Mah, I feel bad. I haven't updated this thing since May. But yes, here is a new chapter! This is… halfway to the end I think. It's lovely and short this whole story. Might be because it moves too fast but eh, it works this way.

Oh! A big thank you to The Nemean Lion, DancingSurferSoccerplayer and Strata Of The Travelers for favouriting this story or adding it to their watch. And an even bigger thank you to 5253Racer for commenting~.

Standard Disclaimer applies. I own nothing 'cept Hexx, Archer & the others who really didn't appear in the books.


"Hexx really gone this time Arch?" The black haired boy whose name had been used rolled onto his stomach, green eyes locating the questioner.

"Yeah Hav. Hexx went off." The brown haired boy opposite Archer frowned slightly. Why would Hexx leave them? And why didn't she tell him?

"Thought Hexx liked Havoc?" He muttered to himself, a bare foot scuffing the floor. Archer felt a scowl crawling across his face but pulled it back. How could Hexx stand this kid?

"Hexx does like you Havoc," Archer all but hissed, "She just had to leave before today. Remember what she told you?" Havoc scrunched up his nose and tilted his head to one side.

"Hexx gonna die today?" Archer let the scowl form on his face. Distaste dripped off his next words.

"Havoc, you're such a retard." Pausing, Archer composed himself. "Hexx was going to die today. She escaped so she wouldn't."Havoc seemed to pause to digest this and Archer held back a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. Pushing himself upwards, Archer looked around at the dungeon they had been shoved in. If he were to sum it up in three words he would have to pick damp, dusty and filled with vermin-that was not him or Havoc. Well, maybe two words and a statement.

Havoc sighed, catching Archer's attention.

"Will we ever see Hexx again?" Green eyes softened the smallest amount.

"Maybe Havoc… Maybe…"


Hexx sat Indian style on a bed, her electric orbs shut tightly. Her black hair had been piled up in a messy bun as the woman from before stood behind her.

"Do you think you could open them so I could see how they've healed so far?" Hexx hissed slightly, shifting away from the woman. She felt brown eyes looking at her back and took in a deep breath.

Slowly, Hexx stretched out her wings. The older woman felt her breath catch in her throat as Hexx's wings unfurled. Under the florescent lighting of the room the dark feathers shone black, with a dark brown under layer. What surprised the woman mostly though, was the lack of any injuries whatsoever. She had known Max could heal fast because of certain... abilities, but never this fast.

Hexx felt the extra weight from the bone structure of her wings and hunched her shoulders slightly, trying to cope with the extra weight. Thinking of her wings led her to look down at her hands, and the various scars which came from her life. A few stood out the most and she scowled, flexing her fingers.

"Th-That's..." Hexx dropped her scowl and looked over her shoulder at the woman, loose strands of her hair falling into her eyes. The look of shock on her face made Hexx want to draw in her wings again, but she suppressed that urge, shifting to see her better.

"Doctor Martinez? Is something wrong?" Hexx's voice was quiet as before and seemed to snap the Doctor out of her shook. Dr Martinez shook her head, clearing away the last remains of the shock and looking back up to view Hexx. A small smile turned the corner of her lips upwards and Hexx shifted again, beginning to get uncomfortable.

"It's nothing dear. It just astounds me how fast you've healed." Hexx's eyes widened at these words, a fragment of a memory surfacing.

"You're so full of shit Hexx. You heal like that and we have to suffer for longer. Bitch."

"Shut up Arch. You're the one full of shit. That's why you can't heal for jack."

"Can I leave then?" Hexx asked, putting a bit more volume into her words, "I don't want to be any trouble." She could see Dr Martinez weighing out the options in her mind and held back the hiss which always surfaced when she felt like she was back at...that place.

Hexx wrinkled her nose at this thought, her eyebrows creasing. She should stop thinking about it. It wasn't her... 'Home' anymore and she had no ties whatsoever to that place. Though...

Dr Martinez watched in amusement as Hexx's thought began to wander. Did she realize her expressions changed with every thought she experienced? Her expression bordered on angry becoming smug at the moment. But, soon it shifted to regret and the dark haired woman decided to interrupt her thoughts. She opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by a call from the front door.

"Mom! I'm home!" Instantly Hexx drew her wings tight against her back, her face shifting into a composed mask. Dr Martinez let out a barely audible sigh, looking down to put away the medical equipment she had been planning on using. Hearing the door open, Dr Martinez looked up. The curl of Hexx's black hair was the only warning she had of her leaving the room. Sighing again, the Dr stood, making her own way to the door. How Hexx could be so silent all the time escaped her.

A smile formed on her face however as she met her daughter at the top of the stairs.

"How was your day dear?"


Hexx took in a shuddering breath, her hands fisting at her sides. Another shuddering breath escaped her, and her blue eyes shut. She had tried so hard... But how do you forget the ones you grew up with?

Leaning back, Hexx reopened her eyes and stared up at the blue sky. Why was she still here? She could have just taken off last night. And the night before. Why had she stayed for almost a week?

"I trust too easily..." Hexx mumbled, the wind taking her words as they left her mouth, "Heh, Arch was right... He was always right..." A soft sigh escaped her lips and she reached up with one hand, splaying her fingers to the sky.


In a completely different setting a dark haired boy splayed his fingers to the ceiling of his dungeon cell. Green eyes narrowed as he shut his hand in a fist. Pulling his arm back down to his side he rolled to his feet.

"Ngh..." Glaring over at the brown haired boy he was forced to 'room' with, Archer felt his lips turn into a sneer. Why the fuck had they put him in with Havoc? Did they want him to die early? Archer tugged at the band around his wrist but paused when a spark of electricity buzzed around it. Trust the white coats to ruin the one piece of jewellery he could stand.

Archer leaned against the grimy wall behind him, not caring for the state of the previously sterile top and trouser combo he had been provided with. The dirtier it got the better. Maybe he could give them some disease through the damn thing. A small scowl formed on his face then, green eyes turning to the door.

A few minutes later the grate in the door slid open, a horrid screeching noise that woke Havoc from his sleep. Archer kept his head bowed however, his longer than usual black hair effectively hiding his semi open green eyes from view.

"Here's your food, vermin." A voice spat out, a choking growl to the accent. Havoc rubbed his eyes slowly, barely paying attention as an opening at the bottom of the door slid open and a tray of steaming... mush was kicked through. A tense couple of seconds stretched as the Eraser at the door glared in at the captives, waiting for a movement. When none came apart from Havoc letting out a rather long yawn, he growled, snapping the grate shut and storming away.

Havoc tried to stop the grin spreading across his face but failed. Archer only fuelled this grin by giving him a smirk of approval. Rocking to his feet, Havoc clasped his hands behind his back.

"Havoc done good?"

"Hell yeah. Havoc done good."


"Are you sure about this Hexx?" Hexx let out a silent sigh, turning her head to the sky. Dr Martinez and Ella stood a few steps away, watching her. Hexx looked back at the two and let her self smile slightly. This seemed to reassure them, to Hexx's slight surprise.

"I-I can't stay here forever Doctor…" Hexx spoke, her voice still as quiet as ever. "It's not safe…." Dr Martinez let out a laugh, shaking her head.

"It's never safe when you're in a position like mine. But I understand." Hexx's smile turned into a grin as she took a few more steps away. Her muscles were tense, ready for the weight they would have to hold. Before another word could be said, Hexx spun away, taking a running start before jumping, her wings snapping out from the slits in her jumper. As she pushed down, gaining height quickly, Ella and Dr Martinez let out a silent gasp. They would never get used to that awe-inspiring sight of someone taking flight.

In the air, Hexx held back a cry of delight. She was in the air. She was flying. Hexx couldn't begin to describe the euphoria she was experiencing at that moment in time. The euphoria was dampened only by the weight which seemed intent on pulling her to the ground.

Hexx grin faded, even as she completed a lazy barrel roll. It would take some time to get used to the world now. To get used to being free.