Hi everyone thanks for all those reviews! I shall answer some queries for you, the idea for the trench coat wearing bit is close to what I have planned (a little sneak for you there to the future of my story ; ) ).

I think the reason I put that poem in the last chapter was to show not all of mine are angsty. It also shows, to me, that people are deeper then you imagine, like Kai is. The police have no idea to the depth of him. That's why I did it, I think! And yeah, I love angst!

Kai has been through a lot, but he cant help but feel that he's week sometimes, like we all do, and its because he's been through so much he's beginning to doubt his higher abilities. He just needs to see that it really isn't that bad.

Kai isn't running from his problems, he's running from himself. It's the way he is, not others that gets to him, and even though he can be a fighter, deep down he needs space and solitude to just remember who he is. When he runs, it's to face the problem. It's a little backward I know but that's the way I've done him. You will have to wait and see if anything happens before the trial! And yeah, Leon is very unpredictable!

To the person who wanted me to send the story to them, its written and saved as separate documents for each chapter, do you still want me to send them to you? Let me know! And thank you for helping me out with that problem! I need to remember when I check the chapter! Kai has the tendency to just leave doesn't he? He hates to have to explain himself, so he just doesn't, his simple solution I guess! I'm not sure about the double spacing, its happened to me before! What I do with my poems if I don't want them double spaced is to write them like you normally would but in the centre of the page, I think that helps! Hope that helps you all! Thanks for the positive reviews!!

The rain wasn't really cold; it seemed warmed slightly by a warm breeze that worked gently through the water logged leaves of trees that lined the pavements. Kai took no notice as he continued to run on, his leg twinging as the healing skin pulled with each stride. His breath came out in even intervals, not changing however much he ran, his stride never shortening or slowing. There were few people around in the downpour to see the coatless teen sprint past, a wet scarf trailing limply behind.

Kai slowed down when he reached the park. So this was where he had landed up? He slowed right down to a walk and wandered amongst the slushy grass. The children's playground loomed into view. He strode down the slight hill and stood in front of the swings. His hand reached up to stroke a metal bar, a memory clear in his mind, a small smile played absently on his face.

memoryA small blue and slate haired child ran to the swing set that had been newly erected in the large garden. His laughter made his parents smile as they stood and watched him. Kai sat on the seat of the swing.

"Push me Papa!" he cried out.

The man obliged his small son and pushed the swing gently into the air. His laughter mingled with Kai's joyful ones. Kai's mother stood in front of them, camera at her eye.

"Wave Kai!" se called out melodiously. Kai did and she snapped them together.

"Happy birthday baby" she said as she walked up to the pair of them. She ruffled Kai's hair as he came in for a push and linked arms with Kai's father. It was one of the happiest memories Kai could remember.

With a jerk he pulled away his hand from the cool, rain slicked metal. It did no good to remember things that caused him so much pain. He walked away from the swings, purposely looking away from the other play equipment. He topped a rise in the ground and found a tree to sit beneath. He pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them.

He sat, watching the rain pour down like grey paint from a greyer canvas. He was soaked, the water tracing patterns and streams on his skin, yet nothing could wash away the misery he felt.

He wanted the trial over; he wanted Voltaire out of his life. But he still had to face the man. How could you say those things about the only family you had, even if you couldn't bring yourself to call them that. He shuddered, not from the weather, but from the wall he had to face. A solid wall, and he had to bring it down.

Only one thing kept him from running forever, his friends. They were his new family, all he had left. If he didn't do this and bring Voltaire to his knees, then they would be forever in danger. Maybe he could relax when this was all over? But then there was Boris and Leon. His heart seemed to sink, it would never end.

Kai didn't know how long he had been out, the rain had not ceased and the gentle drum of it against the tree and ground had lulled him. He was awoken from his trance by his name called out from behind the tree. He stood wearily and looked around the thick trunk. There was Max and Ray, looking for him, calling his name. He sighed and walked towards them.

"Kai!" yelled Max, his frown quickly turning into his trademark grin.

Kai nodded to the both of them. Ray held up a coat and Kai looked at him blankly for a second before shaking his head and stalking off back in the direction of Tyson's house. What was the point of wearing one when he was already wet? He put his hands in his pocket and stared ahead, ignoring the two behind him for the time being. It wasn't that he wanted to be nasty, but they were better off not knowing what he was really feeling, and Kai wasn't sure he could keep it hidden if he started talking. It would be like opening a dam.

They walked back in silence, Kai's mood seemed to hang in the air as thick as the clouds above them.

Elvira and Riyo were still there, waiting for him. He stood before them, water dripping off his chin and down his neck.

Elvira spoke, and Kai wondered if Riyo said anything to anyone other then his partner.

"We are sorry if we made you feel uncomfortable Kai, but you should have said something."

"I 'should' have done what I wanted to do, oh wait, I did." Replied Kai, meaning the sarcasm.

Elvira just looked at him, too professional for Kai's liking, and Riyo was sorting something out on his camera.

Elvira took a deep breath. "Kai, please don't run off again, we need to ask you some very personal questions that you will feel uncomfortable about."

Kai glared at her, he hoped desperately that this wasn't going were he thought it might be.

"We need you to talk about your rape." There, one sentence, they had said it. Kai felt strangely numb about it. He seemed to be fading into a shell, pulled away from what was happening. Then he realised it wasn't a shell, it was a pair of wings, red and black entwined. He didn't feel it as he fell to is knees. Faces swam in his vision, voiced fuzzy in his head. Yet still numb.

Then it started, a familiar itching between his shoulder blades. Then it turned to pain. He convulsed and fell forward to support himself on his hands. Hs back was on fire, and he both hated and relished the feeling. The fire of life, the pain of death rolled into one.

His breath became ragged, snagging in his throat as pain tore through his back. He felt hands touch him, only to flinch away as if burned. Wings shrouded his body from them, and he realised they were his own, but instead of red or black, or even both, they were grey. The colour of his life, his soul.

He felt his grip on his mind become loose, and the wings suddenly began to feel lighter, unreal. He remembered falling forward, but not hitting the floor. Just the cool, hard surface of the tile, like he had always lain there. He drifted away.

When Ray and Max had found Kai, Ray knew something was seriously wrong. Something seemed to burn defiantly in Kai's reddish eyes, yet the fire there could've frozen the rain around them. He didn't know why he had offered the coat to Kai, it just seemed polite he supposed. When they had got back to the house, Kai had gone back to the kitchen were Elvira and Riyo had remained waiting. It wasn't long before an alarmed cry had them all running to the closed kitchen door.

Now Ray stood, nursing a burned hand, as they watched Kai. He had fallen forward, his wings laying over him protectively before vanishing. Why grey? Ray knew they were something from the Biovolt experiment, yet they had always been the phoenix's wings. And why had they come out like that? What had the police two said, done?

Laying before them was Kai, still wet and shivering slightly on the cold floor, yet seemingly asleep. Tyson's dad strode forward and scooped Kai into his arms in one sweep. He left the room, throwing a nasty look at the two seemingly responsible. Samantha followed him. Ray had a really bad feeling about this, it seemed to place a looming black shadow in his mind, and he couldn't shake it off.

Kai swam back to the surface of consciousness. He ached somewhere but couldn't seem to place where exactly. He opened his eyes and found himself staring at the ceiling in Tyson's lounge. He remembered everything that had happened, not in a sudden flash or a hazy comeback, but it was just there, like he hadn't stopped thinking about it.

He felt too warm, and struggled out of the layers of blankets someone had placed over him. Sitting up slightly to rest on his elbows, the ache increased before fading. He looked up to see Samantha watching him, no one else was present.

"What?" he said as her gaze never stopped resting on him.

"I'm just making sure your ok Kai, and you seem fine."

'Great' thought Kai, 'she's going to avoid the subject of what happened in there'. If Kai thought he was bad because he ran from things, he realised they were worse, avoiding things they thought he would shy from.

"Where is everyone else?" he asked, he couldn't be bothered to make a deal out of the kitchen incident, he felt too tired for that.

"The police have gone, thank God, and the others are talking to Mr. Dickinson down town. How are you feeling?"

"Like I need a shower" he mumbled before pushing himself away from the couch he had been lying on and passed the nurse. He stumbled only a little on the polished wood floor and made it up the stairs with no hassle.

When he made it too the bathroom, he made sure the door was well locked. He didn't want anymore interruptions to his thoughts, and now he had a lot more to think about.

Once undressed he slipped under the warm spray and sighed. Leaning against the cool wall he let the water sluice from his head to the floor of the bath/ shower. He needed to know what was happening, and Dranzer and Black Dranzer knew only so much. What was happening to him? Dark thoughts to match a dark mood, as even moodier tones seemed to lie like a smothering blanket upon the house. Something drastic was going to happen, if only he knew what.

If only it didn't carry the bitter taste of betrayal.

Painting
The sun makes the clouds seem to glow
With an almost holy light
But even the strength of a god like star
Is stopped by a shadows blight

The world forever grey
In a battle never won
A place where white is painted
Just as black is drawn and done

Your life unfolds before your eyes
The brush strokes sure and clear
Your past portrayed behind you
To fade if not held dear

Everyone has their own colours
Their own meaning, their own inner light
Each colour unique and special
Even when it seems dull and not bright

Shades of grey are what you paint in
Your own mix of light and dark
The grey of a fallen angel
And of a demon now unmarked