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Nina's POV

Rufus grabs be by my shirt again and picks up the knife he was holding before he had gotten interrupted by Fabian. Within a second, the blade is firmly pressed against my throat again.

"Please!" screams Fabian again. This time though, Rufus ignores him and continued.

Searing pain. I yell. Searing pain again. I keep yelling. Warm blood trickles down my shirt. I make no attempt to escape, knowing he will just take me back. I faintly hear Fabian and the others' voices in the background, but they are becoming too distant. Then it stops. The pain stops. The voices stop. Everything fades into darkness. A pain-free darkness. A comfortable darkness. A peaceful darkness, but a darkness with no Fabian.

Fabian's POV

Here I was staring at my Nina being tortured and not doing anything about it. Rufus, I hate him.

As I watch Nina in pain, more hurt than ever, I can do nothing but keep yelling her name over and over again. Tears flood down my cheeks, and sobs rock through my whole body. Why did it have to happen to her? Why not me? I would give myself up for her to survive. She didn't deserve this. None of us do.

Then her screams suddenly stop. My eyes bulge out. Is this it? Is this the end?

"Don't worry, I have not drawn enough blood for her to die," Rufus says, taking her pulse. "She merely is unconscious for the time being." "We will continue this procedure when she wakes up." "Wait for my text, and if you don't show up, she will have an instant death." With that he logs off.

"We've got to find her!" I shout at the group.

"Calm down Fabian, we know," says Jerome, tears still sliding down his cheeks. I was surprised by this. I quickly turn around to face them. Everyone was crying pretty hard, even Patricia.

"You don't know!" I shout at him. "You don't know what this feels like!" I continue. "Do see her face in your eyelids first thing in the morning and last thing before you sleep?" "Do you live for her, and only her?" "Do you know how sweet she is, how charming, how I need her?" "She didn't deserve this!" With that, sobs wreck out again, and this time, they don't stop.

The rest of the house was speechless. "Fabian," Mick says carefully. "No one deserves this kind of cruelty, but we should start planning her escape." Mick is right. I control my behavior once again.

"Alright," I whisper. "Anyone have a clue as to where she is kept?"

"She could be in that abandoned warehouse," Patricia piped up.

"Or that alleyway I used to meet Rufus in," Jerome added. We talked the rest of the day until curfew. As I closed my eyes, I whisper partly to myself, partly to Nina, "Nina, I'm sorry."

Amber's POV

Poor Fabian. I mean, Nina and I were pretty close too, me being her BBF and all, but Fabian, he was an emotional wreck. I felt depressed. Of all the people in this house, Nina was the person who deserved this least. She was always the optimist, cheering everyone after a hard day. She was always helpful, bright, smart, and creative. Dependable. Trustworthy. And now. Look. As I lay down on my pillow, I say to myself and to Nina, "I will help you, no matter what it takes.

Mick's POV

I had only known Sibuna for a short period of time, but I understood the urgency of this matter. Nina had only been my roommate, hardly someone I would talk to more than once in a day. I talked about her more. Poor Fabian. I know how much he adores her. We will get this straightened out Fabian, I promise.

The next morning I wake up to go with the rest of the group to search for her. (We decided to skip school.) After about an hour of wandering, we came across an old rundown building in the middle of the forest.

Nina's POV

I slowly regained consciousness after a while. Rufus was nowhere to be seen. He probably had to run some experiments about eternal life. The quietness was unnerving. With nothing else to do and my head and throat hurting like crazy, my thoughts turned to Fabian. Fabian. I probably wouldn't be seeing him face to face ever again. Fabian. I wonder what he is doing now. Probably getting over his grief with Joy. At least when I pass away he will have someone that cares for him. I would want him to move on. To be happy. Even if that means being with Joy. At least I had gotten the chance to tell him I love him. At least he knows what he means to me. At least he won't have to feel the pain. At least he can live. At least … at least… he will be happy. My eyes wander across the shed. I see the knife he had used on me, still coated in my blood. I stride over and take it to the wooden table. I then proceed to carve his name in the wood. Fabian's name. I love you Fabian.

I wonder what the rest of the house will think of my disappearance. I wonder about my Gran. Will she be O.K. after I'm gone? I feel guilty leaving her like that, but it's my fault. If I hadn't come here in the first place, none of this would have happened because I, the chosen one, wouldn't be there make the cup. And Fabian wouldn't be in pain and constant terror from Rufus. Maybe I will try to die sooner in Rufus's grip to make things easier for the rest of the house. My head is starting to hurt like crazy again. Probably because of loss of blood. Consciousness starts to slip away from me.

Maybe this time I'll get lucky.

Maybe this time I'll actually die, peacefully, without a knife sticking out of my neck. I wanted to tell Fabian a goodbye. A farewell to everything that happened. I murmured, my voice thick with tears, "Fabian, I … I'm sorry for ... for…" For what? What was I sorry about?

"For everything."

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