I stood frozen in place. I knew he was familiar. Did I really have a brother? He was taller than me and very well built. His blonde hair was long but not as long as Liam's and it hung loosely around his head. He had a cocky smile plastered on his face. He was very handsome with a high defined cheek bone and well chiselled features. He could have been a model if it weren't for the scarlet red eyes and pale skin.

"Y-you're my brother?" I stuttered.

The group of teenagers—monsters—things— laughed in unison.

"Not by blood," he said. "We're all you're brothers and sisters by what we are." He gestured to the group.

I suppose that was a relief in some way or form. At least there wasn't going to be any awkward conversations about what my mother or father had been up to. He looked older than me and very familiar. I scanned the group and saw a girl with long blonde hair. She looked small, maybe smaller than me. She couldn't have been older than 14. Looking at her face triggered a memory from my dream. She was the face I saw while I was in the cold cell. Who was she?

Tilly, my memory whispered to me. Her name was Tilly and she was 13 and a half years old from Washington D.C. We'd been friends during the experimenting. I would keep her company at night in the cells because she was afraid of the dark. What changed?

"Besides," the boy started again drawing back my attention, "if we had of been brother and sister by blood, it would have made what we did during the day while Rofashil was sleeping very, very wrong…." The group laughed and one of the boys cheered and patted him on the back.

I felt my cheeks burn bright red in humiliation. I couldn't even remember who he was let alone what we apparently did. Was I still even a virgin?

I looked into his cold eyes for some familiarity but all I could see were the eyes of a murderer looking back. Was this what I should be acting like? Did I belong with them in their evil society? Even Tilly, the little girl who wanted to go home, shared the same eyes that the boy shared.

"What's your name?" I asked. Maybe his name would jog a memory.

"Come now babe," he said mockingly, "you've forgotten it already? You screamed it in pleasure enough times while we were back at the sanctuary. Almost woke Rofashil up one time because we were so loud. Don't you remember? We did it enough times." He gave me that cocky grin again.

I couldn't tell if he was lying but I was getting really mad. He was humiliating me and the cheering from the group around him in encouragement was really pissing me off. I wanted to hit something.

"Maybe it wasn't good enough to be worth remembering," I snapped back. "It was probably too small that I didn't even feel anything to remember."

His smile faltered and he seemed pissed off now. Something in his eyes showed hurt but it was gone in a flash replaced by his cocky smile and confidence again.

He used to have soft brown eyes, my memory told me. An image of them came to mind. They were scared and in the dark. Who was he?

A girl spoke up then. She had golden blonde hair and thick dark eyelashes. She wrapped her arms possessively around the boy's arm. Whatever had happened between the boy and I was obviously nothing that concerned her as she looked like she was dating him. I didn't think monsters felt emotion.

"SSS02," she called me. I recognised the name from when Rofashil had called me it in the dream. I still didn't know what it meant. "AKA Leyha." Her smile was cruel and I could feel her shoot me daggers with her eyes.

Melanie, my memory whispered to me. She was in the cells too. She was jealous of me for something I can't remember. She was always scared of the possibility of freedom. She wanted to become a monster and she revelled in the power it gave her.

"Melanie," I called back flatly.

Her face went slack in shock that I could remember her name but she quickly regained her composure.

"Rofashil sent us to take you back to the sanctuary," she said. Her lips were pursed. I don't think she wanted me to come back.

"Tell Rofashil that I'm honoured he thinks me worthy enough to come back but I'm going to have to pass." I smiled at her making her eyes flare up with anger. She really didn't like me.

I was glad to hear that the guardians behind me had gotten Lissa and Christian to the plane while I had distracted the others. The engine of the plane roared up behind me.

"Well if you won't come with us willingly, then we'll make you," said the male that had earlier cheered the boy on and clapped him on the shoulder. He was the tallest there with dark skin and rounded features. He still somehow managed to look pale though.

Melanie crouched as if to leap and tackle me.

You can take her easily, my memory told me. You've done it before. A memory of a training room came to me. Melanie and I were fighting as was instructed by Rofashil. Her moves were swift and fast but she doesn't look where she's going so I was able to trip her a few times. She protected her face more than anything so I got a few low blows in. It was dirty fighting. It was how Rofashil had taught us.

Melanie sprang for me and I ran backwards a few steps back so she couldn't land on me. Her face was in an animalistic snarl.

"Are you a coward now?" she growled at me. "The legendary fighter Leyha is finally a nothing?"

She ran fast towards me and I side stepped her, making sure to put my foot out to trip her. She dodged it and leaped to the right of me.

"I've learnt from last time," she said between clenched jaws.

She ran forward and swung her fist into my face. My head shot back and I almost lost my balance before I looked up again. She was smiling. I really hated that smile.

I punched her in the nose so fast she didn't even see it coming. She flew back 5metres.

Yes… I was stronger than her. I always had been.

The ache in my fist from hitting her was all too familiar. It felt good.

She got up and glared at me. This chick had some major anger problems. She ran at me as fast as she could but I was still faster. I side stepped her and stuck my foot out again to trip her. This time she wasn't fast enough and tripped. Her foot caught and she tumbled face first into the concrete. The moves came naturally to me.

I straddled her on the ground and punched her in the back of her head. It wouldn't kill her but at least it'd keep her down for a bit.

I got off her and looked at the group. The plane was calling at me to run to them and I figured now was my chance.

I ran for the plane. The others ran after me but they were too far away and would never reach me in time.

Liam was at the stair case and he grabbed my hand to help me in. Before I made it to the top step though, a voice called out to me. It was the boy.

"Running away again?" he asked. "You can't pretend to be something you're not forever. Wake up and look in the mirror. You'll be back to find us, I promise you that. You're one of us, Li-Li." A strangled gasp escaped my lips.

Li-Li. Yes. I knew that nickname. I'd only ever been called it by one person.

Brandon, my mind reminded me. I couldn't remember who he was but his name was clear to me now.

"Brady…." My nickname for him escaped my lips by accident.

Brandon's eyes flared red as I said his name. He still wanted to capture me, that much was clear, but at least now he had a name.

I turned my back on him and got into the plane. Liam closed the door behind me and the plane started to move fast.

"Are you ok?" Liam asked me, placing a hand on my shoulder to get my attention.

I flinched at his touch as my mind had been wondering. I was hardly aware of what was going on or what had just happened.

"I'm fine," I lied. "Just need some time to think."

Lissa saw me walk down the aisle towards the back and looked like she wanted to stop me to ask questions. I just shook my head. I couldn't handle anything right now, I just needed some rest.

I took a seat towards the back and closed my eyes.

I didn't even notice that Adrian had been on the plane the whole time.

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