"Remember Savage, you have one week. Use it wisely."

"Yes, brother"

The yellow-skinned Zabrak nodded and watched the ship took off. His brother would only say his name when he saw him as a brother not an apprentice - which happened in a very rare occasion.

Savage continued to watch the ship took off for two more minutes before he pulled the hood of the coat over his head and started walking. His brother dropped him off in the forest near a small town to prevent from having an unwanted attention.

The Zabrak enjoyed his journey through the forest. The forest was pure from both civilization and toxics from town. Others might dislike the wildness of nature and wildlife but Savage cherished it. It's not because his name was relates to wildness or his people being described in Galactic Species book as being near 'primitive'. For Savage, technology wasn't what brought any species away from the word 'primitive', conscious minds were. His tribe knew about technology and stuffs liked that, but they just preferred a different way of life like being close to nature. Wildness was in their blood since nature created them. And in Savage opinion, they should embrace it than try to hide it from prying eyes.

Two large flying raccoon flew over his head. Their high-pitched mating calls could break a glass if used carefully. Savage stopped to watch them flying around for a moment. They amused him a bit. But he knew too well about what their razor teeth could do if he was not careful. So after a moment of watching those two creatures, Savage continued his travel.

This planet was in an outer rim of the galaxy. The name is CX112. It had nothing interesting for both the Separatists and the Republic. The primitive people here looked like a walking lobster with kangaroo's legs covered in chitin.

CX112 was discovered first by one of crime syndicates in the outer rim. First they set this planet up as their base. And then they built a town, hoping to find new source of incomes more than from plundering and kidnapping some famous persons' wives or children.

This plan for new sources of income had proved to be their great success. Now CX112 was one of the top 50 most visited planets of the outer rim by brothels, tablelands, casinos and entertainments. The town expanded as time passed. And it was known as a famous place where bounty hunters could enjoy and spend lots of credits they had earned.

The criminals who now controlled and governed the city had very less problems to deal with. Even the primitive people of CX112 didn't cause much trouble. 'Moitsakazrefraz' or 'Moi' for short were what they were called. The Moitsakazrefraz did not enjoy the civilization of the invaders but they could do nothing. But as long as the 'invaders' did not trespass their territories, the Moi could still tolerate the city.

Savage started to smell the scent of the city and people when he was near the rim of the forest. He came here for a reason and he had one week. His brother would not allow more than that.

The city came to his sight after an hour of walking. Artificial lights glowed in the dark of the night and made eerier lights and shadows on the wood surrounded the city. This city was still on expanding and building new brunches because the business here went so well. Savage knew half of the forest around here would not last more than ten years. But the future of the forest was not his concern.

He reached the outskirt of the city after two hours of leisurely walking. The outskirt of this side was an airport and hangers for ships. The people here paid him no attention as there were a lot of Zabrak bounty hunters living on the outer rim.

Savage made his way to a 4 stars hotel located nearest to the airport. He handed some credits to the employee at the register and they immediately treated him like a prince even when he dressed like an ordinary Zabrak bounty hunter.

The room was good. It had a well decorated bathroom and large bedroom. Savage sat on the mattress and let his gaze wandered around the room and let his mind drifted into his memory, thinking about the reason why he was here.

Savage had somehow survived Sidious's attack. He recovered and lived on. However, he had his consciousness back after the death of Mother Talzin when the plan to take out Sidious failed and made his brother on the run again. Savage did not know how Maul managed to put his body in a recovery tank and hid him from the galaxy for so long until they reached Corascant. But he was glad his brother did this for him. Maul was not a person who often expressed care and love.

-Flashback-

When Savage first woke up, he was in the care of a healer. She was a Jedi, and it took the presence of Maul to calm him down before Savage started attacking in panic even when he was still in a recovering tank. Maul explained to him that they would change side. They were now with the Jedi.

And then there was that brown hair Jedi Savage remembered cutting off his arm walking into the room. The Jedi exchanged some words with Maul and his brother nodded. That Jedi then took a glance at him and walked out of the room, leaving them both alone.

Maul then told Savage that he had realized what true power was. But his brother didn't tell him what it was. He only said that they would ally themselves with the Jedi because now they had the same enemy. They both wanted Sidious dead.

And that's how the story went. Savage continued his recovering in the medical bay while Maul made plans with Jedis. Maul even taught some Jedi about material arts and some stuffs he learnt from Sidious. And after Savage had made a full recovery he shared what he learnt from Dooku to the Jedis too, by Maul's command of course.

But they were not the only one giving. The Jedis also shared their knowledge with them. And somehow Savage had to accept their wisdoms and how most of them forgave him about Adi Gallia's death. The Jedi name Kit Fisto even liked to hang out with him sometimes, always telling him that both Maul and Savage could have made good Jedis if the dark side hadn't reached them first.

To cut it short, they cooperated with the Jedi and confronted Sidious.

Some of the Jedi died in the fight but Sidious was now dead by Yoda's hand. However, the former dark lord still managed to take out one of Yoda's arm before Yoda stabbed him in the heart. And the Council of Coruscant agreed to blame this on the Separatist than to tell the truth to the public and had everyone in the Republic suspected that other dark lords might be walking among them or even governing them.

But Count Dooku had escaped, so the war between the Republic and the Separatist still went on. But both Savage and Maul had nothing to do with the war now. Maul had exchanged their cooperation with a promise from the Jedi that they would not go after Maul and Savage anymore, or as long as they both abandoned the way of the Sith, kept low profiles and did their dirty business only in the Outer Rim. His brother agreed to all terms and Savage also agreed with him.

So after Sidious's death, they got a ship and set their destination to Dathomir.

Maul wanted to restore the order and be a new leader of their tribe in Dathomir, to build a new tribe that would not allow the Nightsisters to dominate them. Maul said they would live equally and Savage supported him. He had no liking to slavery. And with Mother Talzin's death, it's easier to set up a new culture for the clan.

As Savage and Maul had expected, the start wasn't easy. The Nightsisters did not accept them as the Nightbrothers did. It's not in Dathomir's culture for the female to follow the male.

But their main problem was Gethzerion, a Nighsisters who wanted to take control of the Nightsisters clan after Talzin's death. Maul knew Gethzerion was going to rule the clan with an iron fist. And he wouldn't allow it to happen. Gethzerion also wasn't very popular within the Nightsisters. They viewed her as a power hungry witch who lack the compassion for her own comrades, friends and family.

Gethzerion was strong, but Maul had known the depth of the darkness she did not have a chance to even touch. After an epic battle for leadership, Maul killed her and went on with his plan.

And after the fallen of Gethzerion, there was another Nightsister who wanted to rule the clan. Her name was Kyrisa. This time Maul did not fight the battle for leadership. He sent Savage in. Kyrisa wasn't as powerful as Gethzerion.

And after a long brutal fight, Savage won and Kyrisa died.

After Gethzerion's death and Kyrisa destroyed, the rest of the Nightbrothers and Nightsisters that survived the war followed Maul's order willingly.

However, the reason why the Nightsister followed Maul and Savage wasn't only because they two powerful witches. But the Nightsisters also followed Maul and Savage because both of them were 'Death-Cheaters'. By one of the old tales of Dathomir, Death-Cheater – male or female – were born to lead.

Biologically, 'Death-Cheater' was a name given to a Zabrak who could survive even with a heart or half of the body destroyed. Their physical abilities were also 2-3 times better than normal Zabraks. If both of their hearts were destroyed or their bodies had received fatal injuries, they would go into an extremely deep sleep –a coma, and would stay that way until their hearts or bodies had regenerated. And it's not too exaggerated to say that the only way to kill Death-Cheaters was to destroy their brains.

Death-Cheaters were very rare. Their super-Zabrak abilities could be transmitted through genetic but most of them were Death-Cheaters by mutation when they were just zygotes. All Death-Cheater were force-sensitive, unknown to the history but 50% of them became a Jedi or a Sith.

Some Death-Cheaters also possessed intelligence that gave them higher ground from the start. Savage experienced this himself. After he found out he was a Death-Cheater, he felt a lot calmer and more collective.

However, this hidden ability of Death-Cheaters such as an ability to regenerate their organs would awake only after the Death-Cheater had received fatal injuries or a long brutal torment. Some of Death-Cheaters died without knowing they're Death-Cheaters, died without knowing their true potential. And if Savage wasn't stabbed by Sidious, he would not have known.

Savage discovered that he was a Death-Cheater after he had awakened after his long coma. Maul told him. His older brother also discovered about his true hidden abilities after he escaped from Sidious' prison by the helped of his Death Watcher minions.

-End of Flashback-

Back to the present, Savage was still gazing into the blank space ahead of him. He was thinking about a mate.

Death-Cheaters had an ability to sense their lifetime mate. They would devote themselves to their mates no matter what happened. And Death-Cheaters would know who were their lifetime mates the minute they spotted them. And all Death-Cheaters also possessed an ability to impregnate Zabraks and humans who had the same sex as them. They're also a territorial bastard, once they owned something or someone – it's almost impossible to make them let go if they're unwilling to.

Savage had sensed his mate. He went out to search for a month until he found this planet. His mate was here, somewhere in this city full of chaos.

His brother gave him one week to seek out his mate. However, Savage had a feeling that Maul was also giving himself one week of seeking something out. Savage sensed that Maul had some space in his heart for that Jedi, Obi-Wan Kenobi, more than a rage that had turned into a mutual respect. Savage had suspected that Obi-Wan might be his brother's lifetime mate, but he didn't dare ask.

The yellow-skinned Zabrak pushed his brother out of his mind. Maul's business was something he would not pry on unless it had something to do with him or the new tribe they're creating - even when he had a feeling that his brother was going to mate Obi-Wan someday though.

Savage closed his eyes and concentrated. He sensed that his mate was near. He got up and changed his clothes, deciding to change into something lighter. His lightsaber was well hidden under his long outer shirt. He looked at his reflection in the mirror before nodding and walked out.

Feral woke up with cold sweat all over his body. His nightmare woke him up as usual. It was the very same nightmare that kept waking him up for years.

Nightmare about the night Savage killed him.

Feral brought his shaky hand up to his neck. Feral examined it carefully before he let his unstable hand touched his neck softy, at the area where those large hands had squeezed. The touch still sent panic and shivers down his spine. He jerked his hand out like it was on fire. His panting echoed the quiet room.

The skinny Zabrak sighed and dragged himself out of the bed. He got up and made his way to the bathroom.

The Nightsisters dumped him in the garage outside their fortress after Savage snapped his neck. What they did not know was that Feral was still alive. He woke up when the rubbish collector ship reached CX112.

Feral was semiconscious when he dragged himself out. Feral made himself to the nearest street which was a district of scavengers and beggars. He looked sick enough to blend in with them and had no problem fitting in at that stage.

His throat healed in 5 weeks. Feral no longer felt the pain and the bruises were all gone. But what wouldn't fully heal was his voice. He could not shout and sometime even whispering made his throat hurt like hell.

Feral used the credits he had earned while pretending to be a beggar to find himself a room to stay. And after cleaning up he went out looking for a job. Feral didn't think about how long he would b staying. He just knew that he had to earn enough credits in case he had to flee.

Finally, Feral got a job in a pub near his place. 'Madame Ravenna dancing club' was the name. It paid well for him who had no interest in spending money than for buying food and paying the rent.

His job was easy, cleaning. He came before the pub opened, cleaned what needed to be cleaned or left from his co-workers for him to clean. When the pub opened, Feral collected the used glasses and cleaned the table after the customer had left. And after closing time, he scrubbed the floor and tables clean. Sometimes he had to help watch the dishes in case the dish washer stopped working.

His co-workers liked Feral because he could not talk much. Well, every employee here knew that he could not talk much. For his co-workers - it meant they could tell him to do their tasks without his arguing. And Feral decided to just let them gave him whatever jobs their wanted. He did not want to make enemy or raised any attention to him. He preferred to be a coward, an omega dog in a wolf pack rather than fighting for his life and got attentions to himself.

Some of the dancers and waiters also liked him – especially girls. Feral was polite by nature. Most of the girls here had endured filthy and dirty words all their shifts, also mystery hands trying to grab their asses or breasts. So despite his caring and understanding eyes - they were very happy to find that Feral would always listen to their complaining and cursing about the customers. And what made them liked Feral most was that he would not talk much and no one would be interested in listening to him, meant that he would not sell them out.

Still, there was still another type of dancers who enjoyed having Feral around for other reasons. If the pub was a wolf pack, Feral would be an omega wolf while these dancers were alpha wolves. They were special dancers who rarely performed on stage. But when they're out, it meant 'Lap Dance time'. They usually perform a lap dance only for VIP customers in private rooms, and would perform a lap dance once a week for lucky customers that caught their eyes when they came to dance on stage. Their shows were always alluring and extremely sexy.

This type of girls always enjoyed bitching and ordering Feral around. In the employee's social ranks, cleaner was the lowest rank of all. And Feral had the lowest rank in all cleaners here. So it's very normal to see Feral being around to get them something or cleaned their shoes, heals, feet or whatever before and after their show.

Feral did not mind being ordered around. Of course he did not like extra-tasks that did not give him credits. But if it made him looked plain and unworthy for attention, he was more than willing to endure.

Today was like those days before. Feral got up because of the nightmare dragged himself to the bathroom. He had just 4 hours sleep but he did not mind. He washed his face and cleaned his teeth before taking a shower. It was still 8 hours before he had to be at the pub, so Feral decided that a short nap before work was okay.

He arrived at the pub on time. It's just 5 minutes walk from his place. The bartenders were already there when he arrived. They smiled at him and Feral smiled back. These two Nautolans were very friendly and easy going. But Feral had witnessed what would happen to the people who messed with them. Even the Devaronian guards of the pub were scared of them if they're in bad mood. However, they're still the coworkers he liked most.

"Hi, how are you this afternoon?"

Jeret, a light brown male Nautolan bartender greeted him when he walked in. He was one of the friendliest employees of the pub when he wasn't in a bad mood.

"Good," Feral nodded "and I'm ready for work."

"You don't have to be early every day you know," Janeta, Jeret's sister and also a bartender said while arranging the glasses on the counter "that cold-blood has never been early."

"I cannot do that," Feral shook his head "Mister Rakza wants me to be on time every day even when he isn't here."

"Oh, just ignore him." Janeta waved her hand when Feral mentioned about the head of the cleaners. He was a mean Fondarian who liked to boss Feral around just like the special dancers. And Jeneta always told him to 'shut the fuck up and do a fucking work' whenever she heard him bossing Feral around.

"That bastard is a coward." Jeret added. Liked his sister, Jeret always told Rakza to shut up whenever he heard the Fondarian bossing Feral around.

"He's not that bad." Feral murmured and walked to the back door with 'Staff Only' printed on it. However, he still heard Janeta harsh words commented on other coworkers of the pub.

"Yeah, if you compare him to those special 'whore' dancers…"

Feral sighed. He knew the head of the cleaners was a bastard and a dirty man who loved to grab any asses that came near him. Male or female's was not the problem for Rakza at all, that guy could take just anyone to warm his bed. And the only thing that prevented Feral's haunch from those filthy hands was because Rakza feared he might fight back. Being a Zabrak gave Feral an advantage, everyone knew his specie was built to be a fighter. Even when Rakzu always bossed him around, Feral knew the older man was still afraid he might cross the line.

At the Staff room, Feral put his dinner he brought from the nearby store in his locker and put on an apron. Tonight was going to pass like other nights before, even when his instinct telling him that something was going to happen tonight.

The night went on and Feral tried to find some fun in the job he was doing as always. He was called to the special dancers' room as always and was sent out with pile of heels they ordered him to clean. Feral knew he was a cleaner not a maid, but he did it nonetheless.

The special dancers was gossiping about tonight special guess when Feral returned to them with their heels. He also had heard that tonight the pub was going to have a special guess - a super VIP of sort, who wanted to have all eyes on him when he was here. That meant he would not be in the VIP room, but sitting in the main hall with other customers.

The girls' gossiping had Feral knew this VIP guest had booked the table that would allow the best view from the stage. So the owner of the pub immediately changed the schedule of tonight shows from normal to shows from their special dancers. Feral guessed this VIP customer must be very important to them. But Feral didn't stay around them for long. He had a feeling that they would start giving him tasks after tasks again.

After returning the special dancers their high-heeled shoes which were scrubbed clean, Feral went back to his normal chores. He wished tonight to end quickly because Janeta and Jeret promised him a drink after work.

The building in front of him was huge and well decorated. A sign above a large double door read 'Madame Ravenna dancing club'. The loud music that came out told him how the atmosphere inside was. This was the place for drinkers or someone who wanted to pick a nice girl to warm their beds.

Savage dislike the thought that his mate might be a slave dancers. He did not want anything to do with the slave traders. However, he pushed his thought back and walked into the pub.

There were a lot of people in the pub already. On the mini stage on the left side of the main stage contained poles and pole dancers. Most of them were Twi'leks and Zeltrons. On the right was a mini stage for a music band with a female Theelin singer.

The song was about sex, drugs and unfaithful love. Savage wasn't affected by it liked many others in the pub were. He had seen enough deaths to know the real dreadful pain. He was stabbed in the hearts once, and once was enough.

A cute Twi'lek waitress came to get the order. Savage told her to get one mug of strong liqueur. She nodded and left, probably planning on stealing his credits after he was drunk enough. Savage smirked at that thought because Death-Cheaters could cleared up the alcohol in their systems as quick as consuming it. That meant he could not get drunk, not by alcohol.

The waitress returned with his mug and left him with it. Savage observed the room. Despite the lewd lyrics, the melody and tone of this song was good. And Savage wondered if anyone decided to put a better lyrics for the melodies, this song could become a very sweet one.

After a minute or two, the pole dancers came to the mini stage. The music continued while the crowd cheered. A new group of dancers appeared on the mini stage and started another round of pole dancing. This new group of dancers contained two Twi'lek and three Zeltrons. They swung their hips and legs to the music while taking off some clothes just to make the crowd cheer more and tip more. Savage watched with his expression unchanged. On Dathomir, the Nightsisters' clothes always left nothing for imagination anyway.

Feral sighed while he scrubbed the dirty floor clean. After he returned the heels to those dancers and got back to his duty at the hall, Rakza called for him again. He walked to the Fondorian's private room and found his boss fumbling with his clothes. It seemed like tonight guest was very important because Rakza was trying to wear a proper suit. However, Feral had nothing to do with Rakza's suit. His boss called him in to take care of the mess he made while trying to put himself in this outfit. The mess contained broken glasses of liqueur bottles and a mug. Feral guessed Rakza must had knocked them down while struggling around the room.

How Rakza made this mess was not his concern though. Feral immediately got to work when he saw what was needed to be clean. And Rakza left the room after he finished with his outfit while Feral was still picking up pieces of glasses.

The cleaning took a while before Feral finished everything. He sighed and gathered his tool before walked out. Today the hall was very crowded. Feral assumed that it might be because that VIP guest.

"Did I miss anything?"

Feral asked Jeret when he got back to the hall. This time it was very crowded, the most crowded night Feral had ever seen.

"No" Jeret shook his head. The Nautolan also had a cocky grin on his face. ", but we're about to see that VIP guest. I heard our 'mistress' and her husband said that he would be here soon."

"And how did you hear that?"

"They came here minutes ago, ordered something strong and spicy for him. Janeta is on it now." Jeret answered before he turned to take the order from a new customer that walked to the bar.

Feral nodded and went back to his chores. He did not feel like squeezing through people to get to any tables he had to clean. It's not that he had a phobia about crowd but Feral just hated when anyone touched his throat. His body would freeze in fear of having a neck snapped again. Feral tried to tell himself numerous time that he was safe now, no one knew he was alive, but his body just didn't get it.

The VIP guest turned out to be one of the captain of the pirate gang that found and ruled this city. He was a Fondorian in his middle age in his typical pirate suit. Atmoss was his name, and he was known for his generosity of giving any pubs hand full of credits if their dancers could please him enough.

"Oh, it's Atmoss." Janeta chuckled when they saw who the VIP guest was. Feral crooked his head, he was not sure why Janeta was amused.

"No doubt why our bosses changed the show. They hope to attract him enough for credits. And I guess some of the dancers might want to sleep with him. He paid well if any of them can please him enough." Jeret said to Feral's curious face. The male Nautolan seemed to be amused too.

"I see," Feral nodded "but that doesn't explain why tonight is so crowded."

"Atmoss is a celeb here." Jeret rolled his eyes. "He is famous and many people want to see him. By the way, if he is here it means free show from special dancers."

"Atmoss always announces where he will be going every times he wants to hang out with his minions." Janeta continued. "That scum needs attention all the time. Who lick his boots most always get paid most."

"Still, Atmoss controls all of the fuel stations for ships." Jeret added "That bastard does know how to make money. And if he hadn't done so well in managing the fuel stations, the head of this city might have ordered him to be executed a long time ago. Dagur isn't as forgiving as some of his men."

"I see," Feral nodded. He had seen Dagur, head of the criminal who formed this city once and understood why this man could be in power for so long. Dagur is ruthless and cruel but he was good at management and knew who should be put down and who should get a raise.

Feral was about to ask Jeret and his sister how they thought of Dagur. But he decided against it and took off when he saw a customer brought up his hand to call for a cleaner.

Savage was still looking around the pub which seemed to be a lot crowded. He sensed anticipations and curiosity around the pub. Most of them were sent toward the new group of guests which were just arrived. Savage watched the new group walking around the pub with two Zeltrons leading the way. The Zeltrons didn't dressed like any employees here, Savage guessed they must be the owner of the pub. And this people, especially the Fondorian in who was walked between the two Zeltrons, must be very important here.

The former Sith apprentice searched from the Galactic network and raised his eyebrows when it showed him who the guest was. And Savage understood why this man looked so familiar. He had seen this guy on the 'List' before, list of wealthy people with price tags on their head. However, the Zabrak didn't pay him much attentions, he was still looking for his mate, his instinct told Savage his mate was near.

And then Savage saw him – his mate. He knew it the minute he saw that Zabrak, an elegant body walking through the crowd in a shabby outfit. His mate was a Dathomirian Zabrak, which surprised Savage. He hadn't thought that a Dathomirian Zabrak would have a chance to be away from Dathomir. The transportation were all (once) controlled by the females.

Savage watched that figure moved through the crowd, dodging dancing and drunken customer while carrying the plates and glasses to the back door. His instinct told him to follow but Savage kept himself still. He had to act calmly, no rushing. His former self had made many mistakes by rushing things before. He would not make the same mistakes as when he was just a vicious beast.

However, when that Zabrak came back Savage got a chance to see his face. And that made him gasped.

Feral hummed a song to himself while he opened the door to the main hall. The dishwasher was working as it should be and that made Feral happy. He had asked Rakza to replace it once because it always stopped working one day per week. But Rakza just ignored his request and let him washed all the dishes.

Many special dancers had come out when Feral returned. They're extremely alluring and seductive. He watched some of them sedated those lucky customers while three of them approached Atmoss. These three special dancers were two Zeltrons and one Twi'lek. Feral knew them of their beauty and blacked hearts. However, this place was where people fought for dominance all the time and all he could do was to put up with it.

The main hall was super crowded today. Feral didn't like to squeeze though people but he had to do it anyway.

The Zabrak was squeezing himself through the crowd when he felt like he was watched. Feral turned around slowly, acting calm, but he saw no one watching him. A shiver ran down his spine and his instinct screamed for him to run, to flee.

The Zabrak looked around again, and this time he saw someone familiar, sitting in the corner of the hall. The upper part of the stranger's face was hidden by a hood. However, Feral was still able to see the eyes glowing from the shadow the hood created. The eyes of the beast, the monster, he once knew.

Fear gripped his heart and Feral took a step back. His heart was beating so hard he couldn't hear anything else. His eyes were still looking at the stranger in the corner who looked back. And when the stranger got up from his seat, Feral turned back and quickly made his way through the crowd to the back door.

Once he reached it, Feral waited no time to set his plate aside and opened the door. Cool air greeted him but he didn't care. His things was still at his locker but he didn't care. He just ran out.

Feral ran and ran. He jumped over a trash can and nearly bumped into a drunken Toydarian. And suddenly everything was like he was back at the final round of the Selection on Darthomir, the test of Elevation. But this time the one chasing him was not Ventress, but Savage.

He started seeing the last time they were together surfaced. Savage did everything to make sure he would survive each challenge. But in the end, it's Savage who tried to kill him…

"Brother wait!"

He heard Savage called his name and that snapped Feral out of his memory. He only ran faster. Savage called him again but Feral had no intention to slow down. He kept on running liked there was no tomorrow. The memory he had tried to push from his mind started to surface back again one by one. First was the arrival of Ventress. Then it was the Selection. Then it's the Nightsisters came to take him. He was beaten and they let him laid unconscious in a cell. Then those Nightsisters dragged him out to meet Savage. He pleaded for his life and Savage snapped his throat.

"No!"

Feral shouted and kept on. He tried to block the image away. He pushed himself more and more. Feral jumped over a building and nearly missed a step. He stumbled forward and pushed himself to keep running. He still heard Savage running after him. The other's footsteps sounded closer and closer. And the more Savage closed the space between them, the more the memory started to take control of his vision.

"No! Get away from me! Leave me alone!"

He shouted, his eyes were blind with the image from his memory, the memory of Savage snapping his neck. He saw that dark face, blank eyes and his hand instead of the building in front of him. Feral shouted in fear and he missed the step while he jumped to the next building. That mistake sent him down to the ground below.

He hit the ground and pain shot through his body. Feral screamed in agony. But the pain made an illusion go away. Now he could see clearly again. Feral panted, realized now that he was lying on the ground with a throbbing leg not at the Nightsister's fortress.

His ears were still ringing from the impact. Feral didn't hear Savage shout his name when he fell. In his head he repeated one word like a mantra.

Run, run,run,run,run…

But he could not go on. He could not get up. His legs and head hurt liked hell. The last thing he saw before his conscious would be consumed by darkness was a tall dark figure dropped down in front of him.