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-DP-

Danny busily pulled the top cloak off of the pile. Trying to keep his mind off the fact that his new 'Family' had just stepped outside to have their own little meeting with Sasha's father. He felt like they didn't trust him to some level. It wasn't fair; they had no right to not trust him. They weren't the ones who were put under mind control! Anger, resentment and frustration all began to swell within him. They had no right to treat him like this; they had no right to leave him in here alone and in the dark!

He didn't want to be in here alone… his mind wandered when he was alone. It wandered to places he didn't want it too, like it was right now as he stared at his reflection in the mirror while he tried on a mustered yellow cloak.

That color reminded him of Tucker, his longtime best friend who was now...

Danny whimpered, not allowing himself to finish his thought as he ripped the cloak off his shoulders before violently tossing it across the room. It hit one of the shack's roughly made walls and slid to the floor in a crumpled heap. The impact caused small dust particles to fall from the makeshift ceiling.

Danny quickly turned his back to it. Turning his head to the pile of cloaks, hoping to distract his mind from its forming memories. But unfortunately his mind was only launched into more painful memories as he stared at the vibrantly colored turquoise colored cloak on top of the pile. Turquoise was Jazz's favorite...

Fresh tears sprung to his eyes as he desperately hurled it to where he had thrown the other cloak. The next one was blue, his mother...

Danny felt more hot tears roll down his cheeks as he disposed of it much like he did with the other two.

Orange... His father.

Purple... Sam.

Danny's sob caught in his throat, he couldn't do this anymore… He couldn't ignore their memories or the fact that they were gone. He couldn't go on and pretend that all of this was just simply okay; he couldn't continue to fake his smile...

Danny broke down; uncontrollable sobs soon began to wrack through his body as he slid to the floor. His back was up against the mirror. The dusty silver surfaced showed his reflection as it mimicked his every move.

He couldn't do this…

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"Wow," Sasha's father whistled and shook his head sadly, "He's been through a lot."

"Yeah, we know." Nyx said as he crossed his arms over his chest, "And he's also been border line angst-y sense we met him. I think it has something to do with his family."

Sasha shot Nyx a condescending glare.

"Of course it has to do with his family!" She proclaimed before punching him in the arm, "How would you feel if you suddenly woke up and every one you loved was dead?"

"I've already almost had that happen." Nyx mumbled as he sent a longing glance towards his younger brother. Salem was all he had left...

Sasha dropped her glare, it had been so long since Nyx had even brought up the death of his parents that she had almost forgotten that they were pushing up daisies and lying ten feet under in the first place.

"I'm sorry Nyx I didn't—"

Nyx put a hand over Sasha's mouth.

"It's alright; I really don't want to talk about that."

She nodded and gently pulled his hand off her face.

"Uh... okay." She replied awkwardly.

Sasha's father looked between the two with a worried expression. Wondering just what his daughter had gotten herself into.

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Hale made his way through the vacant halls of Armistice Dalv's castle, dragging an unwilling but handcuffed, Peyton Baxter behind him.

"Will you stop your squirming!" Hale yelled over his shoulder as he yanked on the glowing blue cord that was attached to Peyton's handcuffs, causing the young Control Thief to stumble forward slightly.

"I'll stop squirming the moment that Dalv croaks!" Peyton spat.

The Enforcer frowned and pressed the red button at the top of the cord he was holding. The simple action caused the blue cord to spark and send about 30 volts of electricity through Peyton's body. Peyton's form became ridged as the electricity shot throughout his body before he crumpled to the ground with a muffled yelp the moment it stopped.

"I'd hold your tongue if I were you." Hale replied simply, not even looking at the boy.

Peyton glared at the enforcer with another hateful sneered while he panted, trying to catch his breath.

"Bite—" he wheezed, "—me."

Hale let out a growl and glared down at the rebel, his thumb hovering over the red button. Hale was going to press it too, but—fortunately for Peyton—Hale stopped when he heard someone shout his name.

"Hale!"

Hale turned around to see who had just called him and let out a slight gasp when he saw who it was. An elderly man who was at least in his 80's was striding quickly down the hallway with his arms crossed behind his back. He was wearing a fine black silk suite top and pair of ordinary ratty slacks. His completely gray hair was pulled back into a small pony tall.

"Uh... Armistice Dalv!" Hale called out hesitantly as he saluted the man.

"Good evening Hale." Dalv said with a short nod before turning his attention to the chained prisoner on the floor. "And who might this young man here be?"

"This is Peyton Baxter, sir," Hale explained. "He was a member of a band of Control Thieves that were raiding the middle way market. I was bringing him to you for questioning."

Dalv frowned and looked Peyton over.

"It's a shame," Dalv tisked softly before continuing, "With a few weeks of training you would have made an excellent Enforcer. After all you have the build, and if you have been retaining important information for so long that you had to be brought here… then you must have a strong will. Both are good qualities I look for in someone that I employ."

Peyton blinked and stared at the man like he had grown a second head.

"So," Dalv began, "Which member of your team managed to catch our little thief, hmm?"

"Uh... No one, sir..." Hale answered quietly, "He was caught by a teenager named Nyx Smith and his newly caught ghost... I believe he named it Phantom?" The man paused for a moment before continuing, "But anyway I registered the new ghost for free for him since he did lend a major hand in catching this hooligan here." Hale motioned carelessly toward Peyton.

Dalv's eyes widened and he pressed his lips together in a thin strait line, a look of silent disbelief overcame his expression.

"You said the ghost was named Phantom?" Dalv asked.

Hale nodded, wondering why the other man was asking about that little fact. What could be so important about the ghost's name?

"I wonder…" Dalv mumbled under his breath before glancing back up at the enforcer again, "Tell me Hale, did this ghost happen to have pure white hair?"

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And that is the end of today's chapter, What'ch guys think? I bet you can all guess who Dalv actually is and if you can't….well then I don't know what to say. Please leave a review for me they keep me motivated to write! Oh and big thanks to my wonderful beta 'The Rose Blue Prince'!

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