was that guy from yesterday,¡± the boy continued. ¡°He-he started saying all these things, and then he attacked me. I¡­I had to¡­to¡­,¡± the rest of the teen¡¯s words died off as a choked sob stole his voice once more. His shoulders shook as he fell into her arms, burying his face into her soft, golden hair.


    Alice swallowed the lump forming in her throat. Her heart truly ached for the boy. She understood all too well. For not the first time, she found herself in disbelief as to the notion of him being the killer bio-weapon she¡¯d been assured he was. No. This trembling youth clinging to her was nothing more than a frightened teenager¡­just like her. ¡°You¡­ You didn¡¯t have a choice, then. You had to defend yourself,¡± she murmured soothingly, rubbing his back in slow, gentle circles.


    The boy merely hiccupped in response.


    Alice continued to hold him a while longer until his sobs and hiccups had ceased. Finally, she pulled back slightly to face him. ¡°Listen to me, Vincent. It¡¯s going to be okay. Let¡¯s, uh, not talk about it too much right now, okay? You¡¯re in shock.¡±


    The brunette sniffed but offered no argument as he averted his eyes. He shuddered to think what the girl must think of him now. At the time, his reaction had seemed the only logical response. Had there been another course of action he could have taken that he¡¯d overlooked?


    ¡°We need to get you cleaned up,¡± Alice continued, moving over to the bed. She plucked the pillowcase from the pillow and tossed it back onto the bed. ¡°Here. We¡¯ll use this for now.¡± Locating Kurt¡¯s hidden water bottles in the far corner, she dampened the cloth before returning to him. ¡°We¡¯ll get Matthew to bring a change of clothes, and I¡¯ll burn everything after lights out. I¡¯ll be out of commission until the tranquilizer wears off, so promise me you and Kurt won¡¯t kill each other?¡±


    Vincent couldn¡¯t help but smile at the girl¡¯s attempt at lifting his spirits. Now, more than ever, he was convinced she had to be one of those beings she¡¯d referred to once as angels in disguise.


    He nodded.


    The blonde giggled before setting to work.


    Vincent couldn¡¯t help the soft sigh he uttered, closing his eyes as she carefully wiped his face. His hair took considerably more care, but the girl finally succeeded in getting the raven locks unstuck from one another. ¡°Thank you,¡± he murmured, his eyes regaining some of their former warmth as he gazed contentedly at the blonde. It was then that he noticed the streaks of red in her golden hair. He frowned. ¡°Here.¡± Taking the damp pillowcase from her, he carefully applied a bit more water from the bottle at the girl¡¯s feet.


    Confusion morphed into realization in the girl¡¯s eyes as the boy took to cleaning the blood from her hair. She blinked, doing her best to ignore the tingling that began to run down her spine.


    ¡°There,¡± he declared finally, brushing his fingers through the, now clean, strands. Tucking a stray lock behind her ear, he allowed his palm to linger against her warm cheek. The teen swallowed, resisting the urge to brush the pad of his thumb against her fair skin. ¡°As lovely as ever.¡±


    Try as she may, the teen was unable to resist the blush that bled into her cheeks. Her heart missed a beat at his warm gaze. She resisted the scowl of annoyance at herself. She really needed to get a grip. ¡°Y-You, uh, should probably rest for now. In the morning, you can go to the infirmary and have that wound in your shoulder looked at.¡±


    For the briefest of moments, a look akin to disappointment darkened the boy¡¯s features before it was gone. ¡°Right.¡±


    Another awkward silence fell over the pair as the boy made his way over to the bed for yet another night of what he was sure would amount to fitful sleep.


    ****


    ¡°Were there any witnesses?¡±


    Hugh shook his head at the youth. ¡°I¡¯m afraid not, 010, Sir. You see, Ricardo wasn¡¯t exactly the model prisoner either. He did have a lot of enemies.¡±


    The brunette gave a sigh of frustration as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Vladsco hadn¡¯t even been gone a full day. Then again, it wasn¡¯t as if it totally mattered. The filth was nothing more than yet another face in the sea of endless fodder. It wasn¡¯t as if their lives held any true value. ¡°Did you do a headcount, then?¡± he inquired of the block leader.


    Hugh nodded. ¡°Yes, of course. It would seem that he and Vincent failed to sign in at shower time this afternoon.¡±


    A predatory smile erupted on the older teen¡¯s face. ¡°012, huh? Thank you, Hugh.¡± Turning to a pair of guards, he nodded. ¡°See to it that he gets an extra portion tonight. Get Jack down here and have him round up a few of his best guys. Looks like we may just have ourselves a trial.¡±


    The group of soldiers dispersed, leaving the young acting-warden and the prison medic alone with the deceased and what appeared to be his only mourner.


    ¡°012?¡± the young Latino inquired, his dark eyes narrowing. ¡°As in your brother, 012?¡±


    Cain nodded. ¡°The very same, I¡¯m afraid. Ah, well, at least you had some good times with your bro, huh? Always good to have that kind of¡­closure.¡±


    Esteban said nothing as he glanced at the bloodied sheet that concealed his deceased brother¡¯s body. Closure, huh? Oh, he¡¯d have his closure. The little bastard would surely pay!


    ****


    A loud banging noise drew the brunette from his slumber.


    ¡°Alright, ya bunch of pissants, rise and shine!¡±


    Discontented grumbling could be heard as the loud banging continued against the metal bars of the cells.


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    ¡°Alright, alright, quit your bellyaching!¡± another guard ordered when the complaints of the prisoners came to a dull roar. ¡°Due to the murder yesterday, there¡¯s gonna be an investigation. The acting-warden will be coming around to each of you before dismissal for work detail today.¡±


    Vincent turned his attention to the girl sitting next to him on the bed. They exchanged glances, grateful that her plan had gone off without a hitch the prior night. At least with the clean uniforms, they weren¡¯t blatantly obvious.


    ¡°Acting-warden? What do you make of that?¡± Kurt murmured, drawing the pair¡¯s attention as he moved over to join them.


    Alice shook her head. ¡°Got me. I would assume it means that Vladsco is detained with other things.¡±


    ¡°Like planning an attack on a secret base?¡± Vincent quipped, sending a glare in the older boy¡¯s direction.


    Alice sighed, shaking her head. ¡°Not helping.¡± Casting a somewhat sympathetic glance in her brother¡¯s direction, she nodded. ¡°But yes. That would seem most likely. No matter the case, though, it¡¯s for the best that we don¡¯t draw any unwanted attention. If Vladsco is occupied, this might be the best opportunity for us.¡±


    The boys nodded in agreement.


    Alice frowned, Cain¡¯s words from an earlier conversation replaying in her mind.


    I don¡¯t know if you¡¯ve noticed, but Vladsco¡¯s an old man. Who do you think is set to take his place once he¡¯s gone?


    The teen chewed her bottom lip. If her hunch was correct, the sooner they were able to escape the better.


    ¡°Well, well, well. It would seem you¡¯ve gotten yourself into quite a bit of trouble this time, little brother. And Daddy isn¡¯t here to save you this time.¡±


    All three teens turned their attention to the doorway of the cell at the arrival of their new visitor.


    Cain grinned at the sour expressions he received in response to the greeting. ¡°What? Surprised?¡± His smile only widened at the blonde¡¯s glare. ¡°I told you that it would be me calling the shots around here at the end of the day. Being a general¡¯s son does have its perks, you know.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s eyes narrowed. It wasn¡¯t the first time that the boy had implied the identity of his father. It¡¯s not true. It can¡¯t be.


    The older brunette scoffed. ¡°You still don¡¯t believe me, do you?¡±


    Vincent rolled his eyes. ¡°Well, you know, since you¡¯ve been so trustworthy¡­¡±


    Cain feigned offense. ¡°Hey, I¡¯ve told you nothing but the truth regarding that.¡± Noting the younger boy¡¯s, still skeptical, look, he continued. ¡°Ah, but I can¡¯t blame you for blocking it out of your memory. You were put through a lot more trials in the experiment than I was. Heh! Guess that¡¯s why you were the one they deemed a success.¡±


    Alice and Kurt exchanged an apprehensive glance.


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed. ¡°What are you talking about?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m talking about the whole reason for your insignificant existence, little bro: Being part of an experiment.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re a liar!¡± Vincent spat. No words could even hope to begin to describe how tired he was of this boy¡¯s repeated, and sometimes successful, attempts to rile him. That couldn¡¯t be true. There had to be more purpose to his life.


    ¡°Oh?¡± Cain returned, crossing his arms. ¡°Think about it, numb-nuts. Why do you think we have code numbers for names, then?¡±


    Once again, Vincent rolled his eyes. ¡°As odd as that is, it still doesn¡¯t prove why I should believe anything that you say.¡±


    Cain shrugged before gesturing to Alice. ¡°Why don¡¯t you ask blondie? She¡¯s the star of the show, after all.¡±


    It was a miracle that Vincent¡¯s jaw didn¡¯t drop to the floor as his head immediately swiveled in the girl¡¯s direction. He barely felt the impact with the hard floor as he sank to his knees. The look on her face as she refused to directly meet his gaze said it more clearly than words ever could: It was true. ¡°W-wh-why?¡±


    Cain shrugged again. ¡°Why else? For glory. Now, if you¡¯ll excuse me, I have to go PRETEND that I don¡¯t already know that my little brother is a bloodthirsty murderer.¡± With that, the teen took his leave, motioning for his guards to follow.


    It was a wonder that Vincent hadn¡¯t toppled over the next instant with as quickly as his mind had begun to race. Finally, his voice seemed to find him again as he sent an accusatory glare in the siblings¡¯ direction ¡°Y-you knew. Both of you knew, and you never told me?!¡±


    Kurt shrugged. ¡°Hey, I only knew about your lousy father.¡± Jabbing his thumb to his left, he gestured at his sister. ¡°As for the whole experiment crap, you¡¯ll have to talk to her. It¡¯s news to me, though I¡¯d say it explains a lot.¡±


    Ignoring her brother, Alice sighed as the burning, amber orbs fell onto her. This had certainly not been the manner in which she¡¯d planned on telling him. ¡°Look, Vincent, it isn¡¯t exactly as it appears-¡±


    ¡°It APPEARS that you deliberately kept information from me, Lieutenant,¡± the teen snapped.


    Pale lips tightened as the girl frowned. ¡°The timing wasn¡¯t appropriate, Vincent.¡±


    Amber orbs sharpened. ¡°Don¡¯t you mean, 012? You obviously don¡¯t trust me, right?¡± the brunette retorted, turning his back on the pair. He couldn¡¯t bare it. Weren¡¯t they supposed to be working together? Why had she kept this from him? Hadn¡¯t she trusted him?


    The teen hung his head. Unfortunately, it would seem that Kurt was right. It did explain a lot.


    Kurt scoffed. ¡°Since when was she the keeper of your memory?¡±


    Vincent¡¯s eyes narrowed as he opened his mouth to retort. Alice, however, was faster.


    ¡°No one asked you for your snide remarks.¡± Closing her eyes, she sighed again. ¡°Vincent, I didn¡¯t tell you, because it didn¡¯t have any impact on the situation at hand. Your family doesn¡¯t dictate who you are. At the end of the day, you¡¯re a prisoner¡­just like us.¡±


    As soon as the next words left his lips, Vincent regretted them. ¡°What would you know about what kind of person I am? You don¡¯t know me.¡±


    The girl flinched, though she could hardly blame the boy for being hurt. ¡°But I do know you,¡± she murmured.


    Kurt snorted. ¡°For maybe two months at most.¡±


    The blonde sent a glare in her brother¡¯s direction before continuing. She slowly approached the distressed teen, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. ¡°Vincent, despite what you may think now, I know you¡¯re a good person. You have such a gentle heart. You¡¯re trying so hard to do what you feel is right. I lo-er-ad-admire that about you.¡±


    Alice flushed. Dear God, what was she saying?! Now most definitely wasn¡¯t the time.


    Kurt¡¯s eyes narrowed, though he remained silent.


    Vincent slowly turned to face the girl. ¡°H-How do you¡­,¡± the teen trailed off.


    ¡°Because you saved my life,¡± the girl answered with a small smile.


    The brunette pursed his lips. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I-I don¡¯t know what you mean.¡±


    What was the girl talking about? All his attempts to assist her in escaping had failed. How could he have possibly been responsible for saving her life?


    Alice shook her head. ¡°You wouldn¡¯t remember. You were only a little boy at the time.¡±


    ¡°What are you talking about, Alice?¡± Kurt finally spoke up, raised brows twitching in his mounting agitation.


    The blonde sighed once more, making her way over to sit on the bed. ¡°I¡¯ve never told anyone this, but, when I was about six years old, I was kidnapped from my yard and brought here to Fort Brein. I didn¡¯t recognize it at first, since it was so long ago, and I¡¯m pretty sure I was in a different part of the prison.¡±


    Kurt frowned. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you ever tell me?¡±


    ¡°Probably because I was only a child at the time, and I didn¡¯t really understand what was happening. For a while, it was as if it was all some wild fever dream,¡± Alice replied, shaking her head. ¡°It wasn¡¯t until we got here, specifically my little chat with Vladsco, that I finally connected the dots. Of course, it would only make sense.¡±


    Vincent, eyes wide in shock and wonderment, finally found his voice again. ¡°W-Why?¡±


    Alice shrugged. ¡°Because he¡¯s the one who kidnapped me. I knew it the first time I ever heard him speak. Can¡¯t ever forget that voice.¡±


    Kurt¡¯s dark eyebrows furrowed as he leaned back against the wall, folding his arms. ¡°So, is that how you got the virus, then?¡± he questioned, obviously beginning to put the pieces together.


    The blonde nodded. ¡°Afraid so.¡±


    ¡°Well, if you¡¯ve been here before, then how did you escape?¡± Kurt prodded.


    Alice offered a small smile in Vincent¡¯s direction as he slowly approached. ¡°That would be where Vincent, here, came in. Of course, I never knew his name back then.¡±


    Vincent felt his heart hammer in his chest. She knew him? Why hadn¡¯t she stated so earlier? Is that why she¡¯d saved him?


    As if reading the boy¡¯s thoughts, the blonde continued. ¡°I didn¡¯t recognize him, since he¡¯s grown so much.¡± She looked away. ¡°Well, that and I hit my head pretty hard shortly after he got me out, so some of the details are still a little fuzzy.¡±


    To say Vincent was somewhat elated would be an understatement. They had met before? Not only that, but he was directly responsible for her escape from this godforsaken place? If he¡¯d done it once, he could surely do it again! Of course, in order to do that, he would have to remember. He would be lying if he were to say that he couldn¡¯t feel the headache already beginning to form.


    ¡°So you mean to tell me that you expect me to believe that, not only had you two met before out of some ironic twist of convenience, but he manages to get amnesia and miraculously find his way to you again?¡± Kurt drawled with a roll of his eyes. Honestly! Surely the girl realized how farfetched of a claim her tale was.


    Alice scowled. ¡°Oh, no, Kurt. I wouldn¡¯t dream of asking you to believe in anything, given your track record.¡±


    The brunette pursed his lips.


    ****


    Shan Kobayashi whistled a nameless tune as he swung his cleaver. He had seemed to have lucked out today with being assigned to the kitchen. It was fairly easy work, and he would definitely take cooking over smashing rocks any day.


    The door to the kitchen suddenly burst open, bringing a sour frown to the young man¡¯s lips. The sour expression only seemed to grow as he turned around to see his Latino visitor enter the room.


    ¡°What are you doing here, Esteban? I thought they gave you the day?¡±


    The brunette in question frowned, his eyes remaining a steely mask. ¡°I want revenge on the sorry sack of shit that killed my brother.¡±


    Shan paused, his dark eyes narrowing as he turned. ¡°I don¡¯t see what that has to do with me. You know, maybe, if your brother had listened to me, he might still be alive. He was so busy with his dick-measuring contest that he got his dumbass killed.¡±


    Esteban¡¯s fist clenched, jaw quivering. ¡°He was my brother.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, and?¡± Shan returned, quirking a brow. ¡°Look, you don¡¯t even know for sure who did it.¡±


    ¡°I do so, dickhead!¡± Esteban angrily spat. ¡°He¡¯s the only one besides my brother that never signed in for shower time!¡±


    Shan, seemingly unperturbed by the younger man¡¯s outburst, folded his arms. ¡°I still fail to see where this involves me.¡±


    ¡°He¡¯s wrecking our business, now he¡¯s killed my brother. He¡¯s become too much of a thorn in the side to leave him be. What are you going to do about it?¡±


    Shan shrugged. ¡°Well, I ain¡¯t the one promising goods I don¡¯t have. That¡¯s your problem. You never sell when you can¡¯t guarantee a supply.¡±


    The Latino¡¯s dark eyes narrowed. So that¡¯s the game he chose to play, huh? ¡°Oh? Well, how about I make it your problem, then? You see, me and Ricardo were only the middlemen. Don¡¯t you think the higher-ups would like to know the mastermind behind our little organization? I want 012 dead.¡±


    A black eyebrow ticked upward. 012? Recovering from his momentary surprise, Shan quirked a grin. ¡°You wouldn¡¯t be threatening me?¡±


    Feeling quite confident that he had the upper hand in the situation, Esteban folded his arms. ¡°I¡¯m only saying that I believe that they¡¯d be awful interested to know just who¡¯s responsible for starting the black market around here.¡±


    Shan¡¯s thin lips tightened, his grip tightening on the cleaver he still held. What a delicious opportunity the fool had presented him with. ¡°You know, you and you brother always had the same problem: Neither one of you ever could figure out when to keep your mouths shut.¡±


    Esteban blinked in confusion, eyebrows furrowing. He opened his mouth, only to snap it closed a moment later as he felt cold steel against the tender flesh of his throat. His eyes widened as Shan now stood behind him, arm wrapped securely around his shoulders as he pressed the cleaver to his would-be victim¡¯s throat. ¡°Wh-wh-,¡± he rasped in shock, the gravity of his miscalculation rapidly setting in.


    ¡°You made a grave mistake overplaying your hand,¡± Shan snarled in his ear. A sadistic smile played across his lips as his victim struggled within his grip. ¡°By the way, dipshit, the higher ups aren¡¯t even here.¡± He paused. ¡°Now, you do me a favor and tell that bastard brother of yours I said hi.¡±


    With that, Shan gave a quick twist of his wrist, bringing his blade across the thin skin of the Latino¡¯s throat. He paid little mind to the gurgling as the inmate fell to the floor, blood streaming from the fresh slice in his neck.


    Using the leg of his pants to wipe the fresh blood from his weapon, Shan smiled as his eyes then fell upon the freezer. One more for the pot.


    The inmate felt nothing as he dragged the lifeless body across the floor, leaving a morbid, crimson trail along the way.


    He smiled. After all, weren¡¯t they all just meat at the end of the day?


    ¡°I wasn¡¯t pulling your leg either,¡± Shan murmured as he opened the door to the freezer to reveal that a new body had already taken the place of the previous one. One that he was sure would send the Latino into a rage if he were still alive and conscious. ¡°I really meant what I said when I told you to say hi for me.¡±


    Chucking the body in to join that of his brother¡¯s, Shan shut the door with a sigh. Now to deal with the one responsible for ruining his life.


    ****


    Alice paused in her sweeping duties to observe the shirtless brunette a few yards away as he continued his task of nailing two-by-fours together to construct a doorway.


    The blonde frowned. He¡¯d been somewhat distant with her since morning. Her frown deepened. She hadn¡¯t meant to hurt him. Pinching the bridge of her nose, the irony almost made her laugh. After all, her reasoning behind not telling him earlier was to avoid this precise conflict.


    Sighing, the girl shook her head. Perhaps it was for the best. After all, she was beginning to grow somewhat uncomfortable with all the feelings he was awakening within her. These weren¡¯t new feelings. She¡¯d traversed this road before¡­and paid dearly for it. Of course, a part of her knew the comparison was unfair.


    The teen was brought out of her thoughts as the shrill whistle sounded, signaling the end of the workday.


    The room gradually began to empty out as prisoners made their way to the shower area, chattering quietly amongst themselves.


    Alice couldn¡¯t help the small smile that graced her lips, catching sight of the amber eyes that drifted in her direction as Vincent stopped near the doorway to wait for her. Perhaps all wasn¡¯t lost, after all.


    Upon reaching the shower area, the blonde hurried over to one of the spaces on the far-back wall. Turning on the faucet, she gave a contented sigh as she felt the hot water pour down her back, seemingly in an attempt to wash away the stress of the day. Given their situation, the girl was happy to accept any reprieve she could get.


    Vincent couldn¡¯t help but smile. At least she was safe. He allowed his eyes to drift down to her legs. The bruising was beginning to fade, which was more than he could say for the punctures in her neck. She still looked as though she¡¯d been attacked by some rogue vampire. He frowned as he turned on his own water faucet. Perhaps he¡¯d been too harsh with her. After all, she¡¯d done what she had out of care. Maybe even¡­more.


    The teen closed his eyes. Was he wrong for hoping for more? A sigh left his lips. Maybe he was. Even taking into account the past that they allegedly shared, he was still only her cadet. He pinched the bridge of his nose and swallowed the snort of frustration that bubbled up in his throat. Truthfully, he was at a loss as to how to feel anymore.


    The rest of shower time passed by without incident, not much beyond idle chatter between the inmates. Perhaps most of them were simply worn down from the daily manual labor.


    Alice failed to suppress a small yawn as the relaxing time came to an end, and inmates began making their way out of the room. She glanced to her right out of the corner of her eye, suddenly self-conscious of the warm, amber gaze aimed in her direction. At least he wasn¡¯t ignoring her. She glanced down to her feet, her pale toes curling in frustration.


    Speak, for crying out loud!


    The blonde opened and closed her mouth several times in an attempt, only to sigh when words ceased to come.


    ¡°Shall we, then?¡± the brunette¡¯s gentle voice urged when she failed to move.


    Alice quickly nodded, leading the way toward the door. She¡¯d made it around three steps from the doorway before pausing, turning to face the boy. ¡°Hey, Vincent?¡±


    Amber eyes immediately locked onto hers. ¡°Yes?¡±


    The teen froze, heart skipping a beat in her rapture. Those eyes¡­ The blonde opened her mouth to reply, only to whirl around a moment later at the sound of the door behind her opening.


    Sapphire eyes narrowed in scrutiny. She recognized the young man in the doorway. Wasn¡¯t he the one Hugh had pointed out as Shan?


    The brunette only regarded the girl for a moment before setting his sights on the amber-eyed boy behind her. He snorted, shaking his head seemingly in disgust. ¡°Well, if it isn¡¯t 012. The prodigal son finally returns. I almost didn¡¯t recognize you not covered in blood.¡±


    Both Alice and Vincent regarded their sudden host warily, the fact that they had been separated from the rest of the group not being lost on them.


    Vincent¡¯s eyes narrowed. He didn¡¯t like it. Alice was directly between the two of them. If this exchange went sour, which he suspected it already was, she could end up getting hurt. It appeared as though the same thought had occurred to her as well as she glanced between them.


    ¡°You¡¯re mistaken,¡± Alice shot finally, her gaze hard as she folded her arms. ¡°He goes by Vincent.¡±


    Shan snorted again, taking another step toward the pair. ¡°I don¡¯t give a shit what he ¡®goes by¡¯.¡±


    Vincent stepped forward, gently placing a hand on the girl¡¯s shoulder before nudging her behind him. ¡°What exactly is it that you¡¯re wanting from me?¡±


    Shan¡¯s eyes momentarily widened. He smiled as he strode forward, coming to a stop just a few steps away from the pair. He paused, his grin only growing. ¡°So it does speak, after all?¡±


    Alice¡¯s eyes darted to the doorway. Where were the guards?


    As if sensing the girl¡¯s thoughts, Vincent took another step forward, placing himself fully between her and their new adversary. ¡°You didn¡¯t answer me. What do you want?¡±


    ¡°For an experiment, you sure do ask a lot of questions.¡±


    Alice and Vincent exchanged a quick glance. How did he know about the experiment? Wasn¡¯t that kept secret?


    ¡°How do you know about the experiment?¡± Vincent demanded.


    Shan rolled his eyes. ¡°You know, you¡¯d think that you would at least remember the ones whose lives you ruined.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed. ¡°What are you talking about?¡±


    The inmate shook his head, reaching into the pocket of his union suit. ¡°Haven¡¯t figured it out? I¡¯m 011, dickhead. You know, I used to be the pride of Project Genesis¡­until you came along. Suddenly, I wasn¡¯t so important anymore.¡±


    Alice¡¯s eyes widened, catching sight of the cleaver he retrieved from his suit. The silver blade, speckled red, seemed to glint in the light. This was bad. Disastrous even. If he was part of the Genesis Project too, there was no telling what he was capable of. If they failed to overpower him in time¡­ Once again, her eyes darted to the doorway. Where the hell were the guards?!


    As if reading her thoughts, Shan chuckled. ¡°The guards aren¡¯t coming. Kinda hard to move around with your throat slit,¡± he quipped, bringing the blade up to slice the air in front of his neck.


    Sapphire eyes hardened as Alice glanced down to her ankle out of the corner of her eye. She would have to risk it. They bore no weapons, otherwise. Vincent was also still unable to utilize his own powers.


    Before either of the teens had a chance to react, Shan charged for his foe.


    Vincent sucked in a gasp as his arms shot out in front of him on instinct, struggling with his attacker¡¯s added weight. He yelped as Shan gave a particularly hard shove, wrenching his wrist free from the teen¡¯s grasp. Amber eyes widened as Vincent quickly jerked his head back, the tip of the weapon¡¯s blade missing his throat by mere inches as it caught the edge of his jaw instead.


    The brunette cried out as blood streamed down his neck, staining it scarlet.


    ¡°Vincent, get down!¡±


    At the blonde¡¯s shout, Vincent hit the floor, holding onto Shan¡¯s ankles to keep him still, as a ball of fire sped by.


    Shan howled in agony as the flame hit its intended target. His hand gripping the knife shook as he struggled to maintain his hold. Shaking off the blaze and ignoring the pain of what had to be a second-degree burn, he delivered a hard kick to Vincent¡¯s shoulder with a heavy boot.


    The teen yelped again, releasing his grip as he rolled away.


    Satisfied that the boy was sufficiently incapacitated, Shan turned all his attention to the blonde. She dodged his first blow, causing him to roar in anger as he kicked his leg out, sending her tumbling through the doorway and into a wall of lockers.


    Alice hissed at the pain as her head struck the metal doors, the towel covering her loosening around her chest. Regaining her bearings, the blonde reached for the handle of one of the lockers. As her attacker bore down on her, she swung the door open, catching him in the nose.


    Shan let out a pitiful howl of pain as he backed up a step, cupping his free hand over his, now bleeding, nose.


    Vincent struggled to his feet, holding his injured shoulder. The teen ground his teeth. He knew it was dislocated. His eyes quickly scanned the room, disappointed to find nothing resembling any sort of weapon. A dark smile graced his features as he caught sight of a stack of towels near the doorway.


    The momentary respite was all Alice needed to get back to her feet.


    Shan recovered somewhat. Giving a feral growl more akin to the likes of a wild beast, he rushed the girl again.


    Thinking quickly, Alice removed the loosened towel from around herself as her adversary thrust his knife forward.


    Shan¡¯s eyes widened as the girl caught the cleaver within the towel now wrapped around her hands.


    Vincent wasted no time in taking advantage of his opportunity. Grabbing one of the towels from the pile, he launched himself onto Shan¡¯s back. Quickly wrapping the towel around his foe¡¯s head to blind him, the teen used his weight to bring him to the floor.


    Shan gave a growl of obvious frustration as he moved to rip the towel from his head.


    Knife in hand, Alice made for the door that led out into the hallway with Vincent hot on her heels. The pair had nearly made it when they froze in their tracks. A loud hissing could be heard as the room began to fill with thick steam.


    The blonde¡¯s eyes widened. A water user¡­


    ¡°Hey, what¡¯s going on in here?¡± a voice inquired from the doorway as an inmate with shaggy, brown hair stumbled upon the scene, momentarily distracting the teens.


    As the steam grew thicker, the three strained to see. Finally, the outline of a man stared back through the foggy mist.


    ¡°The hell?¡±


    Paying little mind to their new companion¡¯s murmured obscenity, Alice grasped the man¡¯s suit and shoved him forward. He yelped as he collided with the water user.


    Shan growled, shoving the man off himself and into the nearby wall.


    The poor, foolish inmate yelped as he struck his head.


    It was then that the group seemed to take notice of the blaring siren echoing through the halls outside.


    ¡°It¡¯s over! You know they¡¯re coming for you!¡± Alice shouted through the mist above the din, only to yelp a moment later as a shard of ice sped by her head.


    Vincent, however, was not lucky enough to dodge. A pained scream was torn from his lips as a large ice shard impaled his already injured shoulder. He ground his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as he dropped to his knees. He began to shiver, his eyes opening wide as he realized the chill was now moving to his lungs. He desperately grabbed at the shard embedded in his shoulder.


    Alice¡¯s eyes narrowed as she focused her vision. She drew in a deep breath as she felt heat travel up her spine and into her hand. With a cry, she thrust her arm out and unleashed the fireball she¡¯d conjured toward Shan¡¯s feet.


    Shan howled as he backed up a step, losing his balance as he tripped over the unconscious body of the brunette inmate. Hitting his head against the wall, he let out a final grumble as he felt the tranquilizer begin to kick in, his consciousness fading.


    Taking a moment to catch her breath, Alice wrapped herself back up in her towel before turning her attention to her fallen companion. Rushing to his side, she dropped to her knees next to him. ¡°Are you alright, Vincent? Can you stand?¡±


    The brunette drew in a shuddering breath as the girl gingerly brushed his shoulder. At least he could properly breath again. A sharp hiss left his lips as she grasped the shard of ice barely sticking out of his skin. A moment later, he gasped as an intense heat enveloped his senses. He closed his eyes. Under normal circumstances, he supposed he may have melted from the sheer euphoria.


    ¡°Hang in there, okay? I¡¯ll be right back with another towel.¡± The girl whispered, gently ruffling his disheveled hair.


    Vincent nodded.


    Alice returned a moment later with a clean towel she¡¯d collected from the pile near the door. Using the corner of the cloth, she carefully wiped the blood from the boy¡¯s neck before winding it around his shoulder.


    Vincent winced as she pulled it tight before tying it off. ¡°Ugh¡­¡±


    ¡°Sorry, but it has to be tight. You¡¯re losing an awful lot of blood,¡± the blonde apologized, brushing a hand through his hair once more before pulling him over to lean against a wall.


    The boy almost laughed. Perhaps that¡¯s why he was so lightheaded? And here he¡¯d considered that it was the girl¡¯s heated touch that brought the shivers down his spine. Finally opening his eyes, he fixed the girl with a warm gaze. ¡°Thank you,¡± he murmured, ¡°For everything. I-I¡¯m so sor-¡±


    The girl shook her head, pressing a slender finger to lips to silence him. ¡°Shh. You shouldn¡¯t talk so much right now.¡±


    Vincent gently reached up to clasp a pale hand within his own. There was so much he wanted to say to her. Before he could voice any sort of response, guards quickly filled the room, no doubt responding to the calamity. A sigh left the teen¡¯s lips as he noticed Jack among them. A friendly face¡­ He leaned his head back against the wall as his eyes closed once more. The girl would at least be safe now. Unable to hold on any longer, he allowed the blackness to engulf him.


    ****


    Alice chewed her bottom lip as she continued to pace within her cell. So far, no word had been sent from the infirmary on Vincent¡¯s condition. Having nothing more than a bump on the head, she had been taken back to her cell instead of being allowed to remain with him. That had to have been nearly five hours ago. So far, the only thing she did know for sure was that two guards were dead, as well as four inmates that had tried to escape during the commotion. A trial was set to be held the following week.


    The girl¡¯s brows furrowed. With the connections Shan had built with some of the higher-ranking guards, she wasn¡¯t so sure anything would come of it. Of course, there was also the fact that, despite her protests, Shan and Vincent had been taken to the medical wing together. What if Shan woke up BEFORE Vincent?


    Alice felt her heart sink to her stomach. There was no doubt about it: Vincent was in danger.


    ¡°For crying out loud, Alice, stop pacing! You¡¯re making me dizzy just watching you,¡± Kurt barked, finally snapping the girl out of her thoughts.


    ¡°I don¡¯t like it, Kurt. Shan will be waking up soon.¡±


    ¡°And I¡¯m sure they¡¯re monitoring them,¡± Kurt returned, making his way over to place a comforting hand on his sister¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Look, they know Shan¡¯s dangerous now, right? He killed two guards and attacked you guys. Connections or not, they aren¡¯t just gonna let that slide.¡±


    Alice shook her head. ¡°They already pushed back the trial for a week. With Cain being the judge, you¡¯ll have to forgive me for being skeptical.¡±


    Kurt frowned. The girl had a point. It was no secret by now that Cain hated Vincent. Would he sway the trial just to get rid of him? ¡°So what are you planning to do?¡±


    The blonde shook her head again. ¡°Better off if you don¡¯t know. Just go to sleep for now. I¡¯ll keep watch.¡±


    Kurt pursed his lips. ¡°Alice, you can¡¯t afford more trouble. If you¡¯re planning something reckless-¡±


    ¡°Go to sleep, Kurt,¡± Alice urged. Unbeknownst to the boy, her mind was already made up. She had no choice. Eliminating the threat was her only option.


    Biting his lip, Kurt did as he was bid and made his way over to the bed. It was against his better judgment, but he would trust his sister. After all, of all their officers, Alice had one of the highest rates of bringing her men home alive. ¡°Just¡­please don¡¯t do anything reckless, okay?¡±


    ****


    A pained groan left the brunette¡¯s lips as amber eyes fluttered open. Dark. Everything was bathed in the low light from a lamp on a desk in the corner of the room. Desk? Glancing to his left, his dark eyebrows furrowed at the lack of prison cells. Where am I?


    Attempting to sit up, Vincent bit back the howl of agony. ¡°A-Ah!¡± Gritting his teeth, he glanced down to see both of his shoulders carefully wound up in medical tape. Right. I must have passed out.


    Glancing to his right only confirmed his suspicions as he caught sight of the slumbering individual in the bed across from him.


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed. Why was HE here?


    ¡°Ah, welcome back,¡± a voice uttered softly, drawing the teen¡¯s attention toward the door.


    Vincent managed a faint smile. The doctor was at least a friendly face. ¡°Hello, Harold. How long have I been out?¡±


    The physician sighed, shaking his head. ¡°Quite some time, I¡¯m afraid.¡± He gestured to the other bed. ¡°That brute sure did a number on ya.¡±


    A sour frown darkened the boy¡¯s features. ¡°Yeah, well, why¡¯s he in here?¡±


    Harold shook his head, folding his large arms. ¡°Because I¡¯m a doctor, and I¡¯m sworn to aid ALL those who need me, good or bad.¡± He quirked a grin. ¡°Or maybe it¡¯s cause they didn¡¯t give me a choice.¡±


    The teen failed to find any such amusement in the prison doctor¡¯s words. He pursed his lips. ¡°Well, fine, then. I¡¯ll be going back to my cell,¡± he said as he started to get up.


    Harold¡¯s eyes widened before he placed his palm upon the boy¡¯s chest. He pushed down on him, preventing his ascent. ¡°You¡¯ll do no such thing! You¡¯re too injured to be moving about.¡±


    Vincent rolled his eyes. ¡°I believe I¡¯ll take my chances. Forgive me for not feeling comfortable enough to sleep across from the guy that tried to kill me.¡±


    The physician waved a hand in a passive gesture, attempting to calm the boy. ¡°Look, he¡¯s chained to that bed, alright? He can¡¯t hurt you anymore. The tranquilizer in his tracker has also been refilled. He¡¯s no longer a threat.¡±


    Vincent bit back the retort that desperately wished to leave his lips. Something along the lines of how a by-stander such as him couldn¡¯t possibly understand. However, the teen thought better of it, deciding to merely huff his irritation instead.


    Harold sighed, shaking his head again. ¡°Well, I gotta do a supply run. I¡¯ll be back to check on ya in no time. I¡¯ll bring you some painkillers.¡±


    Vincent said nothing as he watched him go, his eyes solely trained on the individual now sitting up in the bed across from him.


    ****


    Alice was silent as she crept down the hall, the sound of her shallow breathing almost deafening to her hypersensitive ears. Thankfully, Matthew had come through for her. She wasn¡¯t certain just how the child had managed to steal the key to her cell, but she supposed it was better left a mystery for the time being. At the moment, the sole task at hand was to eliminate the immediate threat to Vincent¡¯s life.


    Though she would prefer they made their escape tonight, the blonde knew that there was no way Vincent would be in any condition to make it very far. At least she now had a decent idea of the layout of the land. If she had been brought here as a child, that would mean Segan lied directly due north. Sardona would then be northwest. From there, it would then be around another forty miles north to the port-town of Fayette.


    The teen pulled at the dark hood that Matthew had given her as she slipped down the hall, dancing through the rising shadows as they crept across the cold floor.


    A faint whistling drew the teen¡¯s attention as she rounded the next corner. Pressing herself against the wall, she peered around.


    Shit¡­


    Harold whistled a nameless tune as he rummaged through the medicine closet for the supplies needed to treat his two patients. Removing a large, glass jar that was sitting precariously close to the edge of the shelf, he set it on the floor next to his feet before going back to his task at hand.


    Alice bit her lip as she cautiously approached her new target. Nothing personal, she mused, retrieving the discarded jar. Lifting it as high as she could, she brought it down on her unsuspecting victim¡¯s head.


    Harold let out a faint gasp as he fell to the ground.


    Alice let out the breath she¡¯d been holding as she set the unbroken jar back down next to the doctor before continuing on her way.


    ****


    ¡°So, you want the good news or the bad news?¡± Shan spoke, his voice an eerie rasp as he glared at the teen across from him. When the boy failed to answer, he continued anyway. ¡°I¡¯m just screwing with you. It¡¯s all bad news for you.¡± He smiled wickedly, a flash of white against the low light. ¡°First, I¡¯m gonna freeze these chains and break them like crackers, then, I¡¯m gonna finish what we started.¡± He paused, raising his bandaged arm. ¡°After that, I¡¯m gonna find the girl. I definitely owe her.¡±


    Vincent felt his blood boil as his eyes narrowed. This guy apparently didn¡¯t know when to quit. Before he could voice anything resembling a retort, the sound of the door opening drew the pair¡¯s attention.


    For a moment, neither of the water users said anything as a figure dressed in a dark hood appeared in the doorway.


    Vincent swallowed. Perhaps it was the fatigue, but the teen couldn¡¯t help but shiver as the specter moved across the room. He blinked. Was he dreaming?


    The figure stopped as it passed by the desk, retrieving a surgical blade that had apparently been left behind. Weapon in hand, the figure then continued to their destination.


    Shan¡¯s brows furrowed as the figure stopped at his right side. ¡°Who the fu-¡±


    The rest of the inmate¡¯s words died off into a gurgling rasp as the figure suddenly gave a flick of its small wrist, bringing the blade across his throat. Flesh split like it were wet paper. Blood poured from the open wound and streamed down the prisoner¡¯s shoulders. His eyes remained open in a ghastly stare as life left him.


    ¡°You talk too much,¡± the figure murmured, lowering the hood.


    Vincent gasped at what he saw. A brilliant flash of dazzling gold met his vision. ¡°A-Alice?¡±


    ¡°You look pale, Vincent. You should really go back to sleep,¡± the blonde spoke as she made her way back over to the desk. Carefully cleaning the blade, she placed it back where she¡¯d found it before turning back to the boy. ¡°No, you¡¯re not dreaming,¡± she murmured. ¡°Although, it would probably be best if you were.¡±


    Vincent gaped at the girl as if she¡¯d suddenly grown a second head. What on earth?!


    Sighing at his horrified expression, the girl shook her head. ¡°Vincent, you need to understand this now: I¡¯m no angel. I¡¯ve had to do things that I¡¯m not proud of.¡± Pausing, she gestured to Shan¡¯s lifeless body. ¡°That, for example. You once asked me why I was on The Order¡¯s Most Wanted list. Let¡¯s just say that several of their top officers and I had the same disagreement that loudmouth over there had: They wanted to live¡­I disagreed.¡±


    Vincent opened and closed his mouth several times in an attempt to formulate anything resembling a coherent statement. However, his fatigue, blood loss, and shock all made the task an impossibility.


    Alice looked away. She had obviously shocked the poor boy enough for one night, and she was running out of time. ¡°You really should get some sleep, Vincent. You need rest to recover from those wounds. Also¡­I was never here.¡±


    The boy snapped his mouth shut at the penetrating look she gave him before making her way to the door.


    ¡°And Vincent,¡± The blonde added as she paused at the doorway, pulling her hood back up. ¡°I meant what I said before. You really are a good person. You may not remember your past but treat that as a blessing. You¡¯re free now to make your own way forward.¡±


    Vincent froze. If he¡¯d thought he was at a loss for words before, it was nothing compared to now. The girl¡¯s bright, sapphire eyes lingered on him for a moment more before she was gone, disappearing back into the darkness. The boy was left to contemplate if what he¡¯d seen was reality, or nothing more than some twisted fever dream.


    ****


    Alice drank down her water bottle in silence as she watched her two companions finish their bowls of stew. She had elected to forgo her dinner that night. Since her earlier incident that had landed her in the infirmary, she hadn¡¯t been able to bring herself to trust that particular dish again. Matthew would likely be bringing some form of alternative from the kitchen later in the night anyway.


    The blonde¡¯s eyes lingered on the amber-eyed boy that had situated himself in the corner. After four days in the infirmary, he still seemed to be in so much pain. Since his release earlier that afternoon, he¡¯d also been fairly quiet. Then again, she supposed he was still in the process of taking everything in.


    The investigation into Shan¡¯s death was loose at best. It hadn¡¯t taken much to clear Vincent of the affair. After all, he¡¯d been chained to the bed across the room from the victim.


    Kurt hadn¡¯t said much on the matter at all, instead preferring to change the subject altogether. Alice couldn¡¯t blame him. After all, murder was a difficult subject to traverse.


    ¡°I, uh, think I¡¯m gonna turn in, if that¡¯s alright.¡±


    Alice nodded to her brother in acknowledgment. ¡°Sleep well,¡± she murmured, receiving a hum from the brunette in response.


    Vincent failed to respond, remaining silent as his eyes continued to bore into his bowl as if he were attempting to melt it with some unseen force he¡¯d discovered.


    Once her brother had settled himself in his usual corner of the cell, the blonde sighed as she moved over to sit down on the bed. For a moment, she simply observed the amber-eyed teen. Biting her lip, the girl grabbed the blanket from the bed before slowly making her way over to the boy.


    Vincent finally looked up at the blonde¡¯s approach, feeling his heart skip a beat in spite of himself. The low light filtering in through the high window cast the girl in an almost other worldly glow. He swallowed, feeling his breath catch as she met his gaze. Such a deep, brilliant blue. The teen was convinced that, even if he were to glance through a hundred shades of blue found on the planet, he would fail to find one that shone quite as brightly. His cheeks warmed as he cleared his throat. ¡°E-evening, Lieutenant.¡±


    The edges of the blonde¡¯s mouth twitched downward. For some reason unbeknownst to her, the utterance of formality struck her heart. ¡°Alice,¡± she murmured, tucking a strand of her golden hair behind her ear.


    Vincent felt his blush deepen as the girl huffed out a breath before lowering herself to the floor beside him. Being mindful of his injuries, she wrapped the blanket she held around them both.


    ¡°You aren¡¯t sleeping on this cold, hard floor alone.¡±


    Though Vincent wanted to protest her leaving the only bed just to join him, he couldn¡¯t bring himself to utter a single word as the girl¡¯s warmth seemed to wrap around him much like the blanket she had bundled them up in.


    For a moment, words were unnecessary. The pair seemed content to simply enjoy one another¡¯s silent company and nearness. Shy glimpses turned into lingering stares as sapphire and amber regarded one another. After a few accidental brushes, the couple¡¯s hands found one another beneath the blanket.


    Once again, Alice felt the familiar heat creep up her spine. Biting her lip, she looked away. She had to be out of her mind. She couldn¡¯t possibly be¡­ Her heart thumped wildly in her chest.


    Vincent felt his hand tremble as he timidly intertwined their fingers. ¡°I, uh, I believe I owe you an apology.¡±


    Alice shook her head. ¡°No. I had no business overwhelming you like that.¡±


    Vincent looked away for a moment. ¡°No. You didn¡¯t have a choice.¡± He sighed. ¡°Maybe, if I could actually use my powers¡­¡±


    ¡°You can¡¯t help that, Vincent,¡± Alice returned, giving the boy¡¯s hand a small, comforting squeeze.


    Vincent swallowed, steeling his resolve as he chose his next words carefully. ¡°W-well, at the very least, I owe you a debt of gratitude.¡±


    Alice felt her cheeks burn hot as he leaned toward her then, his warm breath teasing her cheek. She wasn¡¯t certain just what compelled her to tilt her head when she did, but she couldn¡¯t deny the warm tingle that overtook her senses as their lips met instead.


    Whatever Vincent had imagined when he¡¯d initiated the contact, it certainly wasn¡¯t the warm electricity that ricocheted down his spine. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if the girl had managed to master that element as well. His stomach flipped, causing the teen to tremble as his free hand went up to gently weave through her silken hair. The faintest whisper of a moan left his lips.


    Alice shuddered as she sucked in a gasp, her heart racing in her chest. What on earth was she doing?! Seeming to come back to herself, the girl slowly drew away. She flushed, giving a shy smile at the boy¡¯s raptured stare.


    Vincent blinked, feeling lightheaded as he opened and closed his mouth several times in a futile attempt to speak. When no words would come, he swallowed the shy giggle that bubbled up in his throat. Once again, he found himself gazing in awe at the blinding beauty in front of him. One thing was now abundantly clear: Angel or no angel, he was falling desperately in love with her.

 Chapter 20: Hell Hath No Fury

    Chapter 20: Hell Hath No Fury


    The brunette held in the shriek of terror that threatened to burst from her lips as their driver attempted to steer their vehicle through the disgruntled, shouting crowd. It was a battle that was ultimately lost as the riled mob outside began pelting the windows with various objects.


    A scream was torn from the older woman next to her as a hatchet splintered the windshield, forcing the chauffeur to jerk the wheel out of reflex.


    This time, the young brunette joined her mother in the scream as the vehicle began to spin before colliding with an electrical pole. For a moment, time seemed paralyzed as parent and child held desperately onto one another.


    The sound of glass shattering brought Charlotte Munchausen crashing back to reality long before the car was rolled.


    Angry shouting and gunfire pierced the air as the driver¡¯s door was pulled open, the chauffeur being ripped from the vehicle.


    Charlotte grit her teeth as she pressed a hand to her forehead, forcing herself upright. Her mother was slumped over in the seat next to her, unconscious. Concluding that they must have cracked their heads together during the car¡¯s impact with the pole, the young woman quickly pulled herself over her mother and to the left side of the vehicle. Upon pushing on the door, the brunette winced. It was stuck tight, no doubt damaged from the crash. Drawing back her leg, she delivered a hard kick.


    Upon forcing the door open, the young brunette attempted to pull her mother from the vehicle. She nearly jumped out of her skin in fright as a heavy hand landed on her shoulder. Whirling around, she intended to strike her would-be attacker.


    Leon held his hands up in a non-threatening gesture as he peered into the brunette¡¯s wide, emerald eyes. ¡°Come on, Your Grace, we need to be on the move.¡±


    The sound of more gunfire drew the young woman¡¯s attention once more as Leon lifted her mother onto his shoulder.


    ¡°What are you waiting for? Move, girl!¡± another Holy Council member shouted as he struck one of the attackers with the butt of his rifle.


    Suddenly jolted into motion, Charlotte bolted, hurriedly ducking into a nearby alleyway with Leon following behind. Swallowing the lump forming in her burning throat, the girl flung herself against the wall.


    Taking a chance, Leon gently placed the unconscious Carol on the ground next to her daughter before peering around the corner.


    The young man winced as a bullet grazed by his ear, producing a harsh ringing sound. Though he struggled to hear, his eyes took notice of the responsible party. A burly man in black slacks aimed a revolver in his direction. Leon returned the courtesy, taking aim at the man. No sooner had he squeezed the trigger, the bullet splintered the forehead of the gunslinger, sending him careening against the side of a parked vehicle. The man¡¯s gun discharged into the pavement before he collapsed, face down, onto the street.


    ¡°M-my God!¡± Charlotte shouted in appalment.


    Leon turned towards her with the intention of quelling the hysterics. Words failed him. A fiery specter sped towards them in the alleyway. Even with his hearing impeded, the roar of the engine registered loud and clear as a vehicle set ablaze drove towards them.


    With only seconds to act, he snatched the young woman by her blouse and shoved her out of the alley before the impact. Leon didn¡¯t see where she landed. The last sight he ever saw was the front of the burning car before it struck him along with a parked vehicle by the sidewalk.


    Charlotte cried as she witnessed both her unconscious mother and her savior become dismantled within the turmoil as flames eagerly lapped up everything in sight. Twisted steel rolled over onto the street with a stream of fire devouring several of the rioters that had been too slow in their retreat.


    She looked to where the other Holy Council member had been. His body tremored as the window he stood next to exploded from another burst of gunfire. He clutched his throat, quaking with each motion as he slumped along the ground.


    She was alone. The soldiers that had been tasked with the duty to protect them were dropping dead like it was Judgment Day. In a perverse way, it truly was. At least, for the Munchausen family.


    All she could do was run as chaos engulfed the street behind her.


    ****


    ¡°Privyet,¡± Vladsco said in greeting to the Holy Council member standing in front of the ornate pair of doors that led to the emperor¡¯s chambers.


    Either his new friend spoke no Russian, or he wasn¡¯t in the mood for pleasantries even from someone with the general¡¯s prestige. The soldier glared at him; his hand fidgeted with the rosary affixed to his collar. ¡°You¡¯ve been expected.¡±


    Foolish of him to expect anything resembling decency from these humorless stiffs. ¡°Idi na hui,¡± the general remarked before he shoved past the guard and through the double doors.


    Emperor Shiro drummed his fingers impatiently on the surface of his mahogany desk. Papers didn¡¯t litter the fine surface of it. Only the stench of alcohol produced by a bottle without its cork rested there with two shot glasses.


    ¡°Come, come in,¡± he bellowed to the general. The glasses filled red as he began to pour the contents of the bottle into them. Knowing the leader¡¯s tastes, the wine label bore a pretentious name with an equally absurd price to go with it; bought and paid for by the kind citizens of Deinan.


    He bit back a pained smile. Everything had spiraled out of control since his arrival at the capital. The malcontents had begun rioting in greater frequency. Given the lavish displays by the ignorant leadership, it was hardly a mystery as to why the people had become more violent than usual. They found their leaders as cruel as they were out of touch with reality. The disaster in Pheora had only worsened relations with the general public. Resentment had been allowed to fester for far too long.


    ¡°Your Grace.¡±


    ¡°Spare me the pleasantries. I endure fools with shit-eating grins that say that to me all day. Your Grace. Your Holiness,¡± Shiro said with a sneer prominent in his voice. Each title he proclaimed had a greater degree of spite with each utterance.


    Vladsco pondered if his subjects had any idea how much contempt that loathsome excuse for a human being bore towards them.


    The emperor held both shot glasses. He raised the left one to his lips and drank its contents.


    ¡°Shiro, then,¡± Vladsco said as he held out his hand.


    ¡°Aha, now that¡¯s more like it,¡± the emperor replied with enthusiasm before he gulped the contents of the second glass down. He flashed the general a smile. ¡°Refreshing even.¡±


    Vladsco maintained his composure with a small nod. Shiro delighted himself with his petty engagements. The general wouldn¡¯t dignify that toad with a reaction to the provocations. Deprivation was the only retaliation he could afford to commit at this juncture.


    ¡°I couldn¡¯t help but notice the absence of 010?¡±


    The general¡¯s fingers clasped around the neck of the bottle. He couldn¡¯t help but notice how he hadn¡¯t already brained this pompous, condescending, little shit with the end of it. Instead, he offered him a forced smile, a course of action he¡¯d long since acclimated himself to doing whenever he found himself facing this irksome creature.


    ¡°He¡¯s of bottom means.¡±


    ¡°Oh¡­now isn¡¯t that a cruel thing to say about your own son?¡±


    Vladsco quirked an eyebrow. He resisted the temptation to remind him about how he had previously referred to Cain as an experiment. He knew better.


    ¡°His talents are better suited within the prison,¡± the general remarked before he filled one of the glasses the emperor had left on the desk.


    ¡°The prison is most certainly where he belongs. Maybe even behind a sturdy set of iron bars.¡±


    The general brought the glass to his lips. He paused, studying Shiro carefully with a narrowed brow. ¡°I¡¯m not so sure I understand what you mean?¡±


    ¡°Really? Well, then let me make it real simple for you,¡± the emperor remarked. His hand lashed out, startling the general. The glass shattered against the wall with red fluids dripping down the cream-colored surface.


    ¡°He can¡¯t keep his hands¡­¡± Shiro paused, ceasing his shouting. A coy smile formed on his countenance. ¡°¡­sorry, General. He can¡¯t keep his hands to himself. Gets into a lot of trouble. You wouldn¡¯t happen to know anything about that would you?¡±


    ¡°No, Sir.¡±


    ¡°Would you like another glass?¡±


    Vladsco narrowed his brow at him. The doors opened behind him as several guards entered the room. He didn¡¯t have to turn around to see the concern etched onto their faces.


    ¡°I believe I¡¯ve had enough for one day. Perhaps the same could be said of you.¡±


    The emperor snickered. Two guards marched to opposite sides of their leader, each man looked confused by the commotion.


    ¡°Good of an answer as any,¡± Shiro replied. He rested his elbow on his desk and leaned back into his chair. ¡°Afraid I¡¯m in short supply of those these days. I mean, I¡¯ve got people demanding answers about what happened at the Delta Labs. Answers I don¡¯t have.¡±


    Vladsco frowned. He¡¯d been dreading this particular topic well before he arrived at Deinan nearly 3 weeks ago. ¡°That¡¯s quite a dilemma.¡±


    ¡°For you, yes. Since the facility fell under your purview, I¡¯m sure you have an idea,¡± the emperor said with a smile. His eyes gleamed in delight at the general¡¯s discomfort. ¡°For your sake, you¡¯d better.¡±


    Here come the threats, Vladsco thought. Only, they would be acted upon. Fortunately, he had come prepared with news.


    ¡°It¡¯s been difficult acquiring leads on the matter.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s the wrong answer,¡± Shiro replied with the same intensity as one would use when making a remark on the weather.


    ¡°Priorities. It¡¯s likely a terrorist action by the Rebellion. The same Rebellion we¡¯ve cornered.¡±


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    Shiro looked taken aback, his smug demeanor dissipating with each passing second. ¡°Explain.¡±


    Vladsco leaned on the desk. ¡°We believe we¡¯ve uncovered the location of the rebel faction. With the proper forces at our disposal, we could potentially bring an end to the war.¡±


    ¡°You say that as though the rebellion consists of a singular entity. There are several groups.¡±


    ¡°But only one that matters,¡± the general replied. His smile widened with jubilation upon each word he spoke. ¡°Derwent.¡±


    Shiro Munchausen stood from his chair. ¡°That would be incredible news, provided we could act upon it.¡±


    The general frowned. He¡¯d spent the last few weeks envisioning how the emperor would have been elated. The one strand of information he carried that had immeasurable value, and it was regarded with the equivalent of a shrug.


    ¡°And why can we not? This is-¡±


    ¡°Have you looked outside lately? Watched the news? Or did that whole bit about the riots escape your notice?¡±


    Vladsco swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat before he responded. ¡°This is too valuable of an opportunity. We can¡¯t just sit here and squander it.¡±


    ¡°Keeping the peace, right now, is my priority. What¡¯s the point of eliminating your enemies, if you¡¯re not still around to enjoy it?¡±


    ¡°Well, we have to gather some men. You can¡¯t tell me-¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll tell you whatever I damn well please. Last I checked, you were just another cog in the machinery at the end of the day. And the gears will continue to turn with or without you. Face it, you¡¯re expendable, same as all the others,¡± he remarked as he made a gesture towards his entourage.


    The soldiers did their best to maintain their stoicism. Though, for a fleeting moment, Vladsco could¡¯ve sworn he saw one of the men glare at their leader. Whether he did or not, the emperor did not seem to take notice.


    ¡°Did you know those vermin out there actually flung shit at City Hall yesterday? Defecated on our banners. Filthy animals.¡±


    ¡°If that¡¯s the worst-¡±


    ¡°And my new car. Someone actually took a coat hanger and scraped the side of it.¡±


    Vladsco shook his head. Before he could give voice to sanity, the doors opened and a mousy looking male in wide-rimmed spectacles entered the room, along with a brunette female. The girl was minutes away from coming apart at the seams.


    ¡°Charlotte?¡± Shiro asked, barely recognizing the battered figure in front of him.


    The man in spectacles spoke. ¡°We found her a mile away from here. A mob had assailed their transport.¡±


    ¡°Gone¡­¡± she murmured. ¡°They¡¯re all gone.¡±


    Emperor Shiro scowled. ¡°And Carol?¡±


    The spectacled man shook his head. Charlotte seemed only capable of repeating the same thing. Gone. Vladsco hardened himself to it. He¡¯d heard that sentiment many times within the walls of his prison. People processed grief differently. The ones that withdrew into themselves were the ones most likely to do something reckless. They¡¯d stop eating. They¡¯d harm themselves. Or others in the more severe cases he¡¯d witnessed.


    ¡°Fuck!¡± the emperor declared. ¡°There you have it. My wife wasn¡¯t new, but you can bet her plastic surgery was. You see what these people are doing to me?¡±


    The general found himself taken aback, unsure he¡¯d heard him right.


    The mousy man spoke. ¡°Sir, that¡¯s your wife you¡¯re talking about.¡±


    ¡°No, that¡¯s my wife¡¯s procedure I¡¯m talking about,¡± he remarked as he turned to the guards. ¡°One overpriced nose job, to be precise,¡± he said before he turned back to Vladsco. ¡°As you can clearly see, we aren¡¯t in any position to go relocating our soldiers. I¡¯m sorry.¡±


    A look of betrayal emerged on Charlotte¡¯s face. Tears streaked her cheeks. ¡°Di-didn¡¯t mother mean anything to you?¡±


    ¡°Of course she did. Which reminds me,¡± Shiro remarked before he began rifling through his desk. He pulled out a small bottle that couldn¡¯t have been more than a few inches in height. A teary eyeball was displayed on the label. ¡°I¡¯ll need to mourn her publically. Erect a monument in her honor.¡±


    No one in the room applauded him for his idea. They only looked upon him with naked revulsion.


    The emperor shrugged. ¡°Scratch that. We¡¯ll do a scholarship in her name.¡±


    ¡°Well, if you want to mourn her publicly, now is your chance,¡± the spectacled man replied. He kept his voice as even-tempered as he could despite his obvious disgust with his leader. ¡°There is a sizable crowd outside as we speak.¡±


    Emperor Shiro sighed as he turned towards the balcony doors. The only thing that seemed to bring him true sorrow was having to address his citizens. The car. The wife. All of it an afterthought. Mere possessions that he¡¯d have the headache of replacing.


    ¡°Damn you,¡± Charlotte whispered.


    Shiro paused in his stride, sparing her a flippant glance. ¡°I¡¯ll have to remarry. I suppose I¡¯ll have to have another one of you too, eh?¡±


    Vladsco saw red. Was nothing sacred to this man? He stained the very institution he was to head. He spat in the face of family and tradition. And now he was tossing away the general¡¯s chance for glory. Unforgivable!


    He looked at the brunette girl as the emperor left for the balcony, his cape swishing behind him as he strode out of the room. She seemed enraged, trembling in place. Though she had his deepest sympathies, opportunities like this seldom presented themselves.


    Vladsco embraced the girl and whispered words of comfort. More importantly, words of much-needed encouragement.


    ****


    ¡°Justice for Pheora!¡±


    ¡°Imperial scum!¡±


    The shouts of the restless crowd drew into a roar as they clamored at the gates of the capitol building, continuing their unending protest.


    Charlotte¡¯s ears grew deaf to the din, her attentions fixated solely on one man: Emperor Shiro. The man she called father stepped forward onto the balcony, raising his arms to address the violent crowd.


    ¡°My citizens, I assure you that your concerns have not fallen upon deaf ears. However, I bear you news filled with much sorrow.¡± The emperor paused, his face contorting.


    Charlotte¡¯s eyes narrowed. Did he honestly think he was fooling these people with this facade? Judging by the angry roars that arose in response, she supposed not.


    ¡°It would seem that, just moments ago, your beautiful empress left this earth.¡±


    Charlotte grit her teeth. ¡®Left this earth¡¯? That made it sound like she had been some, old crone that had merely died in her sleep of natural causes!


    Judgment day.


    The young brunette slipped her hand into the pocket of her jeans, fingering the hilt of the weapon that newly took up residence there. The general¡¯s words echoed through her fragmented thoughts.


    Allow my most sincere condolences on your loss, my dear child. If I may impart some wisdom upon you: Though why may not always understand why things must be as they are, we must continue forward. Of course, the correct path forward may not always be the cleanest or most honorable. We must keep in mind the greater good.


    ¡°The memory of my wife shall live on. In her honor, it is my pleasure to present the Munchausen scholarship,¡± the emperor continued, doing his best to resist the urge to roll his eyes. Even he had a difficult time believing his words as he droned on. ¡°It is my sincerest wishes that her memory will continue to uplift-¡±


    Several negative shouts cut the emperor off as the restless crowd began shouting once more, clearly not interested in their leader¡¯s attempt at a flowery speech.


    Charlotte closed her eyes. They didn¡¯t care. They couldn¡¯t possibly hope to understand. Having the misfortune of bearing a blood relation to such a loathsome man, the brunette feared her life had been cursed from the start.


    Why? Why had her mother fallen in love with such a man in the first place? It wasn¡¯t as if her mother had been devoid of options. Then again, money and power were often an alluring temptation even the most benevolent couldn¡¯t resist.


    The young woman sighed, running her fingers along the weapon she concealed once more. She had options too.


    Judgment day.


    Gunfire drew the brunette from her thoughts as the unruly crowd overtook the gates, overwhelming the guards below.


    Shouting, cursing, and the flinging of various objects used as weapons all served to add to the mounting chaos. Those that sought to quell the violence seemed to disappear beneath the growing crowd, never to emerge again.


    Charlotte gazed at the soldiers guarding the entryway to the balcony: Her only means of escape. Emerald eyes flashed to the general looming in the doorway. He seemed to nod at her in recognition.


    The greater good.


    The brunette wasted no more time as she stalked toward the man she called father.


    Shiro scowled as he beheld the calamity below. Movement to his left caught his eye. His lips twitched upward as his daughter approached him. Seeing the haunted look still prevalent in her eyes, he almost snorted. God, the child was so emotional.


    The emperor rolled his eyes in a dramatic show as he opened his arms. ¡°Are you in need of a hug, daughter?¡±


    Charlotte resisted the urge to retch. Nothing like the opportunity to put on a show to bring out the lackluster attempts at being fatherly. Even then, it would seem he saw fit to mock her pain. A predator¡¯s smile twisted her lips as she drew nearer to her target. ¡°Actually, Father, I¡¯m more in need of a favor.¡±


    Shiro¡¯s dark eyebrows raised in question. However, he had no time to give voice to his inquiry. Sucking in a useless rush of air, he glanced down to his abdomen. The hilt of the dagger protruded just beneath his ribcage. His wide, dark eyes shot up to meet his daughter¡¯s hard gaze.


    ¡°You see, killing you may not bring her back, but it¡¯ll go a long way in making me feel better.¡±


    Shiro could only blink in shock as the girl gave his shoulder a hard shove.


    ¡°Better start praying to our God you resent so much.¡±


    The emperor stumbled back a few paces before ultimately losing his footing and tumbling over the railing.


    The crowd of onlookers shouted and cheered as they watched the tyrannical leader fall. If the guards on the balcony held any objections to the turn of events, they gave no indication. They exchanged brief glances before rushing out to greet the calamity below.


    Collecting herself, Charlotte peered over the railing and into the courtyard below.


    Screams and cries rang out as the crowd swiftly surged forward to engulf the emperor¡¯s body. If the tyrant had miraculously still been alive when he¡¯d hit the ground, he was sure to not be for long.


    Charlotte swallowed, fear and morbid fixation seeming to freeze her to the balcony as she watched one of the men in the crowd jerk the dagger from her father¡¯s chest. Well-meaning members of the crowd were pushed out of the way as the rest began taking turns returning the weapon to its fleshy sheath. When it appeared that they would grow tired of this activity, another man, appearing to be in his thirties, took it upon himself to drag the emperor over to the nearby fence surrounding the capitol.


    Using the cloak he wore, the enraged mob strung the deceased leader up onto the gate for all to see. Taking the dagger from one of the other men, the brunette raised his arms in show, causing the crowd to stir into an uproar once more. Once satisfied with the response from the crowd, he turned and plunged the dagger into Emperor Shiro¡¯s throat before slicing his way down to the groin.


    Charlotte clapped a hand to her mouth as her father¡¯s intestines spilled onto the street then. These people were acting no better than animals! She hung her head as she gripped the railing. She had gotten what she wanted, however, it failed in its purpose of making her feel better.


    A mighty roar drew the young woman¡¯s attention once more to the great mob below. One of them had now severed her father¡¯s head and was lifting it high for all the others to see like some great trophy. In a way, she supposed it was.


    ¡°Now what do you suppose they¡¯d do to you, my dear?¡± a voice spoke next to the girl¡¯s ear, sending chills down her spine.


    Charlotte froze. They had killed her mother simply for marrying the man. What WOULDN¡¯T these people do to her: A legitimate offspring? She glanced at the general, tears finally welling up in her emerald eyes. ¡°They¡¯re both¡­gone. Wh-what am I to do now? She¡­ She isn¡¯t coming back.¡±


    ¡°Come, child. If you wish to live on, we must flee the city right away,¡± Vladsco spoke, taking the girl¡¯s hand and leading her toward the door.


    Charlotte said no more as she allowed the general to escort her away. She hadn¡¯t the faintest clue where she was even going to begin to pick up the pieces of this. Could her life even be put back together? She was beginning to feel lightheaded as the general led her down a flight of stairs and toward the back entrance.


    In contrast to the girl¡¯s gloomy thoughts, a brilliant light illuminated the doorway as Vladsco pushed it open. No going back now. She would surely die if she stayed here in this place.


    A small smile graced the girl¡¯s lips as the pair reached the general¡¯s awaiting convoy.


    Time to start over. A new life. Far away from here.


    Charlotte nodded resolutely. Yes. She would start over. At least, then, her mother¡¯s memory would follow. She shut her eyes as the current chapter in her life drew to a close.

 Chapter 21: Lion’s Den

    Chapter 21: Lion¡¯s Den


    Kurt Landon frowned as he observed his sister bent over by the sink. She retched into the steel container speckled with grime and other mysterious substances he would¡¯ve preferred not to contemplate the origins of for too long.


    The nausea occurred less frequently than it previously had from the prior week. He shuddered to imagine the internal damage the poison had done to her body. Poison he had unintentionally administered.


    He glared at the male hovering next to her, gently patting her back in a meager effort of assurance. Vincent whispered something to her. From the tone, it was likely words of comfort.


    It should¡¯ve been you, you venomous snake, Kurt thought.


    And why not? Everything this serpent touched crumbled from the potency of his venom. They had a fine thing going on in Pheora before he ever slithered into their lives. That all fell apart within a matter of days.


    His relationship to the animals running Fort Brein put a bullseye on their backs.


    Watching Alice, even she seemed to succumb to his touch, every vile trace of it. He¡¯d seen enough. The way she trembled kissing him. The way her worries seemed to dissipate at the taste of that traitor¡¯s lips. That boy had coiled himself around her, prepared to sink his fangs deep into the oblivious girl¡¯s neck.


    Kurt remained wise enough not to broach the subject, difficult as the temptation made it for him. Whether he liked it or not, Vincent filled a void inside her that had tormented her over the past two years. He couldn¡¯t afford to push the matter. Not if he wanted to save her from the amber-eyed stranger. From herself.


    The blonde stood erect with her shoulders straightened. She¡¯d forced the latest collection of phlegm and blood out of her system. Vincent joined hands with her, leading her to the steel bed.


    He snorted, causing the pair to look up from their newfound bliss. He shook his head, which seemed to make them content enough to revert into their own little world devoid of murder and human stew.


    Kurt imagined the bed was more like a blanketed trey. Given their bodies would eventually be served to the other prisoners as ground meat in a nasty concoction, he found the comparison appropriate enough. Regardless, the so-called bed was the only source of comfort, if one must be pressed to call it that, available to them within the walls of this unforgiving hellhole.


    With the absence of the morning sun, a flickering light above them served as the only significant source of visibility available to them within their cell. He tried not to let his eyes linger on the bulb for too long. While he wasn¡¯t by any means epileptic, the repeated flashing threatened the makings of a migraine. Where he already had the misfortune of witnessing the living embodiment of one relentlessly pawing at his sister, he didn¡¯t need anything else adding to his discomfort.


    ¡°It should be morning soon,¡± Alice said, disturbing the silence.


    And water is wet, Kurt bitterly thought. In another display of wisdom, he refrained from voicing his musing. Doing so would¡¯ve provoked yet another squabble between them.


    ¡°I suppose so,¡± he replied after some contemplation. ¡°Another uneventful day.¡±


    That was what they had all started calling a good day, if such a thing existed within the prison. An uneventful day. Any other kind of day had the tendency to end in bloodshed.


    The serpent spoke next. ¡°Let¡¯s hope it stays that way.¡±


    Why? So he could spend his time whispering sweet nothings in the lieutenant¡¯s ear? Living in a fantasy must¡¯ve been swell for him. Instead of confronting him, Kurt settled for raising a single thumb.


    Vincent appeared perplexed by the motion but returned the gesture.


    A loud clang resounded behind Kurt, provoking an obscenity from him as he jumped out of his skin. He whirled around to see Cain peering into their cell. Clutched in his left hand was a nightstick, the source of the sudden disturbance.


    He dragged the metal tip of the baton along the bars, producing a clamor that provoked a string of swearing from one of the adjacent cells.


    The noise from their neighbor barely registered to any of them. Everyone kept their focus trained on their tormentor.


    ¡°Good to see you too, asshole,¡± Kurt grumbled.


    Cain gasped, feigning offense to the obscenity. ¡°And here I thought we were all getting along.¡±


    ¡°Getting along, huh?¡± Alice commented with a narrow brow. ¡°There is a lot of things to describe us, but that sure isn¡¯t the term I¡¯d use. Why don¡¯t you go bother someone else?¡±


    Cain grinned at her with a shark¡¯s smile. ¡°But I enjoy our little moments together.¡±


    ¡°Lucky us,¡± Vincent murmured.


    ¡°Besides, I would¡¯ve thought you¡¯d all want to know why I¡¯m here,¡± Cain continued, choosing to ignore his sibling¡¯s comment.


    Kurt imagined the answer lied somewhere between relishing in the opportunity of being a condescending shit stain or threatening them once more.


    ¡°Not really,¡± Alice replied before she unleashed a sigh. ¡°But I suppose that won¡¯t stop you from telling us anyway.¡±


    A harsh noise followed the baton clanging against the bars.


    ¡°Gold star for you,¡± Cain said with a mocking smile ¡°Though, you should mind your manners.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s not like you¡¯re going to kill me,¡± Alice replied.


    Her response gave Cain pause. He appeared taken aback by the spontaneity of her declaration.


    The lieutenant continued. ¡°The warden wouldn¡¯t have engaged in the display of theatrics he did if he had plans for my demise. So don¡¯t act like you have the edge. If anything, you¡¯re at risk of tumbling off it at the rate you¡¯ve been going.¡±


    ¡°Hmm, he does like his theatrics. I got to give you that,¡± Cain said while he receded the baton into its black handle. He clipped it onto his belt as he continued talking. ¡°My old man seems rather fond of you too. But his tastes aren¡¯t as refined as mine. He lacks showmanship.¡±


    Kurt shook his head, unimpressed with the boy¡¯s droning. He¡¯d pegged him a long time ago. He was the type of individual who loved the sound of his own voice. Maybe he craved the attention that the warden had failed to provide him with over the years. Every time he¡¯d seen interactions between the pair, Vladsco regarded him with open disdain. His son was a vulgar heathen. The king of filth, proudly wearing a crown of shit, expecting people to bask in the mere presence of his degeneracy.


    ¡°Refined,¡± Alice said. She barely contained her laughter when she gave the word utterance. ¡°I know the kind of animal you are.¡±


    Cain smiled. ¡°Oh?¡±


    ¡°You were the freak the other kids didn¡¯t like. That¡¯s why you lash out and do the things you do.¡±


    ¡°Alice, you don¡¯t-¡±


    ¡°Your so-called showmanship is nothing more than a garish display to make yourself seem important. You¡¯re not,¡± Alice interjected with a savage smile. She knew how to twist a knife, and she clearly didn¡¯t plan on stopping. ¡°People tolerate you only because they¡¯re forced to do so. Because you¡¯re a general¡¯s son. Nothing you even achieved yourself. Everything you had was given to you.¡±


    Cain smacked the bars with his palm. ¡°You little bitch! You don¡¯t know me-¡±


    ¡°I know you¡¯re nothing,¡± she hotly contested with a mocking laugh. ¡°Maybe a joke if we¡¯re being charitable with you. Face it: You¡¯re shit.¡±


    The brunette seethed at her words. His face twisted into raw hatred for her. Any plans for play he had in mind were now long discarded. The wheels in his head were turning, formulating only ways to hurt her.


    ¡°What the hell is going on here?¡± a voice bellowed.


    Jack stormed into the room with his entourage. Cain didn¡¯t acknowledge him. He kept his eyes focused on Alice.


    ¡°You¡¯re dead,¡± he whispered harshly.


    ¡°The general told you that you were not to be here,¡± Jack continued. His face twisted into disgust as he spoke. ¡°Not after what happened last time.¡±


    Alice spoke. ¡°He can¡¯t control himself. Probably why his father resents him so much.¡±


    ¡°Shut up,¡± Jack barked at her. He motioned for his men to escort Cain away.


    Surprisingly, he didn¡¯t put up much in the way of a fight. He allowed himself to be pushed out of the block without another word.


    Jack spared the prisoners a glance. ¡°He¡¯s dangerous. Stop baiting him,¡± he commanded before he took his leave.


    Kurt couldn¡¯t help but feel Jack might¡¯ve known something about him they didn¡¯t. That musing did little to ease his mind, even when the morning rays of the sun dispelled the shadows that surrounded them.


    Light didn¡¯t banish monsters. And, just now, Alice had made the fatal mistake of provoking the biggest one he knew.


    ****


    That uppity, little whore!


    Cain barged through one of the cellblocks within the east wing of the facility. The only thought on his mind was how he¡¯d make the that worthless blonde regret the day she ever spoke to him in that manner.


    Nothing was he? Him? Nothing?


    He took notice of one of the prisoner¡¯s scrubbing the grimy floor of the prison. He kicked over the bucket, spilling the soapy water onto the concrete floor.


    The woman doing the cleaning looked away from him, hanging her head low in subservience. Her lack of fight was the only thing saving her from him taking his frustrations out on her. Depending on the guards, she¡¯d probably receive a beating anyway.


    Impeding with a prisoner¡¯s cleaning was nothing.


    The fertile soil within his mind sprouted life to something wonderful. Refinement. Showmanship. If they didn¡¯t believe he possessed those qualities, he¡¯d fix that problem. He¡¯d show Alice just how significant he was. He¡¯d show she didn¡¯t know the kind of animal he was. The only thing she¡¯d find out in her last moments would be the kind of animal he planned on feeding her to this evening.


    Vladsco wasn¡¯t here to protect her now.


    Besides, he had a captive crowd that deserved to witness a show. He¡¯d make it the best one they¡¯d ever seen. After all, their lives lacked fulfillment. He would inspire them.


    Sure, his father would punish him. Severely, perhaps.


    Consequences mattered little to Cain, not when such a rare opportunity presented itself for the taking.


    He¡¯d finish what he started with his brother. He¡¯d tear apart Vladsco¡¯s prized trophy. With the two of them gone, Vladsco would have no choice but to grit his teeth and accept the inevitable. Lash out as he may, Cain remained his son. When he was done, he¡¯d be the only thing that the aged general would have left in this world.


    That rationalization eased his mind as he set his destination towards the animal handler.


    Cain had always found it fascinating that they erected a wing within the facility exclusively for exotic creatures. Vladsco never could resist his pet projects, this latest one born from the desire to preserve some of nature¡¯s most incredible creatures. How fitting he¡¯d use one of them to tear the throat out of his most cherished work of art.


    The youth failed to hold back his growing smile. Now that he thought about it, one wasn¡¯t quite accurate. Not when they had three lions that would be eager to fill their bellies with Alice. Then his worthless brother. And then their ever-scowling companion for dessert.


    How¡¯s all that for nothing?


    ****


    Alice Lynheart lurched forward; a harsh, metallic taste flooded her palate as she hacked out the phlegm that had once more taken residence inside her throat.


    ¡°H-Hey, Al-Alice.¡±


    Her companion¡¯s soft voice pleased her ear even in her sickness. She looked towards him once she felt certain there¡¯d be little chance she¡¯d cough on him.


    ¡°You alright?¡±


    ¡°W-well, I suppose that term is all relative these days.¡±


    Vincent furrowed his brow as he clenched her hand between his own pair, the ensuing warmth of his touch greatly appreciated by the young blonde. ¡°Are you going to make it, Alice?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m going to try,¡± she replied. The conviction in her voice sounded flimsy at best.


    In truth, her coughing came in spells. The fact blood occasionally found its way into the resulting mess that came out of her did little to inspire confidence in her continued survival. Still, she didn¡¯t want to tell him that she feared she was dying. The nervous wreck that the boy was likely wouldn¡¯t be able to cope with the possibility.


    The warm smile tugging at the male¡¯s lips was barely noticed as she found herself staring deeply into the golden pool surrounding his pupils. Something about his eyes felt warm to her, inviting even, like safety resided there.


    ¡°You have to,¡± he said while he brushed his index finger across the back of her hand. His touch felt soft yet possessed a certain quality that could penetrate the sturdiest of armor. ¡°It wouldn¡¯t be the same getting out of here without you.¡±


    ¡°We aren¡¯t getting out of here,¡± Kurt interjected. He looked up from his blanket at them, doing little to conceal his pessimism. ¡°Unless you can walk through walls.¡±


    The sting of his words only served to blacken her mood and shove the moment they shared off cloud nine and back down into their cell. Irritation pulled her eyebrows together while she glared at the youth huddled underneath the covers.


    ¡°Don¡¯t say that,¡± Vincent spoke harshly, his tone sharper than its usual, faint projection.


    Alice looked up to see fire glimmer within the young man¡¯s eyes. His grip on her hand tightened as he stared down the depressed brunette. Nothing was painful about his grasp, but it wasn¡¯t a particularly pleasant sensation.


    ¡°You haven¡¯t resigned yourself to it yet,¡± Kurt replied. ¡°I get it, and I envy you for it too, but make no mistake, Vincent: This place will be our grave.¡±


    Vincent looked back at Alice, hurt displayed prominently within his eyes. His grip softened as he regarded her with that pitiful countenance. A part of him believed Kurt¡¯s words. In a way, she¡¯d be lying if she said a part of her didn¡¯t feel the same.


    Still, there was no reason for him to kick Vincent while he was down. They already had the brutes running the prison engaging in that task every day. Her brother didn¡¯t need to aid their enemies in breaking down their fragile spirits further.


    ¡°Kurt, be quiet,¡± Alice said. ¡°Every time you open your mouth, without fail, you can¡¯t help yourself: You have to say something negative.¡±


    ¡°Now wait-¡±


    ¡°I can barely keep going on, as is. If your heart carries any love for me, stop.¡±


    The bite contained within her words made him flinch. He looked at her for a moment, trying to say something, anything. When that effort born of futility miscarried, he angled his head back to the blankets and kept himself quiet.


    ¡°I couldn¡¯t go on without you,¡± Vincent said with a faint projection. He didn¡¯t want to speak too loudly and capture the ire of the pessimist they shared quarters with.


    She looked at him, his vulnerability rested on naked display in front of her. He didn¡¯t believe those words. Try as she might to convince herself of that, she couldn¡¯t. His expression quelled any doubt she carried in the face of such sincerity.


    ¡°Don¡¯t go talking like that,¡± Alice whispered. ¡°You may not have any choice in the matter.¡±


    He angled closer to her, his face inches apart from her own. ¡°What if I chose you?¡±


    The corner of her lip betrayed her with a quiver as she felt the heat of his breath. You can¡¯t. It¡¯s what she wanted to say in answer to his question. Yet the words never came. She couldn¡¯t bring herself to deny him.


    Her heart fluttered, and her eyes closed in an act of surrender to his desire. Though she knew it to be wrong, a selfish part of her didn¡¯t want him to leave without her. This place had taken everything from them. Was it wrong to want to seize something back in return?


    ¡°Dinner time!¡± shouted a voice from the hall.


    The moment abruptly ended; her head whipped around to observe a guard holding a hose. Water sprayed out of it, the intensity of it slammed both of them into the wall.


    She found herself choking on the fluids burning within her nose and trapped deep inside her lungs. The water would stop before another surge of it struck her. If she had more time to think, she would have reasoned the soldier had alternated between the targets they sprayed.


    After the fourth onslaught, the hosing stopped. Water dripped and pooled along the floor. She hacked out the water inside her. The creak of the doors leading into their cell barely registered. The feet splashing through the water, approaching her, did catch her attention as she looked up to see a boot raise.


    Alice cried out as the leather footwear landed squarely against her ribs. The pain sent her reeling on the wet ground.


    Vincent yelled something in protest before he was promptly beaten back by the butt of a rifle.


    Her time was at a premium. There was precious little of it to spare when her assailant came upon her, denying her the opportunity to get a grip on her surroundings.


    Another well-placed kick kept her down. She latched onto the offending appendage. Another boot kicked her, this time on the head. Her grip failed her, and she took another hit. All she could do was huddle into a miserable ball on the floor as the men attacked her.


    Within seconds, the beating stopped. A tight grip tugged at her hair, forcing her to face her adversary. Cain¡¯s grisly smile displayed itself in greeting.


    ¡°I said it¡¯s dinner time!¡±


    She spat a wad of phlegm into his smug face. Her tormentor¡¯s expression twisted before he slammed her head onto the concrete floor below.


    Hot pain surged through her forehead. Cain¡¯s voice barely registered in her ear.


    ¡°We¡¯ve got to move fast, boys, lest you want Jack to come and ruin our fun. Hustle!¡±


    When her head was forcibly raised, she noticed blood trickle into her eye from where the skin on her forehead had busted open from the impact. They forced her onto her feet. Vincent and Kurt found themselves in the same position, being shoved out of the cell with rifles pointed at their backs for encouragement.


    She thought of Vincent¡¯s words, barely suppressing her tears as they echoed in her head.


    What if I chose you?


    From the way the situation had unfolded, she feared he¡¯d chosen poorly.


    ****


    The blonde ground her teeth against the pain as she and her cellmates were marched down the long hall. Each breath in proved to be an agonizing affair. Pins and needles seized her side as she struggled to maintain a straightened posture.


    S-something¡¯s wrong.


    No small amount of panic began to set in as the blonde now struggled to breathe evenly. Her lungs felt as if they were being painfully squeezed. When she appeared as though she would collapse at any moment, one of the guards grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder. She gasped at the pain that shot through her side once more.


    The grim looks on her companion¡¯s faces did little to bring the ailing lieutenant reassurance. She locked eyes with Vincent. I¡¯m sorry. I¡¯m so sorry. I¡­ I¡¯m not going to get to keep my promise. She looked to Kurt. His eyes were a storm of mixed emotions: Anger, sorrow, fear¡­resignation.


    The blonde hung her head.


    Vincent felt his heart squeeze painfully. She couldn¡¯t give up. She just couldn¡¯t. Not after they¡¯d come so far. His eyes darted along the rows of cells as they passed, noting a strange detail that had eluded him until this moment: Where were the prisoners?


    Before the teen was permitted to dwell too deeply on the matter, they were turned down a longer, dark hallway. The route was unfamiliar territory. In all their time here, he couldn¡¯t remember having ever traversed this particular corridor.


    The hall was devoid of any windows, its only illumination coming from a few scattered light fixtures attached to the walls. There was a foreboding silence that Vincent quickly found himself loathing as an eerie chill settled into his bones, a chill that not even the bright light at the end of the hall could banish.


    ¡°In ya go,¡± the guard carrying Alice spoke, motioning the other two teens forward.


    Vincent found his feet refused to move when the brute still carrying his love failed to take the first steps through the doorway.


    I choose you.


    A yelp was torn from the brunette¡¯s lips when his failure to move yielded him nothing more than a blow to the back of his head from the guard behind him.


    ¡°Get moving!¡±


    Sparing one last glance at the blonde, Vincent stepped through the door, followed by Kurt. The sunlight was nearly blinding as the teen squinted briefly to get a better picture of his surroundings. Amber eyes widened. What was this place?


    A large, glass dome stretched far above them, reaching toward the sky in a dazzling architectural display. Several feet below the elevated platform they were standing on, a spacious, fenced-in area made up an arena. Rows of occupied benches stretched in both directions of the yard.


    Found the prisoners.


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    Vincent glared as Cain turned to them with a predator¡¯s smile. ¡°How¡¯s this for showmanship?¡±


    The guard carrying Alice entered the room. He dumped the injured woman unceremoniously onto the hard, stone floor. The yelp that would have escaped her was abruptly cut off as she curled herself into a ball, not even having enough left in her to stand.


    Cain scrutinized the group for a moment before snapping his fingers. ¡°Looks like we have room for one more player. Carter, if you please.¡±


    All three teens¡¯ eyes widened as a familiar guard suddenly appeared from behind them, Matthew slung over his shoulder.


    ¡°Let me go!¡±


    At Vincent¡¯s murderous glare, Cain shrugged. ¡°What? You think I didn¡¯t know the little snot was sneaking around with you guys this whole time?¡± He paused, shaking his head. ¡°You know, I could forgive the food, even though it was technically a punishable offense. However, his role in Shan¡¯s murder I can¡¯t overlook.¡±


    ¡°What are you talking about?¡± Kurt protested.


    Cain smiled as Alice looked away. Marching over, he tucked a finger beneath the girl¡¯s chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. ¡°That¡¯s right, sweetheart. This is all your fault. You just couldn¡¯t play nice, could you? Just had to have the last word.¡± He released her then, straightening his posture. ¡°Well, you may have the last word, but it¡¯s going to be me who laughs last.¡±


    Any retort the blonde may have had was cut short as Cain drew his leg back before delivering a hard blow to the girl¡¯s left side.


    The blonde yelped as she rolled. Terror flashed in her sapphire eyes as she tipped over the edge of the platform. Her hand shot out of its own accord, clinging to the stone surface for dear life.


    ¡°Alice!¡± Vincent and Kurt cried in unison.


    Pain ignited through her ribs as her body dangled along the edge.


    ¡°Now, weren¡¯t you saying earlier something to the effect of how I was the one at risk of tumbling off the edge?¡± Cain asked as he loomed above her. ¡°Because, from where I¡¯m standing, it certainly doesn¡¯t look that way. From here, it looks the other way around.¡±


    Alice regretted her choice of words from earlier in the day. Not that she¡¯d let that monster know that. She wouldn¡¯t beg him for mercy. It was evident through the trouble he¡¯d gone to arranging this show there¡¯d be none given to her.


    ¡°Well, even from down here, you still look pathetic,¡± she said with a pained grin. If the agony stabbing into her ribs weren¡¯t so intense, she would have snatched his ankle and attempted to pull him down into the arena with her.


    Cain laughed. ¡°Fiery to the very end,¡± he chuckled as he unclipped the baton on his belt. He extended the metal point of his weapon.


    ¡°Stop it,¡± Vincent shouted, his lungs burning raw from the intensity of his yell. ¡°Don¡¯t do this!¡±


    His brother spared him a glance and a cruel smile before he looked back to Alice and wailed down on her. The metal tip struck the woman¡¯s knuckles.


    Alice felt a snap as her hand burned. She lost control of the motion in her fingers, the ligaments locked into place. Her heart thundered as the world around her went into slow motion with her descent.


    She hit the floor of the arena hard. Ribs roared with fury; her hand exploded in hot agony while the blood forced itself out of the split skin above her knuckles. Yet the thoughts whirling in her head like a tornado caused her more harm than any of the wounds inflicted upon her body.


    I failed everyone. Matthew. Kurt. Vincent. The last name on that list carried the heaviest weight, one so immense it left her incapable of holding back the tears. Screaming erupted around her.


    Vincent found his cries drowned out within the bedlam. Everything they¡¯d fought for at this precise moment, every day they¡¯d bled through during their struggle to survive was being taken away from them. All for some cheap entertainment.


    Cain looked to him and chuckled. He made a motion. The guard behind him let him go.


    Vincent screamed in fury. His feet carried him to the sadist. As he reeled his fist back, Cain weaved to the side. The baton made contact with his thigh. The sting from the hit buckled his leg out from underneath him. He felt the concrete scrape his knee.


    ¡°Oh, my God!¡± someone screamed from the crowd.


    The cry for salvation was not reserved for the likes of Vincent. The gate on the other side of the arena had groaned from being opened. Some sort of pulley was used to raise the giant, iron bars.


    What lied behind them made the teen¡¯s blood run cold.


    Golden eyes peered eagerly at injured prey. Massive paws stalked forward in measured, calculated steps. A majestic mane decorated the predator¡¯s neck. The lion flicked its tongue across its curled lips, revealing a powerful set of fangs that were prepared to rend flesh and bone alike.


    Alice staggered, falling over once before she could properly stand on her own two feet. Her tenable position became all for naught as two more lions emerged from the dark corridor ahead of her. One male. Two females. All three relentless killers.


    A blur landed to her immediate right, startling her out of her skin as she nearly tumbled over from the sudden motion. Is that a¡­pipe?


    ¡°Defend yourself!¡± one of the guards shouted above her.


    So that was the game. Her eyes darted back to her front as one of the female lions bounded forward.


    Do or die, Alice thought.


    With her left hand, she snatched up the pipe. She thrust the steel out in front of her. Her speed proved to be the only thing that spared her from three hundred pounds of fur and claws.


    The weight of the beast¡¯s massive paw flung her against the wall. Her teeth rattled as her body surged with discomfort from the blow. She leapt back to her feet. Paws bounded forward. Alice had little time to regain her bearings when teeth snapped at her, the beast¡¯s hot saliva splattered onto her face.


    Much to the displeasure of the lioness, the only thing captured in its mouth was the steel weapon its prey wielded.


    Alice¡¯s injured hand trembled as she pushed onto the pipe with all her might. The other lions stalked around as she contended with the agitated female. It wouldn¡¯t be long before they¡¯d pounce into the fray. Before they feasted upon her.


    ****


    Jack O¡¯Connor¡¯s eyes widened in disbelief as he made his way into the arena. He had never cared for the coliseum. He¡¯d only seen it used once, when the warden decided to thin the population of the prison by a third one year ago. The screams still remained fresh on his mind.


    He knew they had lions in the facility. He¡¯d been tasked as the animal handler¡¯s aid a time or two. In his wildest dreams, he never imagined they¡¯d see action with a prisoner. Not like this.


    The acting-head of the prison glared at Cain. The brunette had snatched a young boy by the crook of his arm, dangling him towards the edge of the platform. He recognized the kitchen slave. Not that the identity of the boy mattered to him; he hadn¡¯t sanctioned any of this. Vladsco would have all their heads mounted onto a spike for this outrage.


    ¡°Cain, I order you to stop this at once!¡± he shouted. ¡°I will have order!¡±


    The roar of the arena was deafeningly loud. He felt like his own hearing was failing him from the thunderous din. No one could hear him through the turmoil.


    His eyes darted into the arena. He gulped as he recognized the petite figure in the fighting pit below him: Golden Phoenix.


    Yet, somehow, the sight of the battered woman wasn¡¯t the strangest thing he saw. Several of the guards were flung into the pit by the crowd. No. This wasn¡¯t a mere crowd. It was a bloody mob. Every man and woman for themselves taking a chance amid the mayhem.


    Many of the guards were trying to contain the flood of rioters. Some of the prisoners had unveiled shivs. They weren¡¯t shy about employing the crudely made knives and razors.


    Another subset of the prisoners began to use their powers as electricity trailed through the air. The glass above shattered, sending gigantic shards of blades down onto the crowd. Many of them were cut to ribbons. One of the guards decapitated, their headless form shambled into the pit.


    The male lion turned his attention to the meal freely provided. Predators cherished, above all else, easy prey. Yet cats were very different than the typical predator. The male lions allowed the females to do the work when it came to hunting. Big cats carried a unique behavior: They preferred playing with their food, especially while their bounty was still alive.


    The second lioness sprang forward at one of the living guards who had the misfortune of twisting his ankle during their fall. Not that his screams could be heard. Not when his throat had been pierced by the cat¡¯s teeth.


    Jack forced himself to look away from the sight. His stomach churned from the brutality of it all. He couldn¡¯t do this anymore.


    He had spent the past few months feeling empty. Doing the same thing, tormenting the heathens. Yet he felt no pleasure. He didn¡¯t feel righteous fracturing the skull of a prisoner. Would a man of God take pleasure in shooting a pregnant woman? He¡¯d not done that himself, but he¡¯d seen a newly-graduated recruit do it. And did the responsible soldier express humility? No. He got a pat on the back and had himself a beer in celebration of his first kill.


    Desperation brought Jack to pray to God, something he hadn¡¯t done since he was a young child. He prayed to God for a sign, any sign, that what he was doing was right.


    People turning into animals before him, a child seconds away from being tossed into the pit. If that didn¡¯t signify the most massive hell of a no from the Almighty, he didn¡¯t know what else could.


    Snatching a rifle from one of the downed guards, he followed what his heart told him to do. He aimed his weapon. The lioness gorging upon the dismembered guard was covered in entrails and viscera. The trigger squeezed far easier than he imagined it would. The animal collapsed to the ground. He squeezed four more times at the beast¡¯s downed form, ensuring its jaw would never again steal life.


    ****


    Vincent groaned, shuffling to his feet. Cain didn¡¯t look at him. He didn¡¯t spare the time for such a thing, not when his eyes were focused upon the soldier killing his prize. It was clear from the mixture of panic and fury on his brother¡¯s face that he no longer maintained anything resembling control.


    ¡°What the hell are you doing to my lions?!¡± he screamed.


    Matthew¡¯s tiny frame squirmed within Cain¡¯s arms. He struggled as the boy snatched at his wrist. There was only so much a small child could do against a bigger adversary as Cain successfully overpowered him. He drew a service pistol, aiming it toward Jack.


    Vincent let out a primal shout as he dashed forward. The gun in Cain¡¯s hand fired. Then the two of them fell over the railing together. Both teens landed hard onto the ground. The firearm skidded along the floor out of their immediate reach.


    His brother rose first. He looked around with a dazed look on his countenance, like he hadn¡¯t puzzled together what was happening around him. The stupor left him when Vincent¡¯s fist collided into his temple.


    Cain yelped, falling to the ground. He wasn¡¯t such a good fighter when he didn¡¯t have a weapon handy.


    Vincent hammered him. Again and again. His own knuckles split open from how hard he kept hitting him, having visibly bloodied and broken his adversary¡¯s nose. He wouldn¡¯t be content till he¡¯d killed this animal that had dared to have his way with Alice. To make the woman he loved cry out in anguish.


    Never again. Not with the one I love.


    He arched his fist back; before it could connect with Cain¡¯s face, the air left Vincent¡¯s lungs. Cain¡¯s fist collided against his neck. Trembling fingers clutched at his own throat as he fell to the ground, struggling to breathe.


    His brother didn¡¯t continue attacking him. Instead, he made a beeline for the lost gun.


    Cain¡¯s eyes were wide with elation as he leapt for his service pistol. His fingers latched onto the handle, and he raised his weapon.


    Jubilation gave way to fear as Golden Phoenix approached him. He felt his heart turn cold as he witnessed the tranquil fury that resided within her eyes. The woman¡¯s face transformed into a cold mask devoid of such things as compassion and mercy. Such things didn¡¯t exist for him.


    How is she alive? How?!


    When Cain dared look at her hands, he had his answers. They were coated in black like she¡¯d dug them into a pile of soot. Behind the young woman lied the charred remains of the lioness. The face had been partially melted off, while the head of it was scalded in spots of red mixed with black lumps that had formed from the burning.


    ¡°I never got the chance to thank you,¡± she spoke with pure hatred flaring within her voice. She raised her blackened hand towards him. ¡°For everything.¡±


    Cain forced a smile and raised his gun. She couldn¡¯t produce a flame instantly. He¡¯d shoot her dead before¡ªthe barrel of his firearm exploded. His right hand became mangled with shards from his iron weapon. He cried out in terror. Feeling within his fingers was but a distant memory.


    ¡°This time your little collar won¡¯t save you.¡±


    ¡°G-go to hell!¡±


    She pulled out something from her sleeve. The tiny object glistened in the light of the evening sun. A little souvenir from her experience in the coliseum. He looked on in mute horror as he recognized the smuggled object.


    In one swift motion, the glass shard claimed his eye. Cain screamed as blood and jelly spilled from the slit organ. He rolled along the ground, overcome with the pain.


    The angel of death raised what remained of the glass fragment once more, likely with plans to slit his throat or carve out his heart. She might¡¯ve even sent him to the venue he proposed. The final blow never came as the weapon clattered along the ground.


    Color drained from Alice¡¯s face as she fell to her knees with her hands clutching her side. Blood poured out of it from where she¡¯d been injured in her skirmish with the lioness. Before she could fall to the floor, a pair of hands held her.


    Her vision blurred. Even through the fog, she recognized the warm pair of amber eyes that gazed at her with concern.


    ¡°Come on. We¡¯ve got to go.¡±


    She had no argument in her. If she did, she might¡¯ve inquired where. Such a thing didn¡¯t matter now. Leaving sounded perfect. Like heaven. Anywhere but here.


    Vincent pulled her onto her feet, resting her against him as he slung her arm over his shoulders. Though her ribs screamed in protest, she didn¡¯t cry out from it. It hurt to feel, at least when she found it in her to do so.


    ¡°Come on!¡± a small voice yelled above them. Matthew¡¯s voice.


    A clicking noise resounded loudly as a metal ladder lowered from the top of the platform. Vincent eagerly clamped his hand upon it. As his flesh made contact, he heard an unmistakable roar behind him.


    The teen turned and found himself face to face with an angered lion. He shoved Alice behind him, positioning himself in front of her. He braced himself to be torn limb from limb.


    A burst of gunfire instantly brought down the creature mid-charge.


    Confusion washed over him as his eyes scanned the platform. Jack stood there with smoke escaping the tip of his rifle. The man nodded at him before he lowered his weapon.


    Vincent was grateful for Jack¡¯s mercy. His kind act had saved their lives. Enemy or not, he was in his debt.


    ¡°Can you climb, Lieutenant?¡±


    Alice laughed darkly, though the pained expression on her face made it clear that spontaneous sound and movement was a bad idea. ¡°I don¡¯t have much choice in the matter.¡±


    A look mired in pity crossed Vincent¡¯s graceful features. ¡°I¡¯ve got you,¡± he whispered. He wrapped his hands around her waist and helped her up the ladder.


    I choose you.


    Those words echoed in her mind, bringing warmth to her cheeks. At least that romantic sentiment did wonders for stealing her thoughts away from her body¡¯s discontent.


    When they made it to the top of the platform, both Kurt and Matthew awaited them.


    ¡°Alice, we can get out.¡±


    She found herself taken aback by Kurt¡¯s proclamation. The woman didn¡¯t have any interest in quizzing him on his newfound optimism. She¡¯d eagerly accept any plan to get them far away from this madhouse.


    Matthew¡¯s head emphatically raised up and down like one of those bobblehead toys she remembered seeing as a young child.


    ¡°There¡¯s a passage in the basement. It¡¯s our only chance.¡±


    Alice nodded. By now, the blonde was struggling just to remain standing. She glanced briefly at the expectant faces gazing back at her. As much as her body seemed to cry out its resignation to her fate, she had to keep going. ¡°I-I think I know the way, but it¡¯s been so long. Why don¡¯t you lead us, Matthew?¡±


    Matthew¡¯s face beamed with pride as he hastily nodded.


    ¡°I¡¯m going with you,¡± Jack commented, giving the group pause. ¡°I can help clear the path, and my master keys will definitely make the way easier.¡±


    Kurt wildly shook his head. There was no way he was going to allow a soldier of The Order to go along with them. ¡°Oh, no. Hell no! Why on earth should we let you come along? Even if you don¡¯t slow us down, what reason do we have to believe that you won¡¯t betray us?¡±


    Vincent frowned. For once, he could almost see the other brunette¡¯s point. However¡­ ¡°He goes. We owe him.¡±


    When it appeared as though Kurt would object again, Alice managed a glare. ¡°We don¡¯t have time for a debate right now, Kurt. It¡¯s not going to be long before the guards regroup. We need to be as far away as possible before that happens.¡±


    ¡°What are we waiting for?! Come on!¡± Matthew shouted, pulling on the teen scientist¡¯s arm. ¡°We gotta go!¡±


    Kurt sent a final glare in Jack¡¯s direction before sighing in resignation. It wouldn¡¯t do any good. They were out of time. If they lingered any longer, their window of opportunity was sure to close; never to open again. ¡°Fine. Then let¡¯s get moving.¡±


    ¡°Can you run?¡± Vincent whispered to the blonde leaning heavily onto him for support.


    Alice seemed to groan in agony at the mere notion. She closed her eyes. Just a little longer. Try¡­ She quirked a tiny smile. ¡°No choice, right?¡±


    Vincent slipped his hand into hers, gently brushing his thumb along the knuckles of her uninjured hand. ¡°Then don¡¯t let go. If you fall, I can carry you the rest of the way.¡±


    If they weren¡¯t in a life-or-death situation, Alice would¡¯ve entertained letting her feet fail her within the span of a few strides. She had to confess Vincent carried a chivalrous charm about him that never ceased to arouse her interest.


    All the romantic musings in the world wouldn¡¯t mean anything if they didn¡¯t leave now. The burst of gunfire behind them reinforced that fact. More guards rushed into the coliseum to contend with the rioting crowd, or at least what remained of the fortunate ones that hadn¡¯t perished from the shattered dome.


    The group ran. Corridors zoomed by them in a blurred vision of muted colors. All the winding sets of hallways started to look the same in the maze of madness that surrounded them. Only Jack and Matthew seemed to possess a sense of direction.


    They clung to the walls as a part of their charge. Once Matthew signaled the area was clear, they¡¯d continue their run to the west wing. Better to play it cautiously than to whirl past a corner and get riddled to death by a hailstorm of bullets.


    Fortunately, they¡¯d been lucky. The only souls they encountered were a small group of prisoners making a mad dash in the opposite direction. If Alice were pressed to rationalize their motivation, she¡¯d wager they planned on taking their chances escaping through the front gates of the facility. If her assessment proved accurate, those convicts were as good as dead. The guards mounting the towers would gun them down seconds before they made it out of the prison¡¯s courtyard.


    That was their problem. Alice preferred not resembling Swiss cheese with a side of lead.


    The lieutenant¡¯s stomach churned when they descended the set of stairs that led into the basement; a musty smell reeked from the dilapidated walls coated in crude patches of grime and mold. Despite the state of disrepair, the place still carried holding cells and cages. With the prison¡¯s purpose of being a glorified murder factory, respiratory failure seemed benign in comparison to the other carnival of horrors the facility hosted.


    Yet something about this dreary place felt familiar to Alice. Perhaps it was the pungent smell, but bells rang inside the lieutenant¡¯s head. However, the melody they carried offered no hint of nostalgia.


    Needles and blood.


    She shook her head, dispelling the spontaneity of her thoughts. There was little time to be whisked away by the persistent grip of unwanted memories. Not when death followed closely behind them.


    A wooden door sat in the corner of the room. Vincent¡¯s grip tightened on Alice¡¯s hand as a strange mixture of emotions ran across his face. He glanced towards her, offering an awkward smile as he did so. She didn¡¯t feel entirely certain if the boy performed the gesture to ease her discomfort or his own. Still, she could think of far worse views. Alice would accept the sight of a friendly face any day.


    ¡°In here,¡± Matthew said in a hushed whisper. Something harsh lurked in the child¡¯s tone. ¡°It¡¯s dark, but I¡¯ve been out this way before.¡±


    Jack nodded. ¡°The tunnel does have its twists and turns. All of you put your hands on the back of the person in front of you,¡± he instructed. His features darkened as his eyes scanned over his tired companions. ¡°Unless you never wish to see the light of day again.¡±


    The aged door creaked open to reveal a world of darkness; a gloomy place that stood between them and freedom. Before they stepped forward, Kurt piped up.


    ¡°What about our ankle bracelets?¡±


    Jack looked at him with remorse in his eyes. ¡°Afraid my master key is only for rooms within the facility. Doesn¡¯t go to them.¡±


    ¡°How convenient,¡± Kurt said through narrowed eyes.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry I skimmed over that detail. Didn¡¯t exactly wake up with plans to abandon my life.¡±


    ¡°Why did you?¡± Vincent asked.


    Jack looked to him. ¡°Do you really think it wise to have that conversation right now?¡±


    Vincent averted his gaze to the floor. He understood any remaining time they had left was a luxury, one that became increasingly scarce with every passing second.


    Kurt looked to Alice, desperate to puzzle together anything that at least resembled a viable course of action. ¡°In the pit, I saw you burn that lion. How are you still awake?¡±


    For once, Vincent appreciated Kurt¡¯s question. That was honestly something he hadn¡¯t considered. His mind had been more preoccupied on immediate concerns: Namely, survival.


    ¡°I burned clothing,¡± Alice replied in a dry tone.


    ¡°Why?¡±


    Vincent felt a knot tie itself in his gut. Flashes of red ran through his vision as the memories came back to him in a flood. Every impact of the hammer stained him. In a way, the killing came almost too easily, beating remorse in his race of emotions.


    ¡°Any display of power would¡¯ve triggered the tranquilizer. I got some good sleep with it. Besides, it made for a good test. Obviously, there are flaws to their system.¡±


    The teen appreciated her discretion. He¡¯d already grown tired of being called a traitor. The honor of murderer didn¡¯t need added to Kurt¡¯s list of canned remarks he could use to disparage him whenever the boy found himself in one of his moods.


    Jack nodded in agreement. ¡°The tracking has to be turned on. Unless you weren¡¯t accounted for, there¡¯d be little reason for us to use that function.¡±


    ¡°Lucky us, but it doesn¡¯t change our immediate problem,¡± she pointed her thumb at the two teens while she spoke. ¡°How far can they get before they take a trip to la-la land?¡±


    The answer came without hesitation. ¡°Not very far.¡±


    Kurt flicked his tongue across his lips. ¡°We could try something. No guarantee it¡¯ll work, but I could try short-circuiting the bracelet.¡±


    ¡°Others have tried,¡± Jack replied. ¡°Slamming it against hard surfaces, submerging it in water-¡±


    ¡°Zapping it with a surge of electricity?¡±


    The soldier¡¯s eyes widened at the suggestion. ¡°We-well, I can¡¯t honestly say I¡¯ve seen that tried. It could work.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s going to have to,¡± Alice said. ¡°If you¡¯re going to do it, you better act now.¡±


    Kurt slid the leg of his jumpsuit past his ankle and to his shin. The teen bit his lip, looking to his sister for encouragement which came in the form of a nod. Electricity crackled between his fingertips. He pressed on the device attached to him.


    Smoke sparked from the machine. A whirring noise went off as something rotated within the bracelet. Kurt¡¯s face paled upon the sudden sound. Licking his lips, he pressed down once more. The device gave a click before it unlatched itself from his ankle.


    A relieved smile formed on the young man¡¯s face. Where Alice had experienced the sedative, she knew it hit within the span of a minute. Though she couldn¡¯t recall any noise that came with its discharge. He might¡¯ve successfully outwitted the system. That bit of hope brought a smile to her face, one of the only genuine ones she¡¯d experienced since their arrival to Fort Brein.


    ¡°How are you feeling?¡± Vincent asked.


    Kurt smiled. ¡°Like I¡¯ve got the magic touch,¡± he said with elation dancing in his tone. The teen held out his hands. ¡°Well, give me your leg.¡±


    Vincent didn¡¯t need to be told twice, not when the promise of freedom came with his cooperation. He mimicked Kurt, sliding the leg of his pants to his shin.


    The sparks came in an instant. Vincent grunted, feeling the burn from the mechanical device. Again, he considered it a paltry price to pay for a chance at escape.


    For another day with Alice, he thought, unable to resist stealing a glance in the blonde¡¯s direction. His lieutenant smiled at him, which unleashed the butterflies that fluttered in the pit of his stomach. His cheeks heated at the sight of the blonde¡¯s relief.


    The device clattered onto the ground. Vincent kicked the bracelet. The machine skidded along the floor, clanging against one of the nearby cages.


    He felt fine, which was something he never thought he¡¯d experience here. He even felt, for the span of a minute, conveniently forgetting all the verbal jabs the teen had hit him with, that their miserable companion had finally redeemed itself.


    Jack took a handkerchief and wiped it across his head, relieved that Kurt¡¯s plan went off without a hitch. ¡°Thank God.¡±


    ¡°Given I did all the work-¡± Kurt started before an audible noise resounded above them. The slamming of steel doors. They had company; a band of hosts that wouldn¡¯t be too keen on watching them escape their grasp.


    Matthew shot them a look rife with panic. ¡°Come on!¡±


    They advanced into the tunnel. Vincent wasn¡¯t sure why they¡¯d made a show about how dark the room was. While light didn¡¯t exactly illuminate the area, he wouldn¡¯t have described the place as pitch-black.


    He softly looked to Alice as he felt the woman squeeze his hand.


    ¡°Not scared of the dark, are you?¡±


    She shook her head. ¡°Scared I¡¯ll lose you.¡±


    It wasn¡¯t the first time she¡¯d caught him off guard. To be honest, that should¡¯ve been his line to her, given her present condition. Still, the sentiment she voiced gave rise to more heat within his cheeks. It felt nice knowing he remained wanted.


    Everything about her captivated him. Even back then.


    Back then, he thought. He winced at the ensuing headache throbbing against his temples. He struggled to conjure memories of the past. Back when he¡¯d caught glances of her meek form peering around the corner at Derwent¡¯s base?


    No. His enthrallment came even before then. If there ever was a before then. A time celebrated with colored, candy-coated chocolate given to a pair of feeble hands.


    ¡°Are you alright?¡± Alice whispered.


    The group stopped to stare at him. Jack regarded him with an impatient countenance. ¡°We can¡¯t stop now.¡±


    ¡°I kn-know that. I¡¯m fine.¡±


    The eyes all left him, save for the ones belonging to his commanding officer.


    He bit back his pain that came with the headache. He wasn¡¯t sure why he thought of giving candy to anyone. Let alone anyone locked behind a holding cell past the dead bodies of their guardians. It was funny how long a pair of adult men could last when their lungs flooded with water. When they reached out to your leg, looking for any mercy that could be spared. Desperation turning to despair when the eyes they gazed into merely observed their suffering with keen interest.


    The musty smell of the tunnel. The delicate hand he held onto filled with warmth. He knew now he¡¯d seen her before his awakening at the base.


    Alice had definitely been a captive here before. And in the blurriest reaches of his mind, her face seemed clearer than ever to him. He led her to safety. Again. This wasn¡¯t the first time. It couldn¡¯t be.


    ¡°You¡¯re staring,¡± the woman remarked.


    Vincent felt his heart leap into his throat at the bluntness of her statement. It felt like a dream to him. He hadn¡¯t even realized he¡¯d slowly angled his head towards her.


    ¡°Undress her with your eyes elsewhere,¡± Kurt murmured.


    The butterflies in his stomach flew with greater intensity. He nervously looked away, feeling his cheeks sear in embarrassment.


    They continued walking in silence. The tunnel seemed to stretch on into eternity much to the protest of his aching feet. He felt a tug on his sleeve from a smaller hand.


    Vincent turned to face her. Warm lips met his cheek. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as his lieutenant pressed a finger against his mouth. ¡°I didn¡¯t say I had a problem with it,¡± she whispered.


    He stifled back nervous laughter. He had to get a grip on himself. Now wasn¡¯t the time to be indulging in fantasy. Even if he¡¯d have found contentment with any escape involving her.


    After another minute of walking, they found light that bled into the caverns they traversed. A bright world promising salvation awaited them.


    He squeezed Alice¡¯s hand as he spared another glance at the woman. She looked seconds away from collapsing. He pulled her close to him, letting the blonde rest her head into his chest.


    Freedom had never looked brighter, yet still seemed so far away.

 Chapter 22: Loyalty and Honor

    Chapter 22: Loyalty and Honor


    Matthew Fairchild winced at the bright light that assaulted his vision. He blinked, an undeniable smile gracing his lips as he glanced back toward his companions. ¡°We-we made it.¡±


    Jack couldn¡¯t help but chuckle lightly at the child¡¯s enthusiasm. ¡°Well, not quite yet. We still gotta put some distance between us and this place before you can say that.¡±


    Kurt frowned as he watched Vincent and Alice traverse the last stretch of the cliff, skidding to a stop a few feet away from him.


    The blonde wasn¡¯t looking so well.


    ¡°Making it, Alice?¡±


    The lieutenant gave a soft hum of acknowledgment as she shuffled forward, her legs feeling as if they were weighted down by lead. It was no good. She was only slowing them down at this rate. She resisted the urge to grimace at the sticky wetness coating her side.


    Stopping beneath a tree, the blonde released her companion¡¯s hand as she leaned back against it and sat down. She tilted her head toward the sky. Sweet, beautiful sky. She had honestly feared she would never see it again. She closed her eyes. If she was going to die, at least it wouldn¡¯t be within the walls of that vile place. She had beaten it.


    ¡°Alice?¡±


    The blonde didn¡¯t need her eyesight to recognize that sweet voice, the light inflection unmistakable to her ears. Oh, if only she had more time. Time to say all the things that weighed upon her heart. She wasn¡¯t certain why, after all these years, God had chosen to send him back to her. However, she was grateful for the miracle, nonetheless. Perhaps it was so that she would have these last few moments to cherish.


    I¡­I don¡¯t want to go.


    The sudden thought gripped the teen¡¯s heart in a cold vice. Her eyes snapped open as she stole a glance at the questioning eyes aimed in her direction. She couldn¡¯t be selfish. She had to send them ahead. If there was any hope for their continued survival, she would have to let them go. Let HIM go.


    Beginning to feel lightheaded, the blonde closed her eyes once more. ¡°You guys¡­need to go on without me. I¡¯ll only slow you down, and you can¡¯t afford that.¡±


    ¡°What?!¡± Vincent shouted, appalled. The girl couldn¡¯t be serious! Leave the love of his life behind? He¡¯d rather die!


    ¡°The hell we will!¡± Kurt retorted.


    Alice forced her eyes open, gently placing a hand on Vincent¡¯s shoulder as he knelt in front of her. ¡°Th-tha-that¡¯s an order, soldier.¡±


    ¡°Then I¡¯m afraid I¡¯m going to have to refuse those orders, Lieutenant,¡± Vincent returned, grasping her hand. Even in her fragile state, her soft hands were filled with such warmth. Warmth he was desperate to hold onto.


    ¡°And I¡¯m not one of your soldiers, so you can forget it,¡± Kurt spoke as he made his way over to them.


    Any retort the lieutenant may have given left with the blurring of her vision. Vincent¡¯s concerned expression faded into a crimson hue. He seemed so sad. The sight of it ached her heart, seeing him look so distressed. Yet no purpose lied within lamentation. With the way she felt, she imagined the entire group would collectively share his sorrow before much longer.


    The sensation reminded the woman of bathing. Her mind swam deep into the warmth, and the world around her submerged itself with the plunge.


    ¡°Alice,¡± begged Vincent. ¡°Please¡­ You-you can¡¯t¡­ Not like this.¡±


    Visible worry emerged on Kurt¡¯s face. He knelt next to the blonde, his composure diminishing with the panic-stricken tone of Vincent¡¯s voice. He pressed his index and middle fingers against her throat.


    She had a pulse. All they had in return was an opportunity.


    His eyes darted to Vincent. He masked his disgust as the youth plead her name again.


    ¡°We need to treat her. Now is as good a time as any.¡±


    Jack approached them, planting his palm onto the trunk of the tree. ¡°We need to keep moving,¡± he said. His eyes narrowed at the young teen. ¡°I¡¯m not thrilled with how this has played out, but at least we¡¯re alive. I can¡¯t make any guarantees we¡¯ll remain that way. Not if we linger here.¡±


    Vincent lifted his foot and took a bounded step forward, placing himself within a few feet from the soldier. ¡°No one is asking for guarantees. She gets treated.¡±


    ¡°With what?¡± Jack asked, visible frustration crossed his face. ¡°We have no medicine, nothing on hand to clean her cuts,¡± he declared before he knelt next to Kurt. The soldier wrapped his fingers around the corner of the woman¡¯s shirt. He lifted straight, revealing the gash that had formed on her side. In the center of it hung a lump of skin. The sides of it were splayed like hunks of sliced meat.


    Vincent¡¯s stomach turned at the sight. Kurt¡¯s followed similar motions of queasiness as images of the butchery he witnessed inside the cold storage flashed a little too freshly within his mind.


    ¡°And how about this?¡± Jack inquired; his face twisted in rage with every word spoken. ¡°Got a sewing kit to stitch that up?¡±


    Vincent looked away from the soldier with a mocha-colored complexion. He didn¡¯t find his answers neatly awaiting him on the horizon. All he saw was a sun that would inevitably set before too long. Dusk would be upon them, taking away the precious, little visibility they had. Visibility they remained in dire need of for their departure.


    ¡°She¡¯s going to die,¡± Jack declared.


    Vincent glared hot embers at their ally. Though, with his proclamations, it remained hard to continue to see him in that light. ¡°I won¡¯t allow it.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re assuming that¡¯s your call, that this is a situation you can control. It¡¯s not. All our hours come and go. Whether you like or not, her hour has come,¡± Jack said. His tone and expression softened upon realizing his words were doing more harm than good to his companion. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Vincent. I don¡¯t want this either, but it won¡¯t be long. If you care for her, if you, yourself, want to survive, adhere to her wishes.¡±


    The teen felt the hooks sink into him. Guilt tugged on those invisible blades, making the prospect of rejection difficult. He considered the offer, the explanation provided at least sounded logical.


    Truth: Vincent had little use for such logic. Not because he was a contrarian. He didn¡¯t regard himself a fool unless it were considered foolish to have loved in the first place. No, his rejection of his lieutenant¡¯s order was born of selfishness. A part of himself lied there bleeding with her. He couldn¡¯t help but wonder if the sun would shine brightly overhead anymore without her in his life.


    He looked to Jack with renewed resolve. He refused to find out.


    ¡°She¡¯s just going to have to wake up and yell at me. Sorry, but I can¡¯t obey,¡± he said before he cradled Alice¡¯s head onto his lap. ¡°It¡¯s because I care for her that I can¡¯t accept such a stupid order.¡±


    Kurt frowned at the display. Instead of voicing his displeasure, he kept his mind focused on solutions. There was a time and place for contending with Vincent. Fighting him when they advocated for the same outcome seemed a waste of precious time. Time that ticked away with every word spoken. With minutes now even appearing to be a fleeting commodity.


    ¡°We could use her hair in lieu of thread,¡± Kurt declared. Wasn¡¯t the craziest thing he could try. It was fine and long enough to serve the function it would need to for stitching. ¡°You sure you don¡¯t have anything on hand?¡±


    Jack narrowed his brow. He at least gave the question its due consideration.


    ¡°A paper clip, a safety pin? I¡¯ll take anything, Jack. Come on.¡±


    The soldier¡¯s eyes widened as the solution clicked into place. He raised the hem of his pant leg. Attached to it was a safety pin.


    Leo had shown Kurt something like that once with one of his pairs of dress pants. The commander claimed it worked wonders in quelling static build up. He imagined Jack kept it there for a similar purpose.


    ¡°Good, and do you have a knife?¡±


    Much to the teen¡¯s relief, the soldier unveiled a pocketknife from the right side of his pants.


    And he said we didn¡¯t have a sewing kit, Kurt thought with a triumphant smile. Little did that man know he was a portable cabinet for crafts, or at the very least a boon for impromptu medical care with a budget comprised of lint and, dare he say, miracles.


    Matthew bit his lip, choosing that moment to grasp onto the shocked soldier¡¯s hand. ¡°Do-don¡¯t worry,¡± he sniffed, quickly wiping his tears as he tried desperately to believe his own words. He had to be strong. He didn¡¯t want to think about what might happen if he were to be considered weak. After all, weakness is what got you left behind¡­or killed. He shook his head before continuing in a much more confident voice. ¡°She won¡¯t die. She can¡¯t.¡±


    Jack¡¯s brow furrowed as he glanced down at the child clinging desperately to his sleeve. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he reached over to pat the boy¡¯s head with his other hand. ¡°Well, I¡¯m afraid no one is immortal, Matthew.¡±


    ¡°She is,¡± the boy immediately protested. ¡°They call her Golden Phoenix, right? Phoenixes are immortal, so she can¡¯t die.¡±


    ¡°Matthew-¡±


    ¡°She can¡¯t die! She can¡¯t!¡±


    Kurt¡¯s hands started to shake as he carefully gripped a strand of his sister¡¯s hair. Here goes nothing. Selecting a single strand, he cut it away. Yes! The teen was unable to keep the smile from his face as he gazed at the clean cut with pride. No frays. This was going to work!


    He took the safety pin in his left hand and undid the clasp to reveal a fine, pointed tip. With a twist, Kurt broke the clasp.


    How he wished he had a proper needle and thread. He¡¯d patched people up before; not like this, but he supposed there was a first time for everything.


    It¡¯s just your sister¡¯s life. No pressure, he thought. His eyes scanned his companions for any sign of encouragement. At least they looked as frightened as he did.


    The teen aimed the point of the pin into proper positioning with the strand of hair he held, inserting it through the stripped flesh. He pinched the skin as he fed his makeshift thread and pin through her side.


    Red stained the teen¡¯s fingers as he began his work. Pin and thread jabbed in and looped out, closing gashed skin with every repetitive motion. For a neophyte, he felt the job didn¡¯t look half bad for something improvised on such short notice. Even if the patching had been crudely done, the others couldn¡¯t object; not unless they were privy to a clinic that awaited them in the wilderness staffed with a team of benevolent souls that wouldn¡¯t report them. His efforts would have to be enough.


    Pockets of crimson peeked out of the threaded side. The gash was sutured as well as they could manage with what little material they had on hand. Alice would be in pain. Excruciatingly so. It wouldn¡¯t be solely from his amateur patchwork.


    She had broken ribs. He was certain of that from the way she¡¯d walked. Prior to fainting, when the woman was lucid and awake, a harsh reaction paraded on her face in naked display with every breath she dared to take. Every laborious breath.


    There was little he could do for her. Time and a pack of ice would be the only things that could help with fractured ribs. They had precious, little time and no ice. No water, come to think of it.


    Kurt raised his head. Concerned faces looked back at him. A hint of relief lurked among the multitude of expressions that met his eyes, though nothing resembling peace was found. Until they made it out of this mess, he didn¡¯t expect any of them would.


    The kitchen slave, Matthew, raised the back of his hand to Kurt¡¯s face, wiping away the tears that had stained his cheeks. He accepted a hug from the boy, eager to cling onto anything that wouldn¡¯t have him crumble into bits and pieces before everyone. In truth, he hadn¡¯t even realized he¡¯d been crying this whole time.


    And they still had so much further to go.


    ****


    If General Vladsco were pressed to describe the sight before him, he would¡¯ve said a tornado ripped through the prison. Bodies were strewn about the courtyard. The soldiers had already begun to burn them.


    The putrid stench was a familiar companion to him. It reminded the aged general of when Moscow fell so long ago. When the last, real civilization that had resisted the tyranny of religious fanatics crumbled in the wake of endless war. Russia, the most glorious nation in Europe, burned into the ashes of history as nothing more than another memory, a relic of better days.


    He¡¯d seen the damage done to his coliseum. The dome above the arena had been shattered. The shards of glass littering the floor glimmered underfoot like a million miniature stars beneath the light of the full moon.


    His precious lions had been shot dead. One of the majestic creatures had been burned beyond all recognition. No doubt the work of Golden Phoenix.


    Vladsco brought his handkerchief to his lip, wiping it. He remembered seeing a lion when he was a small child: Moskovsky Zoopark. The majestic beast he laid his unworthy eyes upon humbled him. With a mighty chest and a beautiful mane, he remembered trembling before it. Not out of fear. Out of anger. The impudence of man to cage such a powerful creature. Put it on display like some sort of perverse trophy. Such a predator deserved freedom.


    He didn¡¯t understand how things were back then, not with the same clarity he possessed now. Powerful creatures deserved preservation. Why relegate their existence to pictures and books? In a way, it was one of the only things he had managed to reclaim from the days of old.


    The Order saw little point in zoos. Preservation was the last thing they thought of when hammering together their new world. The demise of the lions may have signaled the end of their species. Such a pitiful way to go, the general thought. He feared he was the only man alive that would truly mourn the significance of what happened underneath the very roof he once considered a sanctuary of sorts.


    Sanctity¡¯s a romantic notion. It never existed. Not with these charlatans.


    One of his orderlies approached him. A bald man with black skin and a bushy mustache. He seemed hesitant to speak.


    ¡°How many?¡± the general asked, the rage in his tone concealed only by his need for cooperation. He wanted answers, not blood. There would be plenty of time to indulge such pleasures later.


    ¡°Permission to speak freely, Sir?¡±


    The soldier must¡¯ve been new. Most men remained aware Vladsco had never been one to tolerate false pretenses. Manners were a must, but truth mattered more to him.


    The general acknowledged the corporal¡¯s request.


    ¡°Forty-five of our men. Two hundred thirty-seven Unnaturals.¡±


    Vladsco glared daggers into the man. The soldier must¡¯ve expected that, given the way he flinched at the general¡¯s expression.


    Everything he¡¯d worked so hard to achieve was crumbling around him. The old world he missed, the new one he''d adapted to in his desperation to survive: All of it was being stolen from him.


    The population of the prison had been approximately seven hundred Touched, according to the last tally that had been calculated. Fort Brein housed eighty-seven soldiers. In his absence, he¡¯d lost half of his men.


    He should¡¯ve shot Golden Phoenix on sight. His desire to preserve such a wonder had stayed his hand, and he was paying dearly for it. Normally, he could rationalize. Think through problems with poise. He didn¡¯t have a clue what to do.


    The capital was a lost cause. Though he relished the sight of the emperor being torn asunder by the infuriated mob, he¡¯d burned his bridges there. He¡¯d been reckless in his desire to see retribution. He even provided shelter to the one responsible. It wouldn¡¯t take much in the way of detective work to figure out his role in Shiro¡¯s demise.


    Vladsco took a deep breath. Though his worries didn¡¯t leave with the ensuing exhalation, it helped ease his mind. Right now, he needed to formulate a plan. He was still in control.


    Take Charlotte, the emperor¡¯s daughter: He guided the young woman¡¯s anger to a more constructive use. She eliminated an obstacle for him. He ensured her safety, relocating the woman within the warm confines of a cabin in Rose Point. The town was comprised of good, Christian people; a merciful contrast to the unwashed hordes burning the capital.


    If he could singlehandedly bring down the head of the state so easily, imagine what he could do to get out of this situation.


    ¡°Sir?¡± the soldier asked.


    He regarded the man with a smile. ¡°We have a lot of work to do. But first, you¡¯ll do me a small courtesy.¡±


    ¡°Of course, Sir.¡±


    ¡°Bring me the ones responsible for this fiasco.¡±


    The man swallowed. ¡°The prisoners involved are unaccounted for, Sir. We believe they escaped the prison.¡±


    ¡°Not them,¡± Vladsco clarified. ¡°Though I do expect you to dispatch a party to go and kill them by any means necessary.¡±


    He received a nod from the soldier; the man¡¯s mind looked to be racing in several different directions.


    ¡°I want the ones who sanctioned this event without my authorization.¡±


    The corporal signaled to a group of soldiers. The uniformed men dragged three people in their custody. Vladsco wasn¡¯t surprised to see Cain among them. Simpering like a wounded animal. If he weren¡¯t devoid of dignity, he would¡¯ve suffered in silence. Any tears he shed were a waste to the memory of the fine people he allowed to perish on his watch.


    All three men were forced onto their knees. The guards behind them trained their rifles on their captives, barrels pointed at the backs of their heads.


    His eyes lingered to the animal handler; a heavyset fellow dressed in a garish shirt decorated in fauna. He looked prepared for vacation. ¡°I suppose you¡¯re out of a job, huh?¡±


    ¡°I can explain,¡± the man sputtered.


    Vladsco gave the signal, two fingers swiftly raised before they fell. The soldier stationed behind him fired. The man fell to the floor, dead, with the fluids in his head going with him.


    Footsteps clicked along the floor. The tip of the general¡¯s boots directed themselves towards the second man; a solider by the name of Carter. Vladsco could smell his type a mile away: Nothing more than a useful idiot eager to please with empty praise. The type of shallowness befitting of a politician rather than a man decorated in uniform.


    He gave the signal, and the man joined the animal handler in his vacation from living. Words needn¡¯t be spared for such trash.


    Cain looked up at him with a pleading look in his remaining eye. The other organ had been decimated. An open sore filled with blood rested in its place.


    ¡°They did this,¡± his son whimpered. ¡°Vincent. Alice. They all-¡±


    The general clutched the boy¡¯s throat with a gloved hand. Curled fingers gagged his words. Vladsco brought his face down to the boy. He wouldn¡¯t waste his breath. There was no point in asking him what he did. The destruction of the arena, the lost prisoners, the senseless carnage¡­it all spoke for itself in the end.


    Blood vessels emerged in Cain¡¯s other eye. Color left his face with the deprivation of oxygen.


    When the general felt certain the boy lingered close enough to the edge, he unleashed his grip. Cain fell to his feet, greedily sucking in air. Air that was too good for the likes of him.


    ¡°I should pluck out your other eye and feed it to you.¡±


    Cain remained preoccupied with sucking in air, writhing along the ground like a wounded dog.


    ¡°Where is Vincent, 010? Where is my Golden Phoenix?¡±


    The boy looked up at him. Hatred shone prominently within his remaining eye. ¡°They escaped, Father. Isn¡¯t that obvious?¡±


    Even now, in his desperate situation, he felt confident enough that Vladsco wouldn¡¯t kill him. Here he lied on the ground before him, and he still couldn¡¯t resist giving him lip.


    The general closed his eyes. He¡¯d lost almost everything; the only reminder of his past came in the form of this spiteful creature lying before him. How it would¡¯ve pained Lydia to see the way her son turned out. The boy was his failing, one he couldn¡¯t bear the reminder of anymore.


    ¡°You¡¯ve had it easy up till now. Doing whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted. All in the company of men that despise your very being.¡±


    Cain looked away from him. Not that shame was going to stop the general. Not anymore.


    ¡°You¡¯re no different than the ones you¡¯ve tormented. Unnatural. Touched,¡± a smile pursed Vladsco¡¯s lips. ¡°Death here would be too good for you. You wouldn¡¯t be humbled by it.¡±


    The general looked over the railing, hiding his expression from his son. His forced countenance replaced with a frown. ¡°You want to act like an animal, you get to live like one. Go follow the footsteps of the ones you tormented. Leave.¡±


    ¡°What are you-¡± Cain¡¯s eyes widened with stark realization. The ice beneath him was melting and the fall had become inevitable.


    ¡°You will live the rest of your life in hiding,¡± the general coldly answered. ¡°Struggling for food, darting in and out of towns like a mouse scurrying under shadows and holes. You¡¯ll see just what it¡¯s like having to live in fear like the people you¡¯ve spent your days tormenting.¡±


    Cain pleaded to him. ¡°Pl-please. Don¡¯t.¡±


    ¡°After you leave, I¡¯ll ring in a bulletin letting every town in a hundred-mile radius know about you. They¡¯ll hunt you down. As far as what they¡¯ll do to you, I imagine your mind can form a more colorful picture than what I can describe.¡±


    Another bit of blubbering came from the miserable form on the floor. ¡°I¡¯ll die.¡±


    ¡°Then die,¡± came the general¡¯s cold response as his men picked the teen up. They carted his protesting son off, his cries falling on deaf ears.


    He had nothing left to lose now.


    ****


    Pain. Tremors shot through the girl¡¯s side in spasms, the searing pain a stark contrast to the chill seeping into the edges of her limbs. The fog of slumber still heavily weighing in her mind, she only briefly considered why she would be cold.


    Next, came the noises. So far away at first before gaining clarity. Voices?


    Another tremor shot through her side, a feeling not all that different from what a paper would likely feel as it were being ripped in two.


    She awakened; a scream, unbidden, escaped her lungs.


    ¡°Shh,¡± a soft voice to her immediate right cooed. A finger gently brushed her lips. ¡°You¡¯re safe now.¡±


    If being safe entailed a stabbing pain tearing through her side, she shuddered to imagine what being in peril would resemble.


    She faced the figure offering comfort. Golden eyes gleamed in the light of a nearby fire, its own presence announced by the crackling of sticks that the flames eagerly fed upon in their avarice.


    Wait!


    Several facts immediately became apparent. Evening had given way to night. They were stationed outside, vulnerable to the elements. Most importantly, smoke emanated from the fire, providing a trail that could lead their enemies straight to their location.


    Alice jerked forward from her position. A ripping sensation tore through her side from the sudden momentum. The teen next to her looked at her in mute horror. She trembled as he placed his hands on her, pressing her body back onto the ground.


    ¡°H-hey, you can¡¯t be doing that.¡±


    ¡°Vincent¡­the fire,¡± she said, struggling to make the utterance she did amid the ocean of tears welling within her eyes.


    He placed his finger to his lips. ¡°Shh. It¡¯s alright. Jack is on watch right now. Nothing has happened.¡±


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    Yet, she thought.


    ¡°I¡­er¡­we had to keep you warm,¡± Vincent said with a reassuring smile. He ran a finger along the bridge of his nose, removing a clump of dirt that had taken occupancy there. ¡°We can¡¯t have you going into shock.¡±


    Something shifted to the left of the fire. She recognized the troubled-looking figure¡¯s sour expression immediately.


    ¡°Or breaking your stitches,¡± Kurt remarked. The boy¡¯s frown deepened as he studied her. ¡°Which I¡¯ll wager you just did with that little maneuver.¡±


    Stitches?


    The woman¡¯s eyes drifted to her jumpsuit. Tolerating the pain, she willed herself to lift the corner of the polyester shirt. Her eyes widened as they took notice of the source of her misery.


    Kurt had been right, not that the technician needed to hear such affirmations. A segment of thread jutted out with parted skin dangling against it. The wound appeared vibrant in its redness. Fresh fluid leaked from the opening, much to the woman¡¯s displeasure.


    ¡°Alice,¡± Vincent whispered.


    Kurt brushed past the flabbergasted youth, uninterested in his concern. He reached into his pocket. The light of the fire revealed the handle to a penknife. With a flick of his finger onto the stud, the blade extended from its folded position. The boy took his other hand and clasped a strand of hair between his fingers before he cut it from her head.


    At least now Alice knew the origins of the material used to suture her wound.


    The boy grumbled as he fished deeply into his other pocket. A needle emerged in between his fingers. She did not care, let alone want, to know where he¡¯d procured something like that during their exodus from the prison.


    He began to work. Vincent held tightly onto her shoulders while Kurt jabbed the small pin around the disturbed flesh. The dam holding back her tears gave way from the pricks. A sharp jab, followed by the pull of skin. Another jab, this one far harsher in its thrust, with precision reduced to an afterthought in the motion.


    Patching her up was a quick and dirty job, one her self-appointed doctor took no pleasure in carrying out when his only reward came in the form of her sobs.


    God, why didn¡¯t they let her die in the arms of sleep¡¯s gentle embrace? Why didn¡¯t they listen to her? Here she lied, quivering on the ground, reduced to nothing more than an emotional wreck. What use could she be to her companions when every breath she dared take resulted in molten hell rampaging deep inside her bones?


    Vincent wiped her tears, whispering words of encouragement as he did so. They were the expected platitudes. It¡¯ll be okay. I¡¯ve got you. Hang in there. The encouragement all droned on the same to her. The only thing she could think of was the pain.


    Her respite came only when Kurt drew the wound to a close with a final tug. He examined his handiwork with a frown pulling against the corners of his lips. Doubt crossed his features, a far cry from the admiration she¡¯d hoped to see reflected in his stare. Then again, it took everything in her not to look at the crude stitchwork and toss aside her own disgust with the result.


    ¡°Lie down,¡± he commanded.


    From the way she felt from the experience, an apology would¡¯ve been preferable.


    ¡°Get her closer to the fire,¡± Kurt instructed Vincent. ¡°Besides, I think you¡¯ve had enough quality-time with her.¡±


    Quality-time? Since when was huddling against an unconscious person¡¯s form considered such a thing? She couldn¡¯t make sense of it. Especially considering the subject of the embrace, namely herself, had one foot firmly planted in a grave.


    ¡°She needs the company,¡± Vincent said. The finality in the young man¡¯s tone made it clear he held no interest in debating the matter.


    Kurt¡¯s face twisted in disgust, like he¡¯d chomped down on a lemon. ¡°Do I need to spell it out for you, Vincent? Get. Off. My. Sister.¡±


    Amber eyes smoldered with irritation.


    Alice shared the teen¡¯s frustration. Kurt made the situation sound like Vincent had mounted himself on her, humping her brains out, based on his word choice. If it weren¡¯t for the pain that would have followed, she might¡¯ve considered laughing at the absurdity of the scenario.


    Kurt¡¯s eyes flashed to the knife he held. The wheels in his head began to turn when he brought his gaze to Vincent. Something malevolent flashed there. Something unsettling.


    Vincent gently rested Alice¡¯s head on the ground before he stood. He stormed over to the shorter youth, smacking the weapon out of his hand. He whispered something to him, words too faint to register for Alice¡¯s ears. She didn¡¯t care what sentiments he shared. This whole mess had escalated in the worst way.


    Before she could negotiate a solution, a voice spoke from the distance.


    ¡°What is going on here?¡±


    She shifted her position, much to the protest of her ribs. Alice caught sight of the man that had betrayed his own faction to save them, his face rife with concern. His interests had previously been focused on outside threats. The greatest danger to the group, however, seemed to reside within.


    Kurt muttered under his breath, much to the soldier¡¯s chagrin.


    ¡°I¡¯ve risked everything for you people,¡± Jack said, making no effort to conceal his outrage. His expression darkened with each step toward them. ¡°I can¡¯t go back.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t understand,¡± said Kurt in desperation.


    ¡°I understand, if I go back, they¡¯ll kill me. And I didn¡¯t throw away my future to have you turn on each other. You people are jeopardizing the minuscule chance I have left.¡°


    ¡°It¡¯s not like that.¡±


    He struck the teen across the face, sending him to the ground. Kurt looked up at him in a stupor, disbelieving of the fact the man had laid hands on him.


    ¡°Bull-fuckin¡¯-shit. You were pointing a knife at your own ally. God only knows what would¡¯ve happened if I hadn¡¯t come back when I did.¡±


    Kurt lowered his head to the ground. The truth behind his words beat him down harder than any physical blow he¡¯d received.


    Jack turned to Alice with an apologetic glance. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. What I said wasn¡¯t Christianly.¡±


    ¡°But it¡¯s true,¡± she said as she trained her cold stare on her companion. ¡°We already have people hunting us. From the way things are going here, we¡¯re going to beat them to that whole killing bit.¡±


    ¡°Alice-¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t you ¡®Alice¡¯ me, Kurt. You¡¯re out of control.¡±


    Kurt glanced at the group. Matthew had long since awakened from his slumber, huddled by the fire as he looked at the teen with revulsion. Shame averted his gaze away from the rest of the group.


    Jack sat next to Alice, resting the end of his rifle on the ground. ¡°You¡¯re in bad shape.¡±


    Truer words never spoken, the lieutenant thought.


    His forehead creased as he looked upon her with a pitiful countenance. ¡°With as much blood as you¡¯ve lost, you very well could go into shock at any moment. We run into any trouble, it¡¯s curtains for you.¡±


    ¡°I know that.¡±


    Jack¡¯s eyes darted to Vincent. His face softened. ¡°Continue to keep her warm. I normally wouldn¡¯t ask that of you, given you¡¯ve held her all day, but something tells me you¡¯re precisely where you wish to be,¡± he said. He brushed a hand through his hair before he regarded the lieutenant with a kind smile. ¡°With her.¡±


    Alice felt her heart skip a beat well before the boy caressed her head back onto his shoulder. Fortunately for her, he was unable to see her face do an impression of a tomato. She closed her eyes and relaxed.


    For a moment, the serenity that came in tandem with the silence made her almost forget her pain. The scent of earth-kissed skin reached her nose.


    She didn¡¯t want to sleep, but she found the temptation too inviting to resist as dreams took hold of her. Her heart slowed, and it wasn¡¯t long before she fell unconscious once more in the tender arms of her subordinate. Her Vincent.


    ****


    Wakefulness came warmly, almost overwhelmingly so, as the sweet melody of chirping birds greeted the young woman¡¯s ears.


    So warm¡­


    Sapphire eyes fluttered open. Despite the dull ache in her side, the blonde couldn¡¯t seem to keep the tranquil smile from her lips as she beheld the peacefully slumbering face mere inches from her own.


    Wait, what?!


    The girl felt her heart leap into her throat as she turned her head, stealing a glance around their camp.


    So far, it seemed that she was the only one to have awakened. Matthew rested a few feet away, curled into a ball next to what remained of their fire.


    She turned back to stare into the boyish face. His breath, in cooperation with her own sense of embarrassment, heated her cheeks. Full lips sat pursed together. His facial structure narrow and complemented with a prominent jaw. He could¡¯ve pursued a career as a male model if he¡¯d really wanted to do so. Yet he¡¯d been more interested in pursuing her.


    Sapphire eyes drifted to his lips. That first taste had been so brief, but oh, how the softness had overwhelmed her.


    Her heart pounded. She glanced back to the slumbering crowd. Reassured that life would not stir into their eyes, she decided to do something admittedly selfish.


    Alice took her thumb and brushed it across his cheekbone. Inches, difficult as they were to conquer, found themselves traversed as she made her move towards the male. Her eyes began to narrow, preparing to close them in anticipation of the stolen kiss she planned to seize with a robber¡¯s delight.


    Amber eyes fluttered to life. A sound squeaked in her throat as she froze into place. She was fortunate he hadn¡¯t jerked his head forward, given the gash on her forehead. She would¡¯ve found it preferable if he hadn¡¯t been such a light sleeper.


    ¡°G-good morning, Alice,¡± he said in a voice that could have stripped her panties off her in its suave timidity. ¡°I¡¯m glad to see you¡¯re awake.¡±


    She simultaneously could and could not say the same thing about him. Instead, she nodded.


    ¡°A-are you, um¡­feeling alright?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m f-fine.¡±


    ¡°You look like you¡¯re running a fever,¡± he said. He pressed a hand to her forehead, eyes observing her in keen interest. ¡°Warm, that¡¯s for sure.¡±


    She definitely felt that way. Though to say the feeling emerged from any type of illness was inaccurate.


    He cocked his head, running his finger along his face. Black residue stained the appendage, which only deepened the red she felt burning inside her cheeks.


    Dear God.


    She¡¯d forgotten about her hands when she generated all that fire from the previous day. Now he had the evidence of her less-than-pure intentions smattered all over him.


    Vincent eyeballed the smudge for but a scant moment. Bemusement crossed his fine features before he gave her a grin. The kind of subtle tug of the lips that said, ¡°I know.¡±


    One of the members of their party rolled over, the sudden sound banished the emergent smile previously affixed to the young man¡¯s face. He raised to his feet, extending her a hand as a courtesy.


    The agitation stinging Alice¡¯s side demanded a slow rise. She obeyed at her body¡¯s behest. The last thing she desired was to have her butcher of a brother start stabbing at her again in his efforts to mend the stitches.


    Her leg trembled in the face of the slow speed she moved. She winced as she felt the appendage buckle beneath her.


    Grass stains and ripped stitches did not await her. Instead, her descent transformed into an ascent as the world around her flipped. She found herself perched in the arms of her cadet. He looked upon her startled form with a coy smile.


    ¡°I¡¯m starting to think you like being held by me.¡±


    She bit the corner of her lip as the others stirred to life. Matthew awakened first, wiping the crud from his eyes before he found himself cocking his head in confusion, no doubt the result of seeing the lieutenant being carried in such a manner.


    ¡°You¡­you shouldn¡¯t talk that way about your commanding officer.¡±


    The smile widened on the youth¡¯s features, betraying his thoughts to the contrary.


    ¡°We-well, say something. That¡¯s an order from your commanding officer,¡± she said in a desperate bid to muster anything resembling authority. She sounded more like a nervous schoolgirl with a weak pair of knees and crossed legs instead of projecting the clout of a superior.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know. I have concerns, Alice.¡±


    She felt more squeamish. He deliberately took his time getting out his words.


    ¡°Wh-what concerns?¡±


    ¡°Well, what is a cadet to do when he catches his commanding officer caressing his cheek? Seem a little¡­¡± he trailed off with a devil¡¯s smile, teasing forbidden knowledge. ¡°¡­well, scandalous, if I must say so, myself.¡±


    Jack woke up, gawking at the pair. If he carried suspicions of something going on between them, this sight only confirmed them.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t say I had a problem with it,¡± Vincent continued, echoing her words in the tunnel back to her.


    Alice¡¯s heart thundered. Dangerous talk carelessly spoken threatened to make it shoot out of her chest cavity like a bullet.


    ¡°P-put me down this instant.¡±


    He let out a cheery laugh before he gently placed her feet back onto the earth. She¡¯d clearly created a monster; one that delighted in teasing her in all the right ways.


    One that made her feel things she¡¯d long since discarded.


    No. Get ahold of yourself. You know how it¡¯s going to end.


    No matter how many times her brain echoed the thought, her racing heart refused to listen. Placing a hand briefly to her chest, she closed her eyes. Even now, she could feel its raptured melody.


    Ba-bump! Ba-thump!


    The blonde swallowed, attempting to collect the remainder of her nerves that hadn¡¯t pooled into jelly at the amber-eyed angel¡¯s feet.


    Matthew beamed as he bounded over to grasp the girl by the hand. ¡°Morning, Miss Phoenix.¡±


    Alice couldn¡¯t help but smile. The poor boy. She had probably given him quite the scare yesterday. Truth be told, she didn¡¯t want to even remotely consider how many times the child had stared death in the face during his short life.


    Jack was next to approach the pair, awkwardly scratching the back of his head as a knowing grin tugged at his lips. ¡°You, uh, seem to be in rare form this morning. Glad to see you up and about.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, well, I think our energies are best directed toward getting us the hell outta here,¡± a third voice spoke, drawing the group¡¯s attention to the dark-haired teen sitting just on the edge of their camp.


    Kurt focused his gaze upon his sister. I know. I saw, his eyes said in their stern judgment.


    Once again, the blonde felt her heart leap into her throat as she stared elsewhere, not eager to provoke another fight with her brother. She already knew he¡¯d be filing the sight of her being held by Vincent away for further reference under the label: ¡®Things to Loiter Over Your Sister.¡¯ Or one entitled: ¡®Even More Reasons to Hate Vincent.¡¯


    ¡°Well,¡± Jack began, an apology weighing in his tone as he brushed a hand through his hair again, ¡°I¡¯m afraid he does have a point. The longer we linger here¡­¡±


    The soldier didn¡¯t need to finish his sentence. They had several months¡¯ worth of material they¡¯d lived through to imagine how sticking around ended. A few bullets to the head, and that¡¯d be if the party hunting them felt any inclination towards mercy.


    Alice¡¯s stomach grumbled in discontent. She could practically hear Cain yelling dinner time, his sneer echoing inside her head. He hadn¡¯t provided them a last meal. Shame too. Hunger made it hard to think when it made itself known. She hoped that was the underlying reason for her sibling¡¯s crazed behavior from the other night. Yet a part of her doubted that food would improve his disposition. Not when fantasies of murder manifested so easily from the young man¡¯s darkest desires.


    They began to move. As they did so, one trudging step at a time, she thought back to her training. Price called it feed-training.


    The game was simple. When he found himself to be in one of his moods, and such discoveries came easily, he¡¯d sometimes pick out a handful of cadets. They¡¯d all be dragged off to one of the holding cells in the basement of their operations center. There, they¡¯d be deprived of food for about a day, provided a meager ration to tide them over. A single day turned into two more. No meal came until the third day. It¡¯d be a single ration meant to be shared among them.


    Starvation did terrible things to people. Captive soldiers would bleed each other to have a scrap of food. That was the goal of the psychotic game: Who was willing to do whatever it takes to survive? She¡¯d been a participant, herself, a time or two. Nearly got killed in the process for her troubles. Same could be said for the men she¡¯d burned that took a swing at her for snatching the ration.


    You going to sit there and starve? Fine. You¡¯ll get no pity from me.


    She could hear her deceased superior harp at her from even beyond the grave. For all his imagined bellowing, a day amounted to nothing in the grand scheme of things. It¡¯s when a day turned into two. Then three. That¡¯s when people truly lost themselves. That¡¯s when the real problems would arise.


    ****


    Don¡¯t make me kill you.


    Kurt Landon shot nervous glances toward the brunette male clinging to his sister. The same one that lifted her into his arms earlier that morning. On the surface, it seemed innocent enough.


    Digging uncovered a message, one intended for Kurt. One that conveyed the man could do whatever he wanted. Even threaten him.


    Don¡¯t make me kill you.


    Those words weren¡¯t lightly spoken. They unnerved him, shook him to his very core.


    True, it wasn¡¯t the first time he¡¯d ever heard them. Many threats of a similar nature were made, usually punctuated by physical blows, during his stay in the prison. They were often shouted with a hateful cadence.


    Not Vincent. His inflection was different. No anger lied in his words. The tone itself sounded mournful, like Vincent was resigning himself to the idea of murdering him. He was cutting his losses. And from the cold stare he gave that chilled Kurt to the bone, it was clear he considered him one of those losses.


    Kurt wasn¡¯t entirely certain what came over him. He knew he¡¯d be lying if he said he hadn¡¯t considered thrusting the blade into the soft-spoken brunette, twisting the knife inside of him, and unveiling every dark secret. Every vile thing that made the boy¡¯s heart tick.


    Still, it¡¯s not like he would¡¯ve done it. Would he?


    Kurt frowned. Of course, he would have. He didn¡¯t recall offering much of an objection when presented with the opportunity to poison the son of a bitch. Except he couldn¡¯t even do that right.


    He looked in Alice¡¯s direction, averting his eyes when the woman began to take notice. Why was he worried about Vincent being a harm to her when he¡¯d come the closest to killing her himself? In a way, he may yet succeed, given the way she still coughed so harshly. At least he saw no blood from it this morning, for what little difference that fact made to his conscience.


    His eyes moved back over to the boy who¡¯d threatened him. Specifically, they followed his hands. Hands clasped onto his sister¡¯s.


    It bothered him how the poor girl never learned from her mistakes. He recalled a not-too-distant time when another man had acted that way around her. He¡¯d brought her joy, happiness¡­devastation.


    History was poised to repeat itself, and he couldn¡¯t bear to watch her reduced to such a state again.


    ¡°Do you really got to hold hands with him?¡±


    Everyone looked at him. Kurt shared their apprehension, though his centered around how his statement came out so easily, especially after the unpleasant event from the prior night.


    ¡°You sound like a jealous lover,¡± Alice muttered, shaking her head in disgust.


    She and Vincent paused, taking a glance at each other. Both blushed at her words, having realized they, themselves, bore an uncanny resemblance to a couple.


    ¡°L-look, you don¡¯t want her stitches to come undone. Nobody wants that. I¡¯m just, uh¡­¡±


    ¡°Providing support,¡± Alice swiftly chimed in, preferring to steer the conversation away from unwanted comparisons that threatened to arise.


    Kurt narrowed his eyes at the pair, eventually gravitating the intensity of his gaze toward his sister. ¡°Like Julius did?¡±


    ¡°Shut your hole, Kurt,¡± the blonde retorted.


    How could he when she seemed to find difficulty in keeping the one between her legs shut? Maybe the assault she experienced in the prison had loosened her in some ways. He wouldn¡¯t voice such a disgusting musing, but she seemed too eager to throw herself into the arms of the one person on earth that conveniently happened to be related to the man who¡¯d had his way with her.


    ¡°Forgive me, but I can¡¯t help but notice all the similarities.¡±


    ¡°Is this Julius fellow going to provide us shelter?¡± Jack asked. He rested his arm against the trunk of a nearby tree. ¡°Serve us a warm meal?¡±


    Kurt shook his head. ¡°No, he is-¡±


    ¡°Then I don¡¯t really care to hear about him,¡± the soldier interrupted. ¡°The only thing I want to hear from you is if you notice something.¡±


    The boy started to speak when the soldier cut him off a second time.


    ¡°Something not involving those two. I don¡¯t know what your problem is, but you better get over it and fast. Doing this right here,¡± he said, making a back-and-forth motion with his fingers, ¡°is going to get us killed. Understood?¡±


    Kurt muttered a yes.


    Jack shrugged. He¡¯d take any affirmation, no matter how begrudgingly offered, over nothing. ¡°Then let¡¯s keep moving.¡±


    ¡°In a minute,¡± Alice said. She looked to the group, offering them all a sheepish smile.


    The soldier started to make an inquiry but refrained. No one refused the call of nature.


    Kurt frowned. His thoughts lingered on having to wipe his rear with a large piece of vegetation. Jack had to stop him from unknowingly inserting poison ivy into his crack two hours earlier.


    Alice vanished into the woods, foliage and trees obscuring her from the others. At least she would likely be more alert to such distinctions concerning which plants could serve as a viable substitute to toilet paper.


    When Kurt ceased examining her retreating figure, he found himself taking a step back from a disapproving pair of amber eyes, their owner standing a few paces away from him.


    ¡°What?¡± he asked him, his voice betraying any semblance of bravery.


    Vincent stared him down. The icy gaze lasted a few seconds longer before he shook his head and walked away.


    Creep, Kurt thought. What was with that look?


    Don¡¯t make me kill you.


    A knot tied in Kurt¡¯s stomach as the threat echoed in his head once more. Maybe he considered carrying out his offer, now that Alice had separated herself from her companions. Kurt wanted to say he was all hot air, especially when being supervised by the others. Yet something lingered in the teen¡¯s eyes that made him unsure of his own safety.


    ¡°What are we going to do about food?¡± Matthew asked. He tugged on Jack¡¯s sleeve with his plea. ¡°I¡¯m hungry.¡±


    Kurt shared the boy¡¯s discontent, his own gut rumbled in want of a meal. Meat in a can, reprehensible as such a concoction was, would¡¯ve been deeply appreciated.


    His stomach suddenly threatened to churn at the thought of any kind of mystery meat. He could taste the bile already rising in his throat, leaving an acrid taste burning inside his mouth.


    ¡°We¡¯re working on it, little man,¡± Jack said in a reassuring tone. ¡°Stay strong.¡±


    The kid nodded with enthusiasm.


    Unlike the young boy, Kurt couldn¡¯t say he held much in the way of an appetite. Not when dead eyes stared back at him miles away from within that freezer.


    ****


    Jack sighed as he stopped at the base of a large pine tree, glancing back at his group of companions. As much as he loathed to admit it, the blonde was slowing them down considerably. At the rate they were going, there was no way they were going to make it to Segan by nightfall.


    They had recently switched off the main path to opt for the denser route hidden away in the tree line to keep out of sight of the search drones that had begun to fly overhead since first light.


    When the buzz of the machine traversed a greater distance, reduced to a faint hum whispering in the wind, the group dared to breathe an uneasy sigh of relief.


    The afternoon remained unsympathetic to their plight, burning bright in its indifference to their journey. Pools of sweat dripped from the soldier¡¯s forehead. He ran his handkerchief above his eyebrows, the perspiration from the heat soaked the bangs of his sandy-brown hair.


    ¡°Water,¡± he murmured.


    The group watched him expectantly, as though he were getting ready to tell them the location of a reservoir he¡¯d spied out of the corner of his eye. Instead, he regarded them with remorse, which only served to deflate their already delicate spirits.


    ¡°Do you know this area at all?¡± Kurt asked.


    Jack didn¡¯t mind the question. It was one of the only things the boy had said that had been neither pessimistic nor antagonistic. It was a genuine inquiry. And the moment he did nod his head, the youth¡¯s eyes lit up, clinging on to whatever shred of hope they could muster.


    ¡°I don¡¯t claim to know it intimately.¡±


    Alice sighed with a sharp intake of breath. The resulting cough came and went. After a moment, the harsh sound subsided, and the woman had once again composed herself.


    Kurt looked in her direction, the worry on his face expanding by the second. He turned back to Jack. Perspiration led a slug¡¯s trail down his cheek as he spoke with desperation in his voice. ¡°Do you at least know where we¡¯re going?¡±


    Up a shit-filled creek, he thought. And from the way he felt, Jack had suspicions they lost the proverbial paddle a mile back in the muck.


    Thinking it wise not to tell the group such a negative thing, he instead told them he didn¡¯t know. ¡°There might be a place on ahead. I just don¡¯t know how much further.¡±


    ¡°We¡¯re lost,¡± Kurt declared.


    Jack glared back at the teen. ¡°I did not say that.¡±


    ¡°There might be a place on ahead,¡± Kurt mimicked. His eyes narrowed with each word. ¡°You even said you didn¡¯t know how much further. Not exactly inspiring confidence here.¡±


    ¡°You lead, then,¡± Jack countered. ¡°Since you know more than I apparently do.¡±


    The boy lowered his head. He moved it repeatedly to the left and right.


    ¡°Tell us about the place,¡± Alice asked. ¡°Is Segan nice?¡±


    Jack wiped his lip with his forefinger before he nodded his head. ¡°Parts of it are. We¡¯ll have a better chance there than out here. Though I¡­¡± the sergeant scratched his chin, trying to delicately broach the topic most closely related to his concerns. ¡°¡­I think we need to pick up the pace.¡±


    ¡°Sure. Let me just pluck these damaged ribs out of my body, and I¡¯ll be raring to go,¡± Alice said, attempting to evoke a laugh. They were all too weary to do so with their spirits beaten down by hunger, thirst, and oppressive weather.


    The sergeant looked at her sympathetically, his eyes darting to Vincent. He imagined he¡¯d be the first to object to anything that suggested abandoning her. Still, if they did not move any faster, broken hearts wouldn¡¯t compare to stilled ones succumbing to the elements.


    ¡°I know I¡¯m asking a lot here,¡± Jack began. ¡°And believe me, I feel low even saying this, but if someone could lift you, we might be able to cover more ground.¡±


    Alice hacked again, aiming into the crook of her arm. The discontent reflected on her face from the mere act of coughing emphasized how an extended period of being carried wouldn¡¯t be a promising prospect.


    ¡°Yeah, a trip into lover boy¡¯s arms over there,¡± said the less-than-thrilled technician.


    The lieutenant attempted to hide the irritable countenance emerging on her face. Any resistance to such an endeavor ultimately proved to be for naught, her scowl deepening the longer she observed him. ¡°You offering to carry me?¡±


    Again, the prospect of responsibility repelled the young man¡¯s eyes elsewhere into the forest. Trees demanded nothing of him, and the wildlife offered no rebuttal to his pointed comments.


    Whatever keeps him quiet, Jack thought with the roll of his eyes.


    Vincent lifted the girl onto his back. She grunted from the sudden ascent. He mouthed an apology to her before he looked at Jack.


    ¡°Why are you doing this?¡±


    For a second, Jack thought he was talking about the request to have her carried.


    Vincent continued, clarifying his question. ¡°The warden gave you a lot of power. Don¡¯t think for one moment none of us saw that.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t-¡±


    ¡°Why?¡±


    Was there a more powerful word in the English language? Why? Jack ran his handkerchief across his head again, the cloth in his hand now began to feel like a wet napkin with the most recent rub.


    ¡°Why us, Jack? Why¡¯d you throw it all away for the likes of us?¡±


    ¡°Because it was the right thing to do!¡± the sergeant responded. He wadded the handkerchief into his coat pocket. ¡°Because maybe I couldn¡¯t live with myself, seeing the monsters we¡¯d all become. Dismissing every ugly thing we did under the excuse we were doing God¡¯s work. I couldn¡¯t live that way. Not anymore.¡±


    Vincent and Alice both looked at him with a soft expression, whereas Kurt¡¯s conveyed the opposite conclusion.


    ¡°That sounds so convenient,¡± he said. ¡°A crisis of conscience.¡±


    ¡°Once I started seeing you as people, yes. Yes, it was.¡±


    ¡°And it took you so long-¡±


    ¡°Oh, fuck you!¡±


    ¡°It took you so long to do the right thing. To say enough was enough. Why? Why now did you decide to see us as people?¡±


    Jack trembled. He approached Kurt, shoving the scrawnier boy into the trunk of a tree. ¡°I looked in a mirror, and I didn¡¯t like what I saw. I know you don¡¯t trust me. Hell, I really doubt you trust anyone.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s¡­¡± Kurt lowered his head.


    ¡°Everyone lives trying to achieve impossible ideals. Be a good person. Be faithful. Do the right thing. It all sounds so easy. So straightforward.¡±


    ¡°It is.¡±


    Jack paused in his rant. He turned to face Alice with a look mired in confusion. He stepped away from Kurt and approached her and Vincent.


    ¡°Easy, is it? Let me tell you something about duty. I served my nation with loyalty and honor. All in the name of cleansing my soul,¡± he said. He closed his eyes, trembling at the words coming from his lips. ¡°I¡¯ve never felt closer to hell. Not the lake of fire the Bible speaks of; this one was manmade, Alice. Constructed by hands that delighted in the elimination of human beings. All because they were different.¡±


    Alice shook her head. ¡°Same as it ever was. Humankind has always had that nasty habit. Killing, that is. Race, sexuality, religion¡­pick a category. People need little reason to oppress others. In the name of God, in the name of government, it all amounts to the same thing in the end. Opportunity. Humans have always been insecure creatures.¡±


    ¡°I agree, but I don¡¯t see how that proves it easy to live to impossible standards, Alice.¡±


    ¡°Do you know what Hell is, Jack?¡±


    The sergeant concentrated. From what he could see, they¡¯d just fled it.


    When he didn¡¯t vocalize a response, she answered for him. ¡°It¡¯s the absence of God. Skeptics, like Kurt over there, like to drone on about the absence of a creator. Shake their head at the possibility of a heaven. Yet they have little to say when Hell manifests before us.¡± Alice looked to her companion, a bitter smile crossing her features. ¡°The existence of one begs the existence of the other.¡±


    Kurt muttered under his breath, a behavior he¡¯d grown accustomed to as of late.


    ¡°Inhumanity is Hell. And why should the opposite be so much harder to attain? Are we humans really so ugly? Kind words. Compassion. Taking a chance on others. Why should that be hard? Because you fear what other people will say?¡±


    The sergeant didn¡¯t have a response to her musings. All he had was a pair of aching feet, and a thirst that left him hanging on by a thread; it was the price to pay for discarded loyalty and honor.


    The group fell into silence as they resumed their journey onto the forest trail, trudging slowly into the unknown.

 Chapter 23: Come What May

    Chapter 23: Come What May


    Heaven, an impossibility?


    The sight of the brook instilled Kurt with the temptation to recant his disbelief. He found a burst of speed in his body that would¡¯ve put professional runners to shame.


    Cold water washed over his face as he took in large gulps. He didn¡¯t care if he felt like a dog frantically lapping up water with its tongue. Dignity perished with the discovery. The hydration quelled his parched throat and renewed his energy.


    Not that he was quick to notice, but his companions joined him, they, themselves, eager to quench their thirst.


    All they needed now was food. Once they acquired sustenance, they could make it to Segan.


    His desire to take on the world left him when he looked over in Vincent¡¯s direction. Alice drank out of his cupped hands. If he would have taken the time to think, he¡¯d have arrived at the conclusion that this kind act was meant to keep her from bending over and sending her ribs into another bout of fresh agony, possibly breaking her stitches in the process.


    All he saw was a young woman lapping her tongue along the flesh of a man that fancied her. Kurt had tolerated enough of their amorality. It was disgusting at this point.


    ¡°When we get back to the base, I¡¯m going to need to report all this.¡±


    They looked at him. Vincent regarded him with a blank stare, oblivious to his point. Alice, on the other hand, glared at him.


    ¡°Go ahead,¡± she declared. ¡°Spit out your threat. Sooner you get it off your chest, the better I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll feel.¡±


    Kurt¡¯s lips curved in disapproval. ¡°The Genesis Project. I think Leo will be very interested, indeed, to find out how close you are with that thing,¡± he said, pointing his meaty thumb in Vincent¡¯s direction.


    Vincent looked astonished to discover he¡¯d been demoted to a thing.


    Alice responded before he could. ¡°I was a part of that experiment too,¡± she coolly replied. ¡°So, if I were you, I¡¯d choose my next words carefully.¡±


    Kurt crossed his arms in defiance. ¡°Inappropriate relations with a subordinate. Sound familiar, Alice?¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t you dare.¡±


    ¡°I do, because he¡¯s another Julius. Tall, dark, and handsome for sure, but you can bet he was cut from the same cloth. You know, I¡¯m starting to think-¡±


    Jack whirled towards Kurt with water dripping from his soaked head. ¡°Let me tell you what I think. We¡¯re out here in the wilderness, exposed to our enemies, and the thing you want to prattle on incessantly about is their relationship. About the things you¡¯re going to report.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s important.¡±


    ¡°The hell it is,¡± Jack snarled, standing up from the stream. ¡°It¡¯s meant to shame her. All because you don¡¯t like Vincent.¡±


    Kurt scowled. ¡°Leave it to you to defend one of your own.¡±


    Jack snatched the teen by his collar and pulled him to the waters. ¡°Say it again, and you¡¯ll be eating your own teeth.¡±


    ¡°Stop this!¡± Matthew cried. ¡°Stop fighting! This isn¡¯t doing anything for us.¡±


    Alice¡¯s lip quivered, but she shook her head, composing herself. ¡°The kid is right. This whole thing is stupid. Meaningless. And I¡¯m not just talking your problem with Vincent either.¡±


    ¡°What are-¡±


    ¡°Your report, Kurt. Did it ever occur to you that there may be no place to share that revelation?¡± she asked. Her features darkened the more she thought about it herself. ¡°You spilled your guts to the general. I trust you remember doing that.¡±


    The teen lowered his head. Jack could¡¯ve dumped in him in the waters. He wouldn¡¯t have bothered emerging from them. She was right. For all they were aware, every person they ever knew could¡¯ve been bombed into the next century. Or worse. With how things had been going, his feelings leaned towards worse.


    ****


    Night descended upon the group much faster than they were prepared for. Alice was astonished how rapidly the last remnants of fading light gave way to eerie shadows and haunting whispers.


    The question still remained: Should they build a fire?


    Alice sighed as she leaned back against the tree Vincent had placed her under, doing her best to conceal the light shivers beginning to tremble through her battered body. In truth, she wasn¡¯t sure she even wanted to know just how long the horrific mess that comprised her left side would take to resemble anything that could be considered normal.


    Matthew sat huddled nearby to her right, looking almost afraid to speak for fear of provoking yet another argument.


    The girl sighed. How far they had fallen. Right now, amid the aches and pains invoked by their journey, she couldn¡¯t help but notice the wisps of winter¡¯s chill upon the evening breeze.


    Fall.


    She chanced a glance in her brother¡¯s direction. He didn¡¯t acknowledge her. She frowned.


    I do because he¡¯s another Julius.


    The blonde recoiled as his words replayed in her mind like a broken record. Another Julius? Had the boy even ever been in love before? Did he think it was easy?


    Yes, Julius hadn¡¯t been what he¡¯d portrayed himself to be. However, she was beginning to see that he hadn¡¯t been a mistake.


    Love was never a mistake.


    The young lieutenant spared a glance at Vincent. He made her feel things that she had thought for sure that she would never feel again. Things she swore she¡¯d buried deep within herself. He wasn¡¯t mere happenstance. Was it so terribly wrong of her to wish¡­?


    ¡°M-miss Phoenix. Where¡­where are we going to go if¡­¡±


    The child trailed off, almost as if he hadn¡¯t really intended for her to hear. He didn¡¯t need to finish his statement. Truth be told, she hadn¡¯t brought herself to even considering it yet.


    One step at a time.


    After a moment, the young woman decided honesty as the best course of action. ¡°Truthfully, Matthew, we¡¯ll probably end up heading to one of our other bases if that happens,¡± she murmured.


    Timid feet approached her. ¡°Do you think they have food there?¡± the kid asked.


    Alice hugged the boy, albeit carefully. She didn¡¯t want her affections to leave her collapsed in pain. ¡°They have food in all of our facilities. Chicken. Steak. Eggs,¡± the woman smiled at the thought of those dishes, though her stomach grumbled in protest of her wishful thinking. ¡°It¡¯ll be wonderful when we make it. It¡¯ll be like entering the promised land.¡±


    The Program. Feed training. The constant threat of exposure. Recruits being marched into perilous situations, some of them gunned down like dogs. These were all a far cry from the land of milk and honey. Still, she had to give the boy something to hold onto. Even with all those ugly truths taken into consideration, none of it compared to what awaited them in the wilderness.


    ¡°I¡¯d love that,¡± Matthew whispered. ¡°Sounds wonderful. Like a dream even.¡±


    A frown threatened to seize her lips. Alice did her best to maintain her smile, even if felt hollow to her. She rubbed the boy¡¯s back in reassurance.


    Alice glanced in Jack¡¯s direction. He remained still, set like a statue in the same location he¡¯d been an hour ago. His eyes searched beyond the tree-lines, seeking any sign of the monsters pursuing them from the shadows.


    There¡¯d be no fire. Too risky.


    She looked over to Vincent. He made his way to her. The sticks snapped beneath the weight of his prison slippers.


    ¡°Room for one more?¡±


    As cold as it was, she would¡¯ve considered inviting her sibling over there, abrasive as he¡¯d been. The woman accepted the invitation. In turn, her companion sat next to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist.


    Alice closed her eyes to the sound of the man¡¯s heartbeat.


    Ba-bump. Ba-bump.


    The gentle rhythm set her mind at ease; its only disturbance came in the form of a ravenous tummy. Their food situation would be a problem. One they¡¯d need to solve fast. Committing to the marathon without a resolution would be a march straight into the grave, a place she¡¯d honestly envisioned herself being by now if it weren¡¯t for him.


    She looked up at Vincent. He watched her in turn with soft eyes.


    It was detestable Kurt had referred to such a kind soul as a thing. She couldn¡¯t help but wonder if Kurt might have now held a similar view of her. Wasn¡¯t she also a part of the same experiment at the end of the day? Born from the perverse intrigue of a deranged individual desperate to manufacture human weapons.


    She knew what she could do if she desired. It was nothing for her to burn men alive or create a desolate wasteland in her wake.


    The greatest mystery was Vincent. Cain insisted his own brother was the monster between the two of them. She still had trouble believing that such a gentle soul could be capable of murder. Yet had she not seen the evidence herself? Evidence that had covered the young man head to toe.


    Even then, he was no stone-cold killer. Remorse from his actions tore at him relentlessly. Still, she didn¡¯t blame him. The place had forced him to do what he did. The man he killed had said things. He never elaborated on the what, and she didn¡¯t want to upset him with questions concerning the exchange that led him to be stained in another person¡¯s blood.


    ¡°I wouldn¡¯t mind if we remained like this for a while longer, but I must insist you sleep,¡± Vincent spoke, breaking her from gory imaginings.


    She stammered before she averted her eyes. ¡°Uh, ri-right.¡±


    He hummed under his breath. She didn¡¯t have to raise her head to know she was being watched by her inquisitive guardian.


    ¡°Aren¡¯t you going to get some sleep too?¡±


    ¡°Sleeping together, are we?¡± he questioned with a wry smile.


    Crimson hued her cheeks. Though Vincent could be sweet like candy, he possessed a decadent quality in some of his choice words. She now wondered if underneath his shy demeanor lurked a debonair playboy that could¡¯ve given Seth a run for his money.


    Come on, get a grip. This is the same man who didn¡¯t know what a period was.


    Funny as that may have been, she wasn¡¯t so sure he was as ignorant as he portrayed himself. Not if his stunt from earlier that morning was anything to go by.


    I didn¡¯t say I had a problem with it.


    She bet he didn¡¯t. Not with the way he shamelessly used her own words against her. Words said from a dying woman eager to reclaim one last bit of pleasure before leaving this world. One who, through their pain, may have been a few inches off the mark from their lips¡¯ intended target.


    Beside them, Matthew gave a giggle, along with a resounding ¡°Yuck.¡±


    The three shared a laugh, almost forgetting their dire situation in their momentary respite. Even despite the pain that the outburst brought, Alice couldn¡¯t help but feel a sense of peace wash over her.


    ¡°Get some sleep, okay?¡±


    Matthew smiled, closing his eyes.


    Alice smiled, brushing a hand through the boy¡¯s blond hair. Such a sweet child. She could only hope he would remain that way.


    A yawn escaped the blonde. Her battle against sleep wasn¡¯t going so well for her. Amid fractured ribs, sore feet, and the dangers she¡¯d overcome until now, she felt prepared to surrender to it.


    Ba-bump. Ba-bump.


    She concentrated on the heartbeat connected to the broad chest she rested her tired head upon. The young man behind her brushed a finger through her hair.


    Oh, if only such moments could last forever.


    ****


    Vincent¡¯s eyes shot open as he jolted awake from his slumber. Something had hit his foot.


    No. Someone.


    He glared at Kurt, unimpressed by the brunette¡¯s rude conduct. He found it troubling that the young man was eager to provoke him even during the earliest hours of the morning where the sun had barely had a chance to peek over the eastern sky.


    ¡°You and I need to talk.¡±


    A polite way of saying we have a problem.


    Alice stirred in her sleep from Vincent¡¯s movement. Her head had migrated from his chest down to the front of his pants. The woman let out a groan before she resumed her rest.


    Once he felt confident that hurdle had been avoided, he looked back to his uninvited guest who was now scowling at the sight. ¡°Okay, what about?¡±


    ¡°How things need to be from now on.¡±


    Vincent narrowed his eyes at him. He didn¡¯t like being woken up first thing, especially when the person doing the waking came with demands that would likely be hostile based off the terse statements and irritable tone.


    ¡°I¡¯m not sure I follow.¡±


    Kurt peered down at him in contempt. ¡°What you¡¯re doing with her needs to stop.¡±


    ¡°What specifically?¡±


    ¡°All of it. The theatrics,¡± he said, allowing his eyes to fall to Alice. His face twisted when his gaze came back to Vincent. ¡°The way you talk to her. It¡¯s nauseating.¡±


    Taking care to move her head gently, Vincent relocated her to the ground before he stood. His joints protested the early rise, but he ignored it in favor of the irritation lecturing him.


    ¡°Kurt, it¡¯s too early for this.¡±


    ¡°Not early enough,¡± the brunette retorted. ¡°You¡¯re going to hurt her.¡±


    Vincent stared him down. ¡°Says you.¡±


    ¡°Says me. And you know what? I¡¯m not going to let it happen again. I refuse. Watching you all pretend to be a happy family. Come on, it¡¯s delusional.¡±


    Vincent bit back his irritation. The happiness and contentment he felt from the prior night was not the result of some fantasy he¡¯d conjured up. The moment was real, and this loudmouth standing in front of him seemed intent on denying that fact. That was delusion.


    ¡°Be honest with me: Were you always so unhappy?¡±


    Kurt snorted. ¡°Don¡¯t change the subject. You ain¡¯t no psychoanalyst, I can tell you that now.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re correct on that, but if you think I need a sheet of paper to diagnose you-¡±


    ¡°She can¡¯t have children, Vincent,¡± the teen interrupted, desperate to avoid the subject getting derailed. ¡°She¡¯s damaged goods. You have no future with her anyway.¡±


    Vincent crossed his arms. ¡°Is that what you think? That the only value a woman has is birthing babies?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m telling you to move on.¡±


    ¡°And I¡¯m telling you that none of that matters to me, Kurt. So what? What if she can¡¯t have babies?¡±


    The technician¡¯s nostrils flared as his composure diminished with their exchange. The volume of his voice raised with each utterance. ¡°It means no heirs; no family!¡±


    ¡°Then I¡¯ll just have to love her all the more.¡±


    Vincent paused as his eyes raised in tandem with his brows. He said it. He loved her.


    Kurt did not take to the news well. His face reddened. Deeper. Deeper. If he were a balloon being inflated, he might¡¯ve popped from all the pressure.


    ¡°You don¡¯t¡­¡± the words were forced out. Once he found a more tenable position, he continued. ¡°You don¡¯t have the right, Jul¡­er, Vincent.¡±


    Vincent took a step forward, his face now inches away from the trembling youth. The boy took a reflexive step away from him. ¡°About this Julius character: You seem awfully keen on comparing me to him.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s because you¡¯re-¡±


    ¡°A different person. One who is getting awfully sick of hearing about him. All I know is the mere mention of him upsets Alice.¡±


    Kurt nodded. ¡°That¡¯s right.¡±


    ¡°Good,¡± Vincent said calmly. His voice had fallen to a faint whisper dripping with ice. ¡°Then you should know better.¡±


    The teen¡¯s lip quivered. ¡°You¡­for her own good-¡±


    ¡°For your sake, the petty antics better come to an end. Before you hurt her,¡± Vincent replied. Fury boiled deep within his veins as he stared down at the boy. ¡°Before I hurt you.¡±


    Kurt took another step back. This one a stride causing him to stumble over his own feet. The look prominently displayed on his face felt all too familiar to Vincent: Fear.


    Flashes of trembling fingers reached out to him. Faces suffocating in despair. Pleading.


    He shook his head, disgusted by thoughts of his other self.


    ¡°What in the world is going on over here?¡±


    Both males shot a nervous glance toward Jack. He looked concerned, given Kurt appeared seconds away from pissing himself.


    Vincent forced a smile toward the soldier. It was the cheery kind that could¡¯ve been molded from plastic. Fake. He held out a hand to Kurt.


    The teen flinched at the spontaneity of the gesture. Then defiance rolled back onto his features before he smacked the hand away from him. He stood onto his feet, glaring holes into Vincent all the while as he spoke.


    ¡°Ask him,¡± Kurt spat. ¡°We were just talking.¡±


    Don¡¯t make me kill you.


    Vincent closed his eyes. He really was running out of options with him, wasn¡¯t he? As much as Kurt prided himself in being a man of rationality, he seemed hysterical. Unhinged. That type of individual could be a danger to everyone; a ticking time bomb. He didn¡¯t know when this bomb would go off either.


    ¡°We were just finishing too,¡± he finally replied to Jack before he turned to gently nudge Alice awake.


    They would need to leave soon. He was starting to feel woozy from the lack of food in his system. If they didn¡¯t get moving soon, he couldn¡¯t say with certainty he¡¯d be able to make it far. And Segan was still miles away.


    ****


    The group traveled in a weary silence, exhausted from hunger.


    The dismal atmosphere hanging over the group felt palpable to Alice, who found herself presently nestled safely within the arms of Vincent, an arrangement she found comfort in despite the occasional bout of pain coming from her ribs. She wasn¡¯t entirely sure why a dark cloud hung over them during their travels. Still, she¡¯d started to puzzle the pieces of the picture together. She couldn¡¯t say she particularly liked the looks of the emerging image.


    Take Jack, for instance. He seemed feverish in his efforts to rush them along, desperate even. He¡¯d started telling them it wouldn¡¯t be much further. Segan was close now. Not much further had been five miles ago. Close may have been three miles back. Alice started to fear Kurt¡¯s assessment from the other day, that they were lost, might have held more truth to it than she cared to admit.


    And Kurt; what an ill-tempered specimen he made. His sullen countenance appeared permanently plastered onto his face. Moodier than usual too. Anytime she attempted conversation with him when he drifted close by them, he either answered in grunts or short sentences. As if every word expended only served to drain him. His brain might¡¯ve started to be reduced into mush from the hunger.


    Vincent, her personal carrier, seemed distracted by something. Probably from the same, ravenous sensation gnawing inside his stomach. He still looked at her with kind words and sweeter smiles. He seemed almost normal compared to the others. Almost. On other occasions, he sounded exhausted when he spoke. She didn¡¯t hold that against him. They all were.


    The road had been a cruel mistress, toying with their desperation. Even Matthew couldn¡¯t adjust to it. His face soured, a far cry from his earlier demeanor when he possessed a spring in his step to start the day. That motion now dissipated into a reluctant trudge.


    A pitiful sight they all must have made. Perhaps it would¡¯ve been better for her to have died after having escaped the prison.


    Alice spared a glance to Vincent, admiring the soft features of the man carrying her.


    No. She wanted to stick around. Personally, she¡¯d been through too much to roll over onto the ground and die. Besides, there was so much more for her to experience. Futures to consider. Affections to tend.


    Alice sighed. She knew well enough that having feelings for a subordinate was inappropriate. Kurt certainly didn¡¯t hesitate in reminding her at every opportunity.


    Still, such rules were irrelevant now. She didn¡¯t have a squad under her beck and call. No hierarchy to adhere to in the wild. She was just Alice Lynheart. They¡¯d have to find the lieutenant sharing that name elsewhere. Yes. Right now, she was Alice Lynheart; an ordinary, young woman. A young woman with wants and desires of her own. Ones she refused to apologize for.


    ¡°Thank God,¡± Jack murmured, snapping Alice, along with all the others to attention at the promise of salvation. The sergeant pointed toward the west.


    Vincent placed Alice¡¯s feet onto the forest floor. ¡°It¡¯s wonderful,¡± she heard him whisper.


    Now she had to know what sight they¡¯d seen. An all-you-can-eat buffet? Shelter with a complimentary masseuse? Hot springs to soak tired bones and wash away unpleasant odors?


    Her eyes followed Jack¡¯s finger. The direction it led her was to a tree. Nothing special about those. Nothing they hadn¡¯t seen countless times during their march through the forest trail. Brown erections of bark and leaves. The greenery on many of them had begun to turn orange from the change in seasons.


    There was something special about this one. Alice all but expected some holy light to shine down from the heavens to the accompaniment of a choir of angels. The green in the leaves appeared vibrant in their coloration, like the last vestige of summer. Bright orbs of red attached themselves onto the greenery.


    It was an apple tree.


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    At this precise moment, the young woman felt humbled. Not enough to fall to her knees. She¡¯d already had a painful lesson on what sudden motions did to her, but she could still feel the tears well within her eyes. She silently thanked the Lord for his blessing. For what amazing sight such as this could¡¯ve resulted from mere happenstance?


    The sight before her, and the wonders it entailed, could have only been crafted by divine hands; hands that weaved together a creation made from an almighty love that desired only their deliverance from this inhospitable world. It was a mercy; a wondrous thing that filled her heart with jubilation.


    Matthew laughed at the sight. Alice couldn¡¯t resist the widening smile on her face. When was the last time she¡¯d heard genuine laughter within these past several months? It felt human to her.


    The boy bounded forward; the prospect of food renewed his spirits. Jack lifted the lad high into the air. Tiny hands eagerly reached for branches, gripping onto them, and climbing past them in their pursuit of sustenance.


    Matthew plucked one of the apples and bit down on it. He closed his eyes from the ecstasy the fruit delivered to his taste buds.


    Alice pressed her palm against the trunk of the tree, the bark of it nipped her hand. ¡°Well? How¡¯s it taste?¡±


    The boy plucked another apple. He wordlessly tossed it down to her. She caught the red fruit in her hands. She sank her teeth into it without hesitation. The answer the taste provided conveyed itself better than any words could ever hope to do. All the woman could say for certain was that she never knew an apple could taste so sweet.


    Branches trembled from the young boy¡¯s hand that shook them. The resulting quake led to more of the heavenly fruit dropping onto the ground, rustling the blanket of leaves below with the impact of their landing.


    Foliage scattered with the many hands that snatched for the apples. Everyone filled their bellies. For all they knew, they might never get another meal again. Better to make it count while there was a score to be tallied than to skip such an opportunity.


    They ate for a while. Jack squirreled away his apple, occasionally biting on it with jealousy before he eventually scouted ahead of them. The man didn¡¯t allow tranquility to take away his guard.


    It was easy to take things for granted. Alice had noticed there¡¯d been no drones. Come to think of it, they hadn¡¯t heard any overhead since yesterday. Still, she wouldn¡¯t become complacent. Hunger, if anything, had heightened her senses when she was awake.


    She needed to stay vigilant.


    After all, serpents slithered into even the most glorious reaches of paradise.


    ****


    ¡°I found something.¡±


    Everyone looked towards the rustling bushes that announced Jack¡¯s return. Hearts pounded with anticipation of the promise of finding out what something precisely was.


    The sergeant flicked the bristles from his hair. ¡°Another water source,¡± he said. ¡°Not too far from where we are now.¡±


    It must¡¯ve been Christmas-time during the fall season with the way everyone¡¯s faces lit up at the news. The apples helped with the thirst, but nothing conquered a dry throat like a proper helping of water.


    ¡°That¡¯s great,¡± Kurt said, standing by the base of the apple tree. ¡°I know I could use a bath too.¡±


    ¡°We all could,¡± Vincent acknowledged with a grin. ¡°From the smell of things, it¡¯s long overdue.¡±


    The group laughed; everybody kept their volume down as they did. Joyful or not, attention was the worst thing they could garner. Especially with crawling shadows creeping upon them, inching closer with every minute elapsed.


    ¡°We¡¯ll need to set up camp soon. It¡¯s a risk, but we¡¯ll need to make a fire tonight. A low one.¡±


    An owl hooted off in the distance.


    Jack¡¯s words made sense. While the night hadn¡¯t proven to be as bitterly cold as the prior one, if they got themselves soaking wet from a bath, they¡¯d need a heat source to keep from developing pneumonia. Where safety seemed a dubious prospect as of late, they¡¯d likely catch their death well before they would a cold if they were to forgo building a fire.


    They followed the sergeant for several minutes, the silence of their hike disturbed by the trill of crickets and the occasional twig snapping underfoot. A chilly wind blew through the path they walked upon; their steps, undeterred by the cold, raised forward with every movement made along the hill.


    When they reached the top, they saw the waters of a small lake below them. The moon reflected off the surface in pale, white fragments, shimmering on it like thousands of tiny glass shards.


    Their descent to the body of water came quick, the path down far easier to traverse than their initial climb. When they made it, Vincent closed his eyes, taking in the clean aroma of the lake mixed with the crisp air of the forest.


    ¡°Hey.¡±


    Vincent looked up from his stupor to notice Jack looking at him. No, past him. That revelation was confirmed as he brushed by him and walked up to Kurt.


    ¡°What is it?¡± the teen asked him.


    ¡°It¡¯ll go quicker if you help me gather wood for the fire.¡±


    For a few seconds, Kurt looked like he had something to say; another objection waiting to be hurled like a spear from his tongue. When his pointed words failed to launch, he merely settled for a nod and proceeded to go after the sergeant.


    ¡°You too, Matthew,¡± Jack said. He didn¡¯t spare the boy a glance. With the task he had planned, he needed to complete it sooner rather than later.


    The child slurped another gulp of water and bounded after the pair of young men, eager to be of use to them.


    And then there were two, Vincent thought.


    The young man allowed his eyes to linger in the young woman¡¯s direction. Alice¡¯s golden hair appeared a pale silver underneath the glow of the moon.


    He hid his fox¡¯s smile as the girl¡¯s eyes met his. An expression befitting a fawn gazed back at him with an innocence that made the concealment of his vulpine grin a difficult exercise.


    ¡°I¡¯d say you¡¯d like a drink?¡± Vincent invited.


    A nod.


    He cupped his hands into the lake. With water captured within his palms, he held them out to the woman. She lowered her head and began to drink from them. He bit back a chuckle when he felt her tongue flick in his hands.


    Fortunately, she didn¡¯t seem to notice his bemused countenance. He knew nothing impure was meant by it. The girl was unable to bend down properly. Using her tongue must¡¯ve been easier, even if the sensation tickled him and spurred his imagination.


    She looked up at him with a doe¡¯s eyes. Longingly. Innocently. He bit his lip as he admired the sight of her stare. Vincent couldn¡¯t help but remain acutely aware of his own heartbeat.


    ¡°I normally¡­wouldn¡¯t ask you this.¡±


    His ears raised to attention and listened for every word she had to say.


    ¡°But I suppose it¡¯d be more appropriate while the others are gone.¡±


    Something she couldn¡¯t ask in front of the others? The thought of what her request entailed quirked his brow in interest.


    ¡°What is it?¡± he asked after a few seconds of an uneasy silence.


    The girl blushed. She looked like she considered fleeing before it was too late. Before she gave voice to the unthinkable. ¡°I can¡¯t get my¡­ It hurts to lift, okay?¡±


    With the broken ribs she had, he could imagine why she might say such a thing. He nodded along in understanding.


    ¡°Could you undress me?¡± She looked meekly into the waters at the utterance of her question. As she awaited an answer, she brought the tip of her foot against the heel of her left prison slipper, effortlessly sliding it off from the motion. Likewise, she did the same with the opposite one.


    He¡¯d have been lying if he said he didn¡¯t feel timid. His own cheeks heated as his fingers gently rubbed the base of her neck before they latched onto the collar of her shirt.


    Vincent positioned himself behind her before he tugged against the fabric, raising the shirt above her head. He was quick to assist Alice with her arms, taking deliberate care not to raise them beyond a forty-five-degree angle. The article of clothing slipped off easily enough.


    He ran a finger along the elegant curve of her exposed back. The girl¡¯s breath hitched from the touch. Once his reach extended to her waist, he pulled down on her pants, collapsing them down at her ankles.


    The woman stepped out of her prison garments. After she did, she lowered her head, vocalizing another request. ¡°And my bra?¡±


    His fingers gently trailed along her spine, sending a tremble through the young woman¡¯s body. He took a breath before he began tinkering with the back of it, initially denied the removal of the cotton covering. His fingers eventually fumbled upon their edges. Once discovered, he pushed up on them and the bra came free from her chest.


    Though she didn¡¯t ask, he took the liberty of removing her panties. His fingers rubbed along her leg, trailing down to the tops of her feet.


    The girl stepped out of them before she made her slow retreat to the lake. The water submerged her body bit by bit. Feet, legs, hips, breasts. Before long, the water came up to her neck, concealing everything below it.


    ¡°We-well, aren¡¯t you going to come in?¡± she asked.


    He bit his lip as he looked down to his toes for any suggestions on how to manage the situation. When none came from them, he slipped his feet out of his shoes. He pulled off his shirt, crumbling it into a wad and dumping the garment on top of his slippers. Next, came his pants, followed then by his underwear. Both came off with little effort.


    The girl looked away, seeming only now to regard his nude form with the corner of her eye. She didn¡¯t dare speak up at the sight of him. A courtesy to not draw attention to his lack of decency. Indecency, he must advise, that had been requested.


    He considered taking a run and jump, but thought better of it. Instead, he dipped his toes into the water. After a nervous second, he took the plunge and waded forward. Within seconds, his chest was submerged.


    Come on, Vincent. Get a grip. You¡¯ve seen her like this before in the prison shower.


    His mind made for a lackluster coach. This was different. More intimate as he¡¯d personally slid the clothing off naked flesh. They were also alone.


    He waded around her; the weight of the water parted between his fingers with every stroke.


    ¡°So, how are you feeling?¡± Vincent asked, desperate to disturb the thick silence that coated the air around the pair.


    She looked at him. A flurry of emotions ran along her face. ¡°Troubled. Relieved, but pained.¡±


    Another stroke closed the distance between them. ¡°About us?¡± he softly asked, shooing aside the multiple choices she¡¯d rattled off.


    The girl appeared taken aback by his question; her eyes widened from it.


    He wasn¡¯t surprised by the expression. Even he wasn¡¯t entirely sure what they were anymore. Whatever the answer was, subordinate and commanding officer hardly encapsulated it at this juncture.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know. A lot of things. It¡¯s, um¡­co-complicated,¡± she said while looking lost in her thoughts.


    He at least considered that a fair answer.


    ¡°Complicated,¡± he murmured, the sultry gaze lingering within his eyes turned into a mischievous one as he observed their surroundings. Their very empty surroundings. He¡¯d have to thank Jack later for affording the pair some privacy.


    ¡°We-well, yeah,¡± the girl continued. She appeared flustered as she took note of the gleam dancing in his eyes. ¡°And why are you staring at me like that?¡±


    His smile widened before he ducked completely under the waters. A world of blue blackened his vision as he swam past her figure. He emerged behind her, wrapping his arms gently around her waist, pulling himself close to her.


    The girl squeaked from the touch.


    ¡°Got you,¡± he whispered, his breath burning hot in the recesses of her ear.


    ¡°You, uh¡­¡±


    His heart skipped a beat as he looked down, his eyes lingering at the nape of her neck. They trailed past it, peering into the water resting below. They were both naked, and he was getting a better feel for her hips than he probably had any right to in hindsight.


    Water splashed his face as Alice flicked her hand up. The woman wasn¡¯t so helpless that she couldn¡¯t retaliate against his amorous play.


    He chuckled lightly, before hard laughter escaped his lungs, burning them from the exertion. That may have been from the splash of water too, but he was hardly keeping score. Fortunately, she didn¡¯t seem to be either, joining him in his laughter.


    In a way, it felt as though the entire world lied hundreds of miles away from the lake. They were the only souls left, kindred spirits clinging together in their quest for solace.


    Vincent had to confess that he entertained his own set of ideas concerning what they were. And he wanted desperately to share them with the one person on earth who made him feel a multitude of things. Something he could only describe as a raw, powerful emotion that filled the emptiness inside him: Love. He¡¯d said it so freely earlier, only not to her. The prospect of her hearing such an utterance made him vulnerable. In a way, proclaiming those words to her would¡¯ve made him more naked than he was now, stripped beyond flesh down to his very soul.


    Call him a coward. He was scared to lose her; the one thing that gave him meaning.


    He lowered his voice to a whisper as he studied the woman in front of him. ¡°Can I show you something?¡±


    Curious eyes intrigued by the offer watched him in silence. She slowly gave him acceptance, nodding in approval.


    ¡°Close your eyes. Hold your breath.¡±


    The girl bit her lip before she pinched the bridge of her nose. He gently moved her fingers. Alice opened her eyes from the sudden touch.


    He smiled at her. ¡°Do you trust me?¡±


    She nodded once more before she closed her eyes in acceptance.


    Vincent took a deep breath. His fingers traced down the top of her forearm, grazing her breasts with their descent before he lowered the pair of them underneath the cool waters of the lake.


    Before his lips connected with her own.


    He felt the gravity of his actions trembling within his arms. The movement became still. The only sound heard was the beating of their hearts. Then, she leaned into him, deepening the kiss.


    Do you trust me?


    That was a yes. A definitive one.


    I choose you.


    The way she returned the kiss made his toes curl in elation. Her passion signaled acceptance to such a bold proclamation.


    I love you.


    He held back the tears as they emerged from the waters. The words lied against the tip of his tongue, ready to provide clarity to what they precisely were. He swallowed as he gazed into her wide, sapphire eyes. Eyes he quickly found himself getting lost in even now.


    He had to tell her. He had to. There was no way he was going to be able to simply bottle this up.


    Drawing in a deep breath, he prepared himself and steeled his courage.


    ¡°A-Alice, I-¡±


    ¡°What the hell is going on here?!¡±


    The pair jumped, and Vincent could have sworn he heard the girl mutter a curse under her breath even as her cheeks darkened with color.


    Vincent frowned. Their time alone had come to an end. His eyes narrowed at the brunette glaring daggers at him from the embankment.


    Jack quickly ushered a confused Matthew away.


    When it appeared as though the couple would deny him answers, Kurt demanded again. ¡°What. The. Hell. Do you think you¡¯re doing?¡±


    Vincent opened his mouth to retort. Alice, however, was quicker.


    ¡°I-I was just going to get cleaned up while you guys were gone, is all.¡±


    ¡°With Vincent,¡± her brother returned, spitting the name out like a nasty curse. It wasn¡¯t a question.


    ¡°I-¡± the girl attempted.


    ¡°And naked,¡± he cut her off.


    Vincent glared. How dare the boy make out anything that he shared with this girl to be anything less than pure? ¡°Mind your own business,¡± he bit. Alice pulled away from his embrace, wrapping her arms around herself.


    Kurt ignored him for once, instead choosing to eye the pair carefully before a cat¡¯s grin tugged at his lips, the kind that extended at the sight of a cornered mouse. His eyes narrowed on his sister once more. ¡°Oh, I get it now. You¡¯re so desperate to hop in bed that you¡¯ll take anyone, is that it? Julius was right.¡±


    Alice¡¯s eyes widened in a mix of anger and betrayal. ¡°Julius was a philandering cheater, and a liar!¡± she spat.


    Just as Vincent was about to speak, Kurt interrupted once more.


    ¡°And yet you dated him. Claimed you loved him too. Tell me, Alice: What does that make you?¡±


    Vincent felt all the air leave his lungs as the look on the young woman¡¯s face quickly morphed from fiery anger to a type of haunted sorrow that he had never seen displayed on her face before.


    The tears came before she even realized. The blonde ground her teeth in an effort to keep the sob that bubbled up in her throat from escaping her lips. A sizzle sounded as the water around her heated with the discharge of her powers.


    The sudden heat barely registered with Vincent as he watched the woman, the same one he¡¯d attempted to confess his feelings to, flee from him. She bounded onto the embankment, snatching her clothes from the ground in her haste, before she dashed into the woods, her fleeting form consumed by shadows, and her crying now but a distant sound.


    She wasn¡¯t in any condition to run. Her rushing off might¡¯ve undone the stitches yet again. Not that Kurt cared. He seemed more intent on shaming her than doing the right thing. Unless his moral compass was so twisted, he confused humiliation with righteousness.


    ¡°You,¡± Vincent said, spitting as much fire as he could with the utterance of one word. He was too mad to say anything else as he left the water. He strode to Kurt with only one thing on his mind: Retribution.


    Kurt¡¯s hateful expression didn¡¯t falter. He braced himself, prepared to give back whatever Vincent planned to hit him with.


    ¡°Hey! Hey!¡± Jack¡¯s voice frantically shouted. He shoved himself between them before they had a chance to start beating on each other. ¡°Enough! For God¡¯s sake, stop it!¡±


    Silence fell over them. The sergeant¡¯s eyes darted back and forth between the two teens. ¡°This is precisely what I was talking about. This is dangerous. Arguing. Yelling. It¡¯s going to get us all killed before much longer. Someone will hear.¡±


    ¡°They were naked,¡± Kurt said.


    Jack glanced over at Vincent¡¯s nude form before he looked back at the other brunette. ¡°Bathing. Having a moment alone, intimate, or otherwise. Given what¡¯s after us, does any of that matter?¡±


    ¡°She¡¯s my sister.¡±


    ¡°That you all but called a whore,¡± Vincent spat before he stormed off to gather his clothes.


    Jack looked at Kurt in disgust, shaking his head. ¡°So that gives you the right to talk to her that way, does it?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t have to justify myself to-¡±


    His words were cut short as the soldier slammed him against a tree. He started gagging as the sergeant¡¯s elbow pressed tightly into his throat.


    ¡°Listen to me, and you listen well. I¡¯m not asking you to justify a single thing. Not a one. What I am asking is for you to be quiet. Not another word, because every time you open your mouth, things go to shit around here. Tempers flare. You follow?¡±


    The teen nodded frantically.


    Jack eased his elbow off the teen¡¯s windpipe, allowing the youth to fall to the ground gagging for precious air.


    ¡°From now on, if I catch you talking, I¡¯ll punch your teeth out. You understand?¡±


    Kurt gagged a faint yes, prompting the sergeant to kick him in the ribs, provoking a cry from the downed technician.


    ¡°What part of ¡®not another word¡¯ don¡¯t you understand? You that eager to get beaten?¡±


    He shook his head, much to the soldier¡¯s satisfaction.


    ¡°I¡¯m glad we had this conversation. Very fulfilling. Now you go bathe over there. Away from everyone else,¡± Jack said. As he turned his back, he muttered, ¡°You¡¯ve done enough for one night.¡±


    Vincent had slipped into his pants by the time Jack approached him. The soldier spoke first.


    ¡°I don¡¯t care to know what is going on between you and her. It¡¯s none of my business, but I think it¡¯s safe enough to say she¡¯s going to need you right now.¡±


    Vincent nodded as he put his shoes on. ¡°I¡¯ll find her.¡±


    ¡°Please. Bring her back here soon. We don¡¯t need our group splitting up; not when there are people out there gunning for us.¡±


    Vincent agreed. They didn¡¯t need to be splitting up. She didn¡¯t need to be alone out there either. He ran into the forest, his feet guided towards the sobs echoing off in the distance.


    ****


    Alice flung herself back against the trunk of a tree, ignoring the burning pain of protesting ribs and stitchwork.


    Why? Why was it that every time her and Vincent attempted to move closer, a new obstacle fell into their path.


    The teen sniffed. If she didn¡¯t know any better, she would be apt to say that they were cursed. Her breath hitched at the pain that surged through her chest. Why did life so enjoy dangling in front of her what she knew she couldn¡¯t have? She wasn¡¯t na?ve. She knew that their love was against the protocols and rules of their organization. Did any of those really matter at the moment?


    The blonde¡¯s eyes widened. Love? Her heart squeezed painfully once more. She had done it again, hadn¡¯t she? It was honestly frightening to her how quickly he¡¯d brought down her defenses.


    Somehow, this mysterious stranger had managed to slip through the walls around her heart to completely sweep her away. It was¡­overwhelming.


    Her next sob choked off into a weak hiccup.


    Yes, she had cared for Julius, but it wasn¡¯t the same as with Vincent. Vincent managed to find a place in her heart that even she failed to realize was there. Vincent, with his almost childlike naivety and wonderment; so blissfully ignorant, yet so full of raw passion that it nearly made her head spin.


    She closed her eyes, choking back another sob. Never in her life had she felt such a way. That kiss had been nothing short of magical. A part of her doubted she would ever forgive Kurt for his attempts at tainting such a memory.


    So what if she¡¯d kissed him? Three times¡­ She¡¯d kiss him a fourth time, or even a fifth time if she so desired, damn it!


    The blonde raised a trembling finger to her lips. She could still feel him. The way his soft lips had quivered against her own. The way his hands seemed to tremble as he held her¡­


    A somber smile tugged at her lips. In that moment, all she had wanted was to run away with him. Even now, if she could give up her rank and walk away from The Resistance forever, she would. If he¡¯d have her¡­


    Alice shook her head, banishing the thoughts before fantasy could take over once more. That was impossible. Leo would never allow such a thing. She had too many responsibilities.


    The young lieutenant felt fresh tears well within her eyes. What about after this whole mess was over? The war surely wouldn¡¯t last forever. What kind of life awaited her then? In some of her darkest hours, the teen feared to know the answer. After all, a soldier was only good for the battlefield, right?


    A twig snapped nearby, sending the teen to her feet immediately as she held out a hand in front of herself. If it was a mob of guards from the prison, she was ready for them. Injured as she was, she would probably die from the altercation, but she¡¯d sure as hell take a few with her.


    ¡°Hey, hey, easy, Alice. It¡¯s me,¡± a soft voice soothed. His voice.


    The blonde visibly relaxed, even as the last of her tears slid down her pale cheeks.


    The sight of it pained Vincent. He reached out to her, wiping the saline away with his finger before he sat next to her.


    ¡°Thought I¡¯d lost you for a moment,¡± he said.


    Alice hiccupped in response to the young man¡¯s musing. She felt tempted to say she didn¡¯t want to go back. She couldn¡¯t. Not with Kurt and his judgmental attitude condemning what amounted to a private moment. The special kind that touched her soul and made all the ugly things in the world dissipate with its embrace.


    ¡°I just need a little time is all,¡± she finally responded after some deliberation. Time did little to prevent the ensuing sniff that punctuated her words she¡¯d half sniveled. She must¡¯ve sounded pathetic. Probably looked just about as dignified too.


    Soft fingers intertwined with her own. Alice¡¯s eyes met the kind gaze of the young owner of them that sat next to her.


    ¡°Take the time you need,¡± he invited. ¡°I¡¯m here.¡±


    The waterworks building within her threatened to break in the face of such warmth. ¡°I know,¡± she whimpered. A lump rose in her throat as she spoke. ¡°It still doesn¡¯t make it any easier.¡±


    The young man patted her back. His gentle hands rubbed against exposed flesh. She felt embarrassed upon the realization. Her bra had been so painful to put back on with the pain tearing at her side, she hadn¡¯t the energy to lift her arms to conquer the unyielding sleeves of her shirt.


    He didn¡¯t make a show about it. The male teen wordlessly helped her attain decency as he snapped the clips into place. No judgment was verbalized concerning her state. No wild conclusions. Only compassion mired with pity.


    The pair of them sat in the woods alone together. Their hearts danced to a gentle rhythm, accompanied by the approval of crickets chirping away. She closed her eyes as she leaned her head against Vincent¡¯s chest. The occasional pat against her back soothed her nerves; it also kept her from losing consciousness when sleep attempted to drift her awareness off to a warm place far away from judgmental men and broken hearts.


    ¡°Your stitches-¡±


    ¡°I know,¡± she remarked. She didn¡¯t need reminders. Her run had torn them loose. The sooner she got back to the camp, the sooner she¡¯d experience sharp jabs and tugged thread. She frowned as she thought of the individual who¡¯d be tasked with administering the care: Kurt ¡®Julius was right¡¯ Landon. Pardon her for not feeling particularly keen on getting denounced as a harlot by her own brother.


    Adoptive brother, she mentally corrected. Anything to put distance between them, given his repulsive conduct as of late. Pulling a knife on Vincent, threatening his safety with the alleged report he¡¯d share with their father, the commander: It was all too much. Insane she¡¯d even dare say.


    Mustering her courage, she stood to her feet. Vincent helped her part of the way. She blushed as his hand ran across her chest. The experience they shared at the lake made her more aware of his every move. She chose not to say anything about it. Nothing lascivious had been intended.


    Being honest, she didn¡¯t know what to say to him. She knew he was going to tell her something when they were in the water. Something monumental.


    It began with the stutter of her name. Once the first vowel had been conquered, Vincent referred to himself as I. There were few avenues such a declaration could¡¯ve gone, especially when the preceding statements asked for her trust and offered to show her something special.


    She blushed, harkening back to the bold lips that pressed themselves against her own pair that pushed into the kiss in answer to his query.


    He was going to tell her that he loved her. She was certain of it. That¡¯d be a reassuring sentiment to hear, given the coming operation that awaited her at camp.


    Still, the hour wasn¡¯t marked yet. She¡¯d have to consider punching the young man if he chose now to try to reclaim the magic of their earlier scene. There was little time to entertain fairy tales. Even if he resembled a knight in shining armor in the water after he¡¯d kissed her.


    The trip back was made in a relatively comfortable silence, Vincent stopping to wait on her every time the pain got to be too much for her to continue.


    Alice ground her teeth. She was almost beginning to regret her decision in running off.


    Almost¡­


    The blonde gave a faint smile as the eerie glow of a small fire came into view. Being cold, wet, and terribly sore, she could hardly wait to plop herself down in front of it.


    Another jab of pain coursed through her side. Right. She had to get that taken care of first.


    Kurt sat off to the left of the fire, his knees drawn to his chest. He looked up as the pair approached him. His eyes scanned his sister only a moment before he rolled his eyes. When it looked as though he would say something, a stern look from Jack seemed to keep the boy quiet.


    The sergeant observed the others. He nodded his head at Kurt, giving the teen permission to speak to his patient, the only thing keeping him in business. His ill-tempered nature had generated him work.


    Sighing, the teen scientist stood to his feet. ¡°Lay her down here,¡± he instructed, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his supplies. He paused, cursing under his breath once he saw the knife was missing among his set of tools.


    Alice groaned at the shift in equilibrium. She was only glad that Matthew seemed to be passed out next to the fire a few feet away.


    ¡°Look, I know this is going to hurt, but draw your knees to your chest, Alice,¡± Kurt instructed as he kneeled next to her.


    The girl did as she was bid, gritting her teeth against the pain. She wasn¡¯t sure just what had occurred to change his demeanor, but she was grateful that he seemed to be displaying at least some form of compassion this time around. Perhaps it was an attempt at atonement.


    Jack frowned but said nothing. At least the boy was limiting the conversation to the task at hand. Perhaps his talk had finally gotten through to him.


    Kurt cast a nervous glance at their fire, then at Matthew, Jack, then Vincent. He plucked the girl¡¯s shirt from the brunette¡¯s hands before clarifying. ¡°She can¡¯t scream. With the fire, we¡¯ll be spotted for sure.¡±


    Jack looked as though he¡¯d protest before he thought better of it. The boy was right. The fire was already enough of a risk. He spared a glance at the sleeping child. Also, this was an affair that the boy definitely didn¡¯t need to watch for a second time.


    Vincent frowned, quirking a brow. He¡¯d been stitched up before, and he knew all too well the pain that came from such business. How on earth did he expect her not to scream?


    Kurt wadded up the corner of the girl¡¯s shirt in a makeshift gag before leaning down.


    Vincent¡¯s eyes widened in realization. Barbaric!


    Catching the boy¡¯s eye, Kurt¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°It¡¯s the only way. Remember last time?¡±


    Vincent gave an agitated sigh before turning his attention to lovingly brushing his fingers through the girl¡¯s damp hair. The poor woman¡­


    Satisfied that the other boy now understood, Kurt turned to Alice once more. ¡°Here. Sorry, but you¡¯re gonna have to open your mouth.¡±


    The blonde whimpered in protest as the cloth was placed into her mouth. God, she could already feel her tears begin. Vincent sat down next to her, drawing her head into his lap in his offering of small respite.


    Plucking yet another strand of hair from the girl¡¯s head, Kurt then set to work. In the faint glow of the fire, he was certain of one thing: He definitely didn¡¯t like the look of the angry red edges her wound was beginning to show. He placed a hand to the girl¡¯s forehead, frowning at the heat. Alice had always carried a warmer body temperature due to the virus, but it seemed even more elevated.


    ¡°She¡¯s getting an infection.¡± Sparing a glance at the worried looks he received in response, the boy shook his head. ¡°I¡¯ll¡­be as quick as I can.¡±


    He went to work. The result came close enough to what she¡¯d pictured. The cloth crammed inside her mouth was the only thing preventing her from vocalizing her pained discontent to the entire world. Then again, that was the intended function behind the gag. Damn Kurt for even suggesting it.


    Exhaustion. Soreness. Sharp pain. Pick from the choices. Any one of those, or perhaps all three, brought about her body¡¯s impending collapse. Still, if she had to crumble, at least she got to do it inside a pair of affectionate arms belonging to the one man who had made her feel like her feet had landed on cloud nine. Before she¡¯d been shoved off it, anyhow.


    Vincent regarded her with sympathy but remained quiet. The situation was what it was. Words wouldn¡¯t smooth it over. A night¡¯s rest wouldn¡¯t either, but at least she¡¯d have time to collect herself by morning. Supposing she could even get sleep as the phantom kiss all but sent electricity from her head down to the tips of her toes. She closed her eyes, mentally hitting the replay button on their encounter at the lake.


    For all the shit she¡¯d endured in what nearly amounted to three months worth of hell, at least she had that moment to savor.

 Chapter 24: On the Brink

    Chapter 24: On the Brink


    Vincent heard the roar off in the distance well before the twig splintered next to his ear. Where Alice had found residency in his lap, she jerked her head up along with him at the disturbance.


    Jack peered over them like some eerie ghoul, his fingers pressed tightly to his lips. Behind him, the fire had been snuffed out with a heaping of dirt. The only evidence of its existence was the low trail of smoke dissipating into nothing.


    From what they could tell with a hurried glance to the moonlit sky above them, time now rested within the earliest hours of the morning; well before the advent of dawn.


    ¡°Stay down,¡± the sergeant whispered through clenched teeth, shoving Vincent¡¯s raised head back onto the ground. The soldier remained crouched as he slinked his way towards a wide-eyed Matthew.


    Kurt stayed prone on the ground. He craned his head, keeping it as low as he could in his pursuits to see what lied beyond them without exposing himself.


    The rumble of an engine growled a second time at a louder volume, even from its distance to their location. From the growing intensity, Alice pictured a set of mechanical teeth baring down in fury. Teeth coming closer, and fast, with the intent to rend the throat of its prey.


    The roar sounded deafening as the vehicle blazed by them. She could hardly discern the shape of the truck from the fleeting light of the night sky within the murky forest and the nearly impregnable shadows contained within its dark domain.


    The vehicle roared by them, projecting an orange light that illuminated the trees. Dust flew into the air from the spinning tires. The obscured frame of the transport disappeared within the ensuing cloud like it were a ghostly apparition flying off into the distance.


    ¡°Oh, no,¡± Kurt whined from the ground. The leaves rustled with the shift of his weight. ¡°We¡¯ve been found.¡±


    For a moment, Alice felt her heart race, having considered that possibility. They¡¯d stuck to the forest precisely to avoid such an encounter. It seemed obvious their enemies would employ the usage of an off-road vehicle.


    ¡°Shut the hell up,¡± Jack said, careful to keep his voice low.


    Alice spoke. ¡°They sped by. If they¡¯d taken notice, they¡¯d have slowed down or something. Turned around even. Besides, wouldn¡¯t they have night vision? Spotlights?¡±


    Her words sounded like a plea, a desperate one meant to convince herself they were still safe.


    ¡°Looked like just a truck to me,¡± Vincent said. He leaned forward; his eyes glowed in an eerie way underneath the light of the moon. The sight reminded Alice of when she¡¯d caught the reflection of a cat¡¯s stare in the wrong light.


    A giant cat with bared teeth, growling while its claws tore through skin like a scrap of paper.


    She shook the image of the lioness from her head. Now was the time to firmly keep her head straight upon her shoulders, and not let it fall off with erratic thoughts dwelling on almost becoming a predator¡¯s warm, screaming meal.


    ¡°All banged up and covered in rust,¡± said Vincent. He looked to the distance. ¡°There was even a large dent on the driver¡¯s door. I know we didn¡¯t see anything like that in the prison courtyard.¡±


    The others all looked perplexed. How in the hell could he see the vehicle so clearly? Even for Alice, she hadn¡¯t caught much more than blinding headlights and the retreating silhouette of a tailgate obscured by dust and darkness.


    ¡°Vincent, can you¡­can you see in the dark?¡± Alice asked.


    The boy blinked at her. ¡°I, uh, guess so.¡±


    Kurt muttered something to himself. ¡°How many fingers am I holding up?¡± He asked the question under his breath. At least that¡¯s what it sounded like to Alice.


    ¡°One.¡±


    The brunette technician froze, taken aback by the sudden answer. The correct answer too, if his expression provided any indication.


    ¡°And it¡¯d better lower if you don¡¯t want me to come over there and break it.¡±


    The teen obliged without comment. His rear was in enough hot water as of late anyway. Why turn up the temperature? Or risk limping away with his middle finger broken?


    ¡°You¡¯re certain about the truck; that it looked like that?¡± asked Jack.


    The raising and lowering of Vincent¡¯s head brought the sergeant a sense of relief.


    ¡°Then they were civvies.¡±


    Alice scowled at the declaration, annoyed by the questions it gave rise to in her head. ¡°Doing what at this hour? Taking a little joyride?¡±


    ¡°It could mean civilization is nearby,¡± Jack spoke. His smile widened. ¡°Segan, maybe. I told you all we were close.¡±


    Kurt extended another finger, wisely the index. ¡°They went that way though.¡±


    ¡°So they did,¡± Alice replied. She furrowed her brow as she continued to ponder motives.


    Jack chuckled as he rose to his feet. ¡°Yeah, in the direction of the prison. You wanting to turn back or something?¡±


    A meek shake of the head provided him his answer.


    ¡°We¡¯ll be better off going the way they came from. I say we get started.¡±


    Matthew protested. ¡°But we were just¡­¡± his voice trailed off as he saw the looks of disapproval from the others. ¡°¡­sleeping,¡± he reluctantly finished the sentiment before he stood to his feet with a sigh of resignation. Lamenting disturbed rest didn¡¯t change the fact they needed to be on the move.


    They resumed their march, brushing past foliage and contending with rugged terrain. Matthew stumbled a few times. The second fall scraped the skin along his knee.


    ¡°You alright?¡± Alice asked him.


    His lower lip protruded for a moment before he gave the woman a nod. She imagined he¡¯d experienced worse inside the prison. A scraped knee was likely nothing to him. Even in lieu of that reality, it still made it difficult to suppress her urge to hug the six-year-old boy.


    The group continued their hike up the incline. They moved along a dirt trail that traveled straight along to the top of the hill. It seemed to go on for the better part of a quarter of a mile before it plateaued into civilization.


    The sight standing before them was one that commanded power even through its humble appearance. Tiles decorated the cross-gabled roof of the cottage. A triangular archway hung above the white door, bidding entry to the quaint slice of sanctuary that had presented itself before their weary eyes and aching feet.


    More amazingly; below the house lied a patchwork of paved roads and the silhouettes of sturdy-looking buildings: Segan.


    Jack wandered ahead. He crept towards the residence, his body lying low. The group shared looks of confusion. They needed a place to stay. No one debated that fact. Could they take such a tremendous risk? Bounding into somebody¡¯s home? Invading the sanctity of their residence in their haste for refuge?


    As they moved closer, Alice found her eyes lingering to the front windows affixed to the abode. One of them was completely shattered, the glass remnants were shiny beacons glittering along the decorative patch of stone tile beneath it. The sight signaled trouble. The air of what had appeared to be sanctuary now thickened with dread, as the sight of the vandalism provoked questions. The kind of inquiries where the wrong series of answers held a tragic end for them.


    She felt Vincent tug on her sleeve. Though her worries didn¡¯t completely leave her, the woman would have lied if she said his warm gaze didn¡¯t melt the ice around her, providing her with much-desired comfort.


    All the comfort in the world won¡¯t do us any good if we¡¯re dead, she thought as she looked back to the house. Jack made it to the door, peering in through the windows.


    Curtains blew, moving back and forth from the night wind. The man took his hand and angled it above the doorknob. He resolved himself, grasping onto the brass handle.


    The door opened. He stood by the entrance, peering into the dark room. Jack spared a quick look to the group behind him before he took a breath and breached the entrance of the home with a lofty step forward and a raised rifle in hand.


    The sergeant swallowed the lump in his throat at the sight of the scene before him. Even in the dark, the light of the moon provided him enough of a grim reminder that even civilians could be a threat to their safety.


    A table lied overturned on the floor. A toolset¡¯s contents had spilled along the ground at the foot of the table. One of the objects, a hammer, had been stained in a red liquid.


    His eyes trailed, taking in the sight of the body. Darkness concealed the worst of the damage the man sprawled along the floorboards had sustained. From what he could see, the face had been shattered beyond all recognition.


    He made the sign of the cross with his fingers before he continued looking around the living room. Blood puddled at his feet, splattering along the ground with his steps. What happened here was a fresh turn of events. Recent enough to have coincided with the speeding truck roaring through the woods.


    They¡¯d stumbled upon a home invasion. A lynching that could¡¯ve taken place for any number of reasons. And here they were walking smack dab into the middle of the aftermath.


    ¡°Is everything alright in there?¡± Vincent¡¯s distinct voice called out to him from the exterior.


    He glared to the entryway, not appreciative of the teen¡¯s lack of tact. ¡°It¡¯s alright,¡± he muttered. His eyes spied a white comforter unfurled along the back of the living room couch. ¡°Just wait a minute,¡± he said at a greater volume.


    Picking up the blanket, he threw it over the body. Once he''d wrapped the deceased man into a bundle, he began to pull the figure by his feet. As he made his way to the outside, the moonlight revealed a red trail that had formed around the head.


    One of the others took a rush of breath as he brought out the blanketed pile of dead meat. He dragged the body to the corner of the house where bushes stood, their leaves trembling in the wind.


    Matthew approached, reaching a timid hand towards the white sheets permeated in a persistent patch of red.


    ¡°Don¡¯t look at it,¡± Jack barked.


    The boy shrank back at the harsh tone.


    The sergeant softened his face at the child. ¡°You don¡¯t need to see such a thing, okay? You just stay out here a moment longer. We¡¯ll make sure it¡¯s safe.¡±


    ¡°Safe,¡± Vincent echoed the word behind him. Skepticism graced the young man¡¯s handsome features. Fortunately, he didn¡¯t seem to offer any further comment on the matter. He kept his focus pointed towards the entrance of the cottage.


    Jack approached him. ¡°You¡¯re coming with me. With what happened here, I¡¯d prefer to keep this place how I like my coffee.¡±


    ¡°Pitch black?¡± Alice inquired. Her tone was bemused but not her countenance. There was no time for laughter at the sight of a murder.


    The sergeant nodded. ¡°You got it.¡± He paused, turning to Vincent. ¡°Besides, we could use those eyes of yours, kid.¡±


    Vincent hummed in agreement before he followed the soldier into the residence. Jack motioned the boy ahead of him. It¡¯d be easier to have him take point than to go around running into the occasional wall or piece of overturned furniture.


    They meandered from room to room. One of the venues was a bathroom with no windows. Jack fumbled his finger along the wall until it brushed against a light switch. He flicked it, illuminating the area in a dim, flickering light.


    Vincent looked at him with a baffled expression. Again, he opted not to say anything, which sat just fine with Jack.


    The sergeant moved past the teen. He positioned himself by the sink. His eyes focused on the real prize: A white medicine cabinet.


    Licking his lips, he opened the mirrored door to find several tiny bottles resting neatly in place along the shelves. He spied several labels. Generic-looking cold medicine. Tylenol. His eyes gleamed with delight at the prize they lingered upon: Fentanyl.


    That opioid had caused quite the stir in Deinan. One so pervasive it had managed to infiltrate even Fort Brein¡¯s walls. It was a painkiller far more potent than morphine. Several of the guards at the prison indulged in its use. Quite a few of the prisoners did too; namely Shan, before someone decided to slit his throat while he was handcuffed to a hospital bed.


    He chuckled darkly, finding it amusing that the man¡¯s drug of choice was going to the person suspected to have killed him. Cain had barged into his office with a couple of his meathead goons, demanding they hold a trial. The naivety was almost charming if it weren¡¯t so pathetic. The warden wouldn¡¯t have allowed him to hold any proceedings until his return from the capital. Especially if said proceedings involved Golden Phoenix.


    ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± Vincent asked, gesturing to the bottle he held.


    He regarded the inquisitive teen with a grin, rattling the bottle in his hands as he did so. ¡°Happy pills. Because when your girlfriend takes these, she¡¯s going to be happy.¡±


    ¡°Girl¡­friend?¡± he cocked his head, trying to process the meaning behind the strange term.


    Jack eyed the boy in amusement. ¡°You can¡¯t tell me she¡¯s not. Not with the way you two have been lately.¡±


    ¡°Hmm¡­well, she is a girl. And my friend too. So yeah, I¡¯d say she¡¯s my girlfriend.¡±


    ¡°Er¡­no. That¡¯s not quite what I mean.¡±


    The puppy-dog tilt ensued once more. ¡°Then what do you mean?¡±


    Jack chuckled, deciding it best to tiptoe around the subject. ¡°Well, if you have to ask, then you might want to sort that out with her. I¡¯m sure she¡¯ll be happy to discuss it with you.¡±


    ¡°I guess,¡± he said with a shrug of his shoulders.


    He guessed? What a funny thing to say. Here this young man had an attractive woman he went skinny dipping with, and the best he could do was shrug? Either he was the densest creature going around sucking up air on the face of the earth, or he truly didn¡¯t understand how fortunate he was. The girl was practically head over heels for him. He would¡¯ve been lying if he were to say he didn¡¯t feel a bit jealous.


    Then again, he¡¯d heard the boy was an experiment. One of Vladsco¡¯s many pet-projects. Had the general not made him aware of the obvious? The birds and the bees? Pollination?


    Jack frowned, turning from Vincent before he saw the shift in his expression. He knew better. The only relationships the warden would have allowed that boy to have would involve severing lives versus forging connections. That might also help explain why his personality bore a resemblance to cardboard.


    He flipped the switch, killing the dim light barely illuminating the bathroom.


    The boy went ahead of him in continuation of their exploration. The next venue ventured was a humble kitchen. It didn¡¯t exude much in the way of space.


    Jack let out a sharp intake of breath. Judging by his foot¡¯s collision with the table, he¡¯d go as far as to say the room was somewhere around 70 square feet.


    The pale light from the refrigerator illuminated Vincent. He could see concern rife on the boy¡¯s face. ¡°Are you sure you still want the room like your coffee?¡± his voice questioned. Something resembling amusement danced in his tone. A far cry from the accounts he¡¯d heard about him being devoid of emotions. He¡¯d honestly seen plenty of range during their time together.


    ¡°Glad to see I picked the comedian,¡± Jack grumbled. He brushed him aside with his hand as he peered into the refrigerator. His stomach grumbled at the sight of the food.


    The cold air of the freezer greeted him next, and he was pleased to see frozen dinners sitting inside. A warm meal would do wonders in filling his discontent stomach. Processed food as it may be, it was at least something substantial. Something that wouldn¡¯t have him feeling like an herbivore grazing the land eating what amounted to his dinner¡¯s dinner.


    He looked to Vincent. ¡°I think we might¡¯ve struck gold. You feelin¡¯ rich?¡±


    ¡°Tired and hungry.¡±


    ¡°Lucky you. We came to the right place.¡±


    Vincent nodded. ¡°I¡¯ll go tell-¡±


    ¡°Wait,¡± Jack said, holding up a hand to keep the boy from wandering off. ¡°We still need to keep the lights off.¡±


    ¡°In case the people who¡­well, you know.¡±


    ¡°Yeah. Another party comes through here, we don¡¯t want to be advertising our presence. See if you can find a flashlight or something.¡±


    Vincent nodded before his hands began rummaging through drawers. From the racket, he¡¯d come across the silverware.


    ¡°Keep it down a little,¡± Jack remarked before he began to inspect the table. He stumbled across a few trinkets, nothing atypical for a kitchen. Salt and pepper shakers. A notepad he couldn¡¯t read in the dark. A plastic pen with some inscription printed onto it, likely a business name with a telephone number included.


    Something kicked behind him. Jack¡¯s eyes widened as he whirled around and aimed his rifle. He paused for a moment at the distinct sound of ice collecting inside the freezer. The sergeant let out a nervous laugh, cursing under his breath as he shook his head.


    Vincent wasn¡¯t even looking at him. He had lowered himself underneath the kitchen sink, more so interested in the contents beneath. Glass clinked in his hand, and he pulled out a small, circular object.


    Jack approached him. The scent of peaches teased his nose. When he opened the refrigerator again, the light revealed a candle. The label unsurprisingly advertised a peach fragrance.


    ¡°That¡¯s a good start. You got a lighter for it?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ve got an Alice,¡± Vincent responded.


    That earned another bout of laughter from the sergeant. ¡°I suppose that¡¯s as good any. Go ahead and get the others. We¡¯ll make some food and set camp for a while.¡±


    With that proposition eagerly accepted, the brunette disembarked to share their find with the others. Not before Jack helped himself to a slice of bologna. A paltry price to pay for a finder¡¯s fee if he had to say so himself.


    ****


    Vincent had to suppress a chuckle when his commanding officer snapped her fingers. The resulting flame burned delicately above her index finger. She hovered it over the wick and the candle lit itself within seconds.


    The entrance to the abode was a mess. The others seemed bothered by it, but Vincent took the time to reassure them the house was empty. If they wanted it to stay that way, they¡¯d need to avoid using the light switches. The only one that was fair-game was the bathroom light, and that was only because of the absence of windows.


    ¡°A warm shower,¡± Jack had murmured. Everyone appreciated the thought.


    They congregated around the kitchen, brought together by the faint, flickering flame of the candle held between Vincent¡¯s hands. The furnace blowing through the ventilation also provided them relief from the nipping wind outside.


    The microwave beeped, signaling that dinner was ready. The first frozen dinner was comprised of a tray of some unidentified meat with fake grill marks branded onto it next to a side of mashed potatoes. The food was shoved before Alice and Matthew. Women and children first proved to be the silent understanding.


    She took a bite out of it, chewing on it, transporting the meat from her teeth to the ridge of her mouth before she swallowed.


    ¡°How is it?¡± Vincent asked.


    ¡°Not as good as it looks on the box. Little cold around the sides. Way too warm in the center.¡±


    Jack looked up from the appliance, having loaded the next tray into it. ¡°That¡¯s a microwave for you.


    She shook her head. ¡°Has nothing to do with false advertising and the fact that there is water escaping from the meat with every bite.¡±


    ¡°So you don¡¯t want it?¡±


    Alice glared at the sergeant. ¡°This processed abomination is mine. I¡¯ll melt the fingers off the first one of you that tries to take it.¡±


    This got a laugh from the others. Before too much longer they had their meals in front of them. Unfortunately, the lieutenant¡¯s description had been too precise. The meat, which the box claimed to be Salisbury steak, tasted like a processed slab of¡­something filled with water that oozed out at the slightest pressure.


    With as hungry as they were, they all would have personally gotten on their hands and knees and thanked the factory that had slapped this hastily-prepared concoction, with its multisyllabic ingredients, into the cardboard container that housed it.


    Before long, Jack addressed the crowd. ¡°Well, it¡¯s late. I vote we go to sleep now and save the warm showers for the morning.¡±


    Kurt stood from the table and made his way over to the darkened hallway, disappearing from sight. The sound of a door closing was his only reply.


    This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    Vincent frowned. Even during the meal, he couldn¡¯t help but notice how the brunette teen seemed content in shooting him dirty looks, all while silently praying Vincent would choke on his food. To be honest, the amber-eyed teen would be lying if he were to say that he didn¡¯t wish the same for his spiteful companion.


    Jack patted Matthew¡¯s shoulder. ¡°What do you say we take the couch, kid?¡±


    The boy shook his head. ¡°I¡¯d rather stay in here. I¡­don¡¯t want to be near that room.¡±


    Vincent didn¡¯t blame the boy. He wouldn¡¯t want to lay anywhere near that living room with all the blood staining the floor. With all the vital fluid soaking through the sheet Jack had dragged outside, he could only imagine what had happened in there.


    The sergeant hummed as he drummed his knuckles on the table.


    ¡°Well, I think we can manage that. I¡¯ll see if we can fetch you a pillow and a blanket. Bet we can get you a nice, cozy setup in here.¡±


    The child nodded, finding that idea much more agreeable than lying next to a murder scene.


    Vincent and Alice stayed with Jack and Matthew for a bit. The sergeant found another comforter in the house. The pillow came from the couch and the boy nestled himself in the corner. He dozed off in record timing from the world around them, the allure of sleep taking him far away. Hopefully to a land devoid of war and murders.


    Once the child was sound asleep, the sergeant excused himself and reclined onto the couch. He seemed reluctant, but he figured it¡¯d be for the best. ¡°I¡¯m a light sleeper,¡± he boasted.


    Vincent personally didn¡¯t care how heavy of a sleeper he was. Given the raiders had previously come in through the broken window, he felt that was undoubtedly the worst place the man could be in the house. Still, if he was certain, the teen would turn a blind eye to it.


    That still only left one bedroom. Alice offered no objections when Vincent proposed they share it together, though she nervously looked away when she agreed. He wasn¡¯t sure why. Hadn¡¯t they shared a cell within the prison? How was this any different?


    As they made their way to the bedroom door, thoughts of the lake sprang into Vincent¡¯s mind. When they¡¯d shared a cell, they hadn¡¯t had the experiences they did now. Maybe that¡¯s why his heart had started hammering like a desperate man left out in the cold who was trying to pound his way through the door of a warm building.


    ****


    The door to the bedroom clicked open as Alice followed the candle. More specifically, she followed the young man who held it.


    She¡¯d helped herself to the medicine bottle Jack had offered her earlier. It was amazing how one tiny, blue pill could dull her pain. She felt relieved to be free of it. Yet she was more nervous than ever. No drug on earth could make her feel the way she did with the boy who¡¯d pulled her into the lake.


    Alice closed her eyes and drank in the memory. The way he¡¯d pulled her underneath the waters and kissed her. It really was like magic. A spell that made her feel a happiness nothing else within this world could have. She opened her eyes, feeling her cheeks burn.


    He was sitting across from her now. Golden eyes intently watched her like she was the most fascinating sight to see on the planet. Like he had found some long-lost treasure.


    How long had it been since¡­ No. She was positive no man alive had ever looked upon her the way Vincent did. Not Julius, not that loathsome animal from the prison, nor any of the many amorous looks from the male cadets that claimed their desire to catch her eye. No. None other on this earth compared to it.


    There was a part of her that felt giddy at the prospect. To think that there may just be one out there to accept a creature like her, broken as she was. One willing to attempt to repair the broken pieces of her, once shattered, heart. A heart that she had once thought would never be mended.


    However¡­


    The brunette sat the candle by the bedroom nightstand. The orange glow moved and flickered along the walls in an almost intoxicating dance, the girl¡¯s pull on the flame causing it to rise and fall as if it were breathing. Vincent offered her a smile.


    Alice swallowed, heart racing. Goosebumps traveled along her spine. Despite her best efforts, her thoughts continued to drift back to the lake: Their stolen moment. He¡¯d touched her so tenderly. A part of her couldn¡¯t help but ponder where they would stand now if Kurt had never interfered.


    Would he have confessed his love? Yes, she was almost positive that¡¯s what he had been trying to say now. Would she have accepted? Would she have given into his advances and fallen completely under this spell that was desperate to claim her heart once more?


    The blonde chewed her lip. No. That wasn¡¯t correct. She was positive now more than ever that she had never felt such a way. Sapphire eyes drifted to her lap. If only¡­ If only this accursed war was over, and she was free to choose.


    I choose you¡­


    The blonde drew in a breath. He¡¯d said the words so easily.


    The boy dangled his slipper along the edge of his foot, the movement snapping the girl from her thoughts. It dropped to the floorboard below with a ¡®thud¡¯. He began to remove his other slipper in a similar manner, inching it off with the tips of his toes before gravity claimed the shoe.


    Alice pulled her shoes off with her hands. She slid them off the bed. The girl paid little mind to the sound they made; she remained intent on watching the boy in front of her.


    Golden eyes gleamed at her from behind his bangs. He brushed the hair away, revealing a clearer picture of his cherubic features. His full lips widened at the sight of her curiosity.


    ¡°You know, this is as good a time as any to talk.¡±


    An offer. She bit her lip as she tried to figure out the best way to accept it. COULD she accept it?


    ¡°About us?¡± she finally asked. It felt almost like a dare to come out and say it. She shuddered, all too aware of the dangerous ground they¡¯d begun to tread.


    If she didn¡¯t stop this now¡­


    The boy smiled warmly. Too late¡­


    The sultry gaze in his eyes and the soft hum he gave affirmed the brunette¡¯s answer.


    Challenge accepted.


    Alice fumbled. She had nothing to say. Everything to say. Oh, she hated how the words failed to emerge. Lingering on the tip of her tongue and disappearing before they surfaced out of her mouth. There was a time, that now felt like ages ago, that such an outcome was no different.


    She supposed some things never truly changed.


    Her mind snapped back to the young man when she felt him gently rub his hand along her shoulder. He allowed his fingers to slide along her arm before they rested at the top of her hand, creating a trail of tremors in their wake.


    Vincent told her everything with a touch and eager eyes, while saying nothing at all. His actions spoke at a greater volume when he leaned closer to her.


    Sapphire eyes widened. ¡°W-wa-wait!¡± she suddenly squeaked, a twinge of desperation creeping into her voice.


    He paused, acquiescing to her request. He looked expectantly at her, which only made the effort to speak even more challenging.


    ¡°You can¡¯t.¡± She felt a lump inside her throat tremble. She looked away. ¡°I mean, I¡­I don¡¯t know.¡±


    She only prayed the boy would understand. Never had her heart felt so torn between love and duty. Yes, she knew good and well that that duty was to an organization that cared not for her happiness or desire.


    The boy¡¯s next words nearly stopped her heart, and she forgot to breathe.


    ¡°I know that I love you.¡±


    The arrow struck true, nearly toppling her with its intensity. She sucked in a breath, raising a trembling hand to her chest. ¡°W-wh-why?¡±


    How? How could he possibly love her? Did he even know what he was saying?


    Vincent felt his chest tighten at the whisper. That was a good question. He closed his eyes briefly in thought. After a moment, he brushed the pad of his thumb along her hand, quirking a small smile at the trembling the action provoked.


    ¡°Because you mean everything to me.¡±


    The blonde¡¯s breath hitched as the boy then brought her hand to his chest, pressing her palm against it. The corners of her lips twitched as she felt his heart beating rapidly beneath her palm. It would seem he was just as at a loss as her.


    When the brunette spoke again, his tone registered barely above a whisper, yet it carried with it all the weight of a clear shout.


    ¡°A-Alice, I¡­ I may not have much in the way of memories, but the ones I do seem to have¡­are filled with you.¡± He paused, holding out the hand he¡¯d had in his pocket since after they¡¯d eaten earlier.


    Alice gasped as he opened his hand, revealing the contents he¡¯d been concealing. In his palm rested two brightly-colored, candy-coated chocolates. H-He must have found them in the kitchen earlier.


    The girl sniffed. What were the odds? She had little time to ponder the matter as he gently placed the candy in her free hand before he continued.


    ¡°Ever since I woke up, Alice, you¡¯re the only person that¡¯s made me feel¡­whole. After all we¡¯ve been through, I know I¡¯m certain of only one thing-¡±


    Please, don¡¯t. Don¡¯t say it!


    ¡°I choose you.¡± He inched closer as he spoke. ¡°Now and forever, I¡¯ll choose you. Even if my memory never completely returns, I choose you.¡±


    The dam broke. Tears welled within the young lieutenant¡¯s eyes as she averted her gaze. The boy couldn¡¯t possibly¡­ In choosing her, he didn¡¯t understand what he would be giving up. Didn¡¯t he see that?!


    ¡°You-you can¡¯t though,¡± Alice choked, her words barely coming out.


    ¡°I obviously lost you once. I refuse to allow it a second time. As long as there¡¯s a breath in me, I will choose you. Forever. No matter the cost.¡±


    She couldn¡¯t believe the words leaving his lips. The fire in her ignited at that, her inner composure all set to melt from such a careless statement. She was now positive the boy couldn¡¯t possibly know what he was saying. Even still¡­ Tears trickled along her cheeks as she sobbed. The boy was insane. He had to be. Then again¡­perhaps she was too. ¡°Y-you have to stop. Because¡­if you don¡¯t¡­I-I won¡¯t be able to.¡±


    She wasn¡¯t strong enough for this.


    Forever¡­


    The boy¡¯s words echoed through her ears once more, sending a bout of fresh tears streaming down her pale cheeks.


    Vincent¡¯s expression softened, his face now inches from her own as he gently trailed a hand along her back. ¡°I didn¡¯t say I had a problem with it.¡±


    The echo of her earlier words set the fire within her to a blaze as she closed the distance and kissed him for the fourth time. She pushed him gently onto the bed and studied him for a few seconds. When he merely wiped the tears from her cheeks, she closed the distance and, for good measure, kissed him a fifth time.


    You found me¡­


    Vincent continued to wipe the tears from her eyes, even as their lips continued to meet and part over and over again. he wrapped his arms around her as gravity, with a little help from his own gentle tug, pulled her into his chest. His fingers gently traveled along her bare arms, relishing in the shiver he earned in response to the caress, before snaking around to her back.


    Alice couldn¡¯t help but smile, even as she felt the heat bleed into her cheeks. This all felt so¡­surreal. She would be lying if she were to say that a small part of her wasn¡¯t afraid that she may have fallen asleep at some point, and this was all nothing more than a sweet dream. Then again, if this were a dream, it was one she wouldn¡¯t mind to linger in.


    Vincent pulled them into a sitting position, propping a pillow behind himself. His breath hitched at the unfamiliar friction as the girl slid down to rest directly in his lap. He gently combed a hand through her silken hair, eliciting yet another string of trembling from the young woman. HIS woman.


    The brunette leaned forward again, recapturing the girl¡¯s lips. Being mindful of her injuries, Vincent carefully brought his arms down to her waist.


    Alice shuddered, squirming in the boy¡¯s grasp as she felt the timid fingertips against her naked flesh.


    Wait. What?


    The teen shuddered. Apparently, the boy had, somehow, managed to unbutton her shirt and slide it from her shoulders without her even realizing.


    A warm bolt of heat shot down Vincent¡¯s spine as the blonde¡¯s weight suddenly shifted, leaving him breathless. He was beginning to feel lightheaded. It was only then that he began to take notice of the faint, throbbing ache traveling to his lower body.


    Alice stilled, feeling him against her then. Her cheeks darkened. Well, if she¡¯d ever questioned the boy¡¯s attraction to her¡­


    She eased onto him, running her finger down the base of his spine as she leaned up to gently nip his ear.


    The reaction was even better than anything her most amorous fantasies could have concocted.


    Vincent¡¯s eyes immediately closed, trembling as a soft moan escaped his lips.


    It had to have been the most adorable sound Alice had ever heard. She repeated the action, earning herself a delightful whimper for her endeavors.


    The brunette was lost in a world of ecstasy the likes of which he¡¯d never known. His pulse throbbed in his ears as he timidly traced the edges of the young woman¡¯s collar bone with a finger. Feeling emboldened by her responses to his touches thus far, his other hand came to rest upon her rear. He gave a soft squeeze.


    Alice squeaked in surprise, color bleeding into her cheeks once more.


    The pair regarded one another with shy eyes for a moment.


    ¡°I love you.¡±


    The blonde shivered at the soft whisper next to her ear. Oh, no matter how many times the boy said it, she was positive she would never tire of hearing it.


    ¡°I-I love you too.¡±


    Alice gave a coy smile as the boy seemed to quiver in response.


    He was cold, huh? No problem. She would warm him.


    Drawing upon her energy, she heated the tips of her fingers as she ran them down the boy¡¯s exposed chest, relishing in the trembling she elicited from the young male. She wasn¡¯t sure when she¡¯d liberated the shirt from him, whether it was right now or perhaps forever ago. All she knew was, within that single moment, free from intrusion and judgment, the boy was hers.


    Up. Down. The girl slowly traced a neat line from the boy¡¯s chin all the way to his navel and back again.


    She smiled, delighting in the sounds that had begun to leak from his lips.


    Soft moans. Contented sighs. The breathless whisper of her name¡­


    Alice gasped as the boy¡¯s grip on her hips suddenly tightened. He closed his eyes, a faint whimper escaping his lips. Awash in sensation herself, she was unable to prevent the moan that rushed past her lips.


    ¡°Vi¡­Vin-cent.¡±


    The boy shuddered again at the heated whisper, a tingling warmth overtaking his senses. The steady throb of his pulse thudded in his ears as he desperately tried to regain his breath.


    A kind of sleepy warmth gradually descended upon the pair.


    Alice smiled. Remembering the candy still held in her hand, her grin widened.


    Well, what was one more sweet treat before bed?


    She met the boy¡¯s gaze before gathering the chocolate into her mouth and sealing their lips once more.


    A blissful sigh escaped the blonde¡¯s lips, enveloped in the sweet taste of chocolate-covered peanuts and a milky flavor that she could only describe as uniquely Vincent.


    Vincent repositioned them, sliding down to lay them flat on the bed as they drew back from their kiss. He pulled her close, tucking her head securely beneath his chin.


    Alice hummed softly in contentment as the boy continued his gentle attentions to her naked back. When one of his hands drifted lower, she timidly brushed her lips to his shoulder. ¡°You know, that¡¯s an awfully inappropriate way to be touching your commanding officer, Vincent.¡±


    The boy gave a shy giggle, though his hand did not move from its position. ¡°Well, I don¡¯t hear my commanding officer complaining,¡± he challenged. He brought his lips to her ear and gently nipped her earlobe.


    Alice¡¯s breath hitched from his warm breath. His teeth instilled a pleasurable sensation within her.


    ¡°My commanding officer seemed to like that.¡±


    She pouted at her subordinate. ¡°It isn¡¯t fair. If it weren¡¯t for my ribs and how drowsy this painkiller is making me, you and I would be¡­¡± she lowered her head and bit her lip as she spoke. ¡°¡­we¡¯d go further.¡±


    It was quite the difficult confession to make. She¡¯d never made love with anyone her whole life, but, dear God, it was an experience she was certainly more than willing to try. The need to have this strange, new urge fulfilled was maddening. She was apt to blame teenage hormones. Yet she didn¡¯t want to push her body and have her stitches ripped while having sex with him. That would have resulted in the type of screams that would have ruined the moment for the pair.


    Vincent¡¯s finger gingerly lifted her chin. Sympathy appeared prevalent in the young man¡¯s features. Understanding even. For someone who hadn¡¯t been well versed when it came to relationships, he seemed adept enough. The way he carried himself in private was a stark contrast to his public persona. The shy lamb ditched his wool coat to reveal a confident wolf underneath. One whose charms she couldn¡¯t resist.


    ¡°I¡¯m fine with it being like this,¡± he said before he kissed her once more. ¡°Just the two of us.¡±


    She rested her head on his chest. His heart drummed its familiar song to her; the rhythm of his love relaxed her racing pulse.


    ¡°You¡¯re quite the romantic, aren¡¯t you?¡±


    ¡°Oh?¡±


    ¡°The lake. Here. You seem to know how to sweep a woman off her feet, huh?¡±


    Vincent let out a chuckle. ¡°There you go describing being lifted again. I still say you just like being held in my arms.¡±


    ¡°And you like being the one doing the holding. I fear you¡¯re going to pamper me now. The type of boyfriend to spoil his girl.¡±


    He paused, considering her words. Something seemed to click within him as he hummed in agreement with her assessment.


    ¡°My, my, Alice. You¡¯ve gone from commanding officer to lover in the span of not even a day.¡± His lips curved into a teasing grin. ¡°Looks like I better watch it. May make some jealous.¡±


    ¡°Does¡­does that bother you?¡±


    He shook his head. ¡°It makes me happy. More than you could ever know,¡± he whispered before he pressed his lips to her forehead.


    Alice found relief in his words. She snuggled next to him, happy to be his teddy bear for the precise moment. Happy to be his in any capacity. She closed her eyes as the medicine continued to exhaust her. Sleep came with warm thoughts dwelling upon what the future held for them.


    ****


    Amber eyes blinked for what must have been a thousand times in the course an hour. A long hour where every minute seemed to drag.


    Vincent looked down at the unconscious figure lying upon his chest. Her breathing had softened forty minutes ago, when sleep had taken her from the land of the conscious and restless.


    He had much to be restless about. The rawness of the experience. The way he¡¯d melted in the wake of her touch, warm fingertips stroking the edge of his throat and traveling slowly, ever so deliberately, down his chest and to his stomach.


    We¡¯d go further¡­


    Vincent¡¯s breath hitched. Further¡­


    A promise. A promise he was sure to hold her to.


    Swallowing the sudden lump in his throat, the teen traced a finger down her exposed back. He only hoped she¡¯d heal quickly.


    However¡­


    The boy frowned as his eyes lingered to the door for what must¡¯ve been the hundredth time. Past the wooden barrier and down the hallway lied a soul who begrudged what they had. A blackened soul who¡¯d made the angel he held close in his arms cry with his careless words.


    No. Careless implied accidental. There had been a purpose, an aim, behind the things Kurt had said. The goal was to degrade her, to make her feel shame for having dared to love him.


    Vincent narrowed his eyes. He had warned the belligerent youth. Even gave him more than one chance to get his act together.


    Jack had said the arguing would get them killed.


    The boy closed his eyes as his hand reached inside his pocket. His fingers stroked the course handle of the pocketknife he¡¯d slapped out of Kurt¡¯s grasp. He remembered, vividly, the glint of its polished surface. Unlike Kurt, he was willing to put the blade to use.


    He grasped the pillow and shifted his body. Alice¡¯s head migrated from his chest to the pillow he pulled to her head. The lieutenant groaned. Life started to flutter into her blue eyes. Confusion as to why her human headrest had been substituted for a cloth one.


    ¡°Vin, where you goin¡¯?¡±


    Part of his name along with a semblance of proper English etiquette had been slurred, a byproduct of exhaustion coupled with a painkiller.


    Vincent offered the exhausted woman a smile. ¡°Go back to sleep, darling. Just tending to some business,¡± he said before he kissed her forehead.


    She grumbled something, likely an acknowledgment, before she drifted back to sleep. With as much as her body had endured, little coaxing was necessary. Vincent found things better that way. Less messy of an entanglement.


    His bare feet landed upon the floorboards. The initial creek was the only sound they made before he tiptoed along the ground. The door opened; its hinge proved quiet enough to not give away his departure.


    Several steps forward. His eyes darted to the kitchen. No life. The only sound made was Matthew¡¯s snoring. Even then, that noise came faintly.


    He advanced a few more steps before he scanned his eyes towards the living room. No movement there, aside from the subtle motion of the curtain blown by the wind.


    Turning on his heel, he made his way to the desired door; his hand latched onto the knob. With the inevitable twist came a soft ¡®click¡¯.


    Vincent crept into the room. Sprawled out on the mattress lied the one who¡¯d extracted tears from Alice. He watched the unconscious figure from the entryway and resisted the urge to growl. Even the undignified way he snored irked him. Everything about this man seemed intent on repulsing him. In a way, that revulsion made his advance towards him all the easier.


    He pulled the knife out of his pocket. The blade gave a ¡®click¡¯ as it unfolded from its curled position. Taking a deep breath, the only one he did since his journey from his bed, he made his move.


    ****


    Kurt¡¯s heart thundered. Some foreign weight made itself known. The mattress by his head seemed to depress from the landing.


    He jerked, his eyes wide open. His heart did a flip at the sight. A dark figure hovered above him.


    When he went to scream, the sound was muffled. A hand pressed itself against his mouth. In quick succession, something else touched his throat. Sharp and pointed. Even with as fast as the moment ran, even in the middle of a black room, it didn¡¯t take much in the way of imagination to discern it was a blade.


    Had the party from earlier returned? Was it the joyriders in the truck? Maybe it was someone else, or another group entirely that had stalked the residence searching for signs of life, waiting patiently in the dead of the night before they encroached into the residence and cornered their prey.


    No. The figure on him was too familiar.


    Golden eyes gleamed at Kurt within the darkness. Black bangs he could barely make out with the scant light of the moon adorned the forehead of his visitor.


    ¡°We need to talk.¡±


    The tone sounded light, almost a whisper, yet the deep quality proved unmistakable. Vincent.


    Kurt¡¯s eyes lingered down to the object at his throat. It suddenly made sense why he couldn¡¯t find the pocketknife. This lunatic had smuggled it out from under him, back when they¡¯d had their altercation at the campfire.


    Don¡¯t make me kill you.


    He didn¡¯t dare laugh. The boy had meant his words, no matter how remorsefully spoken they were. He planned on carrying out his threat.


    There was no way he¡¯d get away with it though. He couldn¡¯t. The group would have questions if they found him dead in the morning with his throat slit open.


    ¡°It scares me in a way.¡±


    Vincent was scared. Kurt found that comment to be quite the disgusting joke. That psychopath wasn¡¯t the one with a knife pointing directly at his throat.


    Golden slits narrowed. ¡°How calm I feel right now. I thought, when I came in here, I¡¯d feel something. You know, a beating heart. My pulse racing,¡± the boy frowned as he spoke. ¡°I feel fine. What I¡¯m doing right now is as easy as breathing. That can¡¯t be normal, can it?¡±


    The hand covering Kurt¡¯s mouth remained still. The question was meant to be rhetorical. Even if it wasn¡¯t, the technician had no desire to move his head in any capacity. Not when he risked getting cut.


    ¡°The people at the prison said I was an experiment. A monster devoid of emotions. Those are lies, I¡¯ll have you know. I feel. Alice makes me feel. Happiness. Belonging. Love. She means the world to me, Kurt. She¡¯s honestly all I have.¡±


    No, he had a knife. Kurt could attest to that fact. Right now, he was stuck listening to a boy vent his personal problems to him. Throughout his time under Leo¡¯s parentage, he¡¯d been given many roles. Lab technician, engineer, tech support, and doctor. Supposing he didn¡¯t get killed, he¡¯d need to jot down therapist onto his resume.


    ¡°What I¡¯m saying means nothing to you. You¡¯ve¡­¡± he trailed off for a few seconds, searching for the rights words to share. ¡°¡­never woken up unsure of who you are. I¡¯m sure you see that as pathetic. A bullshit amnesia story, I believe you said. I wish it were, Kurt. I really wish it were. But try to imagine having nothing to your name. No memories. No connections. Not even the face of your own mother or father to comfort you. It¡¯s sad really.¡±


    Vincent eased his hand off the boy¡¯s mouth. Kurt could at least breathe easier. Though not too easy. The knife remained firmly in place.


    ¡°Kurt¡­I know you couldn¡¯t care less. This isn¡¯t meant to be a sob story. I don¡¯t need your pity.¡±


    ¡°Then why?¡± Kurt asked.


    He regretted his question immediately when the knife nicked his chin. He let out a yelp before Vincent pressed his hand onto his mouth again.


    ¡°I was just getting to that. Refrain from running your mouth, please. It¡¯s that nasty habit of yours that¡¯s gotten you stuck here on the business end of this knife.¡±


    The words Vincent spoke were cordial enough. The tone a tranquil fury. Even. Purposeful. Kurt imagined if he interrupted him again, he wouldn¡¯t be let off with a small cut. No, Vincent would kill him. That much was too obvious.


    ¡°What I¡¯m impressing upon you is that Alice gives my life meaning. She makes me happy. Completes me. Without her, I likely would kill myself. I have no one else,¡± he said. The slit pupils observing Kurt narrowed as they regarded him with a frosty look. ¡°So you can understand why I don¡¯t take too kindly to someone hurting this precious person.¡±


    Kurt trembled. Tears left his eyes well before he closed them. He really was going to die. This lunatic would find a way to worm himself out of trouble. Maybe he¡¯d kill him and dispose of his body. He could foist the blame upon the home invaders.


    ¡°If you ever make her cry like that again, I will fucking end you,¡± Vincent said, his voice dropping to an even harsher tone. ¡°I will shove this blade through your throat, twist it, and watch you choke on your own blood.¡±


    The hand left his mouth and gently patted his cheek. The mattress creaked as Vincent rose from it. When Kurt dared to open his eyes and look up, he found the teen staring at him from the doorway.


    ¡°You cut yourself while shaving,¡± Vincent said as he retracted the blade of the pocketknife. ¡°You should be more careful. Could get infected.¡±


    Kurt resisted the urge to yell at him. To call the man a psycho; a deranged lunatic. He was too scared to do so. The look in the boy¡¯s eyes made it clear he¡¯d come back over there and kill him well before the others had a chance to come rushing to his aid.


    ¡°Now, if you¡¯ll excuse me, I¡¯m going to go back to bed with your sister,¡± he said. He paused a moment before the ghost of a smile flickered on his features. He amended his words. ¡°With my girlfriend.¡±


    Death left his bedroom. Kurt wept, covering the noise with the pillow. Things had spiraled out of control. His sister was with a dangerous man. For all his efforts to help, he¡¯d only shoved them further apart. So far away that he¡¯d never retrieve her again.


    He didn¡¯t sleep for the remainder of the night. Instead, for the first time in years, he prayed to a being he swore didn¡¯t exist. For it was only by the grace of God that he had survived the encounter.

 Chapter 25: The Long Road Home

    Chapter 25: The Long Road Home


    The pale, gray light of early dawn had the birds chirping enthusiastically in their nests, more than eager at the prospect of beginning a new day.


    Sapphire eyes fluttered, gradually succumbing to the pull of wakefulness.


    A small moan escaped Alice¡¯s lips as she began to stir. Much too warm and comfortable to fully open her eyes just yet, she sighed and snuggled into the source of warmth pressing against her cheek.


    ¡°Good morning, beautiful.¡±


    Alice felt her heart jump, her eyes snapping open in an instant.


    Amber eyes crinkled in amusement as they observed her.


    Suddenly finding herself feeling quite bashful as she discovered she had been sleeping on his chest, the girl averted her gaze from the shirtless male.


    ¡°G-good morning, Vincent,¡± she murmured, a light dusting of red coloring her pale cheeks.


    The blonde¡¯s blush only seemed to deepen at finding herself shirtless as well. All at once, memories from the prior night seemed to roll in like a wave, leaving the young woman nearly breathless.


    She swallowed, slowly sitting up. She bit back the pained groan that protested the movement.


    Noticing the change in the young woman¡¯s facial features, Vincent frowned. ¡°How are you feeling?¡±


    The blonde sighed, placing a hand to her forehead. ¡°Like I¡¯ve been hit by a truck.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed, his frown deepening at the grimace. His eyes traveled down to the girl¡¯s side. The red edges were noticeably darkening, slowly spreading out into a spider-like pattern as they crept up to the bottom of her ribcage.


    He placed a hand to his girlfriend¡¯s forehead.


    She¡¯s getting worse¡­


    Vincent sighed as he stood up, carefully helping the girl to her feet. ¡°Just try to take it easy, okay, darling?¡±


    Alice froze. Flushing a deep crimson.


    Did he just¡­call her¡­?


    ¡°D-Da-Darling?¡± she stuttered, her blush deepening.


    Vincent gave a somewhat bashful smile at the reaction, raising a hand to rub the back of his head. Truth be told, the term of endearment had slipped out without a conscious thought.


    Alice cleared her throat, feeling more than a little awkward. Lord! It was only a pet-name! By all rights, she shouldn¡¯t be quite so jumpy.


    However¡­


    The blonde looked away. ¡°A-about last night¡­¡±


    Vincent¡¯s head immediately snapped up. ¡°Yes?¡±


    The blonde hesitated for a moment before finally raising her eyes to meet his questioning gaze. ¡°Did you mean it?¡±


    The brunette¡¯s features softened as he pressed a hand to her cheek, brushing it with the pad of his thumb. ¡°Now and forever.¡±


    Alice failed to hold back the tears that welled in her eyes. ¡°I-I choose you,¡± she echoed. Rules, responsibilities, and obnoxious adoptive brothers momentarily forgotten, she gently pulled the boy into her arms.


    She smiled as she rested her cheek against his chest, amusement dancing in her eyes at his skipping heartbeat.


    She had a boyfriend!


    To say that Alice was elated would be an understatement. She was practically floating on air! She wouldn¡¯t mess this up. She was going to be the best lover the boy would ever hope to find.


    Pulling back after a moment, she then took notice of the brunette¡¯s change in wardrobe.


    He now wore a pair of dark blue jeans. At the foot of the bed sat a green shirt that she assumed he meant to put on.


    She only now noticed that his hair was also slightly damp.


    Just how long had he been up?


    Noting her puzzled look, Vincent gave a sheepish smile. ¡°Couldn¡¯t sleep.¡±


    A look of sympathy passed over the blonde¡¯s face. ¡°Yeah. The sooner we get out of here, the better off we¡¯ll be.¡±


    Vincent nodded. ¡°Couldn¡¯t agree more.¡±


    Alice turned and made her way over to the candle that had remained on the nightstand long after it had burnt itself out.


    Though early morning, it was still dark enough that she would need the extra illumination.


    She cracked a small smile. After all, she didn¡¯t have the luxury of seeing in the dark as her boyfriend did.


    Peering inside the candle, the teen frowned. It was no good. Having no wax left to burn, the thing was now completely useless.


    She shrugged. No matter.


    Snapping her fingers, a small flame materialized. Curling her fingers, she transferred the fire to her palm.


    Vincent watched in awe.


    Her power was as beautiful as it was deadly.


    The boy smiled. ¡°Got your own personal candle, I see.¡±


    His girlfriend chuckled lightly. It was a sweet sound. A sound that lifted his spirits after what he¡¯d been forced to do to her ¡®brother¡¯ the prior night.


    And he wasn¡¯t without remorse. He knew good and well that he¡¯d terrified the boy. Truth be told, he wouldn¡¯t have been surprised to find he¡¯d pissed himself after their exchange.


    He ran a hand through his damp locks. Of course, that had been the point of their little ¡®chat¡¯. He¡¯d had a message to send. He was done allowing others to tell him how to feel. That his feelings were wrong. Fake. Manufactured.


    The teen almost snorted in disgust.


    The fool. His safety was almost assured. With Alice¡¯s injuries, he was the only one capable of providing her aid.


    ¡°I suppose I should find myself something too. Sooner rather than later, this prison getup is gonna attract unwanted attention,¡± the girl mused, snapping her boyfriend from his thoughts.


    He nodded in agreement. ¡°I found these clothes I got in the dresser over there,¡± he spoke, pointing to a tall dresser in the very back corner of the room.


    Alice hummed, making her way over to the indicated wardrobe.


    There were various items of clothing. From sweaters to shorts, the owner of the house seemed to have been prepared for a multitude of weather conditions.


    The blonde grimaced at the range in size. A great majority of the clothing seemed to be in size large. No chance for a good fit.


    She struck gold as she finally stumbled across a pair of gray sweatpants that were a size medium with an elastic waistband and drawstring.


    At least they wouldn¡¯t be too terribly large on her.


    Sapphire eyes lit up as she discovered a blue t-shirt of the same size. She would have to continue to wear the panties and bra she had, but at least this would do for now.


    Outfit selected, she extinguished her flame.


    She shot her boyfriend a grin. ¡°Pretty bad when a set of borrowed clothes and a hot shower make you feel like the richest person on the planet, huh?¡±


    Vincent chuckled. He was inclined to agree. Then again, he supposed he was getting used to it in a way.


    The teen frowned. It was a thought that didn¡¯t sit well with him.


    ¡°You alright?¡±


    Vincent shook his head at the sound of his girlfriend¡¯s voice. At her worried frown, he gave her a tender smile as he walked over to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. ¡°I¡¯m fine. Why don¡¯t you go get your shower, so Kurt can have a look at that wound?¡±


    The blonde gave a sour frown, but nodded, nonetheless.


    ****


    Jack eyed the brunette sitting at the table with suspicion as he reached into the refrigerator, retrieving a carton of orange juice he¡¯d seen earlier. ¡°You alive over there?¡± he muttered, taking a swig.


    The boy seemed to flinch slightly, as if just now noticing him, before grumbling lightly under his breath.


    Jack rolled his eyes. He probably didn¡¯t want to know. Handing the carton of juice off to Matthew, he folded his arms. Following the line of the teen¡¯s gaze didn¡¯t do wonders to improve his mood either.


    Alice and Vincent had emerged from their bedroom, talking quietly as the blonde made her way to the bathroom.


    ¡°If you need anything, I¡¯ll be right out here, okay?¡±


    Alice nodded, giving a soft smile.


    The pair paused a moment, a brief look passing between them before the blonde leaned forward to peck a quick kiss against the boy¡¯s lips.


    Jack gave a bemused grin as the child next to him let out a snorting giggle at witnessing the sight.


    ¡°Yuck.¡±


    Jack chuckled. Looks like he learns fast, he mused, eyeing the raven-haired teen as he approached them. ¡°It seems you¡¯ve been shown what a girlfriend is. I take it the talk went well?¡±


    Vincent flashed a small, fond smile. Noticing Kurt¡¯s stare, he turned his attention to the young scientist.


    Kurt quickly looked away.


    Jack quirked a brow as he eyed the brown-eyed brunette once more. ¡°Wow. I would¡¯ve thought for sure that would get you going. You sure you¡¯re feeling alright?¡±


    Kurt shook his head, looking anywhere but his amber-eyed nemesis. ¡°Just wanna get going, is all,¡± he grumbled finally, not missing the psychopath¡¯s look of approval.


    Jack shrugged. ¡°Fair enough.¡± He turned back to Vincent. ¡°I take it your girlfriend shares the same sentiment?¡±


    Vincent nodded, taking the carton of orange juice from Matthew when the boy offered it to him. ¡°Yes, but she¡¯s in a lot of pain again. That pill you gave her has worn off. I think the infection is getting worse too.¡±


    Jack sighed. ¡°I was afraid of that.¡± Pausing, his turned to the young scientist. ¡°You probably should take a look at it. I¡¯ll do some digging around and see if I can find some actual antibiotics. Those painkillers are nice, but they aren¡¯t gonna do shit for a dead girl.¡±


    Kurt pursed his lips as Vincent¡¯s gaze fell onto him once more. ¡°You¡¯re the one that¡¯s got her walking around shirtless. What do you need me for? I would have thought you got a good look yourself,¡± he finally grumbled, averting his eyes again.


    Vincent¡¯s eyes narrowed briefly before a bit of amusement crept into his amber eyes. ¡°As a matter of fact, I did. It looks like it¡¯s getting worse to me, but I¡¯m not a doctor.¡±


    ¡°Everything is getting worse,¡± Kurt mumbled under his breath with an agitated sigh as he rose from the table.


    ¡°Well, doctor?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not a¡­¡± he paused, giving some consideration to his response. ¡°Look, just have her come see me when she gets out.¡±


    ¡°Where are you going?¡± Jack questioned, his brows furrowing.


    Kurt paused, glancing between Vincent and the sergeant for a moment. ¡°T-to get some air,¡± he finally muttered, taking his leave out the back door.


    Jack shot a questioning look to Vincent as the teen took over Kurt¡¯s previous spot at the table. ¡°You got any idea what¡¯s going on with him?¡±


    Vincent shrugged before he took another drink of orange juice. ¡°Just seems to be in one of his moods, I suppose.¡± He placed the carton back onto the table as he spared the sergeant a smile. ¡°Or he might¡¯ve finally gotten the point.¡±


    ****


    Alice gave a blissful sigh as she leaned back against the bathroom door, closing her eyes. Despite the pain tearing through her side like a set of angry claws, she was sure she¡¯d stumbled upon a slice of heaven that had fallen to Earth.


    She couldn¡¯t seem to help the girlish giggle that bubbled up in her throat.


    The boy was a sweetheart, indeed. And if he remained as sensitive to her touch as he had been last night¡­ Oh, she was going to take great pleasure in exploring this newfound intimacy.


    However¡­


    The blonde smiled as she made her way over to the shower. There was actually a small part of her that was glad that the boy hadn¡¯t followed her in.


    If she had to see him naked one more time, she didn¡¯t trust herself to be alone with him in such a setting any longer after last night.


    We¡¯d go further¡­


    The teen girl closed her eyes, blushing. God, why had she said that?!


    Quickly shaking her head to dispel her amorous thoughts, the shy teen darted over to the shower, the prospect of hot water adding a spring to her step. Anything to stop the chills and aches plaguing her body.


    The teen gave a contented sigh as the water ran down her back, thoroughly enjoying the moment of solace and respite.


    ****


    Jack clicked his tongue as he observed his companions from the kitchen table. Despite their change in outfits, he couldn¡¯t help but notice their slippers were all the same. He doubted anyone in town would make too big a deal out of that commonality, but he imagined it¡¯d be a good idea to get at least one of them differing in footwear.


    He scanned his eyes over to Matthew. Gray shirt, gray pants, and slippers: hardly the typical attire of a kid his age. Too bland. Drab enough to provoke a quirked brow at a minimum.


    True, the kid was a slave. The outfit wouldn¡¯t be too difficult to talk off. Plus, the boy had a chip implanted in his right hand and one on the neck. He could show that proof easily. Problem is, if anyone scanned him, he¡¯d show as belonging to the government. That would lead to questions; questions he would have less viable answers to if he were pressed.


    Jack was already taking quite the risk, himself, by not ditching his uniform. No doubt he¡¯d been reported as absent without official leave. He could imagine the bulletins now. It wouldn¡¯t be particularly difficult to identify a soldier, a slave, and three escapees.


    Still, even if he did strip down and dress as a civilian, he had no intentions of ditching the rifle. It was too dangerous to go without it, and perilous to travel with it. The firearm would certainly draw attention. Most civilians weren¡¯t permitted to open carry, let alone possess a gun at all, unless they had permits. The papers didn¡¯t come cheap, and he didn¡¯t exactly have the time to drag along a folder full of proof that would have identified him to the world as an AWOL case.


    ¡°We should get moving soon,¡± Jack said as he looked outside the kitchen window. The sky outside was a dark, muted blue with a trace of morning light peeking over the horizon. It wouldn¡¯t be long before that sliver would give way to the day. ¡°It wouldn¡¯t take us long to get to Segan from here.¡±


    ¡°And do what?¡± Kurt asked.


    The chair Jack sat upon slid upon his standing. He looked at the boy with bemused interest. ¡°Well, you can stay here. I¡¯m sure people won¡¯t notice the broken window on the front of the house for at least a little while.¡±


    The teen lowered his head.


    ¡°We can settle in Segan, if you have no interest in heading home.¡±


    Alice spoke up. ¡°Too close to the prison.¡±


    The sergeant nodded in agreement. The further they could get from that place the better. ¡°Or we can pass on through, get a few things we need, and keep moving.¡±


    ¡°Is there a car here? A truck?¡± Vincent asked.


    Kurt shook his head. ¡°Already checked,¡± he said in a defeated tone, one that hinted at the worst news. ¡°I¡¯m afraid we¡¯re walking.¡±


    Alice put a hand on the sergeant¡¯s soldier. ¡°With that in mind, what are we getting from town? And with what money?¡±


    Jack reached into his coat and pulled out a wallet. ¡°Courtesy of Tomas Espinoza, our deceased host.¡± He worked his fingers through the top layer of leather to reveal money. ¡°We can get that boy over there some real clothes.¡±


    ¡°Clothes?¡± Kurt asked in disbelief. ¡°You really think that is the priority right now?¡±


    ¡°And shoes too,¡± Jack continued, trying not to lose his temper with the teen. ¡°I don¡¯t know if you all noticed, but you¡¯re all sporting the same pair of slippers. That will get noticed. Did anyone try any of the shoes on here?¡±


    Vincent nodded. ¡°Afraid my foot is too big. The shoe is about a size and half too small.¡±


    ¡°Doesn¡¯t fit me either. Opposite problem,¡± Kurt said.


    Alice gave him a sheepish smile. ¡°Too big for me.¡±


    Jack sighed. So much for cutting spending. ¡°Alright. We¡¯ll deal. Besides, we need to discuss something else: Namely, Alice. You said she was getting infected?¡±


    Kurt nodded. ¡°Found some amoxicillin. I¡¯d like to make sure that fentanyl is out of her system before we go giving her any,¡± he said. He peered at the girl looking at him in confusion. ¡°Coma. Breathing problems. Those sorts of delightful outcomes.¡±


    ¡°How long?¡± the sergeant asked.


    ¡°Better part of today at least. I¡¯d prefer tomorrow.¡±


    Alice glared. ¡°I¡¯d prefer to live.¡±


    The sergeant interrupted them. Anything to maintain the peace. ¡°You two sort that out later. We need to gather some supplies from the home. I believe I saw some water bottles. The big kind you¡¯d take on a camping trip. Will come in handy among the five of us.¡±


    ¡°Four of us before much longer,¡± Alice muttered.


    Vincent wrapped his arms around the woman from behind. He whispered something to her. Probably urging her not to talk like that, if Jack had to guess.


    The group set to work. Before long, in about three minutes of rummaging, they¡¯d uncovered three water bottles. Two of the containers were 64-ounces. The other one was 48-ounces. Beyond that, they snagged a few bags of barbeque-flavored potato chips.


    It was the best they had available to them. Jack overturned a few mattresses. No hidden stash of money, and he wasn¡¯t going to jeopardize the group¡¯s safety spending his time rooting through the house. The wallet had a credit card in it. That¡¯d be traceable, especially once people caught wind of the owner¡¯s demise. Still, it was an option for the short term, if they found themselves in a pinch.


    As the team made their way to the door, Alice stepped in front of Vincent. The girl shoved something black into the young man¡¯s hands.


    ¡°Slow it down, there, kitty cat.¡±


    Vincent cocked his head at her for a moment. She¡¯d handed him a pair of sunglasses, from what Jack could see.


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    ¡°For those eyes of yours,¡± she said. ¡°Believe me, they will draw attention.¡±


    ¡°Kitty, huh?¡± he asked with a sly grin. ¡°If you give me milk and a nice rub, I¡¯ll be more than happy to purr for you.¡±


    Heat rose to the girl¡¯s cheeks at that response. God, she was in so much trouble with this one. That sweet-talking tongue of his was sure to do her in. ¡°D-down, cat. Or else¡­¡±


    Vincent looked at her expectantly, eager to find out what the else entailed. His face moved inches from her own. Then he closed the distance, touching their noses together with the advancement.


    Alice looked as though she could¡¯ve melted into a puddle of goo and affection from the boy¡¯s amorous advance.


    Seeing it best to put an end to the show, Jack bumped Vincent with his elbow. He cleared his throat before he addressed them. ¡°Save the foreplay for later. Need I remind you horny kids that the goal is to not be noticed?¡±


    Matthew tilted his head in confusion as the pair laughed awkwardly at the sergeant¡¯s comment. ¡°Foreplay? Horny? What¡¯s that?¡±


    Everyone looked at the child in horror. Jack realized he¡¯d opened Pandora¡¯s Box. ¡°Things pertaining to them. Leave it at that. You¡¯re much too young to appreciate, uh¡­well, such icky things.¡±


    Matthew shrugged, willing to accept the answer for what it was.


    Vincent smiled at Alice. ¡°He says we¡¯re icky,¡± he remarked with a grin before he kissed his lieutenant. The girl looked flustered before she shoved the sunglasses towards him once again.


    He chuckled before he put them on, content with the display he¡¯d provoked from her.


    They left the residence. By the time they were halfway down the hill from the cottage, going into town, the morning sun had come with the dawn. All traces of the night dissipated as their group, worn from the previous events, stepped into a new day, unsure of what lied ahead.


    ****


    Alice couldn¡¯t help but smile as Matthew skipped merrily ahead of them, quite pleased with his new outfit. Gone forever were the drab rags of a lowly kitchen slave. Instead, a green jacket, navy-blue shirt, jeans, and dark gray boots now comprised his wardrobe.


    She vaguely wondered just when the last time was that the poor boy was actually given clothes.


    The blonde frowned. She couldn¡¯t help but notice that the boy had yet to speak of his mother again. She had tried to get him to open up several times while they were still imprisoned, but to no avail. He hadn¡¯t even said anything about bringing her along when they¡¯d escaped.


    She would be lying if she were to say that the guilt that they had probably left her behind didn¡¯t gnaw at her.


    The teen¡¯s eyes narrowed. First thing she was going to do for him when they got back was have those vile chips in him removed.


    Sparing a glance at the hand intertwined with her own, she smiled softly to herself. There were sure to be changes once they returned, but she couldn¡¯t say that she wasn¡¯t looking forward to it.


    There¡¯s nothing to go back to. Pheora¡¯s gone¡­


    The blonde¡¯s expression darkened as she recalled her brother¡¯s words.


    ¡°You okay?¡±


    Alice turned to her boyfriend then, forcing a small smile. ¡°About as okay as can be expected.¡±


    Vincent gave a sympathetic frown. He knew she had to be in pain. Having walked for what had to be nearly two hours now with no pain killer for relief, he was almost positive that the young woman was masking excruciating pain behind a pleasant smile.


    The group reached the shade of a large pine tree, and Alice winced as Vincent gently helped her to sit down.


    ¡°How¡¯s she doing?¡± Jack asked as he made his way over to the pair.


    Vincent shook his head before the girl could answer. ¡°Not well. We need to stop. This is too much with that infection.¡±


    The sergeant sighed, giving a sympathetic glance to the blonde as he shook his head. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I really am, but we have too far to go to be stopping now.¡±


    The blonde pursed her lips as she closed her eyes briefly. It wouldn¡¯t be so bad if she didn¡¯t feel tearing and burning with every breath. ¡°It can¡¯t be helped.¡±


    When it looked as though Vincent would speak up again, Jack cut him off. ¡°Look, our only chance to get you guys back home is to catch a train to Tolson from Fayette.¡±


    ¡°Fayette?¡± Vincent questioned.


    ¡°It¡¯s a port-town about forty miles north from Sardona,¡± Alice interjected, pulling herself to her feet.


    ¡°Well, how far is Sardona, then?¡± Vincent inquired.


    ¡°Too far,¡± the blonde mumbled.


    Her boyfriend cast her a sympathetic glance before turning his gaze back to Jack.


    The sergeant nodded. ¡°I¡¯m afraid so. I¡¯d wager about another twenty-five miles or so.¡±


    Alice cursed under her breath. It wasn¡¯t exactly a very promising situation. ¡°There¡¯s no way I¡¯m making it that far today.¡±


    Jack shook his head. ¡°I¡¯m not asking you to. However, we need to keep going for at least another hour or two.¡± He turned back to Vincent. ¡°You may need to carry her again.¡±


    Alice seemed to groan at the mere notion. The man was clearly a sadist.


    Vincent frowned. ¡°You¡¯re joking, right?¡±


    The sergeant shook his head. ¡°Look, I know it isn¡¯t ideal, but-¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s borderline cruel is what it is,¡± Vincent cut him off. ¡°If merely breathing is hurting her this badly, what do you think the pressure of being carried is gonna do?¡±


    ¡°You guys coming, or what?¡± Kurt called, seemingly oblivious to the situation. He and Matthew were now a good couple yards away as they trailed ahead.


    They stared expectantly.


    Vincent and Alice exchanged a dejected glance.


    The brunette sighed as he kneeled to the ground, pulling his girlfriend onto his shoulders.


    Alice held in the pained yelp that begged to escape her lips from the shift. She closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around the boy¡¯s neck, burying her face into his raven hair to hide her tears.


    With that, the group trudged on.


    ****


    Four days. The group had been traveling nonstop for the past four days. Kurt had counted their progress through a crude measurement he had devised since they¡¯d left Segan. Whenever the sun descended, their bodies followed suit, collapsing into whatever ditch or hole in the ground they had happened to stumble upon. The only thing saving them from exposure and severe blisters on their feet was the new clothing and footwear Jack had purchased in Segan. Whenever morning came, they stood on aching feet and moved forward with the light of day as their guide. They had followed this unpleasant ritual four times with no sign of civilization to show for their troubles.


    Not even a pot to piss in, Kurt thought as he suppressed his urge to laugh. Or was the urge to cry? He could do both, given how he felt.


    He honestly hadn¡¯t recalled such a hot Autumn. Never like this one with blistering heat during the day and an inhospitable chill at night. It was as if the very weather was employed by The Order, tormenting them at every turn.


    He¡¯d definitely lost weight since Segan. Easily more than ten pounds by his estimation. The same could be said of the others.


    The only positive development revolved around the wound Alice bore. It had been an irritable red with traces of yellow pus. Thankfully, that had finally begun to taper off. Gone was the discharge; the antibiotic had seen to that outcome within three days.


    She still cried out in pain on occasion. He wanted to wait another sunrise before he allowed her to take a painkiller. Mitigate the risk. That decision promptly got him called a bastard. Alice at least apologized for her outburst, blaming it on her pain.


    Vincent spent his time glaring daggers into him at every opportunity. Kurt feared if he didn¡¯t placate him soon, the teen would settle for sticking the pocketknife he carried on his person into him instead.


    ¡°This place,¡± Jack murmured.


    The sergeant had moved ahead of the group. Kurt picked up his pace and strode over to the man to see what sight had prompted his lamentation.


    If the technician had to describe what he saw, he would have said the view was of a bombed city. Husks of buildings littered the blackened valley below them. A desolate place, where most traces of greenery lied purged from existence.


    ¡°What the hell happened here?¡± Kurt asked.


    ¡°I did,¡± Alice spoke coldly from behind him.


    Upon hearing those words, he knew immediately where they were. Leo had once told him about the day he ventured into the ruins of Sardona. About the great explosion that rocked the area. He had told him all about the crying child covered in grit and ash. Most importantly, his foster parent stressed how dangerous the girl could be. From the dismal sight, he was inclined to agree with that assessment.


    ¡°You did this?¡± Jack questioned. His tone lifted in surprise.


    ¡°Courtesy of your general,¡± Alice darkly replied, the bitterness in the tone practically spat out at the sergeant. ¡°He stole me from my home. Gave me this accursed touch.¡±


    Jack¡¯s expression softened. ¡°How did you do this?¡±


    ¡°It happened after I escaped the prison,¡± she said. She looked toward Vincent as she spoke. The boy nodded in encouragement. ¡°I couldn¡¯t tell what I did. It just happened.¡±


    Kurt approached her. ¡°You were taken to Fort Brein. How did you get so far? I mean, it took us almost a week to get here since we left the prison. I didn¡¯t imagine that, did I?¡±


    Alice frowned. ¡°My memory is fuzzy. Someone picked me up in a car and brought me home. I was¡­barely conscious. The rest is¡­¡± the woman made a puff sound with her mouth, ¡°¡­history.¡±


    ¡°Jesus,¡± Jack muttered.


    The lieutenant began to descend the valley; the others followed.


    ¡°I remember this heat. Relentless. Intense. It felt like my insides had been set on fire. Breathing hurt. I really should have been taken to a hospital in hindsight. Not that it would have made a difference. Everyone burned all the same.¡±


    Kurt swallowed the lump in his throat. ¡°I¡¯m so sorry.¡±


    ¡°I can still hear their screams from time to time. Then again, they may have been my own. I¡¯d say most of them died instantaneously. I¡¯d like to think that anyway. I remember passing out at one point. I have no idea for how long. When I woke up¡­well, everything was gone. That¡¯s when Leo found me.¡±


    Her words didn¡¯t inspire much in the way of conversation, not when their feet treaded upon a graveyard of her making.


    When they made it into the city, Kurt felt uneasy. Something about this place set his nerves on edge: The smell. It felt dry, suffocating even, to him. He could only imagine the intensity the air held when the fires came and had reduced this hub of civilization into cinders.


    ¡°At least we¡¯re closer to our goal,¡± Jack said, attempting to spark some positivity into the conversation. ¡°Fayette won¡¯t be much further. We could stay here tonight, catch our bearings, and continue onward.¡±


    Alice shook her head. ¡°Don¡¯t bother. Sardona is a dead place. You won¡¯t find sanctuary here,¡± the woman said as she gestured towards what looked to be the remnants of a church. ¡°Only ghosts and memories turned sour lie here.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s a roof over our heads,¡± Kurt said in exasperation. ¡°Dusk is upon us as we speak. You really that eager to go roaming around in the night?¡±


    Matthew spoke. ¡°Yes.¡±


    Everyone turned to face the six-year-old boy.


    ¡°I¡­I don¡¯t know. This place doesn¡¯t feel safe. And I really don¡¯t like the sounds of ghosts.¡±


    Kurt snorted. ¡°That¡¯s a figure of speech.¡±


    ¡°Maybe for you,¡± the lieutenant muttered before she walked away from him. The worry on her face sent Vincent trotting after her.


    Jack put a hand on Kurt¡¯s shoulder. ¡°We¡¯ll stay for a few hours. Might find something.¡±


    ¡°Find what?¡±


    ¡°Maybe nothing. Just look around, give your sister a little time. This¡­is not easy on her. I imagine she¡¯ll need a bit to make peace. At least with the ones who perished.¡±


    Kurt held back a sigh. He didn¡¯t want to start any further trouble with the sergeant. Not when he was already stewing in hot water with him. He didn¡¯t care to get into any debates concerning the hereafter. Not when they were barely making it through the here and now. He didn¡¯t need to entertain conversation concerning spirits and hauntings.


    Darting past the church, he walked into what looked to be a small house, a parsonage he ventured, that lied upon the property. The door to the building opened easily enough. He took a step forward.


    The floorboard collapsed. He let out a yelp as he fell to the ground. His startled cry turned into a scream as he gazed into the visage of a rotten face. A rancid smell, intense enough to make him retch, seared his nostrils. Maggots had long since made a meal of the deceased person in front of him. Debris pinned the body to the ground. The roof had caved in on the man, from what he could tell.


    Though he¡¯d been dead a while, Kurt imagined the individual¡¯s decay had occurred several months ago. A transient seeking shelter from the elements, based on the rags the man wore.


    That could be me. That could be any one of us if we stay.


    Suddenly, the idea of contending with aching feet and blindly stumbling around in the dark seemed much more reasonable.


    Kurt winced, holding back tears as he plucked the shard of wood out of his ankle. Blood spilled from it as he stood up. The pain did not hold him back; he fled from the house as fast as his injured foot could carry him. Jack awaited him outside looking upon him with concern. He didn¡¯t say anything to him, merely kept walking. If the sergeant wanted to go rooting through rubble, let him. He would take his chances outside in the cold.


    ****


    Alice, despite her pain, hugged her arms tightly around herself as she slowly shuffled through the charred remains of the city she¡¯d once called home.


    Even after eleven long years, no greenery seemed inclined to take root.


    Sullen eyes trailed along the melted and dilapidated roofs of what once were homes.


    In a way, it felt almost as if it were a dream. A strange, twisted nightmare filled with the blood and screams of innocent lives that she would never awaken from. She supposed that was her atonement. Her grim reminder of what would surely happen again if she were to ever lose control of her powers.


    There was no doubt about it: She was a monster.


    Turning a corner, her lip trembled.


    The deep, blackened crater was unmistakable. Being at the source of the blast, the structure had taken the brunt of the hit. Nothing remained of the large, white house. Not the white, wooden fence. Not the large apple tree that her mother had warned her no less than a hundred times not to climb. Not even the porch swing where she would take her afternoon naps in her father¡¯s lap after lunch had been just a little too good.


    Nearing the edge of the rim, the blonde dropped to her knees as the tears streamed down her cheeks.


    They never even had a chance.


    Alice quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She didn¡¯t deserve to cry.


    So many innocent people¡­


    Apparently, according to what Leo claimed, the damage had even reached the outskirts of Fayette. While there had been minimal loss of life, several buildings collapsed from the resulting tremors that resembled a level two earthquake in magnitude.


    The first few weeks under Leo¡¯s care had been¡­difficult. She had been fed a strict diet of cold foods. Bathed in cool water. Anything to attempt to quell the raging fire within her. Only after her temperature stabilized was she set free from the extensive monitoring.


    Footsteps drew the young woman¡¯s attention. She turned to face the only thing that kept her from cursing her past outright¡­


    Vincent


    The brunette regarded her with sympathetic eyes as he wrapped his arms around her. He opened and closed his mouth several times, seeming to search for the right words to say but failing in his quest. Finally, his eyes drifted to the crater. ¡°This was your home, wasn¡¯t it?¡±


    The blonde looked away, choking back the sob that bubbled in her throat as she nodded.


    Vincent¡¯s heart ached at the sight. He rubbed her back gently. ¡°I¡¯m so sorry, Alice. I¡¯m so very sorry.¡±


    The boy felt beyond lame, worthless even, but what else was there to be said in such a situation? After all, no mere words would undo such a tragedy.


    The lieutenant remained silent. Any words spoken by the woman at that moment would have sent the walls holding her composure crashing into oblivion with a fresh flood of tears. She didn¡¯t want anyone to see her so pitiful. It wasn¡¯t her right to cry, or to lament the things taken from her.


    Not when it was of her own doing.


    Footsteps scraped upon the earth. Both teens looked to acknowledge the young boy that had joined them.


    Matthew said nothing as he slowly approached. He knelt next to her, tracing his hand along the black depression in the ground. He looked up at her. ¡°Your home?¡±


    Smart kid. Almost too much for his own good, Alice thought.


    The woman nodded. Once she was sure she could speak without blubbering, she voiced a response. ¡°Yes. It once was.¡±


    God, she felt so loathsome. Even those words came so shakily. Still, she wanted to provide at least some degree of conversation to the boy. She also wanted to voice her apologies to another ghost that deserved acknowledgment.


    ¡°Matthew?¡±


    The boy looked at her expectantly.


    ¡°I¡­we never got a chance to talk about your mother. Madison Fairchild, you said, right?¡±


    He nodded.


    ¡°I had a friend with that name. A young woman, older than me by a few years. She was a cadet in The Resistance,¡± Alice said. A smile graced her lips. ¡°She helped get me through a really hard time in my life. I¡¯m..¡± The blonde trailed off momentarily, cursing the hot tears that welled in her eyes once more. ¡°I¡¯m only sorry that I wasn¡¯t there for her. I-I tried to find her, but it was too late. She had disappeared, and I never knew what happened to her. Now we¡­we¡­we left her behind.¡±


    Matthew looked away. ¡°No."


    Alice sniffed, wiping her eyes as she gave the boy a questioning look.


    The child frowned as if recalling some deeply repressed memory. His next utterance made the two teens¡¯ hearts turn to stone.


    ¡°She was already dead. She died a year ago. When I was taken to the prison.¡±


    The young woman felt fresh tears sting her eyes as she pulled the boy to her. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I¡¯m SO sorry, Matthew,¡± she sobbed, gently rubbing the boy¡¯s head as she held him to her.


    Matthew stiffened, biting his lip in a desperate attempt to keep the dam built up around the flood of tears. For a moment, he said nothing. He was simply content to accept the young woman¡¯s comfort.


    How long had it been since he¡¯d felt a hug?


    After a moment, Alice pulled back to fix the boy with a warm gaze. ¡°Matthew, your mom was one of my best friends. I-¡± She paused. Drawing in a breath, she finally continued. ¡°I know it¡¯s not going to be the same. And I know nothing is ever going to bring her back, but¡­If you¡¯d like¡­I would like to look after you.¡± She quirked a grin. ¡°Oh, the stories I could tell you¡­¡±


    She knew that the boy likely had no father. After all, Madison had said that she had birthed him through the program. Even if she hadn¡¯t, the likelihood of locating the boy¡¯s father was slim at best. And the child definitely didn¡¯t need the emotional and psychological damage that the knowledge of the Program would bring.


    After all, she¡¯d seen the damage firsthand.


    The blonde spared a glance at her boyfriend out of the corner of her eye. She was concerned for him as well. It was only a matter of time before they would begin their attempts on him.


    Over her dead body!


    Matthew gave a soft laugh, snapping the young woman from her thoughts. ¡°I¡¯d like that. I¡¯d like that a lot.¡± The boy paused, a frown suddenly tugging at his lips as they began to tremble. ¡°I miss her.¡±


    Alice hugged the boy again.


    ¡°I¡¯ve been thinking,¡± Matthew began as Alice pulled away. ¡°I think I want to be a soldier like you and Mom when I-¡±


    ¡°No, you don¡¯t!¡± Alice immediately barked, causing the child to shrink back. ¡°You don¡¯t know what you¡¯d be signing up for. Right now, you have one job, and that¡¯s being a kid. Got it?¡±


    The child hastily nodded, clearly not eager to get on the young woman¡¯s bad side. Especially not if she was to be his new caregiver.


    Sighing, the young blonde shook her head in exasperation before gently brushing the boy¡¯s cheek. ¡°We should probably head back and meet up with the others.¡±


    Matthew and Vincent nodded, following the blonde as she walked away.


    ****


    Vincent couldn¡¯t seem to keep the relieved smile from his lips as the group finally reached Fayette. Tired, sore, and so very hungry after yet another four days of tireless travel, the party of five all but wept tears of joy as they beheld the wondrous sight.


    In many ways, it strongly reminded Vincent of a slightly larger Pheora.


    Even from the outskirts of the city, the sails of great, large ships could be seen flapping in the morning, coastal breeze. Merchants lined the streets, loudly chiming their efforts in selling their wares. People shuffled about, shopping and chattering away.


    All in all, the city seemed to be teeming with life.


    ¡°I say we get a decent meal for once,¡± Kurt spoke, his tone hopeful.


    ¡°Not a great idea,¡± Alice replied. ¡°Remember, we¡¯re supposed to be passing through. The longer we linger here, the more likely we are to run into trouble.¡±


    Both Kurt and Matthew exchanged defeated looks upon the answer. Their potato chips had run out the day before, and they had been hoping for something a little better than an eat-and-run scenario.


    Jack nodded. ¡°I¡¯m not saying that we can¡¯t grab some food, but keep in mind that we¡¯re carrying a stolen credit card. One that needs to be parted ways with soon.¡±


    With a sigh, the group resigned themselves, settling on a street vendor selling freshly made sandwiches.


    Once they¡¯d successfully satiated their hunger for the time being, the five set about gathering supplies for the rest of their journey. They replaced their water supply and purchased a small backpack to carry a light number of rations.


    After all, the train into Tolson would take them around a day. After that, there would be another two days or so spent covering the twenty miles from Tolson to the base.


    If there even still was a base.


    Though none had given voice to the concern in several days, the question still weighed heavily on their minds. The last thing any of them wanted to consider was that their journey had all been in vain.


    The group passed by a newsstand as they made their way down the crowded street toward the train station.


    Alice¡¯s eyes widened as she caught sight of the front page on display.


    Emperor Shiro Lynched by Mob on Steps of the Holy Council!


    ¡°Guys,¡± she murmured, gesturing.


    All eyes widened.


    ¡°This could mean the end of the war,¡± Kurt whispered.


    ¡°Or chaos the likes of which you¡¯ve never seen,¡± Jack returned, shaking his head. ¡°They¡¯ll tear themselves apart from the inside out before they go waving the white flag.¡±


    Vincent slid his hand into his girlfriend¡¯s, giving it a squeeze. ¡°If¡­if it is really over, what will The Resistance do?¡±


    ¡°Heal,¡± Alice replied without hesitation. ¡°Just like the rest of the world.¡±


    ¡°But where will we go, then?¡± Matthew questioned.


    Alice smiled, leaning down to face the young boy. ¡°Wherever we want, Matthew. We¡¯d be free. I don¡¯t know about you, but I think a nice house with a view of the ocean sounds pretty good, don¡¯t you?¡±


    The boy beamed, nodding enthusiastically. ¡°I love the ocean!¡±


    Alice gave another soft smile, her gaze turning to Vincent briefly. ¡°So do I.¡±


    ¡°Sounds like paradise to me,¡± Vincent murmured.


    Paradise, indeed. In fact, if the boy were pressed, he doubted that he could think of anything that compared with the prospect. A normal life? With her? Waking up every day next to her? Even just thinking about it sent his heart pounding.


    Kurt sucked in a breath as though he¡¯d been struck. A normal life? Of his own? Even just to think about it nearly brought him to tears of joy. He could finally go to university. Or get that coveted job in engineering.


    ¡°We need to be on the move,¡± Jack finally spoke, urging the group on after a moment. Though he would love nothing more than to allow the teens to bask in the prospect of a life free of persecution, time was of the essence.


    Arriving at the station, the sergeant motioned the teens around to the back of the building to remain out of sight and earshot.


    ¡°Here¡¯s the deal, guys. While I could technically buy us all tickets with this card, there¡¯s the nasty, little detail of having to be verified by the system to purchase any sort of travel papers.¡±


    The teens widened their eyes as realization dawned on them.


    ¡°You guys don¡¯t have the chips in you, so it would most definitely flag the system.¡±


    ¡°And we¡¯d be right back where we started,¡± Alice sighed.


    Jack shrugged. ¡°If we weren¡¯t shot outright.¡±


    Vincent rolled his eyes. ¡°Sounds lovely.¡±


    The sergeant continued. ¡°Well, there¡¯s also the fact that, if we purchase tickets with this card, anyone tracking it will see where we¡¯re going.¡±


    ¡°So what¡¯s the plan?¡± Kurt asked, adjusting the straps of the backpack he wore.


    ¡°We sneak aboard,¡± the sergeant replied. ¡°It¡¯s the only way. We can¡¯t risk them scanning you guys or the kid.¡±


    ¡°But that¡¯s crazy. How are we gonna sneak on board a train?¡±


    Alice rolled her eyes at her brother. ¡°You that eager to be put back in a cage?¡±


    The brunette shuddered, quickly snapping his mouth shut.


    ¡°I think our best bet would be to find a cargo train. No inspections during the trip. Sure, we¡¯d have to watch it boarding here and then again in Tolson, but that would be it. We sneak onto one of those passenger trains, and it could get ugly,¡± Jack suggested.


    The trio of teens agreed.


    A few hours later saw the group seated at the very back of a cargo car.


    Vincent sat with his back propped up against the wall as he gazed out the side of the car that Jack had opened once they¡¯d left the station. After so long of traveling on foot, it felt almost like a luxury to be riding in transportation again. Perhaps they would be able to get some decent rest, though he supposed that wouldn¡¯t truly come until they were well out of danger.


    The boy¡¯s amber eyes drifted to their small group. They had gone through so much together within the last week. As the moment of truth drew near, he couldn¡¯t help but wonder what would become of them if the journey really did turn out to be in vain.


    The brunette turned his attention to the blonde head resting against his shoulder.


    His lips curved into a tender smile as he wrapped an arm around his slumbering girlfriend. A soft sigh left her lips as she snuggled further into his side, seeking the comfort his warmth provided.


    Girlfriend. A part of him still couldn¡¯t quite believe it.


    No. No experience with her could possibly be in vain. The sweet memory of their time at the lake beckoned the boy back, bringing another smile to his lips. Then the cottage. The hallowed place where he¡¯d spilled his very soul to her, watching on bated breath as she clicked the final piece into place, making him whole for the first time he could ever remember.


    The teen closed his eyes as he leaned his head back to rest against the wall. No. In a way, he¡¯d forever treasure this moment. For while this particular adventure was drawing to a close, the end was merely giving way to a new beginning¡­with her¡­

 Chapter 26: By a Thread

    Chapter 26: By a Thread


    The brunette boy blinked with amber eyes unflinching as they stared down the barrel of the handgun.


    ¡°I believe you¡¯ve outlived your welcome, little bro. Nothing personal,¡± the older brunette spoke, azure eyes sparkling with contempt.


    The amber-eyed boy blinked once more. Somehow, he doubted that claim. If his head wasn¡¯t so foggy, he may have put more effort into deducing the reason as to why. His eyes narrowed at the older teen who¡¯d identified himself as his brother. He was the one who¡¯d gone completely crazy. With the front of his navy uniform covered in the blood of his handlers who¡¯d protested their meeting, it was hard not to believe the boy had gone mad.


    The subtle ¡®click¡¯ of the hammer of the handgun being drawn back had the younger boy backing away. An altercation with his brother wasn¡¯t exactly on his list of things to do. He didn¡¯t mean it. He couldn¡¯t. Could he? Why?


    Why?


    The sound of gunfire pierced the air, a pained scream rushing out of the brunette¡¯s lips as hot agony seared through his chest. Stumbling backward toward the edge of the cliff he was currently standing on, the teen¡¯s eyes widened as he lost his footing.


    Tumbling roughly about fifteen feet, the teen barely registered the pain as his skull struck a rock on his descent. The brunette sucked in a breath as his world faded to black.


    ****


    Vincent jerked awake, a desperate rush of air leaving his lungs as his heart skipped a beat.


    ¡°It¡¯s alright, Vincent. It¡¯s okay. It was only a nightmare,¡± a soft voice soothed.


    It was then that the boy took notice of the pair of arms that gently encircled him. A set of dazzling, sapphire eyes gazed at him in the dim light.


    Alice¡­


    A gentle hand brushed through his raven hair.


    ¡°I¡¯m right here, okay? We¡¯re safe right now,¡± the young woman soothed again.


    Vincent sighed, allowing himself to relax slightly as he focused on his girlfriend¡¯s comforting warmth. The small hand trailing through his hair scratched lightly at his scalp, drawing a contented murmur from him.


    After a few moments, the blonde drew back to study the boy¡¯s face once more. When she had felt his muscles tense in his sleep, she knew that he must have been having an unsettling dream of some sort by the violent trembling.


    Warm, amber eyes gleamed at her, causing her lips to curve into a tender smile. ¡°There, now. All better?¡±


    Vincent did his best to return the gesture.


    Alice pursed her lips, seemingly in thought for a moment. Then she smiled. A radiant beacon of salvation in the dim twilight.


    Vincent swallowed, feeling his heart begin to race, though it had nothing to do with imaginary phantoms from the realm of dreams.


    Warm lips captured his own, chasing away the chill of fear that had come in the night like a thief to rob his confidence and resolve.


    A soft sigh of pleasant contentment against the silent air. Hers? His? The boy was unsure.


    Reaching a hand up to brush the girl¡¯s silken hair, the brunette relished in the subtle shiver that trembled through her. He wasn¡¯t certain how the girl was able to steal his breath away with the slightest touch. However, he was quite positive that he would willingly give her his last breath if she would only keep kissing him this way.


    After a moment, the blonde slowly pulled back. Her cheeks darkened with a blush as she beamed another smile. ¡°Bet you aren¡¯t thinking about nightmares now.¡±


    Vincent felt his cheeks burn. It would seem that she still knew just what to say and do to keep him on his toes. He was definitely looking forward to exploring this new relationship. His eyes briefly darted to their slumbering companions.


    Kurt and Matthew were curled up in the opposite corner of the cargo car. Jack sat propped up several feet away from the open doorway, his chin resting on his knees.


    Vincent smiled as he turned back to the girl. In a way, it was as if they¡¯d slipped into their own little world.


    The soft glow that spilled in through the open doorway bathed the young woman in a radiant light as she timidly returned his warm gaze.


    In a way, he supposed the feeling was all still as new to her as it was him. He was honestly still having trouble believing that the bright angel beside him was really and truly his. He slowly intertwined their fingers, causing the young woman¡¯s cheeks to darken slightly once more.


    ¡°Actually, right now, I¡¯m thinking about how beautiful my commanding officer is.¡±


    Sapphire eyes shyly looked away.


    ¡°Y-You shouldn¡¯t just blurt things like that out so easily, Vincent.¡±


    The brunette smiled, reaching over to tuck a strand of the girl¡¯s golden hair behind her ear. ¡°Even if it¡¯s true?¡±


    Alice swallowed, attempting to ignore the persistent warmth growing between them. ¡°Shameless flatterer.¡±


    Vincent chuckled lightly, leaning forward to brush their noses together.


    The brunette¡¯s reward was a sharp intake of breath from his girlfriend, wide eyes gazing at him in rapture.


    ¡°So beautiful,¡± she breathed, shyly reaching a hand up to brush against his warm cheek.


    Vincent blinked, cocking his head. ¡°Hmm?¡±


    His girlfriend swallowed, seeming to debate whether or not to continue for a moment. Finally, she looked away. ¡°Your eyes¡­¡±


    Despite the warmth creeping up his neck to settle in his cheeks, the boy smiled. Before he could properly respond, she began speaking again.


    ¡°Vincent, you¡­ You know that I¡­er, well, we aren¡¯t technically allowed to be together this way, right?¡±


    Dark eyebrows furrowed. How could he forget? Kurt had gone to great links to remind him at every given opportunity for more than half of their journey now. Giving a soft sigh, he nodded.


    Alice chewed her lip. ¡°I-I don¡¯t know what¡¯s going to happen when we get back. If the base is still, somehow, untouched, I imagine things are going to get pretty chaotic. There will be times that my responsibilities as a lieutenant will pull me away from you and test our relationship. I-I just want you to know now that-¡± The blonde paused, her tone beginning to crack with emotion.


    Vincent frowned. ¡°Alice, it¡¯s okay. I-I understand.¡±


    ¡°I just want you to know that, no matter what happens, despite me not being able to ever reveal to others what you mean to me, I¡­ I love you¡­¡±


    A warm tingle made its way down the brunette¡¯s spine. He would never tire of hearing those words in her sweet voice. A smile pulled at his lips. ¡°Our little secret?¡±


    Alice felt her cheeks warm once more, despite the mischievous smile tugging at her lips. ¡°I won¡¯t tell, if you won¡¯t.¡±


    Vincent feigned shock, giving a mock gasp. ¡°Oh, my, Lieutenant. Sounds scandalous.¡±


    Alice gave a playful roll of her eyes, leaning forward to brush their noses together once more. ¡°It¡¯s a good thing you¡¯re so cute.¡±


    Vincent flushed, sinking his fingers into her hair as he pulled her closer. ¡°Lucky me,¡± he murmured before sealing her velvet lips with his own once again.


    ****


    Issac yawned as he made his way down the corridor to the commander¡¯s office. Though his lack of sleep protested the early rise, he had a lot to prepare for in order to get everything ready for the next shipment of supplies.


    Three months. Three months since Alice¡¯s capture. Three months of chaos.


    The teen felt his feet begin to grow heavier with each step as his destination came into view. The commander seemed more on edge than ever these days.


    Issac frowned as he grasped the door handle. It was safe to say that relationships were starting to break down. Victor¡¯s men had put significant strain on not only their supplies, but their day-to-day lives as well.


    Victor had his own way of running things, and that was abundantly clear through the men that he¡¯d sent. They were blunt, impulsive, and, mostly, just plain rude. Of course, it wasn¡¯t exactly a surprise to most. Victor wasn¡¯t known for a particularly gentle touch when it came to training his soldiers.


    Entering the office, the teen was greeted with the sight of the commander going through a stack of paperwork on his desk.


    The blond looked up. ¡°Good morning, Lieutenant.¡±


    Issac nodded in acknowledgment. ¡°Everything is ready for the next run, Sir. We¡¯re all set to move out.¡±


    Leo rose from his chair, nodding in approval. ¡°Good. Glad all is in order. I will be away for most of the day, but I should be back by the afternoon.¡±


    Issac quirked a brow. ¡°Sir?¡±


    Leo held a hand up. ¡°Nothing to be concerned with, Lieutenant. Just some business pertaining to the Program.¡±


    Issac frowned. Why? Why now, of all times? Though odd, he doubted that he would be able to change his superior¡¯s mind on the matter. ¡°Understood, Sir.¡±


    Satisfied, Leo nodded once more before taking his leave.


    Finding himself alone in the commander¡¯s office, his eyes drifted to the scattered pile of paperwork on the desk as a piece drifted onto the floor. Giving a soft sigh, he made his way over. Picking it up off the floor, the teen scanned its contents. His eyes widened slightly. It was a memo regarding The Program. He recognized the name on the heading: Tom Holten.


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    Issac¡¯s brows furrowed. There was a list of names of some sort.  Baby girls. Each one had their last known location, name, and date of their birth attached. Alarmingly enough, there were several on the list that had been crossed off with a bold pen.


    What¡¯s going on?


    The teen¡¯s thoughts trailed off as the title of the book Leo had left behind in his office drifted back to him: Reincarnation: A New Beginning


    He shook his head. There was no way¡­ Glancing at the paper again, he noted that all the names that had been crossed off were ones born prior to August and September. There were names with stars next to them; all noted to be born in late August and having blonde parentage.


    The month she was executed.


    Then again¡­


    Truth be told, Issac had no idea what to think anymore. Nowadays, the commander seemed more unhinged. Borderline unstable. He wasn¡¯t the only one to notice either. Over the past month, he¡¯d been approached by several concerned individuals.


    The teen sighed. If only they knew¡­


    Though he would prefer to deny it, there was a part of him that couldn¡¯t help but wonder if the commander was even fit to run the base any longer. It seemed he devoted all of his time now to eliminating anything that stood in the way of the endless research on The Program he¡¯d been doing lately. Killing all of their captives had only been the beginning.


    Even some of Victor¡¯s men had taken notice of the lacking leadership.


    Issac supposed it was only a matter of time now before there would be a shift in the balance of power. Another sigh escaped him. It seemed like it wasn¡¯t only The Order engaging in self-destruction.


    The brunette wasn¡¯t totally sure what frightened him more: A dozen Order soldiers, or being tossed suddenly into a world he had zero experience living in. Without proper leadership, The Resistance would fall alongside The Order. If that were ever to occur, he wasn¡¯t sure where he and his fellow soldiers would fit in the grand scheme of things.


    Short answer: They wouldn¡¯t.


    Of course, he couldn¡¯t deny that the prospect of a normal life sounded heavenly. The teen shook his head, snapping himself out of his wishful thinking.


    Now was certainly not the time to be spacing out and indulging in fantasy. He had a job to do either way, regardless of what happened


    ****


    Alice smiled as she glanced down at the pair of intertwined hands in her lap. She hadn¡¯t been this happy in quite a long time. No matter what awaited them when they arrived, she knew they would have each other.


    The blonde shifted her attention to the rest of their group then. Catching sight of her brother, she chose to ignore the disgusted stare sent in her direction.


    She resisted the temptation to stick her tongue out in response to the childish display. He would simply have to get over it. Nepotism rules didn¡¯t apply here, and she intended to take full advantage of every second.


    A mischievous smile pulled at her lips, eliciting a quirked brow from her brother. Leaning up, she brushed her lips to Vincent¡¯s cheek.


    A stuttered breath left the amber-eyed boy¡¯s lips, his cheeks warming with a blush as he turned to her with an affectionate smile.


    The blonde¡¯s smile grew as her boyfriend rewarded her with a peck to her lips in response. Giving a soft, contented sigh, she rested her head on his shoulder as she shot another glance at her, silently fuming, brother. At his piercing glare, she merely stuck her tongue out in response. It was fine if he chose to be petty and childish. It wasn¡¯t as if he had any real authority to stop them.


    Jack stretched as he finally stood up. Glancing between the pair and the glaring scientist, he rolled his eyes. For now, he would choose to ignore it. Especially seeing as the girl seemed intent on provoking a reaction from her brother. Unless the boy did something to jeopardize their safety, he preferred to stay out of their sibling spat.


    The train began to slow then, causing the entire group to rise to their feet before gathering at the doorway.


    Alice frowned. Climbing into the car had been enough of a challenge. In fact, if it hadn¡¯t been for Vincent lifting her up, she wasn¡¯t so sure that she would¡¯ve been able to do it without ripping her stitching yet again. This time, she would have to jump, which contained its own host of complications. If she landed wrong, it could send one of her fractured ribs into her lung, puncturing it. If that were to happen¡­


    The teen was brought out of her thoughts as a gentle hand curled around her own.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Lieutenant. I¡¯ve got you.¡±


    A warm smile graced her lips as she gave her boyfriend¡¯s hand a soft squeeze. She nodded. ¡°Don¡¯t let go?¡±


    Vincent shook his head. ¡°Never.¡±


    The pair then turned their attention to the open doorway as the station gradually came into view.


    ¡°We¡¯re gonna have to hit the ground running. It would be a shame to have come this far only to get caught at the finish line.¡±


    The teens nodded in response to the sergeant¡¯s remark.


    Matthew sighed, no doubt already exhausted at the mere notion. The poor kid. He had certainly earned a nice, long rest once they were safe.


    Alice frowned again.


    Whenever that may be¡­


    One-by-one, Jack, Kurt, then Matthew leapt from the car. A gasp left Alice¡¯s lips as Vincent suddenly scooped her into his arms before jumping out himself.


    The amber-eyed teen landed gracefully, his knees acting as shock-absorbers for not only himself but the battered, young woman he carried as well. He placed the blonde onto her feet, his hand immediately slipping into her own as they scurried away.


    The last thing they needed was to be spotted now.


    Exiting the train station, the group hid amongst the crowd shuffling through the busy streets. Though Tolson was not a port town, it seemed to be a bustling city, nonetheless. The buildings were not as large as some of the others they¡¯d seen, however, the town was still quite impressive.


    A few scattered vendors called out their wares, luring any potential buyers that they could in their ongoing competition for townspeople¡¯s pocket money.


    Finding a sparsely populated parking lot, the group decided it best to stop and take inventory of their supplies.


    The train from Fayette to Tolson had ended up taking longer than anticipated, thus the risk of running low on supplies, unless they restocked, had presented itself as a tangible possibility.


    Of course, now they had another problem to contend with.


    ¡°Out of money, and nearly out of food,¡± Jack grumbled as he rummaged through the backpack Kurt had set on the ground for his inspection.


    ¡°We should still be okay, Jack. I can get us back from here. I know the way. We won¡¯t be wandering blind this time,¡± Alice assured. ¡°The base isn¡¯t far now.¡±


    The sergeant glared at her. ¡°And what if it is all gone? What then?¡±


    ¡°You can¡¯t think that way.¡±


    ¡°And why not?¡±


    The young woman frowned. ¡°Because it¡¯s there,¡± she said as she lowered her head. ¡°It has to be.¡±


    ¡°Ever the optimist,¡± Kurt murmured. The glares he received from the group dissuaded him from offering further commentary on the matter.


    Jack rested his arm against the hood of a nearby vehicle. ¡°Look, we have to use our heads here. We must prepare for the worst. The fact of the matter is, if your hunch is wrong, we¡¯re stuck out in the wilderness without anything to eat.¡±


    ¡°Then what do you want to do? Get a job without paperwork?¡±


    The sergeant sighed as he caressed his temples with his left hand. ¡°I¡­I was thinking we could take what we need. Maybe hit up a grocery store or-¡°


    ¡°Absolutely not,¡± Alice interrupted. ¡°That¡¯s not how we do things.¡±


    ¡°Whose we, Alice?¡± Kurt challenged. ¡°Our supplies are running out. I¡¯m not saying it¡¯s the ideal thing to do, but I¡¯d rather we snatch something. We don¡¯t have to get greedy.¡±


    Vincent frowned. He remained silent on the subject, which did little to ease Alice¡¯s nerves.


    ¡°I¡¯m not here to tell you for one minute stealing is the ethical thing to do, but I think you should reassess the situation. Is the greater evil to let your party starve or to deprive a corporation of assets; assets, need I remind you, that are insured in the first place?¡± Jack asked with a quirked brow.


    Alice crossed her arms. ¡°It¡¯s precisely that method of thinking that people use to justify abhorrent behavior.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s called practicality,¡± Jack replied. ¡°When you weigh in-¡°


    ¡°H-hey, guys,¡± Kurt interrupted. He started pointing to the end of the lot as he sputtered his response. ¡°We m-may not have to steal after all. Look.¡±


    The group followed the direction of the youth¡¯s finger. Alice nearly buckled over at the sight awaiting them. Vincent, ever vigilant, didn¡¯t hesitate in grabbing onto her arm and waist for support.


    ¡°Is that?¡± Vincent started to ask.


    The boy didn¡¯t need to finish the question. Apart from Jack, it was easy for the group to recognize the somber expression belonging to Issac Harrison; a countenance that quickly morphed from dismay to bewilderment as he slowly approached them.


    ¡°Li-lieutenant?¡± he quietly asked. Perhaps he feared if he raised his volume the mirage before him would disperse into thin air.


    The blonde afforded him a weary smile which changed his confusion to unbridled mirth as his lips curved into a warm smile. He embraced the woman. She appreciated the hug, though her ribs didn¡¯t share that sentiment, made clear by the sudden jolt of pain that shot through her side. She resisted the urge to swear as she tried her best to return the gesture.


    ¡°I missed you too,¡± she said with some strain in her voice.


    He took notice of her tone. His eyes scanned each group member. ¡°We thought you all were dead.¡±


    ¡°I certainly feel like it these days,¡± Alice muttered. She forced a smile as Issac¡¯s expression soured at the comment. ¡°But no, we¡¯ve made it. If it weren¡¯t for him, we wouldn¡¯t have made it,¡± she said as she gesticulated to Jack.


    Issac looked at him carefully, his eyes focused specifically on the uniform the man with the sandy brown hair wore. He blinked before he looked back to his superior. ¡°You don¡¯t understand. We saw the broadcast. They riddled you full of holes.¡±


    ¡°You can¡¯t believe everything you watch on the television,¡± she said with a coy smile.


    A frown emerged on Issac¡¯s face, indicating her joke wasn¡¯t well-received by her audience. What could she say? She was a fighter, not a comedian.


    Kurt spoke. ¡°It was nothing but theater, Issac. A sham to get you all to quit looking for us.¡±


    ¡°One that worked,¡± Issac dryly replied. His face didn¡¯t display shame. The expression remained unyielding to the group. Talking to phantoms possessed a certain tendency to induce feelings of disbelief.  It was hard to obtain a proper read on the thoughts going through the young man¡¯s head.


    A familiar male with ebony hair marched up to them. ¡°Hey Issac, we don¡¯t have time to¡­¡± The sight Seth Morgan saw robbed the words from him and compelled him to take a few steps back. The clumsy motion nearly landed him onto his rear, while his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.


    Alice, along with her broken set of ribs, prepared herself for the inevitable hug that was coming in full force.


    ¡°You¡¯re alive,¡± he whispered. He embraced her tightly, desperate in his efforts to not let her go. ¡°You¡¯re alive!¡±


    Kurt looked around nervously as he made a shushing sound. ¡°We won¡¯t be for long if you don¡¯t pipe it down, Seth. Tolson isn¡¯t exactly brimming with too many friendlies if you know what I mean.¡±


    From the elation on the young man¡¯s face, he didn¡¯t care. He had Alice again.


    A part of her felt relieved to see him once more, and another part felt remorseful. Images of the lake flooded into her thoughts. The dim light of the candle in the bedroom reminded her she didn¡¯t have the right to feel overjoyed. Not when the man standing next to her had enraptured her so that she¡¯d forgotten him, along with everyone else, over the course of the last month.


    ¡°It¡¯s good to see you too,¡± she conceded. ¡°I¡¯ve missed you all,¡± she said softly as she gave voice to a statement that was as much of a truth as it was a lie. Seeing them again changed things; things she was all too desperate to never change.


    Seth whispered in her ear. ¡°How could you leave me?¡±


    Not us. Me.


    Getting captured at gunpoint had never been the plan. It made no sense to feel guilty about the situation. Nonetheless, that emotion resonated inside her upon hearing that accusation. In more ways than one she¡¯d left him. The glance she snuck in Vincent¡¯s direction only made that sentiment even more palpable to her.


    Alice didn¡¯t dare answer his accusation. She didn¡¯t have the willpower in her.


    Issac cleared his throat. ¡°We need to go inside.¡±


    Where was inside? A vehicle?  A nice warm building? Going further with Vincent as his fingers longingly stroked down her thigh? Dear God! Her thoughts were a jumbled mess as the pain flared up in her sides once more.


    The man of her affections stood in front of Seth and gave him a cross look. ¡°Agreed,¡± he flatly stated as he took hold of the lieutenant¡¯s hand. ¡°Standing up is hard on her with her wounds.¡±


    Seth met the look with a stern countenance of his own, one that dissipated into fear as his eyes traveled down to the woman¡¯s side. ¡°You¡¯re¡­you¡¯re bleeding?¡±


    She cursed under her breath. Forget Vincent and Seth. She¡¯d be having another date alright, this time with Kurt. All that entailed was his barbaric efforts at stitching, jabbing really. She doubted the crude precision in which he conducted his handiwork had become any more delicate.


    ¡°I¡¯m, uh¡­hanging on by a thread.¡±


    That statement applied literally in her case as the group escorted her to their convoy. With any luck, another doctor, and not a self-appointed one who couldn¡¯t tell a scalpel from a band-aid, would tend to her.

 Chapter 27: Insurrection

    Chapter 27: Insurrection


    ¡°M-my God¡­,¡± Seth Morgan breathed as the medic raised the young woman¡¯s gray shirt, revealing a marred flap of bloody, discolored skin. ¡°Wh-what the hell happened?¡±


    ¡°I-It¡¯s a long story,¡± Alice rasped as the physician continued his work.


    With as many times as her skin had been pierced by now, she was beginning to lose a bit of feeling in the edges of her wound. She wasn¡¯t sure if that was ultimately a good or a bad thing.


    ¡°It was a lion,¡± Vincent spoke, drawing the young soldier¡¯s attention.


    Seth felt his jaw drop. ¡°A what?!¡±


    A yelp from Alice silenced the two boys.


    Seth winced, quickly averting his eyes from the grisly sight. He was honestly unsure if it was due to the horrific nature of the wound, or the pitiful, whimpering cries leaking from the blonde¡¯s lips. He also took note of how she clung to Vincent¡¯s hand like a lifeline, almost desperate in its intensity.


    A part of him wasn¡¯t so certain he wanted to know the details. Hell, he was unsure if he would even be able to handle them. Clearing his throat, he dropped his tone to barely above a whisper. ¡°And here I thought lions were extinct.¡±


    ¡°Well, someone should have told that to the three at Fort Brein,¡± Vincent flatly replied.


    A frown tugged at Seth¡¯s lips upon hearing the mere mention of that vile place. While its location was a mystery, its name was well known among the masses, mentioned only in hushed tones. Some referred to it as a brutal prison, while others called it hell on earth. People who went in never came out.


    ¡°Jesus,¡± the soldier muttered, his voice lost to the others with the roar of the vehicle¡¯s engine. The group had hastily climbed into the back of a freight truck. Given Alice was a notorious figure among the ranks of The Resistance, as well as supposedly deceased, allowing her to roam about in public would spell trouble if the wrong person saw her.


    To be honest, he didn¡¯t feel sure if he was experiencing some fever dream or if the specter in front of him really was her. She¡¯d lost so much weight since he¡¯d last seen her. She most certainly didn¡¯t resemble the strong lieutenant he knew. Alice appeared vulnerable to him. He¡¯d never imagined she could look so weak. If it weren¡¯t for her wounds, he might¡¯ve chosen to cradle her within his arms right then and there.


    The medic spared the woman a look mired in sympathy, whispering something to her before he put away his sewing kit. A quick patch job was the best they could spare in a moving vehicle. Once they arrived somewhere that bore a squinted resemblance to safety, they¡¯d have time to get her the proper care she deserved.


    Seth imagined she¡¯d spent many days and nights roaming desolate roads, forced to make compromises with her health in order to survive.


    ¡°We thought you all were extinct,¡± Issac said. His eyes shifted among the weary figures in front of him. ¡°From the looks of things, the lot of you came close.¡±


    ¡°Too close,¡± Kurt murmured. The teen looked at Vincent as he made his remark, swiftly averting his gaze when the brunette caught sight of his stare.


    Seth brushed his lip with the finger of his gloved hand. He glanced at the brown-haired man that accompanied the group before he pointed to him. ¡°What¡¯s your story? You pretending to be military?¡±


    ¡°Who''s pretending?¡± the man replied, shifting forward to get a better look at the inquisitive teen. ¡°Sergeant Jack O¡¯Connor, at your service.¡±


    ¡°So you¡¯re legitimate? I don¡¯t know if you¡¯re aware of this, but you¡¯re helping the people you¡¯re supposed to be killing. Why would you do such a thing?¡±


    Jack chuckled. ¡°You looking a gift horse in the mouth, son?¡±


    Seth fell quiet. In the end, the point stood firm. Whether he sat there in enemy uniform, he was an ally right now. He supposed the reasons at this point were all irrelevant. Still, he imagined the sight of him wouldn¡¯t go over well once they arrived at the base, given the recent disposal of prisoners Commander Derwent ordered.


    Issac gave the man a deadpan stare. ¡°We¡¯ll be home soon enough. By then, we¡¯ll decide what to do with you.¡±


    Jack offered the youth a puzzled look. ¡°Throw me a party,¡± he said with a forced laugh. His nervousness only seemed to grow with the uncomfortable silence that followed his remark. Perhaps he hadn¡¯t considered how hospitable his hosts would be given his past.


    ¡°Issac, what are you talking about?¡± Alice asked. ¡°If it weren¡¯t for him, we wouldn¡¯t have made it this far.¡±


    The youth brushed one of his brown bangs with the back of his hand. ¡°Don¡¯t get me wrong. I¡¯m grateful for what you did, but it¡¯s an awful lot to ask us to swallow that someone from The Order possesses enough fondness for the likes of us that they¡¯d turn traitor.¡±


    ¡°You think this is a ploy? A Trojan Horse?¡± Jack¡¯s tone grew more incredulous with each question he asked.


    ¡°I think you¡¯re a little too hasty in your judgment,¡± Vincent remarked. ¡°He¡¯s suffered alongside us, Issac.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s Lieutenant Harrison to you,¡± the youth replied. Everyone stared at him in confusion as he continued speaking. ¡°You¡¯ve not been with us long enough to question our decisions. You¡¯d do well to remember that, cadet.¡±


    Seth grimaced. A month ago, Issac didn¡¯t even want the job. Now he was pulling rank and lording it over the boy.


    Vincent crossed his arms. ¡°Congratulations on your promotion. They cram a stick into your butt when they awarded you that title?¡±


    Issac glared at him. ¡°You should be a little more humble to the ones who picked you up from the streets. Commander Derwent doesn¡¯t take kindly to insubordination. Neither do I.¡±


    ¡°Last I checked, he answers to me,¡± Alice said as she put an arm around Vincent¡¯s shoulder. ¡°And if you¡¯re that eager to prove your point, go ahead and drop us off now. Just don¡¯t expect Leo to be so understanding once we get back.¡±


    ¡°Now Alice-¡°


    ¡°That¡¯s Lieutenant Lynheart to you,¡± she corrected, narrowing her eyes as she spoke. ¡°You¡¯ve been with us long enough to know better than to talk to one of my soldiers like that.¡±


    Seth couldn¡¯t help but smile as Issac deflated before the woman. There was that fiery spirit he admired!


    ¡°Lieutenant, your new friend may be in a world of trouble. I¡¯m just-¡°


    ¡°I¡¯ll take it up with Leo, not you,¡± Alice remarked. She looked to Jack with a coy smile. ¡°Besides, I found him first.¡±


    That remark garnered a chuckle from both Jack and Seth. Issac, not sharing the amusement, settled for training a nasty glare on them before his eyes wandered over to a large crate. He might¡¯ve, if at least for a moment, considered climbing inside it to nurse his pride that his former superior promptly kicked to the side. Even with his promotion, it was clear where he ranked along the pecking order. Somewhere next to Jack and shit.


    Seth¡¯s mirth diminished as he watched Alice¡¯s arm leave Vincent¡¯s shoulders and her hand intertwine with his own. If Issac considered inserting himself inside a crate, he might need to make room for some company. It¡¯d be preferable to seeing all that handholding with him.


    He shook his head. Nothing had changed save for her battle scars. She was looking for a source of comfort. Vincent was merely convenient. Things would go back to normal.


    They had to.


    ****


    The freight truck came to a sudden halt after the better part of an hour. Given the interior of the dry van was windowless by design, it was Alice¡¯s best guess, one likely shared by the others, that they¡¯d arrived at their destination: Leo Derwent¡¯s outpost.


    The door at the back of the trailer ascended. With its rise came several men clad in armor and wielding a set of guns, the barrels of them all pointed in their direction. Alice frowned as she mentally cataloged the weaponry: an Armatek G-20 pulse rifle, the HK-MP5, and a Mossberg 500 pump-action shotgun.


    ¡°What is going on?¡± Alice immediately asked as the men briskly strode into the vehicle.


    ¡°Throwing you all a party,¡± one of the men sneered before he smacked Jack with the butt of his rifle.


    Alice bolted up from the floor. Her eyes wildly scanned the people around her as she tried to make sense of the situation.


    ¡°Get up, you piece of shit,¡± one of the soldiers growled.


    Vincent leapt up. ¡°H-hey, he¡¯s one of-¡°


    He never finished voicing his protest as the rifle thudded against the boy¡¯s temple, which collapsed him onto the floor.


    Seth shouted. ¡°Dear God, stop it! What are you people doing?¡±


    Alice couldn¡¯t say she held much in the way of interest concerning their activities, not when those ventures extended to hurting people she valued. She didn¡¯t care where Leo and company had scooped up these brutes from. By her assessment, they came out of the oven a little too prematurely; a problem she intended to immediately remedy.


    Embers crackled and formed into a ball of concentrated fire that formed inside her palm. She raised her hand and pointed it towards the men. Unfortunately, she failed to get a read on them with the sudden figure blocking the path.


    Issac.


    The youth stood in front of her. He shook his head in disapproval. His bravado faltered as the inferno she held intensified.


    ¡°Move.¡±


    ¡°Alice, I-¡°


    She unleashed the fire. The ball of flame roared past his head and hit the man who smacked both Vincent and Jack. He let out a yell as the blast propelled him several yards out of the truck.


    One of the men audibly cursed as he raised his pulse rifle, pointing the weapon at the tiny woman.


    Issac stammered, unsure of what to do in the situation.


    Vincent rose from the floor, caressing his jaw as he did so. He glared at the troops before he shoved past Issac, sending the nervous leader onto the floor. He kept his icy gaze fixated on the soldier with the pulse rifle. ¡°Are you really going to shoot the commander¡¯s daughter?¡±


    The man lowered his head.


    ¡°What are you waiting for?¡± Vincent asked. He did little to hide the animosity in his tone as he took another step forward. The barrel of the rifle was now pressed directly against his chest. ¡°Because if she doesn¡¯t get you, and if Leo doesn¡¯t, you can sure as shit bet I will. Drop the gun.¡±


    For a moment, the air around them felt like it had reached freezing temperature. Then again, to Alice, it could have been the way she felt from the sudden harnessing of her powers. She didn¡¯t exactly feel well, and calling upon her talent with a stomach that growled louder than her conjured flames did little to improve her health.


    The rifle clattered to the ground. Alice held her breath as it hit the floor. She knew firsthand that those things could accidentally discharge. The shock from one could seize a person¡¯s nerves, forcefully tensing every joint in the human body with one blast. ¡®


    Seth snagged the weapon from the ground. As he did, more men came marching into the vicinity. Someone had brought a blanket and had begun to help snuff the rising fire outside the freight truck.


    A familiar figure in a black trench coat emerged from the group. The blond man looked at them all with bewilderment as he tried to make sense of the chaos ensuing around him.


    ¡°Alice?¡± Leo asked with a breathless whisper.


    Despite the cartwheels going on in the young woman¡¯s head, she spared him a greeting. ¡°Nice to see you too, Dad,¡± she said before her legs refused their continued support of her. She hardly felt the collision with the hard bed of the trailer. She wouldn¡¯t have been surprised if her stitches, for what felt like the sixth time now, came unwound from the fall.


    A chorus of muffled voices shouted her name and the light around her gave way to black.


    ****


    Vincent sat in the commander¡¯s office after they¡¯d brought Alice to the medical ward. It took two men to pull him out of there. If it weren¡¯t for the dizzying sensation he felt from being hit by that rifle, they might¡¯ve needed a third man.


    Leo marched into his office. From the look of things, Vincent couldn¡¯t decide if the end of the cigarette the man smoked was redder than his cheeks.


    ¡°Start talking,¡± demanded the commander before he blew smoke from his nostrils.


    For a moment, Vincent imagined he¡¯d turned into some sort of dragon. One that was prepared to incinerate him in a stream of flames if he gave an improper answer. After some consideration, he decided to let Leo steer the subject.


    ¡°What about?¡±


    The commander frowned at that answer as he pointed the lit cigarette at the youth. ¡°We believed the lot of you were dead. You come waltzing back here with one of our enemies and you lit one of my men on fire.¡±


    The chair skidded along the floor as Vincent stood up. ¡°Sorry to disappoint. We didn¡¯t choose to get captured. The person you¡¯re calling our enemy saved our lives, sir.¡±


    Leo frowned. He brought the cigarette to his lips and took a puff. From the looks of it, he¡¯d smoked it down to a stub as the cherry bounced from the end onto the floor.


    ¡°And for the record, it was your daughter that roasted your man like a marshmallow,¡± Vincent said with a smile before he stamped out the ember along the floor.


    ¡°That make it better, does it?¡±


    Vincent crossed his arms. ¡°It certainly doesn¡¯t make for much of a warm welcome. Well¡­perhaps warmer, I¡¯d dare say, for your subordinate given what happened.¡±


    ¡°Your humor isn¡¯t appreciated nor wanted,¡± Leo briskly warned. He closed the distance between them. His stature towered over the youth. ¡°People are our most precious asset. I can¡¯t afford to jeopardize them.¡±


    ¡°Interesting train of thought, sir. I¡¯ll keep it in mind next time one of our own points a gun at me.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t get cute.¡±


    Vincent glared. ¡°At your daughter then.¡±


    The room became silent. The only sound was a harsh intake of breath from Leo.


    ¡°How about you start talking? I think you owe it to me after what we endured. All over a mistake you made.¡±


    Leo grabbed Vincent by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. The boy gagged as he felt the fabric tighten around his throat.


    ¡°I don¡¯t make mistakes you mouthy little shit!¡±


    Vincent shoved the older man off him, knocking him against his office desk. The lamp resting on it fell onto the ground; the bulb shattered into pieces.


    Commander Derwent appeared flabbergasted as he looked at the mess littered along the floor of his office and then back to his recruit that had the audacity to shove him. That was likely a first.


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    ¡°That makes the situation worse, sir. See, if you don¡¯t make mistakes, that leads me to believe you allowed us to get captured and shipped off to Fort Brein.¡±


    Leo balled his hands into a fist. From where Vincent stood, Commander Smokey¡¯s face turned red enough to where he resembled an inflated balloon; one that looked like it was going to pop.


    Seconds passed. The fingers of his closed hands opened before they sank into the pockets of his coat.


    ¡°You¡¯ve got balls, boy. It¡¯d be a shame to have you neutered.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯d be a shame to hurt you.¡±


    A hearty laugh escaped the commander. Vincent failed to find the humor in the situation. His words were not said in jest. If Leo intentionally threw them to the wolves, he wouldn¡¯t hesitate to kill the man in his own office.


    ¡°My, my. You¡¯ve grown so much since we last met. I¡¯d say you found yourself a spine ever since finding how nasty the world truly is.¡±


    Vincent took a step forward and, for the third time that day, he found a gun trained on him by a supposed ally.


    ¡°Careful, Vincent. I like you, but not that much.¡±


    The boy frowned. ¡°So endearing.¡±


    ¡°Hmph! Merely a statement of fact. If it is any consolation, I did not set you all up. Alice is too valuable to throw away on a risk. Same with Kurt.¡±


    Vincent knew his name wasn¡¯t going to be listed among those who were essential. He didn¡¯t care about such a trivial matter. What he did care about was Leo¡¯s insistence he didn¡¯t make mistakes.


    Over time, Vincent found that a dumb man can be outsmarted, while an arrogant man could have their ego played like a stringed instrument. The boy wasn¡¯t entirely sure what he could say, let alone do, against a man who was both stupid and overconfident, especially when that same individual had the barrel of a gun pointed at him.


    ¡°It was¡­yes, a miscalculation. You all should have been more cautious. Rest assured, the mistake with Pheora won¡¯t be made again.¡±


    How convenient he could blame the misfortune on them.


    ¡°And I¡¯m supposed to take you at your word?¡±


    A dark smile befitting a predator emerged on the older man¡¯s lips. ¡°I¡¯d invite you to ask the people of the city that question. Too bad you can¡¯t though. You see, I had Pheora blown to hell and back. I doubt you¡¯ll find anyone left in the rubble, save for their charred remains.¡±


    Vincent took a step back. For a moment, he saw a bit of Cain and Vladsco leak through the commander¡¯s words. Those three men didn¡¯t seem all that different to him in this light.


    ¡°When my daughter scooped your body out of the river, she didn¡¯t find the dog tags on you. Now you all return with a man wearing dog tags and a uniform. Maybe I should dedicate a wing to all you defectors.¡±


    ¡°He¡¯s not an enemy. And Alice knows all about me. Kurt couldn¡¯t resist telling her repeatedly that I was a traitor.¡±


    Leo clicked the hammer of his revolver. His smile widened. ¡°Now that¡¯s a scary sound, isn¡¯t it? That cocking noise. The only thing scarier is the ensuing bang that follows. You had some bullets in you when we found you. This trigger anything? Spur any memories?¡±


    Flashes of his dream earlier in the morning came to him. The boy did his best to conceal his feelings. ¡°No, sir.¡±


    The man studied him intently before he used his finger to block the hammer of his weapon from striking the firing pin. He pocketed the gun and gave a scoff. ¡°What a shame, eh, Vincent?¡±


    ¡°So what now?¡± Vincent asked as he chose to ignore the question posed to him.


    Leo hummed contently before he walked past the youth. ¡°I think you and I need some bonding time. Teach you to appreciate my methods.¡±


    ¡°Sounds swell.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not so bad once you get to know me,¡± he said as the door to his office clicked open upon his turning of the handle. Leo looked back at Vincent. Something resembling malice danced within the commander¡¯s stare. ¡°And I need you to know me. I need you to know the hornet¡¯s nest you stuck your foot into today. That¡¯ll be swell, kiddo.¡±


    He motioned him forward. Vincent reluctantly followed. There was little point in putting up a fight. Even if he could beat Leo, he¡¯d still have a base full of his supporters he¡¯d have to contend with immediately afterward. Alice wouldn¡¯t have wanted him in such a situation. She would¡¯ve likely urged him to obey whatever it was her father had in mind.


    The man led him down the hallway and to an auditorium. The beams along the ceiling curved into the steel walls of the room at a bizarre angle.


    Vincent winced at the noise as he was led inside; the din sounded deafening.


    A figure knelt at the center of the stage set at the front of the room. A white pillowcase with a prominent red stain towards the middle of it was affixed to the person¡¯s head. Vincent didn¡¯t need to see the face to discern their identity. The uniform worn belonged to Sergeant Jack O¡¯Connor.


    Leo shoved Vincent forward. The commander didn¡¯t verbalize anything, nor did he need to do so. The situation was clear enough. They were putting on a show for the troops. Unfortunately, Vincent imagined he was going to play a role in the entertainment being produced for them whether he wanted to or not.


    ¡°Gentlemen, thank you for attending. Today is a day worthy of celebration. We¡¯ve done the impossible. We infiltrated Fort Brein.¡±


    Vincent didn¡¯t even think it was possible for the noise in the auditorium to grow more deafening, but the ensuing cheer sounded like an explosive going off in his ear.


    ¡°Friends, we¡¯ve outwitted our enemy. We even captured one of them as a trophy,¡± Leo declared as he pulled off the pillowcase from the sergeant¡¯s head.


    Vincent couldn¡¯t refrain from gasping at the sight. They¡¯d beaten him severely. He¡¯d lost some teeth from how hard they¡¯d hit him. His nose was broken. One of the man¡¯s eyes had swollen into a discolored lump.


    Jack looked delirious. He gave Vincent a pitiful look as the youth stared back at him in horror.


    The boy looked at Leo. This was a nightmare. One he couldn¡¯t seem to wake up from; one that fostered a rage within him.


    The commander kept saying we in his speech.


    We. We.


    We what? There was no we! He hadn¡¯t bled with them in a prison cell. He hadn¡¯t contended with hunger and dehydration. He hadn¡¯t found love in the most unlikely of places. What did he know?


    ¡°Men, what would you have us do to this snake?¡±


    Vincent felt his blood run cold at the proclamation. Kill him. Those two words were repeated as a mantra. Mindless. Remorseless. Kill him. Kill him. Each utterance felt all the louder to him.


    Alice had insisted they were the good guys. They didn¡¯t kill for sport like The Order. She¡¯d have to forgive him, but this looked like an elaborate game with a home team vastly outnumbering the opposition. This was a slaughter.


    ¡°Here is one of our heroes,¡± Leo declared, planting his hands along the boy¡¯s shoulders. He rubbed them harshly, rough enough to leave a bruise from the feeling. ¡°Vincent bravely fought this man. He brought this enemy before you. Broken. Weak. And he will perform his duty and execute this man!¡±


    The crowd roared again at the claim. Vincent looked around helplessly for some support. No one there was a voice of reason demanding they stop this madness. Instead, a court of animals observed, excited by the prospect of bloodshed.


    Leo slipped something both cold and heavy into the boy¡¯s hand. The polished steel of the revolver gleamed in the light of the auditorium.


    ¡°I kill my enemies, Vincent,¡± the commander harshly whispered to him. ¡°And the time has come for you to decide here and now what you are to me. I trust you¡¯ll make the right decision.¡±


    The teen felt his stomach churn. Leo had decreed to the soldiers that Jack was a snake. From where he stood, the only serpent in the room slithered on stage next to him hissing horrible things in his ear, urging him to murder an unarmed man as a trophy.


    The bastard had planned this elaborate game from the beginning. Vincent wagered the moment the report came in on their return, the commander set this sick display up immediately for his men to watch. His role as executioner was likely decided at the last minute. He was probably going to be merely a spectator before he crossed Leo.


    No. None of that felt right to him. This was going to be a test from the beginning. All he¡¯d done in the office was remove any doubts Leo had about going through with it.


    Vincent raised the gun, which only broadened the smile on the commander¡¯s face.


    The ensuing shot killed the crowd¡¯s elation.


    ****


    ¡°Seth, I need you out here now!¡±


    The youth was jerked away from his reverie at the sudden proclamation from Issac. He¡¯d been sitting there holding Alice¡¯s hand. The intrusion brought a frown to his face as he gently placed her wrist onto her chest and stood up from his chair.


    ¡°What¡¯s going-¡°


    ¡°No time for questions. Just get moving.¡±


    Seth obeyed and rushed behind his lieutenant. He mentally chastised himself as he thought of his current superior. His lieutenant was lying helpless in a hospital bed. Issac was nothing more than a shallow imitation that had crudely been fashioned from an inferior material. There was only one Alice.


    Thoughts of the enemy closing in on them dispelled his romanticized thoughts. Based on the young man¡¯s tone, something troubling was happening. Something serious enough to prompt the interruption of his reunion.


    She didn¡¯t come back here just to get put in danger!


    The teen picked up the pace. As they approached the auditorium, a grim silence seemed to follow the gunfire that tore through the air.


    Gunfire! Seth thought with panic. Maybe they really had been infiltrated.


    The pair stepped through the doors leading into the auditorium. Standing on stage was a familiar youth sporting a set of eyes that belonged to an enraged cat. They were presently narrowed at the attendees.


    ¡°Listen to you people,¡± he said. His soft voice had been projected by the microphone placed in the center of the stage. Vincent¡¯s cadence was unusually harsh, writhe with disgust and frustration. ¡°Kill him, kill him. Hasn¡¯t there been enough bloodshed! I, for one, have seen enough death to last me a lifetime.¡±


    ¡°What in the world is he doing?¡± Seth whispered to Issac. As he voiced his concern, he took notice of where the boy¡¯s gun was raised. He¡¯d obliterated one of the lights on the ceiling with a bullet based on the set of shadows looming over a segment of the crowd.


    If the substitute for the lieutenant had any thoughts on the subject, he was mentally checked out, likely fantasizing about sunbathing on a warm beach with a beautiful woman on one side and a shot of tequila on the other. Anything to get his mind away from this uncomfortable setting.


    ¡°You all want to kill someone you¡¯ve never even met. This man saved us. He saved Alice,¡± he said before he pivoted on his heel and faced Leo. ¡°If it weren¡¯t for him, your precious Golden Phoenix wouldn¡¯t have risen from the ashes.


    The commander¡¯s expression turned stony. From where Seth stood, he bore a disposition that would have garnered envy from a gargoyle if such a thing were sentient.


    ¡°Soldier, I am telling you to kill this man,¡± Leo replied after some hesitation. Even he seemed uncertain with his read of the room.


    The revolver slammed along the floor, sliding to the commander¡¯s feet. Vincent met the man¡¯s stare with a defiant one of his own. ¡°His name is Jack, and I am telling you to go fuck yourself, sir.¡±


    The commander¡¯s lip quivered upon hearing the anatomically impossible request.


    Seth looked at Issac a second time. True to form, he proved about as useful as an umbrella while submerged in a swimming pool. Shaking his head in disgust, Seth began his approach to the stage. Maybe he could convince Leo to merely toss Vincent¡¯s butt behind bars instead of having him murdered.


    Leo began to shout as Seth approached. ¡°Pick it up! Pick up the gun! You shoot that man right now! Now!¡±


    Vincent crossed his arms and looked at the leader like he was an overgrown toddler pitching a tantrum. ¡°No,¡± he flatly replied.


    Leo looked seconds away from bursting a blood vessel as he snatched the gun from the floor. He licked his lips as he aimed the firearm at the boy, much to the crowd¡¯s horror. ¡°Then I¡¯ll kill you. I¡¯ll shoot you dead right here and now, you snake! You¡­you traitor!¡±


    Oh, dear God! If the shit hadn¡¯t hit the fan, it most certainly had been diced by the blades and splattered all over the crowd at this precise moment. Seth ran as fast as he could. He had little choice but to try to tackle the commander. That¡¯d be the only way to keep Vincent¡¯s brain from decorating the floor of the stage.


    Heat blazed by Seth¡¯s ear. A trail of fire ripped past the teen as he made it to the steps of the stage.


    Leo let out a startled cry as the gun held within his hands flew out of his grasp. He burrowed his hands inside his coat as he fell onto his knees.


    Seth whirled around and saw the unmistakable form of Alice. Even in a patient¡¯s gown, she exuded authority with the fire glowing in her hands. She stepped past the assembly, making her way to the stage with a confident gait. The woman looked to be a far cry from the figure dancing in and out of consciousness within the medical bay.


    ¡°Have you lost your mind, Dad?¡± she asked as she stepped onto the stage. ¡°Because where I¡¯m standing, you¡¯re pointing a gun at my soldier.¡±


    Leo glared at her. ¡°You¡­how could you?¡±


    ¡°Because he¡¯s my friend. And he¡¯s been nothing but loyal,¡± she said before she looked to the crowd. She forced a sheepish smile. ¡°By the way, it¡¯s nice seeing you all. Would someone be courteous enough to take Jack to the medical bay, please? Jack is that kind man bleeding over there,¡± she continued before she turned back to her father. ¡°Someone who sacrificed everything just so we could have a chance. Just so we could come back here.¡±


    ¡°Alice-¡±


    ¡°To this,¡± she said gesturing at Jack. ¡°He gave it all so you could spit on him and beat him.¡±


    Leo rose from the ground. He barged over to his daughter and snatched the microphone away from her. ¡°Look, I¡¯ll forget the whole thing happened. You¡¯re obviously sick-¡°


    She stole the device away from him. ¡°This coming from someone making a show out of the execution of an ally. You need to take a step back and-¡±


    The game of microphone tag continued, this time with the commander smacking the device out of her hand. Aside from the sudden burst of static coming through the speakers in the room, the silence that followed felt oppressive and overbearing.


    Seth felt that the world was tilting. Pretty soon everything would be upside down at the rate everything was falling apart.


    ¡°Fine, Alice. You want this piece of shit to have a chance? You want him to be one of us, I¡¯ll make him one of us. Take him to the lab!¡±


    The girl looked appalled at his declaration. She grabbed onto the sleeve of his coat. ¡°You can¡¯t!¡± she shouted.


    Several of the soldiers pulled her back from the commander. Vincent made a move to intervene when another soldier sent him onto the floor. They whispered something to him. From where Seth stood, he couldn¡¯t hear if it was a warning to not make things worse for himself or a threat.


    ¡°Seth Morgan,¡± Leo snapped, jerking the teen¡¯s thoughts back into focus. ¡°Escort Alice¡¯s new friend here to the lab.¡±


    The teen felt a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. Nothing good could come from the request. He had a few ideas on what the end result would be.


    He took his stand right then and there. Seth told Leo no. He said it was all wrong.


    If he hadn¡¯t misplaced his spine wherever Issac had discarded his, he might¡¯ve gone and actually said those things. Instead, he helped Jack off the floor and marched him forward with his gun drawn. ¡°Let¡¯s get moving.¡±


    ****


    Kurt finished part of his report, logging the draft of it into the system for further revision. He was telling them everything they needed to know, including how Vincent was a psycho and how Alice had fallen head over heels for that knife-wielding maniac.


    The door to the lab burst open not even two seconds after he hit save. The teen whirled around with his eyes as wide as saucers as a bloody mess staggered into the room. It was Jack! From the sight of him, it looked like he got into a fight with a good number of soldiers.


    No points on guessing who won that exchange. Why is Seth behind him with a gun?


    The youth stumbled back from the soldier. His movement resulted in the spilling of papers onto the tiled floor. Aside from the noise, the teen barely registered the mess. His eyes remained fixated on the horror movie leaping out of the screen, parading around before him screaming, ¡°Look at me, look at me!¡±


    ¡°What is going on?¡± Kurt asked.


    The thing that was going on stormed into the room with a scowl. Commander Derwent.


    ¡°Get his ass onto the table,¡± he said with a gesticulation towards the injured Sergeant.


    Alice came through the door, shoving the man holding her off. ¡°You can¡¯t do this!¡±


    ¡°Remind me again, who is the commander around here?¡±


    ¡°You, but-¡°


    ¡°Then shut it,¡± Leo declared before he turned around back to Kurt.


    The teen still hadn¡¯t made any movement to fetch Jack. Seth stood around looking just as bewildered. This was all too much to process at once.


    ¡°Anytime now, sweethearts,¡± Leo sneered.


    Seth, after a few seconds worth of deliberation, gave the sergeant another shove. He pointed the gun at him. ¡°Just get on there.¡±


    Jack possessed no fight. He wordlessly obeyed, climbing onto the table. Kurt hesitantly approached the soldier and began to put straps on him.


    ¡°Seth!¡± Alice yelled.


    The teen looked back at her with hurt prominent in his eyes. He didn¡¯t want to do what he was being asked.


    Kurt shared the same sentiment. The technician couldn¡¯t say where this whole mess was going, but he imagined there was a cliff not too far ahead that made for a reasonable guess for the destination.


    The door opened once more, and Vincent was carted into the room. The tall brunette glared at the commander as he was pushed forward. Leo grabbed the teen¡¯s chin, moving his head to eye level.


    ¡°I¡¯ll deal with your insubordinate backside later. For now, watch.¡±


    Kurt finished strapping the male onto the table. He couldn¡¯t say he liked the emphasis Leo placed on the word watch. The youth¡¯s stomach knotted as he spared a glance in the direction of his father. ¡°S-sir, what exactly are we doing here?¡±


    Leo fetched a scalpel from the tray near the table. He approached Vincent with it, grabbing onto the boy¡¯s hand.


    ¡°Dad! Wh-what are you doing? Stop it!¡± Alice yelled while one of the soldiers restrained her. From where Kurt stood, the man was giving it his all holding back the tiny firecracker that was getting ready to explode on him.


    ¡°The virus can be spread by fluids. You want to save him so bad, take responsibility. It¡¯s only right you be the one to induct him,¡± he said before he made an incision across the youth¡¯s hand. The teen let out a sharp cry as blood flooded from the center of his palm.


    ¡°Father, no! Release him! Please!¡±


    Leo shoved Vincent forward and crammed the boy¡¯s hand into the soldier¡¯s mouth. Jack choked as the fluid flooded his lungs.


    ¡°Shhh. Don¡¯t fight it. This is your salvation,¡± the commander declared as he effortlessly shoved Vincent aside. The teen collided onto the ground.


    Alice fought off the soldier restraining her, striking him in the throat with her palm. While he fell onto his knees clutching his throat, she ran over to the downed youth. Seth stood unyielding. Everything unfolding before him was a display of madness. The Resistance. There was resistance alright, a fierce struggle against anything bearing resemblance to sanity. It looked more like they were running a circus than they were an organized military.


    Leo continued his droning as the sergeant began to writhe and squirm along the table, choking from whatever havoc the blood was wreaking upon his body. ¡°It was my salvation when I lost everything. My wife. My daughters. I watched my dreams go up in smoke. Poof!¡±


    Kurt frowned and looked away from his father. Alice and he were nothing more than a pair of strays he found and took in. He seldom ever discussed his real family with them. That subject had always been off-limits.


    ¡°They were robbed from me. I was prepared to kill myself. The virus fixed that. It changed me. It gave me purpose. If you¡¯re worth saving, you will fight it like I did,¡± Leo said. He banged his fist onto the table. ¡°Come on! Fight it!¡±


    The man¡¯s spasms worsened along with his choking. Within a minute the gagging stopped. The vessels in his eyes grew bloated and red. A trickle of blood leaked from them before his gaze became vacant forevermore.


    Leo pressed his forehead against the soldier¡¯s head for a few seconds before his eyes locked with Alice¡¯s. ¡°Consider him released,¡± he declared with finality before he walked out of the room. The door slammed behind him as they all gawked at the macabre sight lying deceased on the operating table.


    Kurt threw a towel over the man¡¯s face. It was the only dignity he could afford him now. He looked to the others, desperate to see a sign, anything to make sense of what happened. The grim silence told him everything: There was nothing normal about any of this. They¡¯d all been a party to a senseless murder.

 Chapter 28: Matter of Life and Death

    Chapter 28: Matter of Life and Death


    Alice rested her head on her folded arms as she sat at her desk in her office. At least, she assumed it was her office. She hardly recognized it with all the blue. She had intended to retire to her room but had discovered it to be locked. It was then that she realized she¡¯d left the key in her desk drawer prior to her capture.


    Of course, by the time she¡¯d made it to her office, she hadn¡¯t the strength of willpower to make the journey back to her room.


    Of course, by all rights, she probably should¡¯ve returned to the medical bay. After their journey, coupled with injuries and the spontaneous use of her powers, she was completely out of energy.


    A soft knock at the door drew the teen¡¯s attention.


    ¡°Come in.¡±


    The door opened to reveal Vincent.


    Alice didn¡¯t miss the way his eyes seemed to lighten at the sight of her as he shut the door behind him.


    She managed a warm smile, despite the chaotic thoughts swirling through her mind. ¡°Miss me, did you?¡±


    A throaty chuckle left the boy¡¯s lips, causing the young woman¡¯s smile to grow. ¡°Is that even a question?¡±


    His laugh was simply music to her ears. With all they¡¯d been through over the past several months, a part of her wouldn¡¯t have been surprised if he¡¯d never laughed again.


    Especially with what her father had just put him through¡­


    Alice frowned.


    What on earth was Leo thinking?! Didn¡¯t he care that they¡¯d made it back alive? He certainly hadn¡¯t given a damn about the party responsible for saving their lives.


    The blonde¡¯s racing thoughts screeched to a halt as the subtle ¡®click¡¯ of the door¡¯s lock sounded.


    Pale eyebrows raised.


    Vincent gave a sheepish smile, absently rubbing the back of his head. ¡°S-Sorry, but, uh, I just wanted to take the necessary precautions.¡±


    ¡°You expecting an unwanted audience?¡± Alice joked, quirking a small grin in spite of herself.


    The brunette pursed his lips, sobering momentarily. ¡°Perhaps.¡±


    Catching on, the blonde frowned. ¡°Of the Leo variety, I take it?¡±


    A nod.


    ¡°Luckily, he only saw fit to have me thrown in the medical bay and forgotten about¡­for now.¡±


    Alice chewed her lip. He had a point. Truthfully, she was surprised he wasn¡¯t already behind bars in the basement prison.


    ¡°I-I¡¯m not sure what¡¯s going to happen anymore. Everything¡­it feels so different now.¡±


    At the blonde¡¯s soft murmur, Vincent closed the distance between them as he moved around the desk to take her hand in his own.


    ¡°Because we¡¯re different. YOU are different. Alice, these people aren¡¯t like you. They don¡¯t hold your same morals. That in there was no different than one of The Order¡¯s public executions.¡±


    The lieutenant looked away. Once again, the boy was right. She knew he was. Before she could speak, however, the boy continued with a soft sigh.


    ¡°Alice, I wouldn¡¯t even be here now, if it wasn¡¯t for you. All this war and bloodshed is madness. I know you¡¯re just as tired of it as I am.¡±


    Alice bit her lip, feeling the tears already beginning. Oh, how true that was. Especially now. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she gave her boyfriend¡¯s hand a faint squeeze. ¡°Th-There¡¯s a part of me that wishes we¡¯d never left that cottage, Vincent. I¡­ I swear there¡¯s something wrong with me. All,¡± the teen paused, unable to maintain his gaze. ¡°All I want to do is be with you. To love you¡­¡±


    Vincent gave a tender smile, gently tugging the young woman from her chair. ¡°Then let¡¯s go. We¡¯ll run away together. There has to be somewhere out there for us. We just have to go find it.¡±


    Alice wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into the white shirt he wore. ¡°I wish we could. God, I wish we could. A-At the lake, I¡­ I wish we could¡¯ve just¡­ I-I wanted to¡­¡±


    Any further words the blonde may have spoken dissolved with her sobs. Vincent rubbed her back as he held her to his chest, gently combing a hand through her hair. He rested his chin on the top of her head.


    ¡°Me too.¡±


    Somewhere in the back of her mind, Alice knew that they were already skating on ever-thinning ice. Then again, who was to say what tomorrow would bring? Would they even get a tomorrow? For all she knew, Leo would have the boy court-martialed.


    Of course, that was all contingent on if they stayed.


    Her eyes darted to the door. The locked door.


    She bit her lip. They couldn¡¯t¡­ Could they? Surely the timing was inappropriate.


    The blonde resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Really? One painkiller and a proper wound dressing, and all she could seem to think about was¡­


    Then again, the boy didn¡¯t seem to mind.


    We¡¯d go further¡­


    Alice swallowed as she felt the heat bleed into her cheeks.


    The lighting in the room brightened.


    Vincent quirked a brow as she suddenly pulled away, watching as she made her way across the room.


    A ¡®click¡¯ sounded as the room went black.


    Alice shivered lightly at the faint glow of gold gazing openly at her from the back of the room.


    God, those eyes¡­


    ¡°I can still see you, you know?¡±


    The blonde swallowed, feeling more than a bit shy at the warm tone. There was a part of her that couldn¡¯t believe she was actually doing this, no matter how badly she wanted to. Then again, she seemed almost powerless to resist. With the demeanor of a skittish fawn, Alice neared him.


    So he could see her still, huh? Might as well give him something worthwhile to look at. She wondered how long his confident tone would last once he could feel her too.


    The teen timidly brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. Biting her lip lightly, she reached up to remove the green t-shirt she¡¯d changed into earlier. Slipping it over her head, she allowed it to fall to the floor.


    There was a sharp intake of breath from the boy.


    Alice flushed, giving a shy smile. The rational part of her knew she was being more than a bit forward. However, it was quickly drowned out by her rapidly beating heart. If this turned out to be their final moment together, she was determined to make it absolutely magical.


    The word flew from her lips with all the finality of a bullet exiting the chamber of a gun; a declarative statement more than a question: Further.


    The warm, amber eyes regarding her widened slightly as she heard the boy¡¯s breath hitch again. ¡°Further,¡± he breathed.


    Alice shuddered at the first brush of his hand against her bare shoulder, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip to keep from whimpering outright.


    Warm lips descended, sweeping her away as her head began to spin.


    Timid fingers latched onto the boy¡¯s shirt, slowly easing it upward in their desperate quest for more skin contact.


    A tentative arm carefully snaked its way around her back, pulling her closer.


    ¡°Vincent¡­¡±


    The brunette twitched at the soft whisper of his name, slowly bringing his free hand up to brush the pad of his thumb along the girl¡¯s cheek. His reward was another warm whisper of his name.


    Warm. So pleasantly warm.


    The pair parted.


    Vincent sighed as the soft swish of fabric signaled the removal of his shirt. The sigh quickly strangled into a whimper of his own as heated fingertips brushed bare flesh.


    Alice, feeling very much as if she were melting from the inside out, wrapped her arms around him as she began tracing a neat line from the base of his skull all the way down to the back of his hips. She stopped upon reaching the waistband of his jeans.


    A sharp gasp left the brunette¡¯s lips, causing the girl to give a light, airy chuckle before gesturing to the chair behind them.


    Vincent maneuvered backward on shaky legs.


    The pair regarded one another for a moment before reluctantly parting to remove their footwear.


    Eyes fully beginning to adjust to the darkness enveloping them, Alice trembled lightly under the boy¡¯s tender gaze. She shyly looked away, still feeling his eyes on her. This was all so new to her. It was both a terrifying and exhilarating experience.


    In all honesty, it frightened her a little; how deeply and desperately in love with this boy she already was. Though, judging by his raptured stare, he was no better when it came to her.


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    The temperature in the room shifted, filling with a pleasant warmth as she finally met his gaze. Eyes trained on her every move as she reached up to unclip her bra. The garment fell away then, landing on the floor without a sound.


    Amber eyes eagerly drank in the sight of porcelain skin.


    The boy swallowed, heart racing in his chest as a soft ¡®snap¡¯ of a button preceded her stepping out of the blue jeans she wore. Giving a tender smile that was more confident than he felt at the moment, he reached out a hand to her.


    ¡°Darling¡­¡±


    Alice shivered at the soft beckon, taking the boy¡¯s hand within her own as he pulled her to him.


    Vincent sat down in her desk chair. Being mindful of the injuries on her left side, he carefully scooped her into his lap. A gasp rushed from his lungs as she leaned forward, reacquainting their lips.


    A contented sigh left the blonde as she buried a hand in her boyfriend¡¯s raven hair. This was pure bliss. There was absolutely nothing that could take away from this moment. Soon, they would be forever bonded in such a way that no rule could ever come between them.


    Leo could have his protocol and The Program. She would have her Vincent.


    Somewhere in the back of her mind, she barely registered a faint noise in the distance. Then again, she was hardly hearing anything other than the soft sounds of contentment coming from her boyfriend¡¯s lips as well as her own.


    The blonde quivered, her toes curling as the boy¡¯s lips gradually moved to her ear. Tilting her head to allow him better access, she gave a faint moan.


    The sound came again. This time much louder.


    The pair paused, exchanging a confused glance.


    What was that? It sounded almost like¡­screaming.


    When the sound came again, it was accompanied by a sound the two teens were all too familiar with: The popping of gunfire.


    The lovers exchanged another, wide-eyed, glance. Bolting out of the chair, they hurriedly redressed themselves before throwing open the door.


    Alice froze.


    Fire. It was everywhere. Through the windows on the training room doors at the end of the hall, the orange glow of the blaze made one thing clear: They were trapped.


    A deafening roar sounded, shaking the building as the lights overhead flickered.


    An explosion. It wasn¡¯t a question. Alice had seen more than enough of her fair share of bombings over the last few years that the sound was unmistakable to her ears.


    ¡°Alice?¡±


    Sparing a glance at her boyfriend, the blonde¡¯s eyes narrowed. No. She was not losing him. ¡°Come on,¡± she instructed as she led the way down the small hall. Reaching the training room doors, she winced at the heat as she yanked them open.


    Vincent gasped. There was no visible way through, the heavy scent of smoke causing him to nearly wretch. ¡°T-Th-There¡¯s no way through,¡± he coughed. He glanced at his hands briefly. If only. If only he could¡­


    ¡°Vincent, look at me.¡±


    The brunette turned to his girlfriend with frightened eyes. This wasn¡¯t the end. Surely it wasn¡¯t. After all they¡¯d been through¡­


    ¡°We¡¯re going to have to run. REALLY fast, okay? No looking back. I can get us out of here. Do you remember the way to the loading dock?¡±


    ¡°I-I think so. I-I don¡¯t know, Alice. Why do I have to remember? You¡¯re going to be right next to me.¡±


    The blonde gave a somber smile. ¡°Vincent, when I tell you to run, you run. Go as fast as you can to the loading dock. Help as many people as you can on your way. I¡¯ll meet you there after I find Matthew.¡±


    The brunette frowned. ¡°But, Alice-¡±


    Any further protests died in the boy¡¯s throat as warm lips surged up to meet his own.


    After a moment, Alice pulled away to rest their foreheads together. ¡°That¡¯s an order, soldier.¡±


    The blonde stepped forward, drawing in a deep breath. This would surely take the last reserves of her energy. If they were to encounter enemy forces now, she would be all but helpless.


    Vincent watched in awe as a faint, orange glow resonated from the young woman¡¯s eyes. His eyes widened as the room¡¯s temperature gradually began to lower as she held her hands out in front of her.


    The flames flickered and danced, responding to the blonde¡¯s pull as the muscles in her arms drew taut. Slowly, the flames began to part, opening a path along the floor.


    ¡°Vincent, now¡¯s your chance! Don¡¯t look back, I¡¯ll be right behind you!¡±


    The blonde¡¯s shout barely registered above the din of crackling, banging, and screaming.


    The lights flickered again, jarring the boy into motion finally. He bolted. Despite his commanding officer¡¯s orders, he did look back. The sight that greeted him was one that nearly stopped his heart. A great wave of fire loomed over them, their path closing rapidly behind them.


    Exiting the training room, both teens were nearly out of breath by the time they made it to the end of the long hallway. It wasn¡¯t until they came to the main area that they were given a small reprieve from the blaze.


    Another charge rocked the building, sending several light fixtures onto the floor. Gunfire sounded nearby, drawing the pair¡¯s attention once more.


    ¡°You can make it from here, Vincent. The loading dock is that way,¡± Alice spoke, gesturing to her left as her subordinate turned to her. ¡°You have to move. There isn¡¯t much time. I¡¯ll meet you there.¡±


    With that, she darted down the long hall on the right that led to the medical bay.


    ****


    Cursing under his breath, Vincent sped down the left hall, doing his best not to allow his eyes to linger on the dead bodies filling the halls. Some were shot, others burned beyond all recognition.


    ¡°Vincent!¡±


    The brunette froze at the sound of his name, nearly crashing into a nearby wall. Turning around, he caught sight of Jonathan dispatching the soldier that had apparently been following him.


    How had he not noticed?


    Vincent glared as he recognized the uniform.


    Silver armor with red plumage: Vladsco¡¯s men.


    ¡°You okay?¡±


    Vincent gave a nod to the boy. ¡°Thanks.¡±


    Jonathan returned the gesture. ¡°Come on. We need to get our asses outta here.¡±


    As if to emphasize the boy¡¯s point, the building shook again, sending bits of plaster raining down from the ceiling. Shouting erupted again from down the hall, drawing the pair¡¯s attention.


    Taking note of the orange glow drawing nearer, Jonathan cursed.


    Another scream.


    Both boys felt their hearts stop as a man appeared around the corner. Well, man probably wasn¡¯t the most appropriate of terms. He was more like a living torch.


    With an inhuman shriek, the figure ran past them and crashed into the wall.


    ¡°Geez,¡± Jonathan breathed in horror.


    Vincent spun on his heels, darting back the way he¡¯d came. Jonathan let out a curse before dashing after him, shouting his name. Of course, it wasn¡¯t as if he was hearing him. That man came from the direction of the main area; the last place he¡¯d seen Alice.


    Rounding the corner, Vincent felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. Fire blocked the path leading into their hallway from the main area of the building. Alice wouldn¡¯t be able to get through! With the loading dock on this side, the girl would be stranded in the blaze.


    ¡°Alice!¡± Vincent called desperately.


    No response. Not that the boy would be able to hear above the sound of gunfire, screams, and crackling of flames.


    ¡°Alice!¡± he called again, tears welling within his eyes as he went unanswered once more.


    Jonathan gripped his shoulder. ¡°Vincent, come on! We gotta move! This place is falling apart. It isn¡¯t safe anymore.¡±


    Vincent pulled the hand from his shoulder, narrowing his gaze at the older boy. ¡°I won¡¯t leave without her.¡±


    Jonathan shook his head. ¡°Vincent, there isn¡¯t time. Sorry, but I didn¡¯t see her come through. There¡¯s a chance she snuck out the front.¡±


    ¡°And there¡¯s a chance she¡¯s trapped back there!¡±


    More plaster fell from the ceiling in a heap at their feet.


    ¡°Vincent, we don¡¯t have time for a debate! Now, let¡¯s go!¡±


    Vincent ground his teeth, whipping around to face the inferno standing between him and his only love. A faint blue glow lit his eyes.


    Blue. Dazzling blue. Just like the eyes of the angel he¡¯d fallen so desperately in love with.


    Blue. The color of the ocean. Water.


    Water¡­


    The teen¡¯s eyes widened as a burst of water shot from his fingertips.


    Powers. He had powers!


    Now to reach Alice.


    The teen extended a hand, firing another blast of water. Unfortunately, the blaze had grown so large that it did little to force it back.


    The ceiling gave a loud ¡®creak¡¯ as the sprinkler system overhead blew, soaking the two teens in seconds.


    With renewed vigor, Vincent continued with his attempt to battle the flames.


    He had to reach her. He just had to!


    The teen growled as the only reward his efforts seemed to earn him was a nasty burn to his left hand. Damn it!


    Tears filled the brunette¡¯s eyes.


    Why? Why was this happening? For just this once, couldn¡¯t they catch a break? Alice had been adamant that this God person was ultimately a loving being, right? That all he had to do was ask and believe. To have faith.


    The teen briefly closed his eyes.


    Vincent couldn¡¯t remember ever asking for anything his whole life. Pl-Please¡­ Don¡¯t¡­ Don¡¯t take her from me¡­


    After several more exhausting attempts at trying to get through, Jonathan finally began pulling the boy away by the arm. ¡°Vincent, I told you: There¡¯s no getting through that way! We have to get to the airships. It¡¯s our only chance!¡±


    Vincent continued his protests as Jonathan began forcefully dragging him away.


    ****


    Alice spared a glance at the frightened child clutching onto her hand as they raced down the halls. She¡¯d been forced to take a detour upon finding the main entryway blocked. She only hoped Vincent had made it.


    Vincent¡­


    The blonde¡¯s thoughts trailed off as a ceiling panel fell to her immediate right, nearly slicing her shoulder.


    Matthew cried out, tightening his grip on her hand.


    Alice picked up their pace as she felt another tremor rumble through the building. Rounding a corner, she nearly bowled over the boy standing in the entryway.


    ¡°Seth?"


    The brunette gave a smile of relief. ¡°I was beginning to get a little worried, Lieutenant. The next airship is about to take off.¡±


    Alice gave a relieved smile of her own as she followed him into the bay.


    ¡°Did everyone make it? Did you see Vincent come through yet? He should¡¯ve been right ahead of me.¡±


    Seth frowned, shaking his head. ¡°No. You¡¯re the only one I¡¯ve seen come through.¡±


    Alice pursed her lips. ¡°Here. Get Matthew aboard.¡±


    Seth¡¯s brows furrowed as he took the boy¡¯s hand. ¡°Y-You¡¯re not going back in there?¡±


    ¡°Seth, I have to. If you didn¡¯t see Vincent come through, that has to mean he¡¯s still in there.¡±


    Another rumble shook the building, this one stronger than the last.


    A small group of soldiers ran past them to get to the dock.


    Alice frowned. Vincent wasn¡¯t among them.


    Plaster fell from the ceiling once more, seconds before a large, steel panel hit the floor behind them, blocking the path they¡¯d came from.


    Alice¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°No!¡±


    ¡°Lieutenant!¡± Seth cried as the blonde took off.


    Alice ground her teeth as she attempted to move the obstacle. It refused to budge. Shoving, pulling, kicking. Each attempt ended in futility.


    ¡°Alice, we need to go,¡± Seth urged.


    The blonde bit her lip. This could not be happening. This was all a nightmare. One she desperately wished to wake up from.


    Another rumble sent more plaster onto the floor.


    Alice spared a glance at the brunette, frowning. ¡°Don¡¯t just stand there. Help.¡±


    Seth frowned as he approached her, letting go of Matthew¡¯s hand. ¡°Sorry, Lieutenant.¡±


    The commanding officer gave her subordinate a questioning glance, her eyes widening once more as he picked her up.


    ¡°What are you doing?! Put me down, Seth! That¡¯s an order!¡±


    Seth closed his eyes as the lieutenant¡¯s shouts dissolved into sobs. Murmuring another apology, he carried her off in the direction of the loading dock with Matthew following close behind.

 Chapter 29: Through the Flames

    Chapter 29: Through the Flames


    Vincent shouted when he shoved Jonathan off him. The young soldier fell onto his rear. Steel beams groaned overhead as Vincent turned around and marched back to the blaze that had consumed the path in the hallway. He was losing time. Every second expended signified another chance for Alice to be lost forever.


    ¡°Damn it, Vincent! I¡¯m telling you-¡±


    The raven-haired boy backhanded Jonathan the moment the other teen¡¯s hands seized his arm. When the youth fell a second time, Vincent concentrated on his own palms, focusing as much as he could. For a moment, he felt it. Something innate. Nostalgic even, like he¡¯d done this many times before.


    Moisture in the air pulled into a concentrated liquid ball. It was about the size of a tomato. Seconds later, the water ballooned into the shape of a sphere about a foot in length.


    With a yell, he flung the mass of liquid into the roaring inferno. A segment of the fire retreated from the projectile. Wonder coupled with relief emerged on the boy¡¯s face.


    His elation lasted only two seconds. Vincent watched in horror while the flames reclaimed lost ground. The boy fell to his knees as another groan resounded overhead, like the building itself was disappointed in his performance.


    ¡°No!¡± Jonathan shouted.


    Vincent looked up and saw a thick beam dangle above him. An unusual arch had formed along the center, forming the shape of a v.


    The groan came again, bending the rolled steel further before the structure gave way to stress. The snap that followed sounded like a bullet, one that was aimed directly at him. Vincent barely rolled out of the way as the significant weight of it crashed onto the spot he¡¯d been resting. Thunder roared in his ears as the ground shifted from the collision. If he¡¯d been a second slower in his retreat, every bone in his body would have undoubtedly been broken from the impact.


    Jonathan helped him to his feet. The soldier let out a cough. ¡°Come on. This isn¡¯t the place-¡±


    ¡°I have to find Alice,¡± Vincent declared, pushing the youth back once more. He turned around and began his walk to the flames.


    Upon taking the third step, something hard struck him. He collapsed onto his knees as a dull throb ached at the back of his head. Another blow came and the world around him formed into hues of red and black.


    ¡°Al¡­.ice.¡±


    Slurring her name was all the power he had in him before the darkness conquered the red world around him.


    ****


    Alice Lynheart paced back and forth. Her shoes scuffed along the metal floor of the airship they¡¯d boarded an hour earlier. She found a semblance of composure, if one could call a perpetual teetering along the precipice such a thing. Her heart ached to thoughts of Vincent.


    He has to be alive. That mantra repeated itself in her head. She even muttered it aloud a few times. At this point, those words were the only defense she possessed; they kept her from going mad. They helped her ignore the orange skies fogged by the rising smoke. They helped her turn a blind eye to the missiles that decimated the cave above their facility.


    No other ships were going to leave that place. Not when rubble buried everything. Even if the hangar remained intact, a rock ceiling would have impeded any exit. While earth wielders could do wonders, there was only so much debris they could clear.


    The woman squeezed her hand as that rational part of her mind callously briefed her on the logistics surrounding the situation.


    ¡°Alice!¡± Seth shouted.


    The verbal intrusion, along with the physical one now seizing her hand, jerked her from her thoughts. The teen ran something along her palm. A lilac towel from what she could tell. Though, with a few wipes, the purple shade found itself stained in red. Her blood.


    She looked at her palm.


    In her grief, she¡¯d dug her nails deep along the center, piercing her flesh. Truthfully, she hadn¡¯t noticed. How could she when her home had been enraptured in fire?


    Again. This wasn¡¯t the first time. The timing proved awfully suspicious. Hours after they¡¯d arrived, the attack took place. It felt like she¡¯d led the enemy right to them. In a way, she might as well have blown up the place herself.


    ¡°Alice, are you alright?¡± Seth asked.


    She looked at him, barely resisting the urge to laugh in his face as she did so. How could he even ask such a thing?


    ¡°As right as rain, Seth.¡±


    Rain. The words made her chuckle. A more apt description would have been a deluge flooding the entire world. Here they were cooped up in their ark in the sky while everything she knew around her perished in a flood. There was nothing right about it at all.


    ¡°Look, it¡¯s going to be-¡±


    She flipped the soldier onto his back, planting her shoe directly against his neck. Her hand awkwardly held his arm. It¡¯d be so easy to snap it like a twig, something she intended to do if he finished that sentence. She didn¡¯t need him to mindlessly tell her things would be alright. That clearly wasn¡¯t true. The woman couldn¡¯t even begin to imagine the lives lost in the fresh hell raging miles behind them.


    ¡°Shut your mouth,¡± she said. Her tone sounded less harsh than the yelp he let out as she began to pull on his arm. ¡°You took me away. You¡­¡± her words faltered as she unhanded him.  The fight in her dissipated as she took notice of the many eyes watching her keenly, Matthew among them, looking scared. She sank into the nearest seat. The leather material rustled with her sudden descent. ¡°¡­I¡¯ve lost everything again.¡±


    Her cadet rose from his spot on the floor. She pieced together as much when he sat next to her.


    A regular glutton for punishment, she thought.


    ¡°You have every right to be mad at me.¡±


    Of course. And she did. Seth held her back from saving the one person who had picked her up at her lowest. She bit her lip. One who had accepted her for what she was. One that didn¡¯t see her as a weapon, but as a woman. How could she not be furious?


    ¡°But I¡¯m not losing you again,¡± Seth continued. ¡°You had no right to do that to me.¡±


    Anger surrendered to confusion as she locked eyes with him.


    ¡°You made me so happy, Alice. And then you were gone. I saw you killed over a broadcast. They blew your brains all over the wall. Do you know what that is like? Watching the person you love most die in front of you?¡±


    ¡°Stop it.¡±


    ¡°Powerless to do anything about it?¡±


    Hot coals pooled within the woman¡¯s eyes as she glared at the brunette sitting adjacent to her. The words hit too close to home, not that she could say she had one to go to at this point. She still wasn¡¯t sure where they were going, though she had a few ideas. None of them mattered. Not while Vincent was gone.


    ¡°Alice, I¡­I love you.¡±


    ¡°I said stop it.¡±


    He looked taken aback by her words. She didn¡¯t care. He didn¡¯t have the right to confess anything to her; not after what had happened with Vincent. Not after he pulled her away from him.


    He hesitantly touched her hand. ¡°Alice, I couldn¡¯t lose you again. You weren¡¯t going to get through that wreckage.¡±


    His words stopped when she struck his cheek with her open palm.


    ¡°You could¡¯ve let me try. Damn you, you could¡¯ve let me try.¡±


    ¡°I did, Alice. It wasn¡¯t going to happen. And with the fire growing¡­¡± he paused his words, studying the woman carefully as she began to cry again. ¡°I couldn¡¯t let you kill yourself. Not for some stranger. Not for someone you didn¡¯t even know.¡±


    She looked at him through the hot tears welling in her eyes. ¡°Him and I went through so much together. We suffered through beatings, through long nights that felt like they¡¯d never end. He made me feel.¡±


    Alice lost her composure, loose as it was, after saying he made her feel. She fell into sobs. It was futile. Seth would never understand her plight. He couldn¡¯t. No one could.


    The soldier gently touched her shoulder. ¡°He might be alive. I¡­I can¡¯t say. But it doesn¡¯t matter. You¡¯ve seen how things are. How they¡¯ve fallen apart since you¡¯ve left. Worsened since you¡¯ve returned. It can¡¯t keep going like this.¡±


    She looked at him confused.


    ¡°Look, Leo has lost his mind. And with what Vincent did in front of everybody, he¡¯s going to kill him anyway.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re assuming I¡¯d let that happen!¡±


    The male soldier gave a weary sigh. ¡°This assumes he¡¯s alive. I don¡¯t know. What I do know is we are. It¡¯s not too late for us.¡±


    ¡°It is.¡±


    ¡°Damn it, Alice. We could still run away. When the ship docks-¡±


    She grabbed his hand, getting him to stop. She placed it to her chest, which only seemed to expand the bewilderment upon his face.


    ¡°My heart belongs to another. No.¡±


    His hand limply fell upon the armrest of her chair. Seconds passed before Seth contended with realization. ¡°No¡­ No. Not with him.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯d say I¡¯m sorry,¡± Alice said as she wiped her hand across her mouth, now acutely aware of the pain from where she¡¯d bled herself. ¡°But that would imply I should have to answer for how I feel. I won¡¯t do that, Seth. I won¡¯t.¡±


    A downcast expression formed upon his face. ¡°There isn¡¯t anything worth fighting for,¡± he declared before he rose from his chair. ¡°I¡¯ll be up front if you need me.¡±


    She wouldn¡¯t be going to the front of the ship anytime soon. Alice allowed her eyes to look outside the window. The sky awaiting her wasn¡¯t colored in orange or obscured by black smoke.


    Matthew touched her hand, seizing her attention. ¡°Alice, Vincent will come for you. He¡¯ll find you. He loves you too much to give up.¡±


    The woman hugged the boy, rubbing his back as she did so. She wanted desperately to believe that. Wherever they¡¯d land, she wanted to see her boyfriend emerge from the crowd with his disarming smile that made all her troubles wash by the wayside.


    ¡°I know,¡± she said. It surprised her how easily she said those words.


    Alice looked out the window once more.


    Please. Come find me.


    ****


    General Vladsco smiled from the observatory of his ship while he watched the destruction unfold before him. Oh, how the mice scattered with a little fire. He paid no mind to the stragglers. They¡¯d be caught sooner or later. Right now, he wanted to make sure their nest was decimated.


    ¡°Sir, should we be this close?¡± asked one of his advisors.


    Vladsco turned around to face the meek man that had spoken to him. ¡°I¡¯ve wanted Derwent¡¯s head mounted on a spike for years. You¡¯d have me miss the sight in my hour of triumph?¡±


    The advisor shook his head as he adjusted his glasses. ¡°It¡¯s not that. I just don¡¯t think it wise to be this close-¡°


    Vladsco grabbed the rotund man and slammed him against the glass window of the observatory. A small crack formed along the base of it. The man yelped as the splintering became more audible to the pair.


    ¡°One more complaint out of you and I¡¯ll show you what close really is,¡± the general barked before he flung the man along the floor. The glasses belonging to his aide slid along the ground, landing onto the lower platform below the observatory. From their current elevation, they likely shattered from the fall.


    The general resisted the joyous laugh that nearly escaped him as another missile detonated the front of the cave. The rubble buried the entrance. Anyone left behind in that mess would either be doomed to burn or suffocate.


    Only five ships got out. It was doubtful his son and Golden Phoenix escaped with their lives. A shame too. He wanted to thank them for leading him to the base of operations for the Resistance. Once he discerned his prisoners were heading home with his drones, the game changed to one of patience.


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    He licked his lips. Those fools gave him Leo Derwent. If he got blown away in the crossfire, The Resistance would dissolve, maybe even overnight if Vladsco¡¯s lucky streak continued.


    A beep resounded from the communication panel. The general hummed as he clicked the button to answer the call. The disapproving face of the commandant formed on the screen.


    ¡°Ah, the late emperor¡¯s idiot nephew. How is Deinan treating you these days?¡±


    The blond man glared at him. ¡°Who gave you permission to rally an army? No one in the Holy Council granted you authorization.¡±


    ¡°Well holy shit,¡± Vladsco declared with another bout of laughter. ¡°Looks like they don¡¯t know what¡¯s going on. Allow me to catch you up to speed: I¡¯m winning your war.¡±


    The commandant blinked, looking flabbergasted by the claim being made. ¡°My uncle¡¯s war, you mean. How, pray tell, are you accomplishing that?¡±


    ¡°We found the rebel base. Even as we speak, it¡¯s being reduced to ashes.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s¡­how did you discover it?¡±


    Vladsco snorted. ¡°Prisoners talk. We just hadn¡¯t found the right ones until now. I¡¯d had an approximation of the location about a month ago. Tried to share that detail with the late Shiro Munchausen.¡±


    ¡°He never told me.¡±


    ¡°Our emperor seemed a bit too preoccupied with his own issues to really care. I suppose getting stabbed by your own daughter and torn apart by an angry mob would do that.¡±


    The commandant glared. ¡°I need you to come back to Deinan.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s nice to know I¡¯m needed. Warms my reptile heart.¡±


    ¡°This isn¡¯t a game. The capital is in shambles. Once you¡¯re done, I need your assistance to maintain order.¡±


    Vladsco brushed his tongue across his lips. ¡°Maintaining order for The Order. Sounds poetic, don¡¯t you think?¡±


    ¡°As the current head of the state, it is my sworn duty-¡°


    The general cut off the feed and resumed witnessing the hellish landscape lit ablaze beneath his ship. He bore no interest in hearing lectures from someone as depraved as Eric Munchausen.


    Emperor Shiro had been grating enough on his nerves. He didn¡¯t need another pompous member of that family to condescend to him.


    The advisor looked at him aghast. ¡°Did you just-¡°


    ¡°If the situation at the capital is as dire as he claims, he needs to get off that floating fortress of his and deal with it himself.¡±


    The beeping on the panel started again before the advisor could respond. He looked between it and the general frantically. Vladsco sighed before he capitulated and turned on the screen.


    Eric¡¯s face emerged reddened from fury. ¡°That better have been a technical issue. Because I could¡¯ve swore you hung up on me.¡±


    ¡°Merely a test. It turns out the disconnect button works as intended,¡± Vladsco declared before he pressed the button to terminate the call a second time. He swiftly punched in the necessary sequence to disable further communication from the commandant. Quite frankly, he didn¡¯t answer to him, despite that insect¡¯s delusions of grandeur. With Shiro gone, he fully planned on storming the capital in time. He¡¯d crush the mob rampaging in the streets and dismantle the theocratic regime. He¡¯d replace it with a true order. A military state that would bring peace to the land.


    Straightening his tie, the general began his march from the observatory.


    ¡°Do you know what you¡¯ve done?¡± the advisor asked as he desperately clung to him like a shadow.


    They reached the side door of the ship. Vladsco opened the docking panel as a blast of air entered the interior. He looked at the man with pure malice. ¡°Merely tossing out all of the things holding me back. Getting rid of rubbish, useless men, the complainers.¡±


    The man¡¯s expression faltered as the general¡¯s earlier promise echoed in his head. He realized too late where he ranked on that list. He began to run before Vladsco snagged a clump of his hair. The man let out a cry before he found himself unceremoniously chucked out of the ship.


    ¡°And splat,¡± the general said while he clapped his hands. He closed the panel before he returned to the observatory. The plan was simple: he¡¯d move his forces back to Fort Brein. He had much to do. So much work. Prisoners to dispose of and experiments to conduct.


    True, he no longer had the compound for VC-10. Not a problem. He did possess a plentiful supply of that woman¡¯s blood. There was at least enough of it to try to replicate the compound, possibly even produce more people like her.


    Now that his children were gone and his prized Golden Phoenix was decaying in the rubble, he had to look to the future.


    Children are the future, he thought as he began to thumb through a list he had printed before the attack. Orphanages. Hospitals. There was so much territory to explore. So many possibilities to consider. He planned on being busy for the coming months. Maybe even send a few of the failed experiments to Deinan to rot in the street or blow up in a spray of fire and blood.


    Vladsco leaned in his chair and laughed. Things were escalating. He loved it. He honestly hadn¡¯t felt so alive in years. The game would conclude soon enough. Whether the commandant and everyone else realized it or not, he was playing to win. And win he would. He¡¯d dance along their graves as the world burned down. From its ashes would rise something far greater than Golden Phoenix.


    The clocks were ticking in unison. The future was coming. He¡¯d lead everyone to an era unlike any other. One rife with innovation and prosperity. The dogmatic relic that The Order had become would be purged and brought to the modern age.


    ¡°Tick-tock-tick-tock.¡±


    ****


    A rumble disturbed Vincent¡¯s slumber. He winced as his eyes acclimated to the room around him. The boy rolled to his side before his hand began seeking stability. He rose from the floor as he scanned the area.


    Strangers surrounded him. From the uniforms, Leo¡¯s people.


    The only familiar face in the crowd was Jonathan. The teen sat in a chair looking at him in disapproval.


    ¡°Where am I?¡± Vincent asked as he took notice of the cut split along the boy¡¯s upper lip.


    ¡°On one of the only ships that made it out. Congratulations.¡±


    He cocked his head at the soldier. ¡°What happened to your lip?¡± he asked, pointing a finger towards it.


    ¡°You.¡±


    Vincent looked down at his feet, admittedly ashamed for having struck him. All because he was trying to prevent him from getting to the lieutenant.


    His eyes widened as he took a step forward. His hands latched onto the armrest as he towered above the soldier. ¡°Where is Alice?¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t make me knock your ass out again,¡± Jonathan declared. ¡°Sit.¡±


    Vincent looked over his shoulder and saw people looking at him. A multitude of expressions greeted him. Worry. Disgust. Fear. He¡¯d no doubt invited these reactions from them with his bombastic response.


    Jonathan gestured to the seat directly across from him.


    Rather than agitate him further, Vincent acquiesced to the demand. He sat down on the leather cushion. The seat felt like it could¡¯ve pulled him deep in it. At least the fabric felt relaxing on his back. Though material comfort did little to ease his anxiety. Not when she was missing.


    Jonathan sensed his apprehension, finally making it a point to address the concern. ¡°We don¡¯t know where she is. Not many ships made it out.¡±


    Vincent felt his heart tremor at the bluntness of the news. If he had a mirror on hand, he likely would¡¯ve seen the color drain from his face. No. No, no, no, no!


    The soldier held up a hand. ¡°There is still a chance. We¡¯re not sure all who made it out. Till we get where we¡¯re going, we won¡¯t know.¡±


    ¡°And where is that?¡±


    Jonathan propped his foot above his knee. ¡°We have another base. It¡¯s miles from the one we were stationed at. We should be safe to regroup there.¡±


    ¡°How long?¡± Vincent demanded.


    ¡°At the rate we¡¯re going, we¡¯ll be there in another hour. When we arrive, we¡¯ll be expected to-¡°


    ¡°I¡¯m waiting for Alice.¡±


    Jonathan frowned at the interruption. ¡°That¡¯s not the protocol.¡±


    ¡°Well, I have a few suggestions on where you can stick that protocol.¡±


    The soldier chuckled. ¡°Yeah, yeah. You¡¯re real original, buddy. Take my advice: Don¡¯t get mouthy with the commander.¡±


    ¡°Leo is a-¡°


    ¡°Not Leo. Commander Stein. He¡¯s the one manning the operations. You¡¯re in enough hot water, loverboy.¡±


    Vincent looked taken aback. Loverboy? Commander Stein? He wasn¡¯t sure where that remark came from, and he most certainly didn¡¯t know anyone named Stein.


    ¡°I¡¯m not stupid. You can¡¯t tell me nothing is going on between you and Alice. She wouldn¡¯t have taken the risk she did in that auditorium if you weren¡¯t important to her. And most men wouldn¡¯t have plunged themselves in a raging fire like you did unless your passion for her burned with a similar intensity.¡±


    I won¡¯t tell, if you won¡¯t. Those words echoed in his head, making him feel even more miserable than before.


    Vincent looked away from him. ¡°I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, okay. Is that why it took two men to pull you out of the medical bay when she collapsed?¡±


    ¡°Three men,¡± Vincent corrected. ¡°And you¡¯ll have to forgive me, but with as much as we¡¯ve been through, the last thing I wanted was for anything to happen to her. That¡¯s why I did what I did. I¡­used my powers,¡± he said with realization as he looked down at his palm.


    Jonathan nodded. ¡°Looks like you aren¡¯t a cripple anymore. With the way your eyes glowed blue, I was impressed. That required some mastery. Certainly not something we see with most first timers, that¡¯s for sure.¡±


    Vincent tuned him out and attempted to call his powers. Nothing happened. He kept squeezing his fingers together. He wrinkled his forehead as he continued trying to conjure it.


    ¡°You look like you¡¯re straining to fart. Just quit it.¡±


    Vincent looked at the ill-tempered soldier in frustration. ¡°I could do it so easily before. Why not now?¡±


    Jonathan eased his steely gaze, softening it into something resembling sympathy. ¡°Because you did it for her. I don¡¯t claim to know what happened between you two but be careful. Politics won¡¯t make any flings with her an easy thing.¡±


    ¡°Leo and I need to have a talk anyway.¡±


    ¡°That won¡¯t be happening. His convoy blew up.¡±


    Vincent felt his heart seize as his eyes widened. ¡°What?¡±


    Jonathan made a sound mimicking an explosion. ¡°He¡¯s toast, Vincent. Done like dinner. Leo is the least of your worries now.¡±


    The boy honestly wished he could say he felt sorry to hear that news. Given how crazy the man had acted, he wasn¡¯t too torn apart about it. If anything, he felt such a tragedy couldn¡¯t have befallen a more deserving person than that psychotic man.


    ¡°Sounds like he died as he lived: Going up in smoke,¡± Vincent said with a giggle. His laughter came to an end when the soldier stood up and smacked the back of his head.


    Jonathan scowled at him. ¡°This isn¡¯t a joke. Leo Derwent was a powerful man. He held up our side. With him gone, there is no telling what¡¯ll happen now. Pray to God Victor doesn¡¯t come into power.¡±


    ¡°Who is Victor?¡± Vincent asked as he caressed the back of his head.


    ¡°Thomas Victor is the third commander.¡±


    Vincent rolled his eyes. ¡°Sounds like too many chefs in the kitchen. How many people are heading The Resistance anyway?¡±


    ¡°We weren¡¯t always one group. There are multiple factions. Leo had gathered a coalition with those two. With him gone, anything, and I do mean anything, could happen. So, I suggest you keep your thoughtless jokes to yourself.¡±


    Leo was a joke. Not that he¡¯d verbalize that comment, no matter how accurate. He was in enough hot water after all. Not that he cared. The only thing that mattered to him at all was Alice. He needed to see her again.


    Vincent remained silent for the rest of the ride. As advertised, the ship did dock. It had been almost a full hour. The noise was loud as people flooded out of the ride and into the docking bay of the facility.


    The boy had to admit the sight of the place was as impressive as it was massive. A siren droned on as another ship traversed through the open ceiling. It landed on the opposite side of the hangar. His head followed the ship. Lingering above the landed vessel was a platform that led into the control tower. Several men were flocked along the edge of it, looking down at the lot of them.


    ¡°Hey, wait,¡° Jonathan called to him.


    Vincent brushed past the young man. He didn¡¯t care to talk to him anymore. If there was a chance Alice was there, he wouldn¡¯t allow himself to miss her for the world.


    The ramp to the ship slid down onto the pavement. People poured out of it in droves. Mostly men. No Alice.


    His expression soured as he took sight of Kurt leaving the ship. That miserable piss-stain beat the odds and made it out. If he could do it, why not Alice? The more Vincent pondered the situation, the angrier he grew.


    Kurt got lost in the crowd that made their march for the building across from the hangar. Vincent was fine with that detail. At least he wouldn¡¯t be stuck interacting with him. The last thing he needed to do was get into a fistfight with the condescending jerk. Wouldn¡¯t make a good impression among his peers.


    Minutes passed. Five. Then ten. Each passing second weighed heavier on the boy¡¯s heart. She wasn¡¯t coming.


    He felt a hand touch his shoulder. Vincent looked up at Jonathan. Sympathy mired his rough-looking features. ¡°Come on.¡±


    Vincent wanted to say no. He wasn¡¯t even strong enough to let out that single syllable. Instead, he hung his head and followed the soldier, considering what he was to do in the situation. Alice was the only tangible thing he had. Without her, he was being plunged into a senseless war.


    He imagined how the days would be in her absence. The days when the conflict would be over. Where would he go? Where could he go? He had nothing. His only family was a sadistic rapist for a sibling and a father who didn¡¯t bat an eye at killing people.


    Kurt was the only other living soul he¡¯d connected to, and that relationship had been adversarial. Vincent would sooner eat a gun than try to bond with the likes of him. The hatred he felt for him was mutual.


    Before his mind lingered too deeply into tying a bedsheet onto a ceiling fixture, he heard a rumble in the distance.


    ¡°Look,¡± Jonathan whispered.


    He already was. The front of the ship approaching the hangar had a beak like an eagle. The air hissed as it made its way into the facility.


    Vincent winced as the wing of the ship tipped over a cargo container on its landing. Some of the men on the upper balcony swore. One of them barged back into the control tower while the others made their way down the long flight of steps. Their feet echoed along the metal.


    The door to the ship opened. Like the previous vessel, a ramp slid out from the interior and landed onto the ground. Men began to pour out of the vehicle.


    Vincent didn¡¯t see Alice among them.


    Jonathan tapped his shoulder. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. Look, I think you need to lie down.¡±


    He lowered his head. Little did the soldier know he might be lying down for the last time. It wasn¡¯t the ideal way to go, but at least he could see Alice on the other side. Heaven, she had called it. There¡¯d be no bars to confine them, no bad men to torment them. It was a wondrous sight where all would become one. It¡¯d be a better place than here.


    Vincent gave one last look to the airship before he felt his feet freeze in place. A familiar figure with blonde hair stared at him from the distance.


    Alice.


    He took a step forward.  Then another. With the third step, he made a mad dash to her. A smile unrestrained was unleashed upon his countenance as he swept the woman up in his arms.


    ¡°I knew you¡¯d find me,¡± she whispered before they kissed.


    In that moment, the base didn¡¯t exist. The world had been replaced by heaven as he held onto the woman who gave life meaning to him. He couldn¡¯t restrain the tears welling in his eyes. He didn¡¯t care if she saw him blubbering like an infant. He had her again. She¡¯d made her way into his arms once more.


    They parted their lips and gazed longingly at one another.


    ¡°I¡¯ll never let you go,¡± he declared.


    ¡°That might get tiring after a while,¡± she answered with a coy smile. Her amusement faltered as she studied him. ¡°Then again, I don¡¯t think I could take it if you did. Rules or no rules.¡±


    Vincent put her down, but not before he stole another kiss from her. Their fingers intertwined as the rules were tossed aside like an afterthought. With the longing consuming their hearts, all that mattered was that destiny had brought them back together before he had crossed the point of no return.


    Come whatever may, they wouldn¡¯t be alone. They¡¯d endure any challenge that presented itself before them. They¡¯d face the adversity together, hand in hand. Precisely the way they advanced towards the base looming in the distance. Hand in hand. Together as one.

 Chapter 30: Reunions

    Chapter 30: Reunions


    Alice Lynheart smiled at the two hands she held within her own as they made their way out of the loading bay, shuffling through the crowd heading into the building with Matthew on her right side and Vincent on her left.


    It had been several years since she¡¯d visited the Ridgeport base. She honestly wasn¡¯t sure who all they would be able to trust here now.


    So far, there had been no sign of her father.


    Then again, it wasn¡¯t as if she was in any particular hurry to see him. She was brought out of her thoughts as she felt a light squeeze on her left hand. Turning, she flashed a smile in her boyfriend¡¯s direction as they breached the entryway of the building.


    The Ridgeport base was massive. Easily the largest of the three bases, Vincent couldn¡¯t help but feel somewhat intimidated by the large halls brimming with soldiers.


    Among the crowd, there were numerous soldiers dressed in maroon uniforms. The natives, Vincent assumed.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know about you, but I¡¯m beat. We¡¯ll have to find someone higher up the chain of command to see about our accommodations,¡± Alice murmured, snapping the boy from his thoughts.


    Vincent nodded in agreement. A quiet place to rest sounded absolutely heavenly at the moment. And he wasn¡¯t picky either. Even just a small corner away from everyone so that they could be alone would be appreciated.


    The brunette couldn¡¯t help but smile at the wide-eyed Matthew as the trio made their way down the hall.


    Upon reaching the end, the hallway opened up to a large atrium.


    Vincent gasped. If he¡¯d thought the hallways were crowded, it was nothing compared to the courtyard. Two stories loomed above them, all bustling with activity as the soldiers went about their daily tasks.


    ¡°Come on,¡± Alice spoke with a smile. ¡°We should be able to find Commander Stein in his quarters in the east wing.¡±


    Vincent nodded, still clinging to his girlfriend¡¯s hand as she led the way over to a large staircase leading to the upper floors. As if letting go of her hand would mean she¡¯d disappear.


    No. He¡¯d meant what he¡¯d said. He¡¯d never let her go again. Rules or not.


    Reaching the top of the staircase, Alice turned down the left hall. Taking about three steps, the blonde froze as she caught sight of the figure watching her as he leaned against the wall.


    The brunette soldier ran a hand through his shaggy, black hair as he regarded the blonde with a smile. ¡°Well, well, well. Long time, no see¡­Alice.¡±


    Alice frowned, a multitude of emotions swirling inside of her. ¡°Hello, Julius. Been a while.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s ears perked at the name as he eyed the tall boy. He had somewhat of a lanky build. His brown eyes were bright in contrast to his tan skin.


    ¡°So you mind cluing me in on what¡¯s going on? We got word over the scanner that the Pheora base is gone,¡± Julius spoke as he pushed himself away from the wall before approaching them.


    Alice frowned again. ¡°You didn¡¯t receive any radio communication? The base is completely destroyed. We barely made it out. We could have really used the back-up.¡±


    Julius pursed his lips. ¡°Yeah, the communication system¡¯s been down here for well over a month now.¡±


    ¡°What?!¡± Alice shouted, causing the brunette to wince.


    Julius sighed, sparing a glance at Matthew and Vincent. ¡°Look, you¡¯ve obviously been through a lot. We can catch up after you all have had a proper chance to get acclimated.¡±


    ¡°How am I supposed to get acclimated hearing something like that?¡± the woman asked with a raised brow. ¡°Our base got dismantled by an attack from the enemy. Few of us made it out alive. We were lambs to a slaughter, Julius.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry to hear that.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re sorry?¡± Alice asked, unable to conceal the incredulous tone rising in her voice. ¡°Unbelievable! Which idiot allowed the communications to remain severed?¡±


    Julius narrowed his eyes. ¡°Stein. You going to burn your gracious host to a crisp, are you?¡±


    ¡°Considering it.¡±


    The youth held his hands up in the air. ¡°I get it. You¡¯re furious. The way I see it, you have every right to be. But this isn¡¯t the time or place to be picking fights, not in your current condition. Not when you¡¯re holding hands with some kid and a stranger.¡±


    Vincent glared at him. He chose to remain quiet. Alice was grateful for that decision. He didn¡¯t need to hand Julius anything to use against them.


    ¡°I can barely stand,¡± she replied. ¡°He¡¯s helping situate me.¡±


    Julius hummed. A brief look of disapproval emerged on his face before he shook his head. ¡°I¡¯d suggest situating yourself in the medical bay.¡±


    ¡°It can wait. Right now, I¡¯d like a room.¡±


    Her remark provoked a snort from the raven-haired youth. ¡°Yeah, you and the two hundred others. Sorry to say it, but accommodations are going to be stretched thin, Alice. I hope that doesn¡¯t come as a surprise.¡±


    ¡°Can¡¯t say it does. But an admiral such as yourself ought to have pull.¡±


    ¡°Think nostalgia will get you any favors?¡±


    Alice gripped the corner of her shirt and tugged on it, exposing her stitching. ¡°I would hope my service would afford me the accommodations.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s more skin than I¡¯ve seen from you since we dated.¡±


    Alice glanced at Vincent, taking note of the teen¡¯s disgust. She looked back at Julius and smiled at him before lowering the shirt. ¡°You get clawed by a lion, and you¡¯re more than welcome to show off.¡±


    ¡°Where the hell did you meet up with a lion? They ship you off to a jungle?¡±


    The blonde offered him a coy smile. ¡°You wouldn¡¯t meet a lion in the jungle. That¡¯s a common misconception. You¡¯d go to a savannah.¡±


    ¡°And why were you in a savannah?¡±


    ¡°Never said I was. Tell you what though: You secure me a room, and I¡¯ll spill the beans on whatever you want to know.¡±


    Julius sighed, brushing an errant strand of hair with his hand. ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡±


    ¡°Tomorrow. First thing.¡±


    He clicked his tongue. As if his head were hanging loosely on a pivot, he began to nod frantically. ¡°Fine, fine. Consider it done. It¡¯ll take some pulling, but I can get you a room. You and that, uh¡­kid there.¡±


    ¡°Matthew,¡± the boy answered.


    Julius smiled, looking at Alice intently. ¡°He yours?¡±


    She glared at him, knowing where he was going with his line of questioning. ¡°Something like that. We¡¯ll broach that subject tomorrow.¡±


    ¡°And that young man there,¡± Julius said, gesturing to him. ¡°Is he daddy?¡±


    Vincent let go of Alice and stepped within a few feet of Julius. ¡°And if I am?¡±


    The conversation came to a standstill as the admiral studied him intently. A few seconds passed, and Julius chuckled. ¡°Bold. Cool as ice, too. You certainly know how to pick ¡®em.¡±


    ¡°Flattered. I hope you know how to pick out a room,¡± Alice flatly replied, uninterested in engaging the topic. She didn¡¯t wish to draw attention to them anymore than they¡¯d already done.


    The admiral gave a huff. ¡°Go to the med bay. I want you looked at while I make the arrangements.¡±


    ¡°That an order?¡±


    He frowned at her question. ¡°No, that¡¯s a helpful suggestion from one friend to another.¡±


    ¡°We¡¯re friends again, are we?¡±


    ¡°Certainly not the handholding kind like him,¡± Julius said as he made a gesture in Vincent¡¯s direction. He narrowed his eyes at her. ¡°On second thought, you do need to go to the medical bay. Get your head examined. Because if that¡¯s a subordinate I spy you getting a little intimate with-¡±


    Alice held up a hand, giving the admiral pause.


    ¡°You were doing so well, Julius. Here I mistook you for being a courteous gentleman. Not even five minutes, and you¡¯re insulting my rationality, making threats. Shame, shame.¡±


    Julius crossed his arms. ¡°Down the hall, to the far-left.  Medical bay. Now.¡±


    Alice gave a rueful frown. ¡°And what makes you think there¡¯s even going to be room in medical right now? I¡¯d wager a lot of our people are coming through with injuries.¡±


    The brunette gave an agitated sigh. ¡°I¡¯m only looking out for you. Perhaps, if you would learn to let go of petty grudges, you¡¯d see that.¡±


    The blonde crossed her arms, giving a defiant glare. ¡°You¡¯re the one bringing up the past, not me.¡±


    The brunette drew in a breath as he closed his eyes. ¡°Fine. You¡¯re right, my bad.¡± He paused, giving another sigh. ¡°Follow me.¡±


    Alice gave a small smile. ¡°Thanks.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, yeah. Just don¡¯t go expecting a bunch of favors all the time. We have protocols for a reason, you know?¡±


    With that, the admiral turned and led the group down the hall to another staircase.


    Upon reaching the third floor, Julius led the group down a hallway on the right. Reaching the door at the end, he paused as he turned to Alice once more.


    ¡°Now listen, I hope you know what a favor I¡¯m doing for you here. This room was Commander Victor¡¯s back when he was stationed here before they built his base up in Deinan. Most of us admirals don¡¯t even get to stay in here.¡±


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    Alice and Vincent couldn¡¯t help the gasp that left their lips as Julius opened the door. Surely, he¡¯d opened the door to heaven to them.


    The queen-sized bed in the left corner of the room was topped with four thick, blue pillows with some of the most elaborate embroideries Alice had ever seen. The white walls were accented in a lovely mocha, giving the room a relaxing, neutral feel. Adjacent to the main sleeping area sat a fully furnished kitchen and dining nook. A small hall to their right led down to what appeared to be a bathroom and second bed chamber.


    ¡°Wow!¡± Matthew beamed as he rushed inside to leap onto the large bed in the corner. ¡°It¡¯s like a house!¡±


    Alice smiled warmly at the boy before turning to Julius. ¡°Thanks. Really.¡±


    The brunette waved her off. ¡°Yeah, yeah. You owe me big. If Stein chews my head off, I¡¯m sending him after you.¡±


    Alice chuckled. ¡°As long as it¡¯s after a good ten-hour nap, bring him on.¡±


    Julius briefly returned the smile before sobering. ¡°Well, I wouldn¡¯t thank me just yet. Leo is still M.I.A. If he doesn¡¯t show by morning, the commander¡¯s going to want to speak with you.¡±


    Vincent glanced at Alice as she frowned, giving a nod of understanding. Did she not know about the convoy yet? Should he tell them? Crazy as the man had been, she still had a right to know.


    ¡°And if he doesn¡¯t come?¡±


    Alice and Julius turned to the amber-eyed boy at his question.


    Julius pulled a face as a predatory smile tugged the girl¡¯s lips upward.


    ¡°Well, the next person highest on the chain of command reported alive would assume responsibility. Leo¡¯s base had no admirals, so it would be the highest-ranking lieutenant that would assume authority. That would be-¡±


    ¡°That would be me,¡± Alice chimed in with another bright, yet tired, smile. ¡°I would essentially step in as commander.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s eyes widened.


    ¡°Acting-commander,¡± Julius corrected with a scowl, drawing the pair¡¯s attention. ¡°And I wouldn¡¯t go counting your chickens before they hatch.¡±


    Following his terse response, the teen turned and began his march elsewhere. Not that Alice was bothered by his departure. Time had done wonders for sharpening his tongue against her. Given he wasn¡¯t permitted to use it on her in the way he desired, he opted instead to lash out with it.


    ¡°Well, isn¡¯t he pleasant?¡± Vincent drawled.


    She looked at him with a disapproving frown. ¡°He wasn¡¯t always a prick. An ego came with his promotion in case you couldn¡¯t tell. He¡¯s just afraid of being outranked by me again, is all.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know. I liked the sound of getting intimate,¡± Vincent replied, a hint of mischief lighting his vibrant eyes as a grin tugged at his lips.


    A blush crept into the blonde¡¯s features. She averted her gaze as she absently chewed on her lip, earning a soft chuckle from her boyfriend in response.


    ¡°What¡¯s that? Inti¡­met?¡±


    Both teens flushed, suddenly turning their attention to Matthew as he hopped off the bed.


    The pair exchanged a shy glance.


    ¡°N-Nothing you need to be worrying about,¡± Alice finally murmured in reply.


    The child giggled. ¡°Yuck! You two aren¡¯t gonna get all gross again, are you?¡± He thought for a moment before shaking his head. ¡°On second thought, I think you better kiss her again, Vincent. It¡¯ll probably make her feel better. She did cry a lot when she thought you were gone.¡±


    Vincent sank his teeth into his lower lip to keep from laughing as the blonde immediately turned what had to be a million different shades of red. From where he stood, he could practically see the steam coming out of her ears.


    Then again, he supposed he wasn¡¯t much better, judging by the heat creeping up his neck.


    Alice cleared her throat as she made her way into the room, followed by Vincent. ¡°Right now, you need rest, young man.¡±


    The boy pouted. ¡°Aw! But this place is so cool! And it¡¯s so big; just like you said it¡¯d be. I wanna go exploring.¡±


    Alice gave a light chuckle as she ruffled the boy¡¯s hair. ¡°Aren¡¯t you sleepy?¡±


    A long yawn betrayed the boy before he quickly whipped his head back and forth. ¡°Nuh-uh!¡±


    Alice laughed. ¡°Well, I¡¯ll tell you what, Mr. Explorer: For now, I know a nice bed back there that you can probably explore.¡±


    Matthew laughed. ¡°Okay.¡±


    Vincent gave a fond smile as he watched them disappear down the small hallway. He couldn¡¯t help but feel like a missing piece in his heart had been filled. He closed his eyes as he placed a hand to his chest, moving over to sit down on the luxurious bed. A relieved sigh left his lips as he flopped onto his back.


    Amber eyes flew open as a hauntingly familiar sound drifted to his ears. It was a soft melody. One he swore he¡¯d heard somewhere before.


    Rising from the bed, the brunette¡¯s feet guided him on their own accord. Before he knew it, he was standing in the doorway of the smaller bed chamber. Peering in, he gazed in wonder at the figure sitting next to Matthew on the bed.


    The angelic melody continued.


    Tears filled Vincent¡¯s eyes, a warm feeling surging through his chest as the deeply-buried memory resurfaced. He paid no mind to the headache that followed.


    He really had found her. After all this time.


    The blonde¡¯s eyes fell on him as she finished her lullaby; the same one from all those years ago. She smiled at him, sending fresh tears cascading down his cheeks.


    Alice gave the, now sleeping, Matthew one last pat on the head before exiting the room, quietly closing the door behind her. Her eyes locked onto his once more. After a moment, she reached up, wiping away the tears.


    ¡°I like it better when you smile.¡±


    Quirking a small grin, she placed her index finger and thumb at the edges of his mouth, forcing his lips upward.


    Letting out a laugh that sounded more like a choked sob, Vincent pulled the girl into his arms.


    ¡°I-I thought I¡¯d never see you again,¡± he murmured in a choked whisper.


    Alice wrapped her arms around him as she buried her face into his chest. ¡°Stuck with me now,¡± she returned. Pulling back slightly, she leaned up to seize his lips with her own.


    Vincent trembled, giving a soft sigh of contentment as a tender warmth began to fill him.


    Her warmth.


    The brunette gave a faint moan as his girlfriend tilted her head, deepening their contact. After a few more moments of bliss, the pair reluctantly parted.


    Chewing her bottom lip, Alice gave the boy a shy, but loving, gaze as she intertwined their fingers and led him back down the hall to the queen-sized bed that awaited them. At that moment, all she wanted was the amber-eyed boy¡¯s tender touch.


    Against the rules or not, she didn¡¯t care. Right or wrong, she didn¡¯t care. There was nothing on earth that could compare to the emotions swirling around inside of her now. She wouldn¡¯t merely have sex with him. No. She had no interest in such vulgar references. She would make love to him. He had taken her heart. Now she would take all of him.


    Tears reflected in her sapphire eyes as they reached the bed.


    Time seemed to speed up and slow down all at once.


    She ran her fingers along the naked flesh of the boy¡¯s chest, unsure of just when she¡¯d taken his shirt. Their lips reacquainted as she gently pushed him onto the bed.


    Amber eyes gleamed at her in rapture as she moved over to turn off the light before returning to him.


    Now blind, she would need to rely on her sense of touch. Oh, and touch she would. Hair, cheeks, lips¡­


    A soft gasp left the young woman¡¯s mouth as he pulled her to him, tugging her onto his lap as he reclined on the bed.


    ¡°Now isn¡¯t this familiar?¡± he whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.


    Alice¡¯s breath hitched once more as his velvet tongue caressed her earlobe before descending to her neck. Suddenly finding herself unable to keep still, she squirmed against him. The teen would be lying if she were to say that she didn¡¯t take great delight in the breathless whimper that escaped him.


    God, she couldn¡¯t get enough of him.


    Gentle hands slipped beneath her shirt, fingers brushing the bare skin of her back as lips reacquainted to the feel of one another.


    The couple slowly parted for air, Vincent carefully easing the shirt over her head. He swallowed as he traced a finger along the straps of her bra. ¡°F-Further?¡±


    A soft, shy smile lit the blonde¡¯s features as she guided his hands around to the clasps of her bra. ¡°Hold me tight, okay? Don¡¯t let go. Not ever.¡±


    With a flick of his fingers, the article of clothing fell away along with the dam holding back his emotions.


    He bit back a sob as he reclaimed her lips.


    Alice deepened the kiss, tilting her head to run the tip of her tongue along the seam of his lips. By now, she was positive that her whole body must have gone red by how hot she felt, but she couldn¡¯t seem to find it in herself to care. This love positively melted her, and she wouldn¡¯t have it any other way.


    Her heated fingertips traveled down his chest to his abdomen, relishing every twitch and tremor the boy gave in response.


    ¡°Al-ice¡­¡±


    The soft whimper was music to her ears. If she had her way, he¡¯d be singing all night.


    Shy fingers lightly brushed her naked breasts, drawing a shuddering moan from her lips as his velvet tongue finally found her own.


    Reaching the waistband of his jeans, Alice flushed as she unsnapped the button and slowly eased the zipper down. Drawing back, she offered the trembling boy another smile filled with warmth before sliding the clothing down his legs.


    The blonde¡¯s world shifted then. She was lightheaded as she found herself suddenly staring up into brilliant golden irises. ¡°H-Have I¡­t-to-told you lately how much I l-love your eyes?¡± she whispered, breathless.


    ¡°I love you.¡±


    The blonde felt her cheeks warm. It was then that she felt the subtle tug on her pants. She hadn¡¯t even heard him unbutton them.


    She swallowed, feeling her heart beat what had to have been a thousand miles per hour as his fingers hooked in the waistband of her cotton panties. Her breath hitched as he eased them down. She was unaware of her trembling until he gently grasped her ankles.


    ¡°You¡¯re shaking.¡±


    Alice swallowed, averting her gaze.


    ¡°Are¡­ Are you frightened, darling?¡±


    The blonde closed her eyes, feeling another shiver run down her spine.


    Frightened by how badly she wanted him maybe.


    Vincent brushed a hand to her cheek, giving a somewhat strained smile as she leaned into it. ¡°Do you want me to stop?¡±


    Sapphire eyes snapped open. ¡°You stop now, and I¡¯m going to have to hurt you.¡±


    A light chuckle came from the boy as his cheeks darkened with color. Feeling more than a little timid, he slowly slipped out of his underwear.


    The air in the room suddenly shifted as the pair shyly regarded one another.


    Alice chewed her lip. How long was he just going to stare at her like that? She squirmed, resisting the urge to crawl beneath the blankets.


    After what seemed like a paralyzing eternity, the boy spoke again.


    ¡°You¡¯re¡­even more beautiful than I¡¯d ever imagined,¡± he spoke, his tone a breathless whisper.


    Alice found herself transfixed by his mesmerizing gaze as he slowly eased himself onto her, allowing her to finally feel the length of him against her.


    Vincent allowed instinct to guide him as the girl carefully aligned them. He had absolutely no clue what he was doing. All he did know for sure was that her touch was driving him mad, and he was desperate to immerse himself in her warmth.


    A string of whimpering cries left Alice¡¯s lips as the boy slowly began to sink into her. He paused briefly at the soft resistance of her virginity, and she buried her face into his bare shoulder to muffle the cry.


    Vincent groaned as he buried his face into her golden hair. She was so warm. Heart racing in his chest, he trailed his lips along her throat.


    Alice shuddered, her toes curling as incoherent whimpers and sighs began spilling from her lips in a series of nearly inaudible sounds.


    She was positively melting inside!


    Vincent began a slow, gentle rhythm.


    Both teens were soon lost in a world of their own creation as skin met skin over and over again, enveloped in a euphoria the likes of which neither had ever known before. They only briefly parted for air before their lips were joined together again.


    Alice tightened her hold on the boy¡¯s shoulders as he pressed deeper, her whimpering cry muffled by their joined mouths. She quivered as he hit the spot again. Then again. A pleasant chill tingled down her spine before her heart missed a beat, and the breathless whisper of his name escaped her lips in her release.


    Vincent groaned, falling over the edge behind her.


    Feeling very much like melted chocolate, the brunette slowly lowered himself onto his side, careful not to dislodge her from him as he tucked her head beneath his chin.


    For a moment, only the pair¡¯s breathing remained audible. They rested in each other¡¯s arms, neither having ever felt so vulnerable, yet so loved before.


    Alice smiled as she rubbed her cheek against the boy¡¯s chest, feeling his heart still beating wildly. A sleepy warmth seeped into her limbs, weighing them down as she breathed out a sigh of contentment.


    Adrenalin giving way to fatigue, heavy eyelids drifted closed.


    Vincent gazed warmly at the angel in his arms as her breathing slowly evened out and deepened. A frown pulled at his lips as his thumb brushed against her bandaged wound.


    Never again. He would die first.


    A yawn escaped him as he pulled the blanket over them, cuddling further into the girl¡¯s addicting warmth.


    Tomorrow would be a new beginning. In more ways than one.

 Chapter 31: Beautiful Liar

    Chapter 31: Beautiful Liar


    The first thing Alice Lynheart became acutely aware of as weary sapphire eyes fluttered open was the light, throbbing ache in her groin. It wasn¡¯t an unpleasant sensation. A comforting fullness warmed her from the inside out as she slowly angled her head to gaze at her slumbering human pillow.


    Her lips curved into a smile.


    He looked to be having pleasant dreams, judging by his peaceful expression.


    She lovingly brushed a hand through his soft, raven hair. Warm memories from the night prior drifted through her mind, beckoning her to linger.


    Perhaps she really had perished in the flames of the lost base. It honestly felt like she was living in a dream. One she only prayed she would never wake from.


    A blush heated her pale cheeks as she slowly slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her sleeping lover.


    Lover. The mere word sent a bout of fresh tingles all the way to her toes as she practically floated across the room to the kitchen after redressing herself in her t-shirt. Amusement danced in her eyes as she found her hands refused to cease their trembling.


    Something had shifted within her. She could feel it. It went beyond the unfamiliar sore sensation of muscles unused being stretched in a way they¡¯d never been before. It went beyond the best night¡¯s sleep she¡¯d had in years. It was in the fluttering of her heart every time he smiled at her. It was in the tenderness of his touch. It was in the passionate way he held her.


    Yes, no doubt about it: Alice Lynheart was completely, and hopelessly, in love. Body and soul.


    The teen gave a contented sigh as she basked in the rare, tranquil moment. She made her way over to the sink. Removing the pitcher from the coffee pot that sat next to it, she closed her eyes as she allowed it to fill.


    Then let¡¯s go. We¡¯ll run away together. There has to be somewhere out there for us. We just have to go find it.


    Alice gave a somber smile as her lover¡¯s words replayed in her memory. She spared a glance over her shoulder toward the bed. Now, more than ever before, she wished for such an outcome. They could take Matthew and disappear. She was beginning to see it as a real possibility.


    With Leo gone, was there anything actually keeping her here?


    As if in answer to her question, Kurt, Jonathan, Issac, and Seth¡¯s faces flashed through her mind.


    Seth¡­


    She really would need to find him later to apologize for being so harsh with him. Her feelings for Vincent in no way erased their friendship. He had to understand. Then again, perhaps he didn¡¯t wish to.


    The blonde pinched the bridge of her nose as a frustrated sigh escaped her. Perhaps disappearing would be for the best. She wasn¡¯t so sure she could take the risk of her and Vincent being separated. Not now.


    Then there was Matthew. She would sooner die than allow these people to take him from her. They were not going to force their life on him.


    Truthfully, she wasn¡¯t even sure Issac and Kurt were still alive. After all, she hadn¡¯t seen them in the hangar. Of course, at the time, her eyes had only seen Vincent.


    Though she was sure there was a part of her that would be deeply saddened if they did turn out to be among the casualties, she could do little about it.


    Pouring the water into the machine to percolate, she massaged her temples.


    She would be seen as a deserter. A disappointment. A coward.


    A growl bubbled up low in her throat.


    Let them! She¡¯d lost too much precious to her. She was unwilling to take any chances. Not this time.


    The blonde nearly jumped out of her skin as a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind, tugging her back into a warm chest.


    A shirtless chest¡­


    Alice flushed at the warm voice next to her ear.


    ¡°Good morning, darling.¡±


    ¡°M-Mo-Morning. Sl-Sleep well?¡± she stuttered, drawing an amused chuckle from the male.


    Alice gave a light shiver as she felt the boy¡¯s hands begin to gently massage her hips, warm lips brushing her neck.


    ¡°Well, my dreams were filled with you, so you could say that.¡±


    Alice melted. Closing her eyes, she leaned back to rest against the boy. Another kiss to her neck drew a soft sigh from her lips.


    The boy¡¯s grip tightened slightly as he flattened himself against her back, allowing her to feel him through the course material of the jeans he¡¯d redressed himself in.


    ¡°Vincent¡­¡±


    The sensual lips teasing her skin paused at her faint whisper. ¡°Hmm?¡±


    The girl bit back a moan at the exhaled breath against her ear. When one of the boy¡¯s hands drifted down to lightly trace her bare thigh, her legs nearly buckled out from under her. Finally unable to take any more of the boy¡¯s amorous teasing, she spun around in his arms to capture his lips as she backed up to rest against the counter.


    Vincent followed easily enough, lifting her up to sit on the counter before rejoining their lips. His fingers slowly traced along the girl¡¯s legs, causing the young woman to tremble all over again as soft whimpers leaked from her lips.


    ¡°I love you,¡± she whispered breathlessly as the pair finally parted for air. ¡°Now and forever.¡±


    Vincent opened his mouth to speak, only to find no words would come. Finally, he opted for giving a tender smile as he brushed their noses together.


    Alice leaned forward, stealing another kiss before hopping down from the counter.


    The pair exchanged a loving glance before Alice turned her attention to locating two coffee mugs. Her search of the cupboards proving fruitful, she handed one to Vincent. He thanked her with a kiss and another loving caress.


    Collecting a portion of hot, dark liquid in his mug, Vincent made his way over to the small table to sit down. Alice located the coffee creamer in the fridge before joining him.


    The pair enjoyed a comfortable silence for a moment, a commodity that had not been afforded to them for quite some time.


    Vincent couldn¡¯t help being swept up in the moment. Truth be told, he¡¯d never felt more at peace. Seeing the warm smile on his girlfriend¡¯s face as she gazed back at him was simply bliss.


    However¡­


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Alice murmured as she reached across the table to take his hand in her own, her brows furrowing at the sudden shift in the boy¡¯s expression.


    Vincent sighed. After the night they¡¯d shared, the last thing he wanted was to hurt her. However, he supposed the news would be easier swallowed coming from him rather than hearsay.


    He lowered his head. ¡°A-Alice, Leo isn¡¯t coming.¡±


    Alice quirked a brow. ¡°How do you know? Did¡­ Did you see¡­¡±


    Vincent shook his head as the blonde trailed off. ¡°No. I didn¡¯t see it happen, but Jonathan told me his convoy was destroyed on the way here.¡±


    Alice closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath. She was unaware of her trembling until she felt the slight squeeze to her hand.


    ¡°I¡¯m okay,¡± she reassured. ¡°We¡­ We lost so many this time¡­ More than we have in years. I don¡¯t know how The Resistance is going to recover.¡±


    At a loss for words, Vincent brushed his thumb along the petite hand he held. Anything he could do to offer her some form of comfort in her grief. Though he held no personal attachment to Leo, he knew that the man had at least raised her if nothing else.


    The pair looked up as a thumping sound carried down the small hall, no doubt a sleepy Matthew bumping into the wall as he made his way to them.


    ¡°Well, good morning, little explorer,¡± Alice greeted as the boy¡¯s blond head appeared around the corner.


    The boy beamed at her as he bounded over.


    ¡°Sleep well?¡± Vincent inquired, quirking a smile when the boy enthusiastically nodded.


    ¡°Yeah, this place is great! The bed was SO comfy, and-¡± The boy trailed off. As if sensing something amiss with the atmosphere, he frowned. ¡°There¡¯s been more bad news¡­hasn¡¯t there?¡±


    Alice and Vincent exchanged a glance.


    ¡°I¡¯m afraid so, Matthew,¡± Alice finally replied with a sigh.


    ¡°But don¡¯t you worry, okay? Alice and I are going to make sure everything¡¯s alright,¡± Vincent added with a smile, reaching over to pat the boy¡¯s head.


    Matthew frowned again but nodded. Before he could speak again, there was a knock at the door.


    Alice rose from her chair with a sigh before making her way over to the door. She cracked it open, intending to alert whom she assumed to be Julius that she would be with them momentarily, only to have Kurt burst into the room.


    ¡°Thank goodness!¡± he exclaimed, immediately throwing his arms around her. ¡°I-I thought you were gone, then I heard from Julius that you¡¯d made it here-¡±


    The teen paused, pulling back after a moment. He quirked a brow, just now taking notice of her current attire of only a green t-shirt and white panties. The picture only became more clear as a shirtless Vincent peered around the corner.


    ¡°Really?¡±


    Alice folded her arms. ¡°Really,¡± she stated with finality, matching his stare.


    Kurt rolled his eyes. ¡°Playing it awfully risky, don¡¯t you think? If Commander Stein finds out-¡±


    ¡°He¡¯s not going to find out, and I don¡¯t care if he does,¡± Alice replied, cutting the boy off. ¡°Who I bring into my bed is my business.¡±


    ¡°Not when you¡¯re a commanding officer,¡± Kurt returned. ¡°Alice, Leo hasn¡¯t turned up.¡±


    ¡°And he¡¯s not going to.¡±


    Kurt¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°His convoy was destroyed,¡± Vincent clarified as he made his way over to stand next to Alice.


    Kurt sighed. ¡°That explains things,¡± he muttered, looking away. After a moment he turned to face the girl again. ¡°So what now?¡±


    Alice blew out a breath. ¡°I really don¡¯t know. Right now, I¡¯m still mulling over where I stand in all this mess. If I even have a stand anymore.¡±


    Kurt¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Don¡¯t you think that¡¯s a bit selfish?¡±


    Vincent wrapped his arms around Alice from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder as he glared at the boy. ¡°I think she¡¯s given up quite enough for you people, thank you.¡±


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    ¡°Wasn¡¯t aware you spoke for her now,¡± Kurt returned.


    ¡°Kurt-¡±


    ¡°Alice, you¡¯ve lost your mind. There¡¯s safety here,¡± Kurt snapped.


    ¡°Leo¡¯s base had safety too,¡± Vincent returned.


    ¡°Not like here,¡± Kurt argued. ¡°Alice, you at least owe it to Stein to talk to him.¡±


    ¡°She doesn¡¯t owe you people a damn thing!¡±


    Alice reached down giving one of Vincent¡¯s hands a gentle squeeze. ¡°It¡¯s alright, Vincent.¡±


    Kurt shook his head. ¡°You know what? Fine, forget Stein. Though I would stress that, without him, you wouldn¡¯t have that warm bed there.¡±


    ¡°Look, I don¡¯t think you-¡±


    ¡°How about the men who look up to you? We¡¯re talking your own cadets. Don¡¯t you think you¡¯re turning your back on them?¡±


    ¡°You mean the same ones that never bothered even looking for her?¡± Vincent quipped.


    ¡°The place was on fire and falling apart!¡±


    ¡°Didn¡¯t stop me. I went back.¡±


    Kurt sighed, realizing that there was likely no getting through to the pair. His eyes drifted to Matthew hiding around the corner. ¡°Well, what about him? Don¡¯t you think he deserves a better life than to constantly be on the run?¡±


    Alice frowned, folding her arms. ¡°He also deserves a better life than the one he¡¯d be provided here.¡±


    ¡°They wouldn¡¯t induct him right away, Alice,¡± Kurt muttered with a roll of his eyes.


    ¡°Maybe not, but that¡¯s part of the reason you¡¯re here, isn¡¯t it? To see if we had him and put him in the system?¡±


    Kurt averted his gaze. ¡°W-Well, it is protocol.¡±


    ¡°You know what you can do with your protocol?¡±


    ¡°Vincent!¡± Alice snapped, squeezing the boy¡¯s hand. Sighing, the blonde shook her head. ¡°Kurt, if you just came here to pick a fight, the door is that way. Quite frankly, I¡¯m too exhausted for this. I¡¯ll be down momentarily to speak with Stein, but I refuse to make any promises. My family is my top priority.¡±


    ¡°Interesting to see how new connections seem to erase old ones,¡± the boy quipped as he turned and made his way to the door. ¡°Bring the kid to the medical wing when you get the chance.¡±


    Both teens sighed as the door slammed with his exit, exchanging a weary glance.


    ****


    Brown eyes glared at the brunette sitting across the cafeteria.


    He was casually eating alone in the corner. Like he hadn¡¯t stolen from him the only thing he held most precious.


    Snake!


    Snorting in disgust, Seth took another swig of the bottle he held. He had seen him this morning¡­with her. Walking down the hall¡­with her. It wasn¡¯t fair. The boy barely even knew her. What right could he possibly have to her?


    Should¡¯ve been me. Why not me?


    No one loved the girl more than him. He was sure of that.


    Vincent was a stranger. An outcast. He didn¡¯t deserve her love. Why couldn¡¯t she see that?


    Why had she betrayed him? Hadn¡¯t she learned her lesson with Julius?


    Seth frowned. He had thought for sure that he¡¯d had a chance. If only she would hear him out.


    His brows furrowed in anguish as he slammed his, now empty, bottle onto the table, startling the few soldiers closest to him.


    No room in her heart, huh? Oh, but there was room for a complete stranger?!


    What are you doing?! Put me down, Seth! That¡¯s an order!


    The brunette winced. God, he could still hear her heartbreaking sobs. He had never heard her so broken.


    She had never cried like that for him. For anyone. No. No one¡­but a stranger.


    A low growl bubbled up in the boy¡¯s throat as his eyes narrowed. If he¡¯d only known that the boy would end up taking everything from him¡­


    He should¡¯ve let the prick drown. Why hadn¡¯t he?


    Rising to his feet, the disgruntled soldier made his way over to the unsuspecting teen, anger fueling his steps.


    ¡°How¡¯s the food, you disgusting weasel?¡±


    Vincent looked up from his bowl of oatmeal. He quirked a brow. ¡°Excuse me?¡±


    ¡°You heard me: You¡¯re a disgusting weasel. Swooping in, getting all friendly with the lieutenant¡­ Sleeping with her too, I bet. I saw you two this morning."


    Vincent¡¯s eyes narrowed as he rose from his seat, feeling more than a little uncomfortable as numerous eyes began turning in their direction.


    I won¡¯t tell, if you won¡¯t.


    Vincent¡¯s eyes darted as his girlfriend¡¯s words replayed in his mind.


    Seth was obviously drunk, judging by the strong scent coming off of him. His gait was awkward and unsteady as he took another step closer to his adversary.


    ¡°Well?¡± he snapped. ¡°Nothing to say for yourself?¡±


    ¡°Seth, you¡¯re drunk. Trust me, you don¡¯t want this fight,¡± Vincent sighed. ¡°I think you need to go sleep it off.¡±


    ¡°And I think you need to keep your filthy, outsider hands off Lieutenant Lynheart!¡±


    A small crowd began to gather, transfixed by the show of drama from the inebriated soldier.


    Amber eyes narrowed at the boy¡¯s obnoxious outburst. This was getting out of hand. A soft growl bubbled up in the boy¡¯s throat. No. He would not lose everything now. All over petty jealousy no less.


    ¡°Seth, last chance. You need to stop.¡± His tone lowered as he fixed the boy with an icy glare. ¡°Before I have to hurt you¡­¡±


    Seth Morgan glared. ¡°You don¡¯t tell me what to do, you son of a bitch!¡±


    Vincent readied himself as Seth charged, catching the boy¡¯s fist in his palm as he threw the first punch. A faint, blue glow lit his eyes as his free hand drew the liquid from his nearby water cup.


    ¡°You need to cool off, Seth.¡±


    The brunette¡¯s brown eyes widened as water suddenly soaked his face. A hand suddenly grabbed a fist-full of his hair, twisting his neck around to face the table before his head slammed against the metal surface.


    ¡°Go rest, Seth. You¡¯re in no condition to be picking fights.¡±


    With that, the amber-eyed teen walked away, leaving his stunned adversary sitting on the floor gapping at his retreating figure.


    ****


    ¡°So I¡¯m sure you understand the severity of the situation we¡¯re in here,¡± Commander Stein spoke, reaching up to brush a thick finger through his handlebar mustache.


    Alice leaned back in the chair she sat in across from the man. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes.


    In all honesty, the man looked to be more suited for a seat of parliament rather than an army base.


    All that¡¯s missing is the top-hat and monocle.


    The blonde bit her lip to keep from chuckling at the amusing thought. A sentiment that faded immediately as he began speaking again.


    ¡°Of course, we have to address your conduct.¡±


    Alice quirked a brow. ¡°My conduct?¡±


    Stein ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair before nodding, collecting a paper from the desk in front of him. ¡°That¡¯s correct. It seems you were seen with a boy in the hangar when you got here.¡±


    ¡°So?¡± Alice returned, folding her arms. ¡°I¡¯m surrounded by young men every day. Wasn¡¯t aware it was such an issue.¡±


    ¡°A cadet, young lady.¡±


    ¡°Your point?¡±


    Stein cleared his throat, his eyes narrowing. ¡°Kissing. There were concerns expressed that he was one of your subordinates. It seems you also share a room with this boy?¡±


    ¡°Vincent,¡± Alice spoke, ¡°His name is Vincent, and so what if we share a room? I was under the impression that accommodations were tight enough as is, so do we really need to be making such an issue out of this?¡±


    The commander sighed, rubbing his temples as he placed the sheet of paper back onto the desk. ¡°Look, I¡¯m willing to cut you some slack due to your impeccable record as a lieutenant. You ARE the daughter of a commander, after all.¡± He paused, shaking his head. ¡°However, rules are rules. If that boy-¡±


    ¡°Vincent,¡± Alice interjected.


    Giving an exasperated sigh, Stein continued. ¡°If VINCENT is one of your cadets, the inappropriate conduct needs to cease immediately. You are well aware of the nepotism rule, I take it?¡±


    Alice rolled her eyes, giving a nod.


    Stein returned the gesture in approval. ¡°Good, then-¡±


    ¡°And if I refuse? If I abdicate instead?¡±


    Stein¡¯s green eyes widened. ¡°Now, hold on just a moment. I would hope that your loyalty would not allow for that.¡±


    Alice glared as she straightened up in the black, leather chair. ¡°My loyalty is to my family.¡± She paused, giving a shrug. ¡°Besides, I had just gotten back from Fort Brein. I was never officially reinstated as a lieutenant. I have no division.¡±


    ¡°F-Fort Brein?¡± Stein swallowed, looking away as he ran a hand through his thick hair once more. After a moment, he turned back to the girl with an exhausted sigh. ¡°Look, I got three hundred new soldiers here. Soldiers that I¡¯m sure would much rather follow orders from one of their own; a familiar face they can respect. They would obey you. If I were to have a mutiny on my hands¡­¡±


    ¡°Sounds like a whole host of not my problem. Perhaps you should learn to manage your operations more properly. Besides, what do you suppose Victor would say? I don¡¯t see him taking too kindly to a woman in charge.¡±


    ¡°Victor doesn¡¯t have to know¡­not yet. Look, as the Pheora location had no admirals, I believe you are the best person to fill your father¡¯s shoes at this time, based on the merit of your record. At least make an attempt. If it gets to be too much, we can sort out other avenues together,¡± Stein returned.


    Alice looked thoughtful for a moment. Becoming commander was not an easy undertaking. In fact, she was likely to face more adversity than ever before. However, there was no denying that she would also be afforded additional protections. Protections she could extend to her new family. If she played her cards correctly, there would be no safer place for Matthew and Vincent.


    After a moment, the teen nodded. ¡°Fine. But I¡¯ll only step in under a few conditions.¡±


    Stein¡¯s brows furrowed. ¡°Name them.¡±


    ¡°Number one: My relationship with Vincent is a forbidden topic. At no point is it ever to be brought up. Turn a blind eye.¡±


    Stein frowned. ¡°Now, you hold on-¡±


    ¡°This isn¡¯t a negotiation, Commander. These are my terms, if you want my assistance.¡±


    ¡°But-¡±


    ¡°If not, I will be more than happy to sit back and watch the show,¡± Alice quipped, folding her arms.


    ¡°And if it¡¯s brought to my attention in the form of a complaint?¡±


    Alice shrugged. ¡°I would trust you know how to defuse a situation by now, but, if not, send them to me, and I will deal with them directly.¡±


    The older man¡¯s sigh alerted her to his displeasure with the arrangement. However, he acquiesced. ¡°Go on.¡±


    Alice nodded, clearly pleased. ¡°Number two: I want formal guardianship papers in place for Matthew and all his chips removed.¡±


    Stein nodded. ¡°Right away. You¡¯ll have the papers to sign by the end of the day.¡±


    ¡°Very good. Third: I want to have a discussion on abolishing The Program.¡±


    Stein rose from his chair. ¡°Young lady, that is absolutely not possible! Especially not with the casualties we just endured!¡±


    Alice shrugged. ¡°Out with the old and in with the new. You want my help; you do things my way.¡±


    Stein¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°I have half a mind to court-martial you.¡±


    ¡°Be my guest,¡± Alice challenged. ¡°If you wish to court-martial a dead person, more power to you. Though, I do suspect you¡¯ll have trouble filling a jury.¡±


    Stein¡¯s eyes widened. The girl was correct. She was a ghost. He had seen the broadcast. Unless he were to take the matter straight to Victor, foregoing any chance of help from the girl, he would have to go along with her wishes¡­at least for the time being.


    ¡°I¡¯ll¡­ I¡¯ll put it on the docket for discussion at the next meeting.¡±


    Alice nodded her approval. ¡°Very good. Pleasure working with you.¡±


    Stein sighed as he flopped back down into his chair, waving her toward the door. ¡°Very well¡­Commander Lynheart. For now, settle in. I¡¯ll handle the necessary paperwork. Hiro will act as your liaison.¡±


    Alice paused, quirking a brow. ¡°Hiro?¡±


    Stein nodded. ¡°Yes. Hiro Tanaka is our best in aerial assault tactics. You should find him down in the loading bay.¡±


    Alice nodded in acknowledgment before taking her leave, confidence fueling her stride.


    ****


    Kurt Landon hummed a nameless tune as he continued cataloging the data he¡¯d obtained into the computer system. Anything to keep his mind off the tragedy behind their reason for being here.


    The timing was almost too suspicious.


    Then again, he supposed he should have expected as much. Hadn¡¯t he given the general all the information required for finding the base? Of course he was going to use it.


    The brunette¡¯s brows furrowed as a file popped onto the computer screen.


    It would seem that the boy was, indeed, already in the system.


    Upon further analysis, the teen scratched his head.


    That wasn¡¯t right. Surely the blood sample hadn¡¯t been contaminated?


    Weird. Offspring¡¯s blood type always matches the blood type of one of the parents. A positive isn¡¯t a rare blood type by any means. Let¡¯s have a look at the parents, shall we?


    Kurt clicked on the folder displayed on the monitor. Hazel eyes widened upon opening the file. Within the folder titled ¡®Parents,¡¯ there existed not two, but three separate folders. Two could be opened easily enough. The third, however, was heavily encrypted.


    The brunette¡¯s eyes only widened further upon opening the folder labeled ¡®father.¡¯


    Name: Leo Derwent


    Kurt swallowed.


    Leo? Matthew was Leo¡¯s?!


    Quickly shaking his head, Kurt attempted to rationalize. Leo had type B blood. Madison, whom he knew to be the mother, had type O.


    It didn¡¯t make sense. By all accounts, Matthew should have either type B or O blood, not A positive.


    Hesitant eyes fixated on the third, encrypted, folder.


    He had to get to the bottom of things¡­for Matthew¡¯s sake¡­

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    Chapter 32: No Tomorrow


    The general cursed under his breath as he rifled through the papers on his desk. So far, not a single success. At this point, he was beginning to have concerns regarding the integrity of the samples. Surely there hadn¡¯t been any contamination?


    Not in HIS facility!


    Of course, it wasn¡¯t as if he¡¯d been presented with the best subjects for testing. The fringes of human society could only produce so much in terms of quality.


    Not one living specimen to show for his new efforts.


    He grimaced, leaning forward to chew lightly on the knuckles of his right hand.


    The situation in the capital with Eric was growing worse by the day. It wouldn¡¯t be long before he would be forced to deal with the degenerate weasel. The dissention between the Holy Council and the common people was coming to a head.


    The general stifled the chuckle that bubbled up in his throat. Deinan would be torn to pieces, and he would gladly scoop up the ashes. After all, he considered himself to be a patient man.


    His smile widened. Oh, and wouldn¡¯t those stuff-shirts of the council be surprised to see him then? He would make them pay dearly for their doubts and unjust criticism.


    Perhaps some of them would make good candidates? They would surely understand first-hand then.


    A knock at the door drew the general¡¯s attention.


    ¡°Enter.¡±


    The door opened to reveal the general¡¯s newest orderly; a smaller fellow with short-clipped, brown hair. Hayden. Hayden Whitmore.


    ¡°Yes?¡± the general inquired as the nervous youth hesitantly stepped through the door.


    Hayden cleared his throat in an attempt to calm his nerves. ¡°Er, y-yes, Sir. It would seem that the commandant is requesting your presence in Deinan again.¡±


    Vladsco rolled his eyes. ¡°And I request my presence in the opposite direction, if you please.¡±


    Hayden gave a hesitant laugh. ¡°Yes, of course, sir.¡±


    ¡°I do trust that the efforts in Segan went well?¡±


    Hayden frowned. ¡°Er, well, ye-yes, but there have been some concerns¡­¡±


    The general quirked a brow. ¡°Concerns?¡±


    ¡°Regarding the availability of supplies.¡±


    Vladsco shrugged. ¡°So move on to the next city.¡±


    The young man hung his head, averting his gaze. ¡°But, sir, wouldn¡¯t that be considered treason without proper authorization-¡±


    ¡°You know,¡± Vladsco interrupted, resting his chin on his open palm. ¡°The last individual that entertained this line of questioning with me took a very long walk off the deck of an airship.¡± His gaze hardened. ¡°Something to consider before you go prodding me too deeply.¡±


    Hayden swallowed.


    The corners of the general¡¯s mouth twitched in obvious amusement. ¡°Will that be all, then, Sergeant Whitmore?¡±


    The young soldier gave a nod, still refusing eye-contact.


    ¡°Very good. Now go assemble your team and prepare to move out.¡±


    ¡°Y-Yes, Sir.¡±


    ****


    The loading bay was bustling with activity as soldiers scurried about, fulfilling their daily activities.


    A lot of the ships that had come in from the Pheora base had arrived with considerable damage, creating quite a bit of extra work for the mechanics.


    Faint shouting echoed over the clanging and hammering of metal.


    Alice made her way to the control tower, assuming it would be the best place to begin her search for her newly-appointed liaison. Having no description of the boy, she supposed she would have no choice but to ask around.


    If the blonde had thought the bay was busy, it was nothing compared to the tower. Soldiers dashed about, busily going about their assigned activities.


    Alice supposed it was to be expected. After all, with communication down, the Ridgeport base had received no prior notification of the pending arrival of extra ships. She imagined the first ship to arrive had created utter chaos.


    ¡°Hey, who are you? Only authorized personnel are allowed up here.¡±


    Alice jumped at the sudden, harsh address aimed in her direction.


    The young man who¡¯d spoken, a young brunette with a rather beefy build and short-clipped, brown hair stared back at her with unflinching, hazel eyes.


    ¡°Hey, take it easy, Ben, that¡¯s no way to speak to a lady,¡± another, much smaller, boy spoke as he came to place a hand on the disgruntled boy¡¯s shoulder.


    The one called Ben merely grumbled, wandering off to resume whatever duty he¡¯d been distracted from.


    ¡°You¡¯ll have to forgive him,¡± the smaller boy chuckled as he turned his attention back to Alice. ¡°He doesn¡¯t get out much. Women aren¡¯t exactly a common sight up here.¡± He smiled, extending a hand. ¡°Hiro. Hiro Tanaka. To what do I owe the pleasure?¡±


    Alice smiled as she returned the gesture, shaking the friendly boy¡¯s hand. ¡°Alice. Alice Lynheart.¡±


    The boy¡¯s pale skin seemed to grow even paler, brown eyes widening, as he ran a hand through his dyed-red hair, patches of black becoming visible as the locks parted before falling back into place. ¡°Golden Phoenix. It¡¯s, uh, a pleasure to meet a fellow fire user.¡±


    Alice¡¯s eyes widened. Fellow fire user?


    ¡°Well, now, this is an unexpected surprise. Can¡¯t say I¡¯ve had the pleasure of meeting another Touched with the fire ability.¡±


    Hiro chuckled. ¡°Likewise. This is an extremely pleasant surprise. So what do I owe the honor, Lieutenant?¡±


    ¡°Well, actually, it¡¯s Commander now,¡± Alice replied with a smile.


    Hiro paused, eyes widening once more. ¡°I, uh, see. My apologies. I wasn¡¯t aware. I take it the news about Commander Derwent¡¯s convoy was factual?¡±


    ¡°Afraid so,¡± the blonde replied. ¡°I¡¯ve been asked to step in on his behalf.¡±


    ¡°I see. My condolences. He was your father, correct?¡±


    Alice nodded. ¡°Yes. We got separated in the attack, so I was only recently informed myself.¡±


    Hiro grimaced, looking away. ¡°I am truly sorry. He will be missed.¡±


    Alice settled for merely nodding once more, finding herself unable to speak any longer on the matter. Truthfully, she was still sorting out just how she felt. She supposed torn would be the best adequate descriptor. After all, the man hadn¡¯t given her the warmest of welcomes when she¡¯d returned.


    ¡°Well, right now we¡¯re pretty busy trying to get these broken birds of yours back in the sky again, but if there¡¯s anything I can do-¡±


    ¡°Of course. I won¡¯t keep you from your duties then. Commander Stein just informed me that you would be my liaison, so I wanted to at least introduce myself.¡±


    Hiro paused, looking mildly surprised. ¡°Oh? Well, then I suppose we¡¯ll be seeing a lot of each other from now on.¡±


    Alice chuckled, nodding as she shook the boy¡¯s hand once more. ¡°I look forward to working with you.¡±


    Hiro smiled. ¡°You bet. How about a proper meeting tomorrow? I can get a few of the department heads together by then for a formal introduction.¡±


    ¡°Sounds great.¡±


    The moment of comradery was brought to a swift end as the door burst open to reveal an angry Julius.


    ¡°Lynheart, a moment of your time, please.¡±


    Alice frowned at the tone.


    ¡°Um, excuse me, Admiral, but I believe it¡¯s Commander Lynheart,¡± Hiro interjected, causing the, already ill-tempered, youth to growl under his breath.


    ¡°Fine. Commander Lynheart, a moment, if you will.¡±


    Alice quirked a brow, excusing herself from Hiro before following the disgruntled admiral.


    ¡°Alright, Julius, you mind telling me what this is all about?¡± Alice quipped as the pair exited the hangar and turned down the hall.


    ¡°Well, it seems you get to deal out your first disciplinary action. There was a fist-fight in the mess hall earlier today. It¡¯s only been a day, and your people are already causing problems.¡±


    ¡°How do you know they were mine? Maybe one of yours started it? Any witnesses?¡±


    ¡°They were both yours! That guy with the weird eyes you came in with and the loudmouth from our old division,¡± Julius snapped.


    Alice frowned.


    Vincent and Seth?


    ¡°Apparently, they got into some argument¡­over you.¡±


    A long sigh escaped the blonde. ¡°I¡¯ll take care of it.¡±


    Julius crossed his arms. ¡°See to it that you do. Because, so help me, if you don¡¯t¡­¡±


    ¡°Cool it, Julius! I said I¡¯d handle it,¡± the blonde quipped.


    Julius paused, leveling her with a knowing stare. ¡°Yeah, I know good and well what you¡¯ll be handling alright. There were witnesses that overheard the conversation. Rest assured, I know all about your little tryst.¡±


    Alice maintained her steely gaze. ¡°Careful, Julius, you know what fire does to ice. And, right now, the ice you¡¯re standing on is already getting dangerously thin.¡±


    The brunette glared. ¡°If I didn¡¯t know any better, I would say that sounded vaguely enough like a threat. A set of freakish eyes is all it takes to get your motor running now, huh? He certainly didn¡¯t look like he has much else going for him-¡±


    The brunette cut off with a sharp yelp as he suddenly found himself against the wall, a petite hand secure in the grip around his throat.


    ¡°Now you listen, and you listen well, you insufferable ass: Right now, I outrank you, so you can either work with me, or you can find yourself demoted to janitor duty for all I care. Difference between you and me: You can make all the threats you want, but, right now, I can act on mine. Your choice: Stay out of my way or get burned. I¡¯ve got too much on my plate as is without your petty ego.¡± Sapphire eyes crackled dangerously. ¡°We clear?¡±


    Julius glared, but said no more as the blonde released him then before stalking off down the hall.


    ****


    Vincent sighed as he drummed his fingers against the wooden desk in front of him. Quite frankly, he was becoming annoyed.


    All he¡¯d done was defend himself. Why had he been sent to the commander¡¯s office instead of Seth?


    To add insult to injury, the commander hadn¡¯t seen fit to show up yet. Then again, given his experience with Leo, he wasn¡¯t so sure he wanted to meet this Stein person.


    So much for the low profile¡­


    The teen was brought out of his thoughts as the door finally clicked open. Head whipping around, he was unable to prevent the smile that overtook his features at the sight of the blonde figure in the doorway.


    ¡°Lieutenant,¡± he greeted warmly with a smile.


    Alice chuckled, closing the door behind her. ¡°Actually, it¡¯s Commander now. At least for the time being.¡± A ¡®click¡¯ sounded as she locked the door before making her way over to sit on the desk in front of her boyfriend.


    Vincent admired her for a moment, appreciating the way her black skirt contrasted her lovely, pale skin. The first two buttons of her pink dress-shirt were undone, giving him a sinfully delicious view of her slender neck.


    ¡°So, Vincent, what do you think I should do with you?¡± the blonde murmured after a moment, snapping the teen from his thoughts.


    The boy flushed in spite of himself, averting his gaze. ¡°I got a few choice suggestions.¡±


    Dear Lord, was he ever in trouble! He couldn¡¯t even seem to look at her now without wanting her. All he could seem to think about at the moment was the night they¡¯d shared.


    The way her body had seemed to mold perfectly to his own. Her soft lips touching his. Skin like moist velvet. The way she had shivered at the slightest brush of his hands. The soft whimpers of elation¡­


    The teen rapidly shook his head in an attempt to reign in his emotions as his blush deepened. If he didn¡¯t keep himself in check¡­


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    There was a spark of mischief in the girl¡¯s eyes as her lips twitched slightly.


    Vincent swallowed.


    Oh, dear God¡­


    ¡°Well, before I address that comment, I¡¯m afraid we have to discuss the disruption in the mess hall.¡±


    Vincent sighed. ¡°Alice, Seth was being irrational-¡±


    The blonde held a hand up, silencing the boy. ¡°You leave Seth to me. I¡¯ll light the fire under his rear later. Don¡¯t let him get to you.¡±


    Vincent nodded, smiling as the commander then beamed at him.


    ¡°Now you come here, bad boy,¡± she giggled.


    Vincent chuckled. Doing as he was bid, he made his way over to the girl. Wrapping his arms around her, he gave a contented sigh at the comforting warmth that began to fill him.


    A shiver ran down the teen¡¯s spine at the gentle nip to his ear.


    ¡°Back to those suggestions¡­,¡± the blonde whispered, punctuating each word with a light kiss to his ear.


    Vincent felt his toes curl as another shiver ran down his spine. The warm lips trailed to his neck then as all his blood seemed to sink to his lower body, leaving him slightly dizzy. He paid little mind to the lightheadedness as his hands reached down to trail beneath her skirt, gently massaging her thighs.


    The brunette smiled at the whispered whimper he received in response. Turning his head, he joined their lips together as he slipped a finger beneath her panties to tenderly brush her warm center.


    The heated whisper of his name pleased his ears as petite hands slipped beneath his shirt to touch his skin, sending warm electricity all the way to his toes.


    A moan bubbled up in the youth¡¯s throat as he deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to brush against her own.


    The pair parted for air as the lights began to flicker.


    ¡°Y-You pro-probably want to turn those off,¡± Alice whispered in a breathless murmur.


    Vincent chuckled as he pulled back to brush their noses together. ¡°As my commander wishes.¡±


    Alice shivered as the room was then plunged into darkness, suddenly very glad she¡¯d chosen to wear a skirt today.


    The boy returned to her with a gentle brush to her cheek before his hands drifted back down to her waist.


    Alice smiled, leaning forward to peck a quick kiss to his lips. ¡°Slow and gentle, alright?¡± She flushed. ¡°I¡¯m still a bit sore.¡±


    As if in apology, soft lips ghosted down her neck to her shoulder.


    At the soft, jittery sigh that he received in response, Vincent reached up to undo three more of the buttons on her shirt. Leaning his head down, he traced his lips over her clothed breasts.


    ¡°Vi-Vincent¡­¡±


    The brunette shuddered at the heated whisper. He groaned, resting his forehead against the girl¡¯s shoulder as he felt her begin working the clasp of his jeans.


    Sliding the zipper down, Alice attempted to still her trembling as she used her feet to slide the boy¡¯s pants and boxers down his legs. She had to bite back the whine as he stepped away from her then, quickly removing his sneakers before stepping out of them.


    Alice shyly averted her gaze, feeling lightheaded as her heart raced through her chest.


    Vincent slipped the black loafers from her feet before reaching up to undo the last of the buttons on her shirt. Suddenly, he found that he couldn¡¯t be close enough to her. Sliding the fabric from her shoulders, he unclipped her bra.


    ¡°Please, I-I want to feel you,¡± he whispered, carefully wrapping her legs around his waist as he tugged her forward.


    Alice whimpered as he lifted her slightly, removing her panties.


    Capturing her lips, the brunette muffled both their cries of elation at their joining.


    The blonde shuddered, holding onto the boy¡¯s shoulders for dear life as he simply held her to him, his gray t-shirt the only barrier preventing her nails from lightly biting into his skin. After a moment, she felt him gently recline her onto her back on the desk, taking extra care not to separate them as he leaned over her.


    Vincent gave a shuddering moan of his own as he savored the tight, warm heat for a moment. He started a slow, deep rhythm, groaning under his breath as she quickly matched his pace.


    Breathless pleas and affirmations spurred the boy on as his heart floated in his chest. He felt her tense briefly before finally collapsing against the desk in a shuddering, whimpering ball. He followed after her a moment later, a whimper of his own rushing from his lips.


    For a moment, the pair simply held one another, quivering in each other¡¯s arms as they attempted to regain their senses.


    ¡°I love you,¡± the blonde finally whispered, her tone still meltingly sweet. ¡°I promise, Vincent, nothing¡¯s going to get in the way of what we have. I won¡¯t let it. I accepted this position on the contingency that we would be left alone.¡±


    The brunette pecked her lips in answer before carefully dislodging himself from her. He scooped her into his arms, pressing another kiss to her forehead.


    Alice gave a small giggle. ¡°Thanks to a certain someone, my legs still feel like jelly now.¡±


    Vincent felt his cheeks darken, even as the chuckle escaped his lips. ¡°That¡¯s okay. I¡¯ve got you, darling.¡±


    The blonde gave a fond smile, brushing her lips to the boy¡¯s cheek as he gently placed her onto her feet.


    The pair quietly redressed one another amid stolen kisses, basking in the new tender intimacy they¡¯d found.


    Now sitting in the chair together, Vincent found purchase in running his fingers through the blonde¡¯s hair as she rested in his lap.


    A soft hum of approval left the girl as she angled her head back to steal one more kiss. With no small amount of regret, she sighed.


    ¡°Unfortunately¡­¡±


    Vincent gave a grunt of disapproval, pressing another kiss to the top of her head.


    ¡°I know¡­¡±


    The blonde rose from her human chair, giving a languid stretch.


    ¡°See you in your room later?¡±


    ¡°Our room,¡± Alice gently corrected the boy. Giving another soft giggle, she leaned forward to brush their noses together. ¡°Now you run along, darling. I¡¯ll be back in your arms before you know it.¡±


    Vincent swallowed, feeling very much as if he were walking on air as he slowly exited the office before making his way down the hall that would lead to the staircase. He would collect Matthew from the medical bay, then eagerly await his girlfriend¡¯s return. He only prayed evening would come soon.


    ****


    Kurt took a sip from his coffee mug he¡¯d retrieved from the medical bay down the hall, leaning back in his chair as he sat at his computer desk.


    So far, the stubborn file had resisted every decryption program at his disposal. However, he¡¯d managed to save a flash-drive containing his own special programs from the other base prior to fleeing. On it, was a decryption program he¡¯d manufactured himself.


    The teen smiled. It would only be a matter of time now. He¡¯d started the scan nearly thirty minutes ago.


    There was a musical tone as the scan concluded, indicating that the folder was now available for opening.


    Kurt smiled to himself, resisting the urge to pat himself on the back. His elation was short-lived, however, as he opened the folder.


    One name blinked upon the screen.


    Kurt blinked, positive he¡¯d merely misread. It was a miracle he hadn¡¯t spit his coffee out in shock.


    That was impossible.


    The brunette swallowed, mind racing as he quickly scrolled through the file. By his calculation, such a thing would have only been possible by artificial means.


    Matthew was six, meaning she would have had to have been only around eleven at the time of the procedure.


    The teen began to sweat, all the pieces beginning to fall uncomfortably into place in his mind. It all made too much sense now: The numerous doctor visits, the blood-work, the injections, extensive monitoring¡­


    She had been¡­chosen.


    Kurt bit his lip. She didn¡¯t know. He knew she didn¡¯t. That was the sort of thing she definitely would have brought up as remembering.


    He shook his head. No, there was no way she knew. She would have likely been knocked out anyway.


    The teen continued to sweat.


    Why? What on earth had Leo been thinking?! Had he truly been so desperate to get her blood flowing through offspring? And why? Why him of all donors?


    The boy bit his lip. It was unsettling. How was he even remotely supposed to tell her? Truth be told, she would likely find it a tasteless prank.


    Running a hand through his raven hair, the teen sighed. He had to try. Regardless, she had the right to know. MATTHEW had the right to know.


    Kurt frowned. The poor kid.


    Slowly pushing out his chair, the teen locked his computer before fleeing the room.


    ****


    Seth swallowed another mouthful from his bottle before setting it down on the small table next to him. He reclined in his chair with a sigh.


    After his altercation with Vincent, he¡¯d scooped up what was left of his pride and hidden himself away in his room.


    He grimaced. Thank God Alice hadn¡¯t seen¡­


    The brunette ran a hand through his short, black hair. He honestly wished he knew where to go from this point. Truthfully, he was a bit frightened of getting lost in the shuffle here.


    She hadn¡¯t even bothered seeking him out since they¡¯d arrived. All it had taken for her to forget about him again was her seeing that boy¡¯s face in the crowd.


    Then she had kissed him¡­right in front of everyone¡­


    God, he was jealous! At that moment, he would have given just about anything to be in the amber-eyed boy¡¯s shoes. There was no doubt about it: Something had changed.


    He wasn¡¯t sure he even wanted to know what all had transpired between them for her to have fallen so desperately in love during her three-month absence. Once again, he assured himself that he would likely be unable to handle it.


    Reaching over, he retrieved his bottle from the table again. He¡¯d been playing this game with himself for the better part of an hour.


    He supposed, if he kept this up, he¡¯d eventually pass out. Not that he minded. At least then he could forget. Forget every image of her with him that he had floating around in his head.


    It was almost cruel the hold she still retained on his heart.


    Another sigh left his lips. He couldn¡¯t wholly blame her. She¡¯d found a wonderful thing in the midst of the bloody chaos that comprised their world: Love.


    Love¡­


    The word echoed through the boy¡¯s head a few more times.


    My heart belongs to another¡­


    Seth shook his head as her words replayed through his memory, burning his heart anew.


    The teen nearly jumped out of his skin as water suddenly splashed his face, causing him to rise from his chair.


    Wide, brown eyes stared into crackling sapphire as the petite blonde twisted the cap back onto the water bottle she held.


    How had he not heard her come in?


    ¡°What were you thinking?¡±


    Seth swallowed, averting his gaze. ¡°A-Alice, I¡­¡± The brunette paused. ¡°I just lost my head.¡±


    Alice folded her arms, her eyes narrowing. ¡°Oh, no, it¡¯s here alright. Lodged straight up your ass.¡±


    The brunette winced.


    ¡°And I¡¯ll tell you one thing for certain: That, right there,¡± she paused, gesturing to the bottle he held, ¡°isn¡¯t going to help you to pry it out.¡±


    ¡°I know¡­¡±


    The blonde gave a defeated sigh as she walked around to sit on the arm of the chair next to him.


    ¡°Look, I know you¡¯re hurt. I¡¯m not asking you not to be. That would be¡­cruel of me.¡±


    Seth turned to face the girl. ¡°I-I don¡¯t blame you, you know? Not really.¡± He paused, swallowing the lump in his throat before continuing. ¡°You, uh, you found love. I¡¯m happy for you.¡±


    Alice quirked a brow. ¡°Yeah? Then look me in the eyes and say that.¡±


    Seth pinched his eyes shut, grimacing. ¡°Damn it, Alice. Please, don¡¯t¡­ Please, don¡¯t ask me to stop loving you. I can¡¯t.¡±


    The blonde blew out a sigh. Rising from the chair, she took the bottle from his hand before making her way over to the sink in the nearby kitchenette.


    ¡°I¡¯m not,¡± she finally replied, dumping the remainder of the bottle¡¯s contents down the drain. ¡°I know all too well that, once you bring yourself to love someone, there¡¯s a part of you that stays with that person¡­whether you want it to or not. Though I¡¯d prefer it be as easy as forcing you to forget and bottle your feelings, I¡¯m afraid that wouldn¡¯t be fair of me either.¡±


    Seth frowned.


    ¡°So I¡¯m going to instead tell you to move on in your own time. What I AM going to make very clear, however, are my priorities,¡± the blonde continued, making her way back over to stand in front of him. ¡°Seth, what you did today put my family at risk. Put the man I treasure most at risk. I can¡¯t have that.¡± Sapphire eyes narrowed. ¡°I WON¡¯T have that. Make no mistake: I will kill to keep what¡¯s mine.¡±


    Seth froze at the sudden chill that entered her voice, giving a meek nod. ¡°Y-Yes, Lieutenant."


    "Commander," she corrected.


    Seth¡¯s eyes widened, though he nodded obediently, amending. ¡°C-Commander.¡±


    Alice nodded her approval. ¡°Good. Consider the subject dropped¡­permanently. Get some rest and sober up, alright?¡±


    Not waiting for a reply, the newly-appointed leader took her leave, leaving a frazzled Seth behind alone with his thoughts once more.


    ****


    Alice gave a sigh as she snuggled into her boyfriend¡¯s embrace. After the tiring day they¡¯d both had, all they¡¯d wanted to do once Matthew had gone to sleep was cuddle in bed together.


    She brushed a kiss to his bare chest, smiling at the small tremor the action provoked.


    Vincent pressed a kiss to her lips, trailing his fingers down her naked back to her tailbone. The soft whimper he earned tugged his lips into a smile as he felt the young woman shift, moving to lean over him.


    A knock at the door drew a growl of frustration from the blonde, causing her boyfriend to chuckle.


    Slipping back into her panties, Alice redressed herself in Vincent¡¯s gray t-shirt and waited for the boy to tug his pants back on before trudging to the door.


    Cracking open the door, the blonde yelped as Kurt pushed his way in.


    ¡°Hey, I brought those papers you requested on Matthew, and there¡¯s something you should-¡± the teen trailed off, finally taking notice of the moment he¡¯d clearly interrupted. He averted his gaze, rolling his eyes. ¡°know.¡±


    Grateful that her brother had shone tact by not commenting on the matter, Alice took the papers from him before making her way over to the table in the kitchen.


    Kurt awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. Vincent stared at him as he remained in his spot sitting on the bed.


    ¡°Well? I take it you¡¯re coming in?¡±


    Kurt gave a sour frown, but said nothing before moving to follow Alice into the kitchen. She had just finished applying her signature to the paper as he took a seat across from her.


    Vincent arrived in the kitchen after. Taking the paper from the table, he scanned it briefly before applying his own title.


    Kurt¡¯s eyes widened. Alice taking on Matthew was something he could understand, but Vincent¡­ Vincent was taking on the responsibility of a child that was most definitely not his own.


    ¡°You, uh, sure about that, Vincent? You do realize what you just signed, right?¡±


    Amber eyes stared at the scientist for a moment.


    ¡°The piece of paper that is going to keep these people from trying to separate my family,¡± the brunette finally replied.


    Alice smiled warmly at her boyfriend before turning her attention back to her brother. ¡°You were saying there was something we needed to know?¡±


    Kurt shook his head, quickly reaching into the pocket of his white lab coat to retrieve a second paper. ¡°Right. Here.¡±


    Alice frowned, scanning it briefly. ¡°What is this?¡±


    Kurt swallowed, steeling himself. ¡°Matthew¡¯s results. Where is he, by the way?¡±


    ¡°Sleeping,¡± Vincent returned, ¡°Now what¡¯s going on?¡±


    Kurt looked away for a moment. Drawing in a deep breath, he turned back to face his sister. ¡°It turns out that Matthew was already in the system.¡±


    Alice nodded. Far from unusual. After all, the boy had been conceived and birthed through The Program. ¡°Not exactly a surprise. He¡¯s Madison¡¯s.¡±


    Kurt looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. ¡°W-Well, about that¡­ His blood type actually doesn¡¯t match is the only thing.¡±


    Alice quirked a brow. ¡°Meaning?¡±


    Kurt swallowed. ¡°Well, offspring always share a blood type with one of their parents.¡±


    Vincent shrugged. ¡°So he has his father¡¯s blood type. What does it matter?¡±


    ¡°No, he doesn¡¯t.¡±


    Alice and Vincent both froze, exchanging a glance.


    ¡°You found his father?¡± the blonde asked after a moment, her tone clearly apprehensive.


    Kurt bit his lip. ¡°I¡¯ve got the name.¡±


    Vincent frowned, folding his arms. ¡°Kurt, out with it. Is he or is he not Madison¡¯s son?¡±


    The scientist averted his gaze. ¡°N-Not biologically.¡±


    ¡°What?¡± Alice questioned, brows furrowing. The boy wasn¡¯t making any sense at all. Matthew had to be Madison¡¯s son. He¡¯d told them so himself.


    Kurt raised his gaze to his sister finally. ¡°Alice, Madison Fairchild was Matthew¡¯s surrogate mother. Matthew¡¯s biological mother is the one whose blood type he shares.¡± He paused, carefully taking her hand within his own. ¡°Someone¡­with type A positive blood¡­¡±


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed. Surely he didn¡¯t mean¡­


    ¡°B-But type A positive isn¡¯t rare¡­is it?¡±


    Alice felt her body go numb as Kurt failed to answer, his eyes instead boring into her own.


    ¡°Alice¡­you have a son. You are Matthew¡¯s true mother.¡±

 Chapter 33: Truth and Lies

    Chapter 33: Truth and Lies


    ¡°Th-tha-that¡¯s¡­that¡¯s impossible,¡± the blonde stammered, her hands beginning to shake as she fell back into her chair.


    There was a mistake. It had to be a mistake.


    ¡°Not with the means of artificial insemination,¡± Kurt returned.


    Vincent frowned, folding his arms. ¡°Not that I know what that is, but wouldn¡¯t Alice be too young? Matthew¡¯s six, correct?¡±


    ¡°Artificial insemination. That¡¯s when an egg is fertilized by alternative means,¡± Kurt clarified. ¡°Typically, it¡¯s used to impregnate a woman who, otherwise, would be unable to conceive. Quite ingenious, actually. Not sure why you were never made aware of the possibility, Alice, now that I think about it.¡± Turning his attention to Vincent then, he nodded. ¡°And you¡¯re correct. He is six, meaning Alice would have been around eleven. Not unusual. As long as the subject is pubescent, the chance for viability is there. All that¡¯s really necessary at that point is for the fertilized egg to survive being transferred into the host body.¡±


    The blonde swallowed, slowly shaking her head back and forth as she wrestled with the task of processing. She vaguely remembered eavesdropping on a conversation of a similar nature held between a physician and Leo.


    Sapphire eyes widened.


    ¡°Kurt, who¡¯s the father?¡±


    The brunette looked away, obviously more than a little uncomfortable. ¡°It¡­it doesn¡¯t matter.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Now you hold on a minute. She has a right to know!¡±


    Kurt frowned. ¡°Just a dead man that makes no difference in the grand scheme of things now.¡±


    Vincent blew out a sigh. He supposed that statement was correct. Sparing a glance at his girlfriend, he felt his heart ache. She was sitting with her head in her hands now, still visibly trembling.


    ¡°Look, you signed the papers, right? No one is going to take him from you now,¡± Kurt assured as he reached over to take one of his sister¡¯s hands in his own.


    Alice nodded, drawing in a shaky breath.


    After a moment, Kurt stood. ¡°For what it¡¯s worth, I think he¡¯s extremely lucky.¡±


    With a slight nod in Vincent¡¯s direction, the scientist took his leave of the pair.


    Now left alone with their thoughts, the couple sat in silence for a moment as they continued processing.


    Vincent gave a sympathetic frown as the lights dimmed, sparing a glance at the blonde. He couldn¡¯t blame her. As shocked as he was, the teen could only imagine her perspective. His brows furrowed. ¡°A-Alice, I-¡±


    ¡°They never told me,¡± the blonde¡¯s murmur cut him off. ¡°I was told I¡¯d never be¡­¡±


    Vincent reached across the table to take one of the girl¡¯s hands in his own. He lovingly brushed the pad of his thumb along her knuckles, frowning at the, still visible, injury that marred her skin from where she¡¯d been struck with the metal pipe prior to their escape from the prison.


    ¡°That infernal program is going. I¡¯ll see to that tomorrow at the meeting.¡±


    Vincent cocked his head. ¡°Program?¡±


    Alice sighed, squeezing his hand. She honestly wasn¡¯t sure she even wanted to burden the boy with the knowledge. However, she supposed he ultimately had the right to know, especially if she proved unsuccessful in her attempts to abolish it.


    ¡°It was a system Leo started a long time ago, back before he even adopted me, as a way for the poorer women in society to get by alongside growing our numbers. We would send scouts out to them and extend them an offer. They could select any of our soldiers to conceive a child with, and we would pay for them to have a comfortable life. In return, if the child showed signs of manifesting powers, they would be raised into a soldier for The Resistance.¡±


    Vincent¡¯s brows furrowed, resisting the horrified gasp that bubbled up in his throat. They were breeding soldiers? It all made sense now. The amount of youthful faces that comprised The Resistance was by design not coincidence.


    ¡°T-That¡¯s-¡±


    ¡°Appalling,¡± the blonde stated flatly, another sigh escaping her pale lips.


    Vincent¡¯s eyes widened as full realization dawned on him. ¡°Wait, does that mean that¡­you could be requested now? Or me? You said they could request anyone, right?¡±


    ¡°I won¡¯t let that happen!¡± Alice snapped, squeezing his hand for emphasis.


    The lights gave a violent, flickering display.


    The blonde looked away, no doubt ashamed of her outburst.


    Vincent gave the girl a look of sympathy and regret. He could only imagine the stress she was currently under. The last thing he intended was to put additional pressure on her. Though he definitely had his concerns, he trusted her.


    Rising from his chair, the brunette pulled his girlfriend to her feet. Brushing his lips to her knuckles, he offered her a tender smile. ¡°It¡¯s getting late, Commander. I think we¡¯ve both had enough stress for one day. Matthew is safe with us, and I¡¯m not going anywhere.¡±


    Alice couldn¡¯t help the small smile of her own as he gently tugged on her hand then, leading her in the direction of the bed they shared.


    Her cheeks darkened.


    Tomorrow could wait. For now, she had her own ideas concerning activities for alleviating stress. And, apparently, so did he.


    ****


    The redhead scanned the report she held, hazel eyes widening as she quickened her pace down the hall. Reaching a large door at the top of the staircase she ascended, she knocked.


    ¡°Yeah, come in!¡± a deep voice bellowed.


    Reina Ashford grimaced. It sounded like the commander was already in a mood, and her news certainly would not help with that. Drawing in a deep breath, she pushed the door open.


    Seated at the desk in the back-right corner of the room was a rather broad man with thick, ebony hair. The left side of his face bore a scar just above his eye.


    The brunette looked up, running a finger over his thick, black mustache as he regarded the girl with no small amount of irritation at the interruption to his work. ¡°Yes, what is it, Admiral Ashford?¡±


    Reina cleared her throat. ¡°Well, it seems that we¡¯ve lost the Pheora base, sir. Commander Leo¡¯s convoy was apparently destroyed en route to the Ridgeport Base. We¡¯ve lost contact.¡±


    Commander Victor¡¯s head raised, his face nearly going purple as he stood. ¡°What?! Why wasn¡¯t I notified?!¡±


    Reina winced at the tone. ¡°We only just now received the report. Apparently, the Ridgeport base has been without communication for quite some time.¡±


    Victor appeared thoughtful for a moment. ¡°Do we know how many survivors?¡±


    Reina glanced at the paper she held once more. ¡°Stein reports around three hundred.¡±


    Thomas Victor stroked his mustache again in thought. ¡°And the report on Derwent¡¯s convoy was verified?¡±


    Another nod from the redhead.


    Victor gave a grunt in the back of his throat. ¡°We need a better assessment of the situation. While the Pheora base is an unfortunate loss, it could be a fantastic opportunity for us. Prepare to move out. I want you on an airship first thing in the morning. You will go to the Ridgeport base and oversee the repairs to the communication system.¡±


    Reina pursed her lips, but nodded in obedience. With Commander Victor, no was never an option. ¡°R-Right away, Sir.¡±


    Victor waved the girl off then. ¡°Very well. That will be all, Ashford. You¡¯ll keep me briefed on the situation.¡±


    The commander could hardly keep the smile from his face as the door closed behind the girl. With Derwent gone, nothing would stop him from taking complete control of The Resistance. Stein was a doddering, old fool with zero experience in military operations. He would offer him no opposition.


    With The Order in shambles, it was the perfect time. If he played his cards right¡­


    It was time for a new order to be born from the ashes.


    ****


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    A soft sigh left the blonde¡¯s lips as she leaned back into the warm body pressed against her back, immensely enjoying the hot water running over the both of them.


    Her reward was the trailing of fingertips over her bare hips. Velvet lips ghosted down her neck to her shoulder, leaving a stream of kisses in their wake.


    The blonde sighed again. She was quite positive that nothing on Earth compared to the boy¡¯s touch. Tilting her head back, she eagerly accepted as his lips left her throat in favor of her own.


    A soft squeeze to her hips drew a whimper from the girl.


    Slowly drawing back, the blonde tipped her head back down, concealing the smile tugging at her lips. Though a part of her felt guilty for waking him so early, there was a definite benefit to the prompt rise.


    With Matthew having yet to awaken, they were free to become lost in their affections for the time being.


    The lips quickly returned to her neck, this time trailing upward toward her ear.


    Alice chewed her bottom lip lightly as his hands drifted up to her breasts. It was the moments such as these that she wished would last forever. She could feel his hardness against her. Angling her arm back, she gently took him in her hand.


    Almost immediately the boy trembled, a soft gasp leaving his lips to caress her ear.


    The blonde gave a gentle squeeze, smiling fondly as her name immediately fell from the boy¡¯s lips in a whispered rush of passion.


    Her world shifted as the room suddenly spun. She drew in a deep breath as she found herself lost in a sea of molten gold once more. The sound of her own heartbeat in her ears was nearly deafening as she felt him gently lift her. With her feet now firmly placed upon the rim of the tub, her back rested against the wall as he carefully aligned them.


    A flood of warmth surged through her as he joined them. Her eyes closed as his name left her lips in a shuddering whisper.


    He slowly began to move, drawing a soft whimper from the blonde.


    She trembled. Oh, if only every day could begin like this¡­


    Hands traveled down the length of her sides, evoking shivers in their wake as they made their way down to her hips before curving around to her backside to give a soft squeeze.


    Another whimper escaped her as her back arched on its own accord.


    Soft lips ghosted down her throat, drawing a pleasant sigh.


    ¡°I love you so much.¡±


    The lips traveled to her ear then, gently nipping her earlobe in answer. ¡°Love you more, darling.¡±


    Alice shivered at the warm breath against her ear. She was positive she¡¯d never felt such a way before.


    Truth be told, she would be lying if she were to say that she wasn¡¯t the least bit frightened by the intensity of her own emotions. It seemed the more love he gave, the more she desired.


    Her grip on the boy¡¯s shoulders tightened as he pressed deeper, drawing a whimpering moan from her lips.


    The blonde¡¯s heart skipped a beat. ¡°Pl-Please¡­¡±


    Being perfectly honest, she wasn¡¯t entirely sure if the plea was for him to bring her to release or to prolong their sensual game. Either way, she knew she wasn¡¯t going to last much longer.


    Head spinning, his name fell from her lips once more.


    The teen was left nearly seeing stars a moment later, quivering as her body tensed before slumping limply against the wall, Vincent echoing her whimpering cry.


    For a moment, the lovers simply rested against one another.


    Vincent groaned, a shudder running down his spine as he carefully placed the girl back onto her shaky feet. A chuckle vibrated his chest as he grinned a fox¡¯s grin.


    The blonde met his warm gaze with one of her own.


    Early start or not, they definitely could get used to this sort of wakeup call.


    ****


    ¡°You can¡¯t be serious!¡±


    ¡°Since when did The Resistance have a woman as commander?¡±


    Hiro Tanaka winced at the harsh protests, sparing an apologetic glance at the blonde as she rolled her eyes.


    Honestly, it was nothing new. She had been dealing with nothing but protests her entire military career. Some only needed a show of power to earn their validation. Others warranted a swift kick in the teeth in order to dislodge their heads from their rears.


    ¡°I¡¯m not taking any orders from a woman. Let alone one younger than me,¡± the brown-haired man seated at the table in the meeting room quipped, shaking his head. ¡°Victor would have my nuts on an ice cream sandwich.¡±


    Alice glared at the older brunette as he began shuffling the papers upon the desk. The lighting in the room began to flicker as she felt the heat travel up her spine and into her hand.


    The brunette yelped in pain as the papers he held suddenly burst into flame, causing him to toss them to the floor where he began stomping on them.


    For a moment, the room fell silent, save for the brunette¡¯s muttered cursing as he shook his hands for relief.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know if you¡¯ve noticed, but Commander Victor isn¡¯t here; I am. Perhaps you should worry less about people who aren¡¯t here, and start being more concerned with the ones who are. Now I believe we all have more important things to attend to than antiquated trash-talk,¡± the blonde coldly replied as she took a seat at the table.


    Julius spared a glance at the girl now seated next to him, shrugging as an amused smile tugged at his lips. ¡°I¡¯m afraid she does have a point, Nathan.¡±


    The injured brunette glared. ¡°Yeah, well, my point still stands. Women can¡¯t control their outbursts."


    Alice looked up, locking eyes with the belligerent soldier. ¡°Oh, I assure you that was controlled. Next time, I¡¯ll just skip straight to creating a human torch. Now are you going to follow orders, or does the cleaning detail need a new orderly?¡±


    The brunette grumbled under his breath, averting his gaze.


    Alice nodded her approval. ¡°Good. Now, if we¡¯re all done with the dick-measuring contests, I¡¯d like to address a few matters at hand.¡±


    Julius and the blond, male soldier seated to his left shared a glance but said nothing, allowing the commander to proceed.


    ¡°First off, if this is going to work, then we¡¯re going to have to work together. A lot of you will now be managing teams way larger than what you¡¯re used to, and I can respect that it¡¯s not going to necessarily be easy.¡±


    The blond admiral next to Julius, a boy in his mid-twenties by the name of Cameron, sighed. ¡°And what do we do if your people refuse the new leadership? A lot of commanding officers were lost at the Pheora base from what I¡¯m told.¡±


    Alice shrugged. ¡°What do you do with your own dissenters? This isn¡¯t rocket science. If there¡¯s a problem within the ranks, we¡¯ll iron it out together. Personally, I think it¡¯s about time we pulled together. The timing couldn¡¯t be more perfect.¡±


    Julius nodded. ¡°That is true. The capital is in chaos right now. If we play our cards right, we may actually see the end of this war. I say it¡¯s a perfect time to discuss launching an assault.¡±


    Cameron shook his head. ¡°Well, shouldn¡¯t we be holding council then?¡±


    ¡°Absolutely not,¡± Alice returned, folding her arms. ¡°I think there¡¯s way better tactics at our disposal right now that would better benefit us rather than get into another bloody skirmish at the expense of our men.¡±


    Julius folded his arms, frowning.


    Stein, who had wisely remained silent up until now, absently stroked his mustache. ¡°What exactly did you have in mind?¡±


    ¡°Personally, I think public relations would be our best asset at the moment. With the emperor gone, The Order is more likely to lose direction,¡± Alice replied. ¡°What better way to sway the people than to show we¡¯re the ones who truly care?¡±


    Nathan scowled. ¡°Or it could just make us look like a bunch of bleeding hearts. I say we do nothing without Commander Victor¡¯s approval.¡±


    Alice shrugged. ¡°This isn¡¯t Victor¡¯s base, so it ultimately isn¡¯t his call.¡±


    The brunette glared. ¡°He¡¯s a well-respected man. He was my superior for four years-¡±


    ¡°Then perhaps you should be shipped back to his base. Stein and I are the ones calling the shots here, not Victor,¡± Alice quipped, cutting the admiral off. She and Stein exchanged a glance.


    The aged commander nodded. ¡°I have to agree with Commander Lynheart. I¡¯m not saying that Commander Victor isn¡¯t a respectable man, but he¡¯s less knowledgeable on the way things are run here.¡±


    ¡°With all due respect, Commander Lynheart is too green to be determining much of anything!¡± Nathan snapped in retort.


    No one in the room spoke as Alice rose from her chair then. All eyes were trained on the young woman as she slowly lifted the burgundy shirt of the uniform she wore, revealing the large, stitched gash running the length of her left side.


    Hiro grimaced, looking away.


    Julius remained silent while the other two admirals seated at the table exchanged a glance.


    ¡°I think I¡¯ve given more than my fair share of blood for the cause, thank you.¡±


    Stein cleared his throat. ¡°Quite. I believe we need to properly weigh our options before making any rash decisions. For now, Commander Lynheart¡¯s proposal stands. We will be reaching out to the local verified friendly communities to establish rapport.¡±


    Nathan grumbled under his breath, but said nothing as he slouched down in his chair.


    Receiving a nod of approval then, the blonde commander took that as her cue to continue. ¡°The next item for discussion is Commander Victor¡¯s questionable dealings in Deinan.¡±


    ¡°What?! Commander Victor is a seasoned veteran of this war! If you¡¯re implying what I think you are, that¡¯s treason!¡± Nathan barked, rising from his chair.


    ¡°Now, hold on, Commander Lynheart,¡± Stein intervened. ¡°What are you talking about? This is the first I¡¯ve heard of this matter.¡±


    Alice shrugged. ¡°Exactly as it implies. I have insider information that points to Victor being in with some of the higher-ups in the capital.¡±


    Stein frowned. ¡°Well, this definitely raises suspicion. However, I wouldn¡¯t exactly count it as hard evidence of treachery.¡±


    Alice raised a brow. ¡°The information comes from Fort Brein. The informant also correctly recited the location of Victor¡¯s base.¡±


    ¡°Lies!¡± Nathan shouted.


    ¡°Enough!¡± Stein barked. Heaving a heavy sigh, he ran a hand through his graying hair. ¡°This certainly poses a problem. If what you say is true, then we could have a security breach the likes of which we¡¯ve never seen.¡±


    Alice nodded, ignoring the glares Nathan sent in her direction. ¡°Precisely why I believe all of his contacts should be properly vetted prior to admittance onto the base until further notice, and all information prescreened.¡±


    Stein nodded in agreement. ¡°There was a communications expert from his base expected to arrive this morning, but it would appear that something came up and she will be delayed.¡±


    Alice sighed. ¡°Very well. I trust I will be informed as soon as you know when she¡¯s set to arrive?¡±


    ¡°Of course, Commander,¡± Stein assured as he rose from his chair. ¡°Now, I propose we adjourn this meeting for the time being. I have a few matters now that I wish to look into.¡±


    Alice frowned, though she gave her affirmation. There were plenty of other things that she had planned on discussing at this meeting, but she supposed there would be plenty of other opportunities. At least she had gotten Stein to agree to a temporary halt to The Program prior to their meeting.


    In lieu of the circumstances surrounding her newly-discovered son, the blonde felt it was the least he could do.


    Now finding herself alone in the meeting room, the teen stretched her arms above her head as she allowed a long yawn to finally escape her. It was still only mid-morning, and she could already tell that today was surely going to be as draining as the day prior.