The images of the figures of the buildings followed one another at a speed absurd, making it nearly impossible to observe the contours.
Everything seemed too blurry in the mad rush at high speed and fortunately had sown the police cars.
Yet the boys could not help but feel a nasty feeling that oppressed their hearts, what had happened was absurd to say the least.
No one expected the betrayal absurd Takao, and Hilary could not help but alienate those gloomy thoughts that hovered in his mind.
Julia and Mariam were with her, sitting on the last seat of the bus trying to make her smile. The Japanese tried to mention faint smiles, trying to laugh at jokes in Spanish.
Hilary felt terribly guilty for what had happened, in fact, kept wondering how he had not noticed the change of Takao.
Or rather, it was a reality that had tried to refuse, because she had noticed those attitudes.
Instinctively she clutched between the fingers shaped pendant drop Takao had given her years before, that he had given her during the shooting but Cancun for his nineteenth birthday, hoping to find a bit 'of relief.
"He'll be back normal, said Mariam drying a tear-faced friend.
It hurt her to see her friend in that state and she did not even know how to deal with that situation.
The only certainty I had was that anything would have happened had to be near her, exactly as Hilary had supported it in the past.
"Yes, we will find a solution" added shortly after Julia clutching the other hand the Japanese.
Hilary looked at her friends with a vacant look, and then embrace the two girls with a momentum, muttering a feeble "Thank you."
It was a matter of seconds and the bus braked sharply, bouncing back all passengers.
"What the hell is going on?" Queen snapped trying to get up and rubbing her head aching from the blow.
But as soon as she reached the driver's seat on her face she was painted an expression full of terror.
In front of their means of transport were Alexander, who was still wearing the mask, and Takao Elèna but they were not alone: they had the innocent hostages.
"Queen?" called Raul.
The girl turned quickly and with a grim expression said:
"They have kidnapped Hope and James."
Julia tried gaze of Yuri and Boris, who had a scared and seconds later they rushed out of the car, followed by the other boys.
As soon as they met the enemy looks strong tremors of terror crossed their backs, making them tremble.
To say that the atmosphere was electric would be an understatement, there were sparks.
Hilary tried gaze Takao, but the boy looked at all his expression grim as a sadistic smile was painted on her face.
"Takao, back to you," exclaimed the girl burst into tears.
She could not believe that the person who had in front of her was her boyfriend who had kidnapped the soul a few years earlier. It was all absurd to say the least
For her hard to accept that painful reality and, that image too different Japanese.
The heart of her seemed to lose more and more beaten, painfully breaking into a thousand pieces.
The Moor looked at her with indifference and said sarcastically:
"You worry about me? That tender".
Those words came sharp, further injuring the young singer, still too shocked to understand what was really going on.
"He is not our Takao" hissed Kei ear of brown as he turned his gaze to his daughter, then turned your attention to blonde:
"Leave them. They're just innocent children."
He articulated a slow chilling words, ready to act at any time in order to save his daughter.
"The things you ask politely but children are my bargaining chip" asserted Alexander with a cruel grin on his face.
"What do you want?" Boris snapped dangerously approaching a few steps, but Elèna quickly pulled the gun firing a shot near the foot of Russian, causing a deafening sound.
"Stand still," said the girl clutching better grip on Jacopo "If someone gets hurt, very hurt," the girl continued with a threatening tone, as he pointed to the child.
Boris stood at that point, clenching his fists in anger.
Hear the cries of the little spooked tore the soul.
He knew he should be bound by the terms if he wanted to avoid the worst, yet he could not help but feel helpless, as well as responsible for that situation.
"The case for brats" insisted the blond coolly, that shortly after added, "You have an hour to think about it."
But as soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of an engine followed by a loud screech, raising a lot of dust, which forced the two groups to come closer.
Shortly after the car appeared a red head, to Sonja.
The girl immediately jumped against the blond, she hit a strong punch that knocked him to the ground, and then continued to hit him with all the strength he had hissed "Do not you dare touch my children ever again."
The boys stared at the scene astonished, totally incapable of mumbling word.
They were incredulous to say the least and only Elèna broke the deathly silence.
"Katherine?" said Elèna stunned.
The girl was afraid for the life of his friend with whom he had made a pact a few months before: the red was not to expose themselves.
The raven looked up and a hint of a smile said:
"Hello, Elena".
Alexander, taking advantage of the carelessness of the girl, grabbing her by the wrists he could take her off, causing her to fall on the cold asphalt.
Sonja moaned in pain but was not ready to surrender.
That boy had ruined his life too and it was time to get it out by any means, although he knew that this was a move to say the least reckless.
Alexander smiled satisfied, ready to use those three boys as a weapon, knowing that the young Russian was still under its control.
He scanned the environment quickly, and clenched teeth she hissed the words that would subdue the minds of his slaves "Project Justice Wings *".
At the command Takao, Elèna and Sonja, although it warned a pain milder than the other two, laid their hands on their heads.
What they were feeling was indescribable suffering, it intensified further by the sounds they felt in their mind.
They seemed to be crazy and totally deprived of the control of their body.
"Leave them alone" shouted angry Ozuma.
It was absurd what he was seeing, he felt helpless.
"You bastard" muttered Sonja trying to get up with great difficulty.
Her whole body ached but he had no intention of surrendering.
Sonja could not render vain all the work she had done.
She tried to stretch as he could and with a lightning shot Elèna pushed her, and she also Jacopo, toward her friends, making her finish in the grip of Yuri, who looked at the enemy with an icy gaze and hateful.
Within seconds the unexpected happened.
Alexander threw a smoke bomb, and then quickly infiltrate the group by dragging someone with him.
There was a scream female: that of Mariam.
The girl winced frightened, totally paralyzed in the grip of the blond.
"Congratulations, Ivanova. You saved your sister" Alexander said coldly and unconcerned.
"What?" exclaimed Yuri and Elèna unison with a bewildered tone, then exchanged a look askance.
"Alexander, tell me you're kidding," said shortly after the Russian girl appealing.
She did not even know what to think and the truth seemed even more confused than before.
For too long he had believed to be related to Petrov's family and Sonja regarded as her only friend.
All I could think about was the certainty that she had been deceived, becoming aware of losing itself and many memories of his past.
"Elèna, I always told you that you're just a pawn" the blonde replied sarcastically, then added: "Poor little lonely child."
Elèna tried to struggle without success, in fact, Yuri continued to hold her.
He had no intention of leaving that girl, he could not allow her to get her back with that guy.
Not now that he who was really Alexander and especially because he really understood who that Russian: a shadow from the past.
Yuri began to curse himself for what had happened to Elèna, who had preferred to stay in Russia for many years before, wondering how he did not recognize it before.
The young Russian began to scan the profile of the younger sister, looking at her something familiar.
It was stunning to say the least resemblance between Sonja and Elèna, seemed almost twins but had not actually the same age.
In fact, the red was twenty-one years and younger must have more or less nineteen.
And then there was Alexander.
The blond as a child had been a little 'mad he knew it too, but at that time had exceeded all limits, although in the past had attempted to perform acts of cruelty against children, Ivanov precisely.
Elèna eyes were filled with tears and she was totally unable to mumble the word for the guilt, she was feeling, and the consciousness of having done harm to her own family began to make its way into her mind.
It was only her fault that Hope was over between the clutches of Alexander.
Yet, begin to remember small pieces of the past not helped her at all, in fact, confused her even more.
She was shot dead himself a person and not matter if he had done it to protect Sonja, after all he had done still a cruelty.
The only certainty I had was just that Alexander was not who he said he was, and what made it much more serene, especially because he could finally try to break free from that run.
"You have an hour from now and whether I have what I want them will die" said Alexander grim indicating his hostages, to get away, carrying Takao, Hope and Mariam, who looked at him with a look hopeful boyfriend, before disappearing behind an alley.
"It can not happen again," said Ozuma breaking the gloomy silence that hung over the group.
See Mariam again disappear into thin air and knowledgeable with Alexander did not make it at all quiet.
He was guilty, and exactly how it happened years before had not been able to do anything to save her.
Everyone looked at each other uncertainly, then turned attention to Sonja, totally surprised.
"Your friends are in danger and, for what it's worth, I'm sorry for what I did seriously" asserted Elèna with a broken voice.
Yuri stepped forward, covering his body with her younger sister and then put two fingers under her chin, peering more closely the girl's face.
"You're Elèna" asserted the red Russian coolly.
The nineteen year old sustained the gaze of his brother trying to appear cold and distant and with a momentum hugged the young man, as his eyes became more lucid and excited.
When their bodies made contact, Elèna trembled, feeling for the first time at home.
It never would have believed that a feeling so strong she could warm them the heart and soul.
Mariam could not figure out where she was, partly because the darkness around her did not allow her to distinguish almost nothing, waiting for his eyes to adjust to that condition.
He felt a hand gently stroking her shoulder, but being tied could not figure out who it was.
"Hello Mariam" said Alexander reaching the singer and kneeling before her.
"Who are you?" asked Mariam coldly, trying not to be overwhelmed by emotions.
The blond-haired boy gave a slight smile and a slow grueling took off the mask from her face.
Mariam was appalled, completely unable to think straight.
"You cann't be you!" She screamed in terror, but that could not really be the reality, or at least was what she hoped.
Space author (neutral):
* Justice Wings: yes, I know who wrote it does not make sense but it's the name of my clan in the game "Point Blank" (and I'm the leader).
We come to the story: there is action as promised but I warn you that the next will be tremendous and the theme which I will not want to offend anyone but if you do not want to read well, you understand.
You feel with "You broke my soul."
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