Folken awoke to the sound of snoring, and felt something wrapped about his waist. He had nearly forgotten what had happened last night, but abruptly remembered when he saw the lean brown arms covered in small bruises. He sighed and looked to Van, stroking his cheeks. The boy stirred, turning on his side, and slowly opened his eyes. "Am I.dead?" Van muttered, half asleep. Folken laughed as a response and shook his head. "No Van, but I am," He laughed again and stood, stretching. Van kicked off the sheets and jumped up, feeling new energy shoot through him. A decent nights sleep was what he needed most. "I suppose you are hungry?" Folken asked, turning to Van as he slipped on his cloak. "We don't have much. The only person here that eats is Ezekel. I'll get you some fruit or something, alright?" Van nodded briskly, holding his growling stomach. "I'll also check in the old Madoushi's labs for some ointment for those wounds. They are already infected," Folken shrugged and strode out, heading down the metal hallways, his boots clicking softly. Van watched him leave, and didn't know what to make of all this. His brother was back, Meruru was dead, and Allen was probably dead, buried in the ruins of New Fanelia. Van Felt that the Fates felt Fanelia wasn't supposed to be at this point. "Well, third time is a charm," he muttered. He walked back to the bed, and turned towards the window. He gasped and covered his mouth, remembering that Dilandau was still there. Or rather Dilandau's remains. He closed his eyes and strode over to the body. He covered his nose, for it already smelt a week old. He looked around quickly for some spray, or anything to rid of the smell, and threw open the window. With much effort, he picked up the armor laden body and tossed him out the window, watching his body fall several stories downward. Van closed his eyes, wincing. Now all he had to deal with was the head. The worst part. He knelt down to the head, picking it up. Black blood spilt over his hands. He gagged, and felt like he'd throw up. He couldn't help but look at the head. It still looked alive. The eyes were wide open with shock and his cheeks were stained with spots of black blood. He shook his head, throwing it out the window without a second thought.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Folken threw aside some old drawers, scattering old research documents. Dust rose in plumes. Folken sighed in exasperation, and kicked one of the toppled desks. Over his shoulder, he noticed a few surgical tools scattered about, and went closer to investigate. He pulled open some of the drawers, and found some white cream in a clear mason jar. He smiled and tucked it in his cloak pocket. Suddenly, he felt another's presence, and spun around looking. No one was there. In his head, he heard a deep voice. What are you doing in the old madoushi's lab, Folken my child? Trying to regain memories form your former life? Folken snorted. "That boy, my brother. His wounds are bad. He killed Dilandau before Dilandau could kill him. He let down his guard," There was laughter. Folken, we are linked. I know your every move! No use Lying to me.

Folken winced. He started walking back to Van's room, listening to the voice chatter on. I wont punish you for killing that boy. I know how you feel for your brother. But I will punish you for disobeying and lying to me. Remember. You can't run, because I know where you are, and so long as you "live" I have control over you. The voice vanished. Folken shook his head, muttering profanities under his breath. He swung open the door to Van's room and saw he was staring out the window, nearly about to fall out. "Van what are you doing!?" Folken ran over and pulled Van back out, and set him on the floor. Van pouted and glared at Folken. "Why'd you do that??? I was perfectly safe," Van pouted. "With your feet hanging a foot off the ground I beg to differ. What were you doing?" Folken looked out the window. "I had to dispose of.Dilandau's remains," Van sighed. Folken covered his mouth. "Uuuggghh.Sorry I left that," "It's alright," There was a pause. " I found some ointment," Van looked at Folken. "Now lay down on the bed," Van nodded and did as he was told. He felt a cold feeling against his chest, and a sudden pain. He cried out, and gripped the edges of the bed. "Folken!! That hurts!!!" "Of course it's going to! It's killing the bacteria in the wounds!" Van closed his eyes tightly and tried to think of happy things. Flowers, puppies fuzzy ducklings!! Things that DON'T hurt! "There, all done!" Folken proclaimed. Van sat up and prodded at his chest. "Don't poke it. You'll only get bacteria in there again! "Don't you need to bandage it?" "For a wound like this, it only needs air to heal," Van plopped down onto the bed, and stared at the ceiling. He couldn't think because his chest hurt so badly. "Now I am going to go find you some food, okay little brother?" "K then" "Get some rest," "k" Folken smiled back at his little brother, and closed the door behind him. He was glad Van didn't hate him anymore. Turning, he saw red eyes, and purple hair. His heart, or lack there of, began to pound furiously. Ezekel reached out, and touched his cheek. "And now for that punishment," He held his hand over Folken's head. Folken felt his eyes roll in the back of his head, feeling himself go limp. He couldn't hold himself up anymore, and everything in his conscious mind slipped away. Then at that point, he found himself in a plain of mist, colored red and purple. Visions of people that Zaibach soldiers had killed, Himself destroying Fanelia a second. He realized where he was. He was back in his personal hell, and reliving everyone of his horrors. The pain of the dragon ripping off his arm, waking with an unfamiliar weight at his side. He screamed, and shook his head, curling up in a fetal ball. Ezekel smiled. "Now good, Rise my puppet," Folken clumsily rose to his feet, leaning himself against a wall, and eventually was able to stand straight up and look Ezekel in the eye. " Look outside Folken," Folken nodded and stumbled over to a window, looking outside. There were many of the dead felice and dead people in general working outside, slowly rebuilding the Zaibach empire. "Soon, we'll make a comeback.! Zaibach will be restored to its former glory.no.Much more than that! " Ezekel had a psychotic smile on his face, as he clenched his fists, looking out the window with wide childlike eyes. Folken stared out blankly, not moving a muscle. In his heart he knew this was wrong, knew it was meant to stay destroyed. That's what fate had pre ordained, after all. Ezekel laughed and wrapped his arms around Folken. "We'll