The sorrow of losing someone you love is overwhelming. Destiny's death had left a gaping hole in my chest. It would never heal. I knew it because I had lost other sister too, Hasty. Some nights the hole was throbbing so painfully I could only wrap my arms around myself and try to remember how to breathe.

Three months later

"Chastity, this can't go on", Boris said, "you have to let her go."

He was sitting on my bed side. All I wanted was him to leave me alone to die. If I couldn't slit wrists and hang myself, I would starve myself. That beast didn't deserve any better. He had robbed me my sisters, freedom and now also everything with what I could hurt myself.

"Go away", I mumbled against my pillows.

Boris sighed.

"Fine", he said, "but I expect to see you in my office tomorrow, 10 am sharp."

He rose and walked out of the room shutting door behind him.

"Whatever", I told to the door.

I wasn't going anyway. He could get upset, I didn't care. At least then he might destroy me more quickly. If he couldn't use me, he had no choice. What a marvellous plan, I congratulated myself. If only I would have known he would send someone to pick me up…

"I thought I told you clearly", Boris snarled at me, "Do you think people here don't have anything better to do than babysit you?"

Oh yeah they do alright, I thought, to babysit Brooklyn.

"Chastity, I am so fed up with your contumacy", the man said.

Behind him Garland was nodding furiously his head in agreeance. Why was he even here? This didn't concern him.

"Anyway, there is this new project of mine and need your help", Boris said.

"What project?", I asked automatically.

It didn't sound right. Knowing Boris it was probably something sadistic and I wanted nothing to do with it.

"Oh, don't you worry about it", Boris said, "People at the lab will tell you all about it."

With that said he dismissed me without bothering to look up from his precious papers. I knew immediately it wasn't anything good. But I pretended everything was fine until I got out of hearing range. Holy shit, whatever the project was it was ment to do harm on someone. I needed time to think but I knew Boris was expecting me to go straight to the lab. I couldn't let myself break down now.

"Chastity", someone hissed.

I looked around and saw Brooklyn lurking around the corner. For the love of God, what did he want? He was furiously gesturing to me to go to him. I looked around to be sure no one saw us and made my way to Brooklyn.

"I know what happened to Destiny", the orange haired guy said.

Wait what?

"What? How?", I asked louder than intended.

"Shush", Brooklyn frowned, "I'll show you."

Then he gestured me to follow him and disappeared in the far end of the corridor. I didn't trust him a bit. But did I had any other options? In the worst case scenario he'd lead me into trap. Then again, what if he wasn't lying? What if he really could help me to learn the truth what happened to my sister. Reluctedly I followed Brooklyn, quickly sending a prayer that I wouldn't have to regret this.