The boys watched with an absorbed the huge mean written with blood blood that sat on candido wall, giving a macabre aspect to that room devoid of color and life.
Everything was totally inanimate apparently dead. To say that this place was ominous could be called a real understatement.
The red liquid, still fresh, dripping slowly on the light walls, making it stand out more that phrase mortal which read: "Soon you will do the same end," indicating the bodies mutilated and decapitated dolls placed beneath it, as well as a perfect reproduction of their friends vanished into thin air.
That place seemed to suck forcefully life, stressing the fear that had taken possession of the public mind of the boys, creeping like a snake slowly in their hearts, making changing their hopes in sheer terror.
The boys went on to roam their looks terrified of those toys destroyed, while cold shivers traveling along violently their backs, destandoli from that moment of destruction in which they had hidden unintentionally.
The acre metallic smell of blood flooded the room tank, forming concentric circles around the dolls, forming around them concentric circles perfect, and closer they came to toys, and more became narrow, instilling in spies a disturbing feeling of tightness in the physical and mental .
The eyes of the young spies guizzavano from point to point of the room with a look of fear and anxiety and, in the clean room, no one dared mumbling word. They were totally unable to formulate any coherent thought and the only feeling that could prove it was the fear, the same feeling that made him fear for the lives of their friends.
"We have to find them. Immediately" snapped Boris coming out of that macabre place, turning one last disgusted look to the doll depicting Sonja, the only one who's face was split in half.
In fact, a part showing the sister of Yuri and the other Helen and this was a clear indication sull'insanità mental Alexander and that the Muscovite had already figured out.
He understood that the blond left nothing to chance and this made him fear that, probably, he would have tried to corrupt the minds of the two girls.
But Boris was not going to lose again his wife and, without waiting for his companions, he began to examine with caution the whole environment, conscious of the fact that, before making gestures that could prejudice the outcome of the mission was to find a way out of that place.
"Huznestov, remain vigilant. We must get out of this lousy place" asserted Kei with a tone cold and impassive, although he also feared for the life of Sonja.
He knew he had to prevent his colleague to make gestures that could compromise their research, though its real motives were very different, mostly related to the health of his daughter.
Inside the cubicle air grew heavier, stunning fully girls, almost all without senses.
No one would have been able to say how long they were locked up in that room and to every passing second that feeling suffocating became more and more painful.
Their lungs seemed to writhe more and more in the chest, their throats, they came from mild stifled groans, were increasingly dry, while their eyes became increasingly glassy.
Poured all in a daze, totally unable to distinguish truth dall'illusioni that appeared in their minds.
Suddenly there was a slow creak, a clear sign that the door had been opened, followed by a slow pace and quiet, but none of the girls had the strength to react.
Elèna, relying on her aching arms, she could clearly see the scene.
Takao was there and was rising from the icy white floor Julia. Immediately the young Russian noticed that in the eyes of the boy there was something different and a flash light filled his eyes to life, making them guess that maybe they had a hope.
Yet she felt that nothing was certain, he was afraid of making a mistake but he knew he had to do something, anything to save themselves and get out of that hell deadly.
"Takao ... leave her, please," murmured Elèna supplicating, turning his blue eyes in those of the Japanese, who in reply looked at her with a look cold and sadistic, making her shiver.
"Please ..." mumbled the Muscovite weaving, trying to ignore the suffocating smell of gas that invaded his nostrils.
"I can't. I'm sorry, Elèna," said Takao a tone regretted, closing firmly the door of the room, turning one terrified look to Hilary.
He would have been able to justify that feeling of emptiness that weighed in his chest. He knew perfectly well what he was doing was very wrong but could not not obey the commands that had been assigned, and yet he could not even rebel.
He had totally lost possession of his body, acting as an automaton, along the long corridor with slow steps and mechanical.
And it was for this reason that he was pretending to take those weird pills that Alexander brought him every morning, and since he had stopped new sensations had begun to invade his mind corrupt, although the memories appeared increasingly distant and faded.
The Japanese looked carefully the face of Julia was lying unconscious in his arms and a strange feeling invaded his limbs.
Ask for help to Julia was a real madness, and this now Takao had understood just fine.
That girl was completely crazy, a real dictator, but she knew perfectly well that she needed her to be able to achieve its goals: Hilary and the university but all the books and all the concepts learned depressed him and discouraged.
The state besetting the desk was to say the least disastrous and define the mobile mess could be called an understatement.
In fact there were many books scattered everywhere, some open, others, however, they were arranged in columns unsafe and unstable.
Many papers were scattered everywhere and notebooks towered everywhere, filling every centimeter of that desk, emphasizing more the chaos that prevailed that room.
He watched with a look discouraged that damn study of the functions on the child, trying to figure out what to do, although he had not the slightest idea where to start.
For him those were just numbers and signs incomprehensible and devoid of any meaning, when, suddenly Julia slammed his hand on the table.
"Takao, I've already explained what to do. A little 'commitment," she snapped with a harsh tone, indicating again the examples written neatly on the page.
The eighteen year old gave him a skeptical look at the singer, wondering again if he had been right to ask for help.
"I do not understand anything. This is not math, this is torture able to make crazy any student" he said exhausted, dipping his hands through his hair theatrically.
"Hilary fully understands the math. You know, right?" He asserted the Spanish with a stern voice, taking a seat next to the dark, and then ask him a polite smile and friendly "And I know you can do it, even if your motivation is weak. You have to study for yourself and I know you can do it, partly because you're not stupid, "she added a moment later with sweetness, hoping to comfort his friend.
"I really think I can do it?" asked the young high school student with a look hopeful.
"Takao ... please do not be stupid. The mathematics lies ahead," said Julia, smiling happily, indicating the exercises with a finger.
"Thank you, Julia!" he exclaimed in a tone grateful, immersing himself again in the damn numbers.
"We're friends, remember," said the singer cheerfully, then added in a loud voice "And friends help always."
Takao put Julia on the couch with a confused look.
That phrase pounding insistently in the head, joined the scream screeching that was invading the mind, emphasizing that unpleasant feeling that weighed on his heart.
He did not know what to do, it was totally unable to react while the sweet voice of Hilary thundered in mind.
The figure of the girl had appeared violently in the girl and pleading eyes that she had given him a few weeks before had an open wound in his heart.
He felt shaken by all those images and memories that appeared to flash in his head.
He knew those guys, they were his friends, or so he thought.
He began to run without stopping along the corridor, trying desperately those guys.
Inside of that building the battle raged incessantly, in fact it was like watching a real crossfire.
All were engaged in a melee against the enemy, and the air did not feel nothing but cries of pain or noises of bodies being thrown hard against the walls.
Kei was fighting against a Russian spy strong but inexperienced and with a leap he managed to hurl the girl on the floor, blocking any movement, causing her to scream in pain for the strong hold of the silver.
But the young, in a split second and relying on his back, flew the Moscow against a secret door, opening it. Revealing the presence of colleagues unconscious and without meaning.
Boris watched the scene with one eye and within seconds landed a powerful kick in the belly of his opponent, causing him to fall to the ground in pain and immediately went into that room, looking quickly Sonja.
"Shooting the girls out of here, you continue to fight," asserted the platinum in a tone that brooked no argument, quickly raising his wife off the floor.
"Take back now or I get angry a lot. Got it, Sonja? Wake up," said the twenty worried, trying to check the condition of his wife.
The young woman opened slightly eyes and weaving heavily, muttered: "I've said that I will not leave. Not this time"
"If you try it you do out of me. I swear, Ivanova" replied Boris hint of a smile sincere, serene, happy to again see the woman he loves to breathe.
"My friends ..." she added in a tone barely audible but that masked a lot of concern, trying to look over the shoulders of her husband who was still holding, and then let it fall to the floor with little delicacy, ignoring openly his protests.
"I go by them" asserted the platinum coldly, noting with pleasure that his colleagues had almost finished to defeat their opponents.
Inside the room again was heard a creak, revealing moments later the figure of Takao that soon achieved Hilary, looking at her with eyes full of tears, ignoring the presence of Kei and Boris watching him with an enigmatic expression.
"Hilary, please ... wake up ... wake up ..." mumbled the boy with a pleading tone, shaking it gently.
"Kinomiya, if you're back in, do it out of this room," Kei said with a cold voice that brooked no argument, he watched carefully all the moves of the Japanese.
"Boris, helps Helene to get up and take her away from this place and try Yuri. Alexander wants to kill him," added the dark a tone worried, raising Hilary from the floor but before leaving the room, he turned and said: "I'm sorry, guys . I did not want to hurt you. "
Within moments the Japanese had relived his life, recalling all that had happened.
In the beginning were many small flash that in a few moments they had together perfectly, creating images of his life as a mosaic, and each piece had an important meaning for the guy who again had regained control of his body.
The old Takao had struggled against himself, allowing his mind to be reborn and bracing.
After all he had always been a warrior, and despite everything, unconsciously, knew he could not give up especially for the people she loved.
It was not easy at all exits from the tunnel but had won his personal battle against the darkness, rising from the darkness darker, and it gave him a new life.
He felt again the blood flow faster in the veins, while the feelings had started to beat strong in his chest. He had to do the right thing for him and for those he loved, fighting against evil and nothing could stop him.
Nothing.
"Takao, get out immediately from this room" thundered Boris irritated, looking at his interlocutor with a look devoid of emotion, though he doubted the sudden change of the boy.
The Japanese gave him a sincere smile to the two boys and moments later left the room.
Takao leaned Hilary alongside Mao and after a few moments, with a cold voice, turning to the enemy spies, yelled:
"Hold on."
The fighters stopped immediately, leaving the boys perplexed that looked Japanese with a quizzical expression, while the lights of Alexander disappeared quickly.
Young boys positioned themselves immediately into attack position, waiting calmly action Takao, although all hoped that the Japanese had regained consciousness of himself.
"Takao, are really you?" murmured Max with pleading eyes, studying him carefully.
"Yes, Max. How nice to see you again," said the brunette cheerfully, smiling to his friends sincerely, despite the guilt were borne on his heart.
He was happy to see his friends and was willing to do anything to help those who had always supported and that, despite everything, had never harmed.
"Takao?" muttered Hilary, who was still on the cold floor, while getting up in a tone touched.
Mille chills began to invade the mind of the young man who immediately reached the girl, helping her.
Immediately shook singer herself, hugging her gently and intoxicated with the sweet scent of the girl, enjoying that sweet contact that was warming the heart and soul.
"I missed you, but ..." he began to tell her gently, trying to hold back the tears that stung my eyes, "you're an idiot! A real idiot. My" added shortly after the girl moved.
She was extremely happy to get his boyfriend with him, a joy so powerful and indescribable. Hilary, without him, she felt lost and empty and knowing that at last he was back filled her breast touching their emotions, healing his wounded soul.
"Thanks for the help, guys," snapped suddenly Mariam ironically, trying to help Crystal and Mao to his feet, who felt a nagging sense of physical exhaustion and mental.
"Are you well?" asked Ozuma approaching the girlfriend, hugging her gently, glad to see you safe and sound.
"Yes," exclaimed all in unison, seeking solace in the eyes of their friends and, after a brief moment of silence, Helen turned to a television camera abruptly, and with a harsh tone said,
"Alexander, I know you're a man but you're just a fucking bitch" *
All looked lost and after a brief moment of tension everyone started to laugh.
Suddenly, the walls began to shake violently, collapsing several plaster and metal parts, triggering pandemonium among boys who immediately began to scurry, looking for shelter as they could.
They knew perfectly well that it was the most dangerous thing to do an earthquake but they were trapped, locked in that place of no return.
Everything moved quickly and dangerously, and dry sounds that could be heard were not bode well.
There was a strong scream, followed by a collapse and a deep ping.
Hilary was on the ground, away from Takao, who was lying on the ground, flooded with heavy debris.
His face was covered with a large number of cuts and wounds from which came the blood, his hands were not moving and the young man had a painful smile painted on his face.
"Takao" shouted the singer, crawling toward her boyfriend crying, but he was not breathing.
He was dead.
Space author:
Credits * "I know you're a man but you're a bitch" is taken from 6x1 to pretty little liars.
What to say? This chapter does not like at all and gave me a number of difficulties.
I can not say what I liked but did not satisfy me at all. I find flat and boring ...
Well, the next week with "It's over, Alexander won"