WARNING: FILLER CHAPTER AHEAD!

Sorry for the long wait guys. I've been really busy because I was supposed to go to Germany today but my dad hurt his back and so we couldn't go. But I'm going to mexico on Saterday for a week so its OK, I guess. Anyway, I had to update because I haven't in a wile so here ya go.

NOTE: SPELLING: BAD. I KNOW. COMPUTER: STUPID :'-( 5 REVIEWS: I UPDATE.

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"I still don't get it."

Silas sighed for the thousandth time. He was practically jogging in place he had so much energy in him. But Aelita, on the other hand, was out of breath. Damn XANA for advancing him in strength.

"XANA thinks you're his daughter and wants you back in Lyoko forever," Silas said as fast as he could.

"It just doesn't make any sense," Aelita said, flinging the bottle cap to her canteen in the air. "XANA doesn't love anything…."

"He loves you. You're his daughter."

"I am not!"

Silas shook his head. "I really don't get girls," he said. "They're so troublesome."

"Ha, you're funny. Besides, when are we going to get there?"

"If you don't hurry up, we're not going to get there at all!" Silas grumbled.

Aelita smirked and stood up. "Silas, can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah?"

"If XANA feels love, does that mean you do to? Because you always talk about Niome and call her beautiful, and it sounds like love."

Silas looked confused. "What is love?"

Aelita sighed. "It's like…I don't know how to explain it. Like, XANA loves me, right? And look what he's done to get me. He thinks I'm his daughter. He's risk anyone for me, except himself."

"I don't know," Silas admitted. He stared into Aelita's emotionless green eyes. He then looked away. "We better hurry before Niome gets caught."

Aelita was about to say something else, but Silas didn't want to hear it. She didn't know the reason why he didn't love. The reason was because very soon, he was going to die.

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The seven people charged at Niome, their swords drawing closer and closer. The violate-eyed girl shivered. The room was dark, and all she could see was there swords and their hoods through the dim moonlight.

"Don't underestimate me," she said, standing up. She looked around calmly. If they were going to kill her, wouldn't they turn on the lights? The darkness seemed to distracting. Something slid across her arm, creating a gash. Niome yelped in pain and staggered back.

Next thing she knew, she was grabbed by her hair roughly from behind. Then she was crushed against the wall.

"Stupid girl," one said. "You knew you couldn't defeat XANA by yourself."

Someone spit at her. "Whore."

Niome felt s tear come to her eye. For the months she had been alive, she had been hiding behind Yumi. She had just fought because she was angry. And she knew no one would kill her.

But she had been hiding.

"Look, she's crying," one of them hissed, laughing. "Stupid clone."

Niome, screwed her eyes shut and reached into her pocket, pulling out a small knife.

"Don't even try that," the man holding her down said. "You can't kill me with that!"

Niome opened her eyes and smirked, breathing in the hard sent of the wall. "So be it," she said.

It happened pretty fast. Niome twisted her arm around as fast as she could, slicing the man's wrist. He finally had let go of her hair when she jumped on top of him and stabbed him in the throat. "You're wrong," she said through gritted teeth and grabbed his sword, jabbing it in his back.

The six other men jumped back surprised to see their dead teammate on the floor.

"I'm sick of all of you," Niome said angrily. "I'm sick of you people treating me like dirt. I'm sick of humans, thinking they can do whatever. XANA was right. All of you are just a piece of shit in the real universe. Compared to people like me, you are nothing."

Not even shocked by her own words, Niome pulled out the sword that was inside the dead man on the floor. The blood on the sword seemed to make something stir inside of her, and she smiled. Her eyes slowly turned crimson red.

"I hate all of you," she said, slowly making her way towards the others. The six other men were frozen in fear, backing away from her.

"Survival of the fittest," she said. "You deserve to die." And she charged at them.

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Odd picked his calloused fingers, flinging the dead skin onto the desert ground. He chewed on the inside of his lip, trying to figure out what to do. Another attack had big placed on his small platoon, and the group was scattered. Luckily, they had found an abandon air base so they could have cover. Unluckily, there were much more machines then them.

"Sir!" someone shouted. Odd turned towards a boy not older then him with black hair.

Did he just call me sir? Odd wandered. Whatever.

"We're fighting not only machines, but humans," the boy said.

"Humans?" Odd asked, amazed. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. They have the enemies symbol on their headbands."

Odd nodded. What was XANA trying to pull? He reloaded his AK-47 quickly and began shooting widely into the clouds of dust. Damn.

"You," he said, pointing to the boy with black hair. "Try and find as many people as you can. And ask around for a kid named Ulrich."

The boy nodded, and Odd turned back to the enemy. He still couldn't see a darn things. The stupid sand was in the way. Then he saw something, or someone, not to far away. He couldn't tell if it was his own teammate or what, but he aimed his gun and shot away. The figure turned towards him and charged. I'm guessing that's not my teammate, Odd thought. Before he could move, he was shoved to the ground. Hard. A stabbing pain throbbed in his shoulder and he cried out in pain.

"I…shot…you!" he choked, trying to shove the person off him. He then looked into reddish eyes of a boy not much older then him. Odd's eyes widened in shock.

"He's right," the boy said he coughed some blood and turned his head and spat some. "You are weak."

Odd just stared as the boy rolled off of him. Odd sat up, pain flaring up in his shoulder. He then turned to the boy, who had bullet holes all over his chest and stomach. Yet he had still been able charge at Odd? Something wasn't right.

The boy was perfectly still. He's dead, Odd thought. He had killed him. The blond grasped the knife with both hand and yelled as he pulled it out from inside of him.

Panting hard, blood oozed from the hole in his shoulder. He glanced back at the boy. He had dark black hair that fell in his eyes, and the headband with XANA's symbol on it seemed to loose it's shine. Odd slowly took off the headband and studied it. He then took the knife tha was drenched in his own blood and scraped a mark through the symbol.

"I won't go back on my word XANA," he said, wiping some blood from his mouth. He tied the headband around his leg. "I'll kill you, if it's the last thing I do." He then layed his head down on the sand, sighing. He was so…tired…

He passed out.

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"Hurry up!" Silas shouted for the seventieth million time. He drummed his fingers on his leg as a panting Aelita caught up to him.

"Do…we…have…to…move…so…fast," she said between pants.

"Stop complaining! We're almost there," Silas said. He grabbed hand and the two began running once more.

"It's a sandstorm!" Aelita complained.

"Shh!" Silas shouted. If this girl didn't shut up, he would have to knock her out and carry her. Sure that sounded bad, but he had to get her too the castle before they were caught. She wouldn't be tortured, but he sure as hell would.

But the damn sand wasn't making it any easier. Suddenly, Silas slammed into something hard, Aelita fallowing right behind him.

"What was—" a deep voice said, but soon stopped. Shit, Silas thought.

"It's the…the…The Key…" the voice said.

"Get the kid!" another shouted, and everyone charged at poor Aelita and Silas. Thinking quickly, Silas pulled out a knife and grabbed Aelita from behind him and put her in a hed lock and made the knife touch her neck.

"S—Silas?" Aelita asked, shaking beneath his arms.

"If you move any closer, I'll kill her," Silas said darkly. He set the knife in his other hand and pulled down the sleeve of his armor, revealing a strange tattoo.

"Shit, he's A-rank," someone said.

"Leave them alone. He can get the reward," some other man mumbled.

Silas grabbed Aelita's hand and started running again.

"Silas," Aelita asked from behind "What happened back there?"

"XANA put a price on your head. Whoever returned you, would get freedom."

"Why were they all so afraid of you?"

So full of questions, Silas thought, annoyed. "Because I'm an A-rank clone. They're all just C ranks or D ranks."

Aelita remained silent. "Silas, why are you helping me?"

"What do you mean? Because—"

Aelita interrupted him. "Aren't clones bound to their hosts? If so, if we kill XANA, then won't you die as well?"

Silas stopped in his tracks and turned to Aelita. He wasn't sure what to think. What she said was true. If XANA died, he would die as well.

"Because, you're life matters more in the eyes of this world then mine," he said slowly. It was also true. No one new a boy—scratch that, clone—named Silas existed. His name wasn't even real. Niome had given it to him before he parted on his mission to find Aelita. Niome had told him she had made up her own name, too. And he deserved one.

I wish I was real…Silas thought. But he wasn't. he was just as real as his other fellow clones. He was made from XANA. A simple image. And it hurt.

Was it hurt? Silas didn't have a real heart to have emotions. His was kind of fake, like plastic or something. A replacement for the real thing.

"Silas?" Aelita asked.

"Let's move," he said before the conversation could grow any further.

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Is Silas doomed to die in the end? And is Niome too? O.O Uh oh, I've said to much. Anyway, please review. it will make me feel better after not getting to go to Germany :-(

Ja ne for now! (means something like goodbye in Japanese)