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Chapter Fifteen:
Breaking Point

Billy frowned. "What did they do to you, Ana?" She didn't reply. "Ana?"

"I'm not sure." She paused. "It's weird. I can barely remember a thing."

"Where are you now?"

Ana hesitated. "You don't need to know that."

"Huh?" Billy was downright confused. "Why not?"

"Because you just don't."

"Well, when are you coming home?"

"I'm not."

"What!"

"Please don't sound like that. I can't come back. I can't explain it…but I need to be alone."

"Ana…"

"Billy, don't. Can you please let mum and dad know that I am safe?"

"Ana, can I at least see you?"

"No."

"You are going to need clothes. Money. I can bring those to you. I promise, not a word to mum or dad until you are gone."

Ana exhaled loudly. "Ok. Fine."

"Well, I am going to need to know where you are."

A minute later, Billy hung up the phone and headed straight to Ana's room, the fact that he had left his journal wide open on his desk completely forgotten.

Another hour passed before Sydney and Vaughn finally gravitated inside.

"Coffee?" he asked.

Sydney nodded. She may as well. It wasn't as if she was going to sleep that night. "Thanks." As Vaughn went about preparing them, she wandered out into the hall, heading to the lounge room. Suddenly, she stopped short. "Vaughn."

"What?" he appeared in the kitchen doorway.

"The front door," she pointed. "It's open."

"Do you think your dad…"

"No way," Sydney said adamantly. Turning on her heel, she walked quickly and started to ascend the stairs. "Billy!" There was no answer. "Lexi!"

"What?" came her muffled reply.

Sydney took a few more steps. "Is Billy with you?"

"No."

Sydney turned and looked at Vaughn. "I'll check out the front."

Sydney ran up the rest of the stairs. The door to Billy's room was open. "Billy?" she called as she approached, but the room was empty, as was the bathroom, Ana's room and her and Vaughn's room. Going down a few doors, Sydney knocked hard. "Lexi!"

Lexi opened her door, looking a little bewildered. "Mum?"

"Do you know where Billy is?"

"Nope. I think he took off after he answered the phone about an hour ago."

"He got a phone call?" Sydney asked. "From who?"

Lexi shrugged. "What is—"

Sydney turned, heading back to Billy's room. Downstairs she heard the front door open and Vaughn's voice call out Billy's name. Sydney's heart sunk. He wasn't out the front either.

In Billy's room, she looked around. It seemed completely normal; there was nothing out of place.

"Where are you Billy?" she whispered, holding onto his desk chair for support. "Where are you…" she trailed off, picking up the open book that was sitting on the desk. Straightaway, Sydney could tell that it was a diary or journal of some sort. All her better judgements told her to close it, but she ignored them. There might be something, something that could give a clue as to where he had gone.

As she started to read, Sydney could feel her blood turn to ice. "Oh my god," she murmured, taking in her son's words. No, no, no…she couldn't be reading this.

"Sydney?" she could hear Vaughn coming up the staircase.

"In here," she called out. She turned as he appeared in the doorway. "You need to see this."

Seeing Sydney's expression, Vaughn silently took the book from her hands and began to read. After a minute, he looked up at Sydney, his face ashen.

"Look at the dates. They've been going on for months," Sydney said. "And he never said anything. Why didn't he say something?"

"I don't know," Vaughn replied. "But he also left the house without telling us. Which means that it probably has something to do with Ana."

Freya stepped into Elena's office, feeling a little uncertain. "You wanted to see me?"

Elena looked at her, pure ice in her eyes. "Yes," she said frostily.

"What is it?"

Not giving her an immediate reply, Elena picked up her phone. "Bring him in." Hanging up, she turned her gaze back to Freya. "You'll see."

Freya looked over her shoulder. She froze when she saw Misha being dragged in by two guards. "Elena, what are you—"

"Your son has failed me. Which means that you have failed me." Elena cut her off.

"What?" Freya looked back and forth between the two. "I don't understand."

"You son," Elena broke in loudly, "felt it his prerogative to let the Second Coming go free."

"Oh Misha," Freya sighed. "No."

Elena's eyes narrowed as she cocked her head. "You don't sound all that surprised by this revelation."

"Uh…um, I…" Freya stammered.

"Why did you fail to mention to me that your son was having doubts? That his faith was wavering?"

"Elena," Misha protested. "It wasn't my faith—"

"Don't speak," Elena demanded. "The two of you have put the entire plan at risk. The Second Coming is gone, before our process was completed. What we have been working towards for years has been destroyed by a pathetic little boyhood crush."

"Misha," Freya turned to him, sounding desperate. "Where did you take her? We can go find her. This can all be fixed," she said, looking back at Elena.

"You optimism astounds me, Freya." Elena said, pulling a gun out from her desk drawer. "Given the situation that you are in."

Freya's eyes widened. "No, Elena. Please. Not my son," she begged.

"Not your son," Elena replied. "You."

The breath seemed to catch in Freya's throat. "What?"

"Your mother would have been so disappointed in you, Freya, just as I am. You did wrong by me and for that you will have to pay." Elena squeezed the trigger, not even flinching as the gun fired.

Freya let out a small gasp. She could not muster any other sound. As the world around her started to fade, she looked down at the dark crimson satin spreading on her chest before crumpling to the floor.

Misha choked back a sob. He wasn't about to give Elena the satisfaction of seeing him cry.

Elena looked upon him with scorn. "Tell me, how does it feel to watch your mother die?"

Misha did not reply, remaining stoically silent.

"You know that same thing is about to happen to you. But before it does, I want to tell you something. You may think that you've done a good thing. That you saved that little girlfriend of yours. But what you are not aware of is that I had her injected with a transmitter. I know exactly where she is and I will go to her and make sure that she fulfils her purpose. You failed me, Misha, but you have already failed yourself. Let's see you rest in peace now." And with that she fired her gun once again.

Vaughn hung up the phone, running a hand through his hair. "Your dad has got everybody on the lookout for Billy as well. He and Ana are bound to cross paths sooner or later."

"How could we let this happen? We promised ourselves that we would never let this happen."

"Nothing has happened yet, Sydney. And it won't."

They both jumped slightly when the phone rang shrilly, and Sydney reached out to answer it.

"Dad?"

"No." Sydney recognized the voice on the other end immediately.

"Mum? What's going on? What do you know?"

"I've been watching your house, Sydney. Making sure that you are all safe. I saw Billy leave. I followed him."

Sydney inhaled sharply. "Where is he?"

She listened as Irina gave her all the information and then hung up. "The warehouse," she said to Vaughn.

"Our warehouse?"

Sydney nodded. "Mum followed Billy. That's where he ended up."

Vaughn's eyes widened. "The journal, he described it. He dreamt it."

Sydney stood up abruptly. "We have to get there. Now."

"Ana?" Billy called out softly. As soon as he walked into the warehouse a nauseous feeling formed in his stomach. It was the exact same spot where all his dreams had been taking place. Right here in front of him, no longer in his mind, but a reality.

"I'm right here," Ana stepped into his view. "Thank you for coming."

Billy just shrugged, handing over the bag that he had hurriedly packed. "You would have done the same thing."

She gave him a small smile. "I am going to miss you little brother."

Billy's face fell slightly. "Please, come home with me. You have no idea what mum and dad are going through."

"And what about what I am going through?" Ana shot back, surprising herself by her words. She wasn't exactly sure where they had come from.

"What?" Billy asked.

"It's always about mum and dad or you. What about me?"

"Ana," Billy shook his head, "you are not making any sense."

"I am starting over for me. It's time to think of myself."

Billy's eyes narrowed. "When did you get so selfish?"

"Excuse me?"

"Mum and dad have been going out of their minds with worry these past days, because of you. All they want is for you to come home safe and you are standing here spouting about your own selfish needs."

Ana shook her head, raking her hands through her hair. She was so confused. She didn't know what to think.

"Stop thinking about yourself. You've convinced yourself that we are all against you when it is the furthest from the truth—"

"Don't," she whispered.

"Tell me Ana, Why are—"

"Shut up!" she yelled. "Just shut up. I can't take it anymore."

Billy felt a surge of anger at his sister's antics. "What if I don't, Ana? What are you going to do?" he taunted.

Ana drew in a shaky breath, her mind filled with contradicting thoughts.

"Huh Ana? What are you going to do?"

Ana looked at him directly, her heart beating fast. It was him. He was the problem. The thought was running like a continuous loop in her mind. "You know exactly what I'll do," she whispered and Billy clamped his mouth shut. "I'll kill you."

A/N: Two more chapters to go...