AN: This chapter leads into the next kill that Hillary makes. If she does seem rather cold about what she has done, don't worry. Also I don't and will never own Beyblade. It would just cost too much money. Hope you enjoy, this is a very tame chapter.

Sitting down on the armchairs at the café, Enrique held her in his arms. Her brown haired head rested comfortably against his chest. Through his shirt, she could feel the steady beat of his heart. Across from the couple sat Mathilda. Her vibrant pink eyes slowly searching for flaws in the lovers opposite her.

"So what have you been doing Hill, you never seem to be home," Matti asked before taking a long drink of her frothy cappuccino. Breathing steadily, Hillary gazed at her pink friend. The urge to give a smart-arse remark was just under the limit.

Shrugging carelessly, Hillary smiled, "Around. Here and there. Nowhere in particular, at the moment my job has been rather stressful. I did however see Tala and Ty the day that they died." The manner in which she had said it frightened both of her friends.

"How did both of them look? I mean, were they stressed, happy or themselves?" Mathilda was anxious to find out. A certain twinkle in her eyes told Hillary that she had to answer the question. Holding onto Enri's hand tightly, she closed her eyes.

"Frightened, nervous, edgy. His eyes were wide and his voice was shaky. That was Tyson; he was very scared by something. When I left he bolted out the door. Tala however, cool, collective, but his eyes, his eyes held fear. They never show any emotion, but when I stood there…" a flash of Tala's face before she told him to leave went across her vision.

"Hm, Tala is spooked by nothing, ever! So what made this time so special?" Enri's voice was quiet as he spoke about his two friends who were mysteriously shot down in the two weeks just gone. Looking at the small-framed woman in his arms, he noticed that she was shaking and her palms had become sweaty in his own.

"It was because he knew that he was going to die. He didn't know how, but he was going to die. At one stage in our lives, we know we are going to die. Tala had decided that he was going to die unknown, not in the public eye." Staring at her friend, Mathilda's eyes widened in shock.

"Hill, you are really scaring me as this topic goes on. How do you know so much about their last minutes? I mean, how coincidental is it that you were the last people that they spoke to," Mathilda probed her friend gently, checking to see if she left any loopholes in her story.

Shaking his head, Enrique held Hillary closer. Her body was really shaking, it was as if she had something to tell them, but the problems it could cause were far worse. The tighter he held her, the more her shakes subsided.

"I had better go guys, my work load is pretty dense," Hillary said as she let go of her boyfriend, "it seems like they cut down an entire forest just to tell me what I have to do." As Enri let go of her, her face became lifeless, no happiness lived there.

Kissing him good-bye, she left the small café. Mathilda looked at her friend puzzled.

"How weird did that get Enri? She seemed almost neutral at the death of her friends. What is the matter with her?" Matti shook her head as she turned around to get comfortable on her chair again.

"Don't know, but her whole body was trembling, almost shaking enough to mix a tin of paint. That is really unusual for her. She is normally as steady as a rock," Enrique was also puzzled by the behaviour displayed by his girl.

"I think I might catch-up to her and walk her home, that is if it is alright with you?" he flashed one of his heart melting, cute smiles at Mat before he got up.

"I guess there is no stopping you is there Enri?" she said to herself as she watched him leave after the quiet Hillary. Something just isn't right, she thought to herself as she paid for her coffee and walked out the door.

Enrique was running down the street when he finally saw her. Black clothing now adorned her body and a matching black duffle bag sat perfectly in the centre of her back. She was running fairly fast, but always looked over to her left.

Looking the way she looked, he noticed whom it was she was watching. Max Tate. His blonde hair shone with the radiance of the sun that shone brightly on them. He looked like he was dressed in a suit and on his way to work.

They all worked now and after work they trained hard so that they stayed as the world champs. Tyson was the Head of Security at the mall. He was very often swamped with paper work that he never had to deal with people.

Max was a lawyer, but only small time. Everyone knew he only dealt with people whose loved ones had passed away. His skills as a solicitor were always improving, but he always managed to get what he wanted as far as his job was concerned.

Taking another look forward, Enri noticed that Hillary was gone. He started running again in desperation to try and find her. As he ran toward her house, he noticed that she wasn't anywhere near there. How could she just disappear into thin air? She was very tricky that girl of his.

"I'll call her tonight, see if she still wants to go out on Friday to the movies," he said to himself. Enrique stood in the centre of the path as he looked down her busy street. Turning around, Enri started the long walk back to his house.

Hillary ran into an alley, she was gasping for air. Looking around the corner of the building, she noticed that Enri had stopped. He had been following her for at least half and hour and had made her lose her target.

Swearing profusely, she looked around the building again. Finally he had left and she could start the hunt again. Running out onto the path, she looked for the blue sedan that Max was driving.

After 10 minutes of searching, she had found her target. Max had stopped at a set of traffic lights and was singing with his windows up. Shaking her head, Hillary found her motorbike parked outside her favourite cake shop.

Checking her helmet for unwanted guests, she thumped it on and started up her bike. The resonating purr of the bike pulsed through her body making her stand up and get comfy again. Indicating, she left her park and went to follow her next kill.

The wind started to pick up and they had only just arrived at Max's office. Watching him carefully, she noticed that he had a parcel in his hands and was walking fast to get out of the wind. Getting off her bike, Hillary followed him into the building.