Here I am! I am back! Did you miss me? Yes, you did. That's the right answer. Anyway, here a brand new chapter (short but intense, I promise) and please forgive me if my laziness ruined your plans of conquering the world with an army of chocolate muffins. Now, I better go on. See you at the end!

Lok's POV

"I don't want to talk about it right now, Sophie." we made our way on the path which leaded to my house. I had gone to the airport alone, although against my mom's wishes. I had a hard time organizing all to make it work, but I really didn't want to have mom around. At the end I made it - pretending that we didn't risked to miss our bus three times.

"I don't want to talk about it at your house with someone else around, so you better begin to recount.".

She was talking about that day, three days ago. Yeah, that thing that she didn't know, my little chat with Zhalia. I would just forget it, I didn't even talk with my mother about it. With Sophie, obviously, it was a different story.

"There's no one at home and I'm too tired now to explain you everything. Don't you think that maybe I'm not easy to talk about it?"

"Yes, I think so. You haven't talked about it yet." she said that without looking at me, changing the hand with which she was carrying her second bag. She had one of those on her shoulders, the others were one on mine and the other at the airport. She couldn't find it anymore after the landing of her airplane.

"Good." I whispered looking at the ground.

"But it doesn't mean you don't have to tell me! I need to know, and I have to. I won't give up, I... I can... there surely is a spell in Casterwill's library which lets read in someone else's mind... I will learn it, and use it, if I need to! I'm not afraid o..."

"I let her do that." I cut her off, before she could say anything else. I hated her when she acted like that. Her, and her Casterwill stuff.

"Sorry?" she stopped, looking at me with incredulous eyes. "What did you just say?"

I threw my brown bag on the ground, my amulets went scattering all around the grass. I was furious. I was, because I had to tell her. She was right. She was always right. And I hated it.

"I let her do that. She told me she would've done something like that." she stayed silent, so I went on. "When she talked to me in that cave, she said she had to do… 'something'. Something which we wouldn't like. She told me I had to run away."

.-*

I was having hard time under my Armorbrand, some suits were attacking me and would have win if it wasn't for Zhalia. I murmured a 'thank you', but she seemed to ignore me as she did several time. But this time she seemed even colder than her usual mood.

"Listen, kid. We have no time." she answered. "Now I'm letting you go out of here, but you have to act smartly. So no stokes of genius, got it?"

"What are you tal…"I had to stop my sentence because my shield had been broken, but Zhalia remedied with one of hers.

"This isn't going to be a ballroom, here." she continued, without even trying to fight back the powers that those suits were shooting at us. "Your mother is coming, I hope you'll understand I don't want her to be injured.".

I began to worry. Not only about my mother, sure I was worried about her, but I knew she was a good Seekers not too many years ago. What was creeping me out was Zhalia's tone. It seemed too much like the tone that the evil has when he's menacing someone.

"So we are retiring?"

"Yes, you are. Call Scarlet, the Caterwill girl and that white Titan of yours and run out of here. And stop your mother before she enters here."

"And you? And Dante?" she watched me silently, with a glance which was even more emotionless than her usual one.

"Learn how world goes on, kid." with that, she nodded to make me understand she was going to end her Armorbrand. I stood up. Watched around. And finally, I did what she said.

.-*

"I couldn't believe she betrayed us, not even when we found Dante's Titans. I felt that something was wrong, but I held the hope 'til…"

"Until Klaus made us know what had happened and how." Sophie ended my sentence, playing with a daisy near to her feet. She was sit on the ground, in front of me, looking at me as I walked back and forth and told her my story.

"I trusted her."

"I didn't. But I can understand what you have done. It's not your fault, Lok." she reached my hand with hers, squeezing it a bit and smiling to comfort me. I looked at her. She was beautiful even when she was sad, angry and tired. Yeah, she was tired.

I sighted and helped her up.

"Let's go, mom's waiting for us. And you have to sleep."

"And to call the airport. I want my suitcase back. There is my favorite shirt in it!"

Zhalia's POV

I left the first hallway of the prisons, my 'target' a few steps behind me. I had the impression that he still didn't believe me. No, that's not right. He didn't believe what I was doing. He was confused, but not alarmed. Somehow, he knew I wasn't going to betray him again. I turned my head to him.

"Christ, Dante! Can you speed up? You don't have all night!" he was almost walking. I was almost running. That wasn't going to end well, this way. We HAD to run. Anybody could've seen us, anywhere, anytime. That was his only chance to survive and he was... walking? Did I forget to tell him we weren't leisurely going for a walk by the river?

He stopped. He really did it. I stopped too, watching him, frowning and shaking my head in disbelief.

"What are you going to do?" I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"I'm going to run. Just follow."

Pride. That was the worst defect of the Organisation. Their jail was so safe that they didn't even put guards in it. And actually, why should they do it, if the Professor had the power of controlling minds?

Now we were both running. My heart was going to forsake me, I knew it. It wasn't going to accept my madness and the run at the same time. I ignored it, and continued to think about my plan.

Once out of the prison, I'd use Thoughtspecter. It would've worked for both of us, but I had to be very focused. We would've walked through the hallways which didn't have cameras and then he would have left this place by the exit door which was in Klauses room. It was difficult. Almost impossible. But it was our only chance. When we reached the end of the last hallway, I stopped, mentally sighed, and explained him the plan. Then I exited that creepy place. I waited for him, and then pronounced the spell.

"Thoughtspecter." I turned to him. His body was still there, just a bit matt, maybe. I followed his glance and found what he was looking at. A camera with its red light was moving, watching us menacingly. "There's always no one controlling them." I reassured him, before taking the corridor on my right.

We walked through those greyish corridors for about half an hour. I was worried about his conditions. He was back from a succession of not easy fights, and he was badly injured. He couldn't fight even if he wanted it with all his forces. That was one of the reasons why I wasn't using any containing spell to take him with me. Another one was the trust in him, but with the time I learnt not to trust my trust feeling.

"All right?" I asked turning back, seeing his still confused, but more determined glance. He stopped again, and I made an expression which said everything I would say to him. It didn't seem nice to insult him right there in a moment like that one.

"You are coming with me, aren't you?" he asked. I closed my eyes and sighed softly. It wasn't a question and I knew it, but the answer was

"No."

"Are you crazy? When they'll find out what you have done they will kill you!" he argued, probably a bit too loud.

"I know. So? What's the difference between being killed by them and being killed by the Foundation?"

"The Foundation won't kill you." I was making him angry, but he was making me uncomfortable, so we were at the same point.

"If they won't they will put me in a cell in some muddy prison, and I wouldn't call that 'life'." I looked in his eyes. There was something different in them…

"I won't let you be killed, Zhalia." he said in a low tone. I looked at him, trying to understand him. I couldn't. He was always so kind. With me. How could he? After what I…

My thoughts were interrupted. He placed a hand behind my head and gently pulled me to him. I couldn't believe it, but it was happening. And it was heaven. He placed his lips on mine and kissed me, with the same gentleness he had always used with me. I waited a second, before starting to kiss him back. It was something really innocent considering the thoughts which passed through my mind sometimes when I looked at him. Nothing serious, he just had a good body, and I never thought of really sleeping with him. After all, he was my target.

I would have continued it for a long time, but the situation wasn't one of the best. I stopped the kiss, still staying near to him, letting his forehead rest on mine. I was going to talk, but someone did it before me.

"Who are they? Hey! The two down there!".

Suits. Two men in their suits were shouting to us. They didn't recognize us yet, but they would have soon. I reasoned quickly. That was the difference in his eyes. They were normal. My concentration had gone, and so did my spell. I turned my head to the suits, who were walking fast towards us.

Fuck.

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