Hi Kick-flare here, I'm sorry about the wait, huge writer's block, and my six-year-old computer's been playing silly fuckers. Thanks for all the OC sent in, you will probably be receiving an email from me. So now it's up, please R&R!!

Dark vs. Light

Hideout

"Harmony, I think it's best you go into hiding."

With those words, her life had been turned upside down. She had been shifted from one corner of the globe to another, until Enrique suggested that she stay at Robert's. Harmony had never met or heard of Robert until now, so needless to say she was sceptical about this 'Robert'. Upon her arrival at Robert's mansion, she grew more and more worried about her safety. A thick, grey fog stopped anyone from seeing farther than six feet in front of them. The sound of rolling thunder echoed above them, as the heavy, ice-cold rain pounded the tow new comers. The front door opened allowing a small amount of yellow light out into the dark, cold, night. A small figure hunched against the gale force wind, scuttled out to them, clutching a little feeble lantern.

"I'm so glad, you made it here, safety." The hunched figure bellowed against the wind, before signalling Harmony and Enrique to follow. They both entered the scullery, dripping wet, the figure turned to face them.

His face was deadly pale, with a thick, greying moustache. Small, beady black eyes watched from dark hollowed holes in his sharp-cheeked face. Harmony just wanted to cry, but the tears were held inside. Rain had soaked through and left them both shivering violently. The man led them down the corridor.

I wanted you to know

I love the way you laugh

I wanna hold you high

And steal your pain away

I keep your photograph

I know it serves me well

I wanna hold you high

And steal your pain

Coz I'm broken

When I'm lonesome

I don't feel right

When you're gone away

You've gone away

You don't feel me here any more

The worst is over now

And we breathe again

I wanna hold you high

And steal me pain

There's so much laughter

And no one left to fight

I wanna hold you high

And steal your pain

Coz I'm broken

When I'm open

I don't feel right

I'm strong enough

Coz I'm broken

When I lonesome

I don't feel right

When you gone away

Coz I'm broken

When I open

I don't feel right

I'm strong enough

Coz I'm broken

When I'm lonesome

I don't feel right

When you're gone away

Coz I'm broken

When I'm lonesome

I don't feel right

When you gone

You've gone away

You don't feel me here

Any more.

The man paused outside the door, before giving two loud knocks.

"Come in."

The man nudged them into the room. It was richly decorated with dark blue, velvet drape curtains, and rich blue sofa throws casually thrown over the sofa's back.

"Gustav you may go now." A deep voice from the poorly lit room sounded from their left.

"Yes, sir." The man said, before bowing and leaving the room.

Several candles were scattered around the room, the curtains snap out with the sudden gust of wind. The gale howled down the chimmey, sending the fire's sparks across the room. Harmony gulped, and placed her hand to her throat, as one by one the candles blew out.