I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now

Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all

I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now

Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
I want to go back to
Believing in everything

Iesu, Rex admirabilis
Et triumphator nobilis,
Dulcedo ineffabilis,
Totus desiderabilis.

Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
I want to go back to
Believing in everything
Away

Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
I want to go back to
Believing in everything

I still remember.

Evanescence- "Field of Innocence"

Julian stared at Cammy in horror for one more second before he turned and ran from the tiny room. He paced back and forth quickly, running his hands over his face again and again. What had he just done? Cammy was pregnant, was being the key word. There was no way he could have known, it just happened, it was not his fault. He was lying to himself and knew it. If not for him she wouldn't have been here. He'd just been so angry, forever grieving Dorian. He fell to his knees and opened his palms upwards.

"Hail Holy Queen, mother of mercy, our life, our sweetness, and our hope. To you do we cry, poor banished children of Eve. To you do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears. Turn then, most gracious advocate, you eyes of mercy towards us. And after this, our exile, show to us the Blessed fruit of your womb, Jesus Christ. Oh clement, oh loving, oh sweet Virgin Mary! Pray for me Holy mother of God."

A voice came behind him.

"Julian, get off of the fucking floor."

Julian turned to see his father. He rose quickly.

"Pa, she was pregnant! Fucking pregnant! And I—oh shit, oh shit. I can't believe it."

"Calm down!"

His father grabbed his shoulders and shook him for emphasis. Julian did stop, but his eyes still darted around the room. Marquez spoke again.

"God, at least tell me you didn't kill her."

"No! Just the bab…"

Julian's voice trailed off. Baby, that's what he should have said. He'd done it after all and he was going to have to deal with it, but first…

"Pa, I really don't think she knows anything."

"Of course she doesn't. We don't need Cammy White because of what she knows. We need her because of who she is."

"And who is she to us, to the Latin Kings?"

"She's our bargaining chip."

"For what?"

"For Shadowlaw, to get Dorian back."

Cammy sat in stunned silence as Julian rushed from the room, slamming the door behind him. What the hell had just happened to her? She pushed her hands down her legs, the medial amount of blood slightly coating her fingertips. Her clothes had soaked most of it up. What was it? She knew what it was. As impossible as it was, she knew it had to be true. Thinking back all of the signs had been there, but she'd never had to bother to look for them. She hadn't had a period since she had been taken by Shadowlaw, since they'd toyed with her physiology. She'd been moody, which wasn't unusual, but being sick in the morning was unusual for her. There was no way she would have known, no way. Shadowlaw had taken away her ability to have children as well as everything else. She hated thinking about it. But here it was, in her face. She'd been wrong, and damn lucky to date. She was sitting in the remains of her first child. She'd been pregnant.

Cammy could feel her chest getting tighter and tighter as it all sunk in. Her baby was dead…a baby she hadn't even known she could have, a baby she hadn't known about, was gone forever. Just like Julian's son. How ironic. Her breaths got shorter and shorter as she felt the emotions beginning to build up. She should have known. Cammy remained on the floor, unmoving, her face turned upwards, away from the carnage as a scream of rage escaped from her throat.

"What did you say, Pa?"

"Julian, I can't explain it all, but Dorian is alive, he's been alive and Bison has been using him to keep me working for him. To keep you working for him."

Julian started pacing the room his adrenaline surging through his veins. He spoke softly, almost in a whisper.

"Dorian is alive, my son is alive."

He could feel the tears of happiness building under his eyes. All this time, all that hate was for nothing, but even all the wasted emotion couldn't compare to the fact that Dorian was alive. Julian regained some of his composure before he spoke to his father.

"Where is he?"

"I don't know. That's why we need her. We'll trade, I know Bison wants her. He's wanted her for years."

Guilt fell into Julian's stomach like a pile of bricks as he recalled a few moments ago and his rage. Now he could have everything he'd ever wanted in the world back if he betrayed Cammy one last time. Julian stared into space, thinking deeply about the situation. What in the hell was he going to do? His father's voice rang in his ears.

"Get her ready son…we can have Dorian back tonight and all of this will be over."

Julian had never seen his father like this. He was so weak, so helpless, so….loving. The tough exterior he was used to seeing was gone and Francisco Marquez was more a man than Julian could ever recall. A calm came over him.

"Pa, I can't do that."

"Don't you want Dorian back…don't you want to meet your son?"

"More than anything, but you know better than I do Bison will just take Cammy and then he'll kill her or worse. I can't do it."

"I'll do it! Take her to Bison and in a few hours we'll have Dorian back and all this will be over!"

"And then we get Dorian back and go about our happy lives knowing that we let her die just to have him. That's best case scenario, more than likely Bison will take her and keep Dorian, keep us on the payroll."

"I want my grandson!"

Marquez rushed into the room Cammy was being kept and before Julian could stop him he had Cammy's arm and was pulling her to her feet. She looked to be in shock and why not, she'd just suffered more than he could ever imagine. He ran to Cammy's other side and him and his father were almost in a tug-of-war over Cammy's small form.

"Julian, don't do this…this is for the best."

"I'm taking her, not you."

An angry voice came from the doorway.

"Neither of you fuckers are going to touch her ever again."

Before Julian could protest, he saw Scott Wagner, who'd just spoken, and another man, both in full camouflage fatigues, aim their guns and fire without hesitation.