Darkness is a curious thing. It gives you shelter and at the same time messes you up. You can see creatures of your worst nightmares lurking in there. And yet it hides you from them. It makes you loose your sense of place and time. How long we sat there in the pitch black room? Hours? Days? Weeks? Months? In the end, what does it matter? All I was sure about was that Hasty was gone. Felt the emptiness when I tried to reach her. She was gone. And soon we would be gone too.

Two years later

It had been two years since the abbey burnt down to ashes. Boris took me and Destiny with him when he finally escaped a week after the fire. For along time the three of us spent itinerant life, living in small villages in Siberia. There in the untamed wilderness Boris found his glory again and swore revenge against BBA and the Bladebreakers. He came up with a new plan to take what he thought was rightfully his. With his mighty plan and us he travelled to Japan and started BEGA company.

I was standing by the window on the seventh floor of the BEGA tower gazing over the park below. This glasstower and it's endless corridors were now my prison. I was like a bird locked into a cage. Dying slowly from inside out. Why I couldn't just drop dead on the spot? I should have listened to Bryan that night. I should have stayed with him. Sighing heavily I allowed myself to lean against the window. I couldn't go back to that night two years ago. My choices brought me here. So I had to deal with the cards the destiny had handed to me.

"Chastity!", Boris's demanding voice rang through the corridors forcing me to return to the present.

I didn't want to answer but I knew it didn't help me the slightest. I would only earn an earful for not reacting to his call. So I gathered myself and went to his office.

"You called me", I said to the purple haired man.

"What took you so long?", he snapped impatiently.

I didn't answer. It didn't matter what I would say because it seemed he had decided to punish me for whatever reason he thought approriate. And right now he wasn't even paying attention to me. He was too busy planning something with Garland, a gray haired young man.

"Have you seen Brooklyn?", Boris asked me not bothering to look up from his papers.

"No, I haven't", I said, annoyed.

Was this the only reason he called on me? If I had seen Brooklyn? God knows where that retarded orange head went when he left the building. He was Boris's shiny new toy and could do whatever he wanted to. And the rest of us lived for jumping to his every whim.

"And what about that brat Tyson, any news of him?", Boris asked.

"Well, according to mediadata he is excited to join the BEGA tournament", I reported, "I talked to Miyagami from the communication department, he has exchanged some emails with Tyson's coach known as Chief."

A malicious smile graced Boris's thin lips. I felt sick.

"Good", he said.

Then without bothering to look up from his precious papers he dismissed me. With a sigh of relieve I saw myself out his office. I tried to get as far as possible from him in that damned building. I was making my way to my room when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned on my heels and almost collided with Garland.

"What do you want?", I snapped at him.

"Well, I was just wondering what you're doing tonight?", he said politely.

Nothing that concerns you, I thought. The guy had been hemming me in since the day one he joined the BEGA Justice 5 team. These new bladers were full of themselves. And I hated their guts.

"I have a lot of things to do as you must very well know", I said icily.

I couldn't understand how he could not have gotten the message already. I had rejected him every single time. And still he had enough confidence to do it over and over again. Without another word I turned and walked away.