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Chapter 8: IN A FLASH

Tears in her eyes, she blindly walks to her ride home. She looks at the keys and then sighs. She instead keeps on going for a walk. She needs to clear her head. Why? Why do people always use her? No one ever appreciated her for what she did. She kicks a stone, and doesn't notice the person walking behind her slowly. He brushes back a lock of black hair, which spills, over his shoulders. His tall figure looms behind her, but she doesn't notice. He has a somewhat grim smile on his pale, handsome face. He shifts his glasses from on the bridge of his nose and clears his throat. She stops dead in her tracks and turns around. Who is he?

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"Aww she'll be back Trunks," Bra said. Trunks didn't respond, but continued to look out the window. Isis came over to them and smiled weakly at Bra. "Can I speak to him for a minute?" she asked. Bra reluctantly left her brother's side and walked away. "Um, Trunks? Is it ok if I talk to you?" she asked. He nodded slowly. "Look, I just want to say, to say that I'm sorry." "Sorry? Sorry for what?" he spat out bitterly. "For not coming back, I, I went on the date with Goten, and well, he's nice and everything, but, it just didn't work out, and he understood that. So now I'm hoping that you would." She asked. He looked at her and smiled. "What the hell do you think I am huh?" he asked. "Some kind of frigin spring thing? That if he doesn't work out you come back to me? Look, when I saw you, I began to believe in love at first sight. And when I asked you, you tell me that you want to see someone else first, who turns out, to be my damn best friend and compare us. How the hell do you think I feel? I feel sick, sick to my damn stomach, and you know what? I just found someone, who actually cared about me, and as soon as you come skipping along, cause the other one's not good, she leaves!" By now, Trunks' eyes were blazing with anger. He was on the verge of tears and his fists were clenched so tightly, his knuckles were white. Isis stood trembling live a leaf. He face was pale, and tears were in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Pan came over to Trunks and put her hand on his shoulder. "Calm down Trunks," By now, everybody was staring at them. Isis stumbled back and ran out of the house. All the talk in the room had ceased and the only sound was the radio. "This time I'm mistaken, for handin' you a heart worth breakin'" The guitars bleared and everyone was looking at Trunks. He looked at his mother. "I'll take you upstairs Trunks," she said quietly. "No Bulma, I'll take him up on the elevator," Pan said. Bulma nodded and Pan began to wheel Trunks away. "Well, uh, let's continue shall we?" Bulma asked awkwardly. Krellen went over to Bulma. "Hey Bulma?" he said. "Yeah Krellen?" she asked. "I don't think we should stay. If you wanna cut the cake, fine, but this is not good, where's Marron?" he asked. She looked around. "I don't know, maybe she's in the bathroom." She said. "Ok, well, that's my suggestion," he said going back over to 18. Bulma sighed. "Well guys, I guess we should cut the cake," Bulma said. "But mom, what about-" "No. Trunks needs to calm down, and I think you should leave him alone, let Pan talk to him, she's staying over right?" Bra nodded. "Alright then, let's go." She said. Bra sighed and nodded. "Great," she muttered following Bulma into the kitchen.

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"Who are you?!" Marron shouted. The man didn't reply, but he held out his hand to her. Marron looked at him with doubt. "Who are you?" she asked again. "What does it matter?" she asked in a hypnotic voice. She looked at his eyes. "What do you want?" she asked softly. "To help you Marron," he said. She gasped. "How do you know my name?" she asked. He chuckled. "In due time, you will find out. But for now my dear, come with me, I only want to help, you don't deserve to be treated the way you are. You are worth much more." He said coming closer to her. "Will you take my hand?" he asked. She looked at him and looked around. "How can I trust you?" she asked. He smiled. "Do you not trust me Marron dear?" he asked. She looked in his eyes. She some how wasn't afraid and she gingerly stuck her hand out. His hand was milky soft. He kneeled down and kissed her hand. "Marron dear, I thank you," he said. He rose up and smiled. "Come, let us go," he said. He swept out his long, black cloak, which she hadn't noticed before, and swept it around them both. They disappeared in an instant. The wind rattled in the trees, and all that remained on the ground was the bunch of keys, which she had dropped out of fright. The moon glinted on the keys and they shone as in mockery at their owner who had left them in a flash.

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So who's the dude with the cloak?? And where is he taking Marron? And what about the keys? And-ok, I have to stop now, review please!!!!!