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"Traitor..." Anger in his eyes.

The boy kept running through the halls of the empty and dark school. Shoving the doors open, he burst out into the city and headed to the giant Totem Pole in the middle of the park. His tail trailing behind him twitched with every step he made. The air on his lungs seemed to decrease as he goes farther and farther away from the school. All black silhouettes around him. It's cold outside, so cold and foggy, which make it difficult to run through. The eclipse was just about start above him, and with every step, it seemed that the moon covered herself with black shadow. Like a huge Black Spot.

"You don't deserve to be called a leader..." A disgusted tone in his words.

The ice under his paws makes him trip and his face shot the cold ice as if it was stone. But it wasn't hurting. His now all damage face didn't hurt. His chest did. It burns, it burns so badly, but it wasn't like fire, it felt like ice, sharp ice. He clenched his teeth, and standing up, he ignored the feeling and kept running.

"You... betrayed... ME!" Anger and sadness growing inside him.

Stepping into the park, he focused on the totem, without noticing the grass transforming into icy spikes. He realized it when he stepped in one of them. Looking at them, and then at the totem, he observed the stone path. It isn't dangerous, it is clear. Clear for him to make a safe run, even if that means running between the waves of rushing black water beside him, which of course were hitting the pole violently, making it balance as if it is gonna fall at any moment. He was so close to it. Taking braveness, he made a run for it.

"By siding with her, you betrayed us..." She sobbed softly, unbelieving everything she heard.

Once close, he rounded the Totem Pole, waiting to see the entrance to it. And as expected, it was there. The black waves splash him vigorously as he runs, and he almost loses his balance. He got to the door, and putting his hand on the pad beside it, he waited for the door to open. The circle of the eclipse above him, dark and ominous, started to shine of a lavender tone as he made his way inside the Totem Pole. The pool in the green room was a whirlpool. He ignored it as he hops into the elevator. The blue and red room disappeared as he went up. He got to the top of the totem. Six figures standing there. The Gecko, the Owl, the Arctic Fox, the Fox-Wolf, the Badger. The moon was now a Black Spot. He swallowed. They were staring at him, hurt and angrily. The boy with the black hair was smiling. The Gecko -No, not the gecko.- Gekko started to walk to him, each time faster until he was face to face with him. He hissed on his face.

"I TRUSTED YOU!" Gekko pushed him backward. His heart beating faster in his chest, he is gonna fall from the Totem Pole!

Suddenly someone caught him."Don't worry, Catboy..." With chills running on his spine, he turned, expecting to see that evil smile that he feared and hated so much. His heart sank as he saw those lavender and violet eyes, sharply staring at him through the white and black mask. "I got you."

Connor shot up awake with a screech of terror. He looked terrified around the room, dark and blue. He searched for his night-light and turned it on. With the hand on the interrupter, he looked around the room again. He was panting but slowly calmed down. Soft scratches filled the quietness of the room. Standing up, Connor walked over to the door and opened it, letting his cat Titina get inside. She started to rub against his legs, meowing softly and caring. Making a sad smile, he bends over to lift her up. Purring, Titina rubbed her face against Connor's, and he chuckled.

He made his way back into the bed with Titina in his arms. When he adjusted himself in, the cat instantly curled on his back and brought him a warm spot on it. Though he couldn't sleep yet, the nightmare shook him badly. Looking into his door, he wondered where was his animal totem. Usually, the blue tabby cat would chase his nightmares away. But tonight the blue tabby wasn't there. He sighed. Maybe tomorrow (or rather today as it was 4 AM in the morning) he could talk with him in his sleep to find out what happened.

Staying awake until 5 AM, he finally decided to go to sleep, as he soon would have to go to school.

His alarm woke him up at 7:30 AM, indicating that in thirty minutes more he'll have to head up to school. He complained to himself before standing up. Grabbing the clothes for school and a towel, he headed to the bathroom to take a shower. He wanted a cold one as it was hot outside. He closed the door of the bathroom and checked if he had everything he needed. When he couldn't find his underwear, he sighed. Before leaving the bathroom, he heard scratches on the door. Opening it, he saw that Titina, standing there, had with her his underwear on her mouth; he was too amused and somewhat embarrassed by the situation. Titina entered inside and left his underwear besides his clothes. She looked at Connor once more and left the bathroom. Connor giggled. "Thanks..." That done, he closed the door and opened the water to measure it so he would know when it would be ready. When it was, he removed his clothes and entered the shower, staying there for fifteen minutes.

Once finished, he went downstairs wearing a simple light blue shirt with black jeans and black shoes. Stepping into the kitchen, he looked at his mother finishing serving his breakfast. Connor's mom, Katrina, was a pretty and big woman, with slight muscles on her biceps. Her straight light brown hair matched her fairly long, yet rounded face, which was accompanied by shiny teal-green eyes and golden skin.

When she saw him, she smiled and greeted him. "Good morning, Sweetheart. How did you sleep last night?" Connor only sighed, remembering the nightmare that woke him up. Looking her into the eyes, he answered.

"Fine, just a little issue with a nightmare, but nothing terrible." There he was, lying again for the fifth time this week. At least he thought it was the fifth time. He's been doing it since he split apart from his team, or the team, as it isn't his team anymore. No, he didn't deserve to be called part of the team either. But also he felt like he should be called that. He was confused.

"A nightmare? Mmm, you are having them often, don't ya?" He nodded and his mother shook her head. "Maybe you are deprived of sleep, Sacha. You'll need to start going to sleep early." She scolded him. He grimaced and let out a small apology. The breakfast in front of him, which consisted of yogurt, the half of a peach, a baguette with jam and coffee, looked delicious, and realizing how hungry he was, he grabbed the peach first and eat it. Connor rested his left arm on the tablet, with the hand on his face and the elbow on the table.

"Sacha, the arm." Katrina scolded him. He moved his arm where it was before, and keep eating his breakfast. "I'm still wondering how you got that scar on your face. It's pretty deep."

Connor looked up at his mother and answered. "I told you, I fell from a tree playing with Amaya and Greg." He paused and asked her again. "And what about that question anyway? It's been on my face for almost five years!" The scar that his mother pointed out was on the left side of his face, and started on the cheek and ended in the jaw. He was twelve years old when he got it. Gekko -at that moment Drakko- gave him the scar when fighting with him, he was pretty close to hurt the throat and that scared him to the death. He went back to eat his breakfast. Then looked up once more, suspicious. "You are rather chatty today, mom." He narrowed his eyes when his mother fidgeted on her seat. "Is there something you wanna tell me?"

Taking a deep breath, she answered. "Remember the other day when I was making a fuss about your father not giving us the part from his money that corresponds you?" He nodded cautiously. "Well, I got to talk to him yesterday when you were at work and he stubbornly agreed to give us the money. But, today I don't come back until night... So I thought that maybe..." She looked to her side grimacing.

"Maybe...?" He didn't get until his mother looked at him guiltily. "No... NO! Don't you even think about it!" He yells at her.

"Is only receiving the money from him, and he'll left! How hard is to do that Sacha?" She looked angry but at the same time guilty.

"How HARD? REALLY? He tried to kick me OUT of the house! For my cat's whiskers... he even threatened me!" He felt some tears form in his eyes, but he swiped them away with his forearm. "How blind are you to see that it hurts me to be near him? I think about him and I shiver. Sometimes I dream about what could've happened if Daniel and Alexander wouldn't have interfered at the right moment..."

Katrina was stuck in place. Connor looked at her angrily. "But of course you don't get it, after all, you are still mooning over him." Katrina stared helplessly. He swiped away more tears and said. "I have to go, it's late..." Grabbing his keys, headphones, cellphone, and backpack, he left the house. He rode his bike to the school so he wouldn't have to take the bus. He usually likes to listen to some music on his way to school, it makes him feel a lot better.

While waiting for the light to change, a hand touched his shoulder. "Hi, Connor!" It was Cameron.

"Hey, Cameron!"

A girl with light brown short hair, pale skin, and light green eyes arrived beside Cameron on a pink and yellow bike with a smile. "Hey there, Selina." Connor greeted Cameron's sister with a slight smile.

"Heading to school, responsible adult?" Cameron joked. Since his classmates found out he was working at the great 'Tarabiscoville Cinèma' on weekends, they started joking about him being the "adult" of the class. Not like they did it in a mean way, actually, he got along with his classmates pretty good. After being with the same people ten years, you end up knowing them, sometimes -and this was his case- you even end up liking them too.

"Very funny, Cameron. Yes, I'm heading there. What about you? Your house is on the opposite side of this side of the city, what are you doing here?" He asked. He already knows Cameron's house, he's been there several times, mostly thanks to group projects for school, or just to hang out with Selina.

Selina answered. "I bought some art supplies on the Internet and I needed to go for them. Cameron told me that we could head to school after getting them, and that's what we are doing! Wanna tag along?" Connor smiled. Selina is always this heart-lighted, always with open arms for others. She was the one the class loved the most. She is innocent and cheerful so everyone gets attached to her in their very own way.

"Sure thing! Also, what kind of art supplies you bought?" He was curious. It was no secret that he enjoyed doing art or music. Selina put her bag on her chest and open it, revealing a fancy colored box. Grabbing the box, she opened it and inside were two little boxes with different colors of paint and some brushes.

"Watercolors! Do you know how to use them? 'cause, for my cat's whiskers! They were hard to learn to use." He exclaimed.

Selina answered. "Uh... No, I don't know how to use watercolors." They both laughed.

Cameron snorted. "I don't even know how to use regular paint, so what are you complaining about?" Selina and Connor laughed while looking at Cameron. They spent the next minutes heading their bikes to school, and talking about art or ranting some when all of them would stop on a light; Also with Cameron asking about what was what at the same time. Connor was glad at this, for the first time in a month, he was enjoying his day. That is until Cameron asked:

"Anyway, what's up with you and your friends? Greg, to be precise. Your last encounter wasn't quite... friendly." Connor looked away, the pain started to be more strong now. He sighed, suddenly the hours he lost last night felt heavy in his eyes and body. He feels tired.

Selina punched Cameron in the arm. "That's none of your business, Cameron!" Looking at Connor, who now was looking straight forward with a tired expression, she said. "Sorry about that Connor, my brother over here can be a gossipy sometimes." She looked at Cameron wildly, and Cameron fidgeted. "Apologise."

"Sorry, Connor." That's all that Cameron said while entering the school. Connor heard how Selina was scolding Cameron in a lower tone, while Cameron was trying to defend himself helplessly.

Connor said goodbye to them, as they were in a different class than him. He felt so tired right now but didn't know if it was because of the lack of sleep from last night, or because of personal reasons. Maybe a bit of both. Walking to his classroom, which was at the end of the hall for his misfortune, he lowered his head. Since his 'little fight' a week ago, everyone stared at him and whispered things about him or Greg.

He hated the feeling of being observed and judge. And as expected, everyone did so. Connor ignored it.

Inside of the classroom, Connor sat in his usual spot. In the middle, the second desk. He sat there and listened to music for about 20 minutes, with his arms around his head, lying on the desk.

He looked up after feeling a soft touch on the arm and was greeted with Federico smiling at him. The boy beside Federico, Riley, didn't even bother looking behind and Connor was left feeling a little bit more tired than before. He let himself be consumed by Federico's happiness.

"Hey Fede, how's your day going?" He greeted.

Federico rolled his eyes and laughed. "Good, nothing really interesting happened." Looking at Connor with a softer smile, he asked. "How's your day doing?"

The pink-eyed boy had a hand on his left cheek and the fingers of the others were making playfully songs against the desk. Connor didn't want to answer that, not with Riley in front of him. He knew that pretty much that his teammates (not calling them friends because he didn't even know if they considered him that at all now) were upset with him. He shuddered "Fine I guess." Federico grimaced but didn't question any further.

"Do you wanna come home after school? My mom's making her famous 'empanadas'. She knows you like them, so she told me that if you wanna come over," He stared intensely into Connor's eyes, and as if remarking something, he said: "then you are very welcome in our house."

"Thanks... but I gotta wait for my fa- a friend of my mom to come over... Next time maybe..." Was all that Connor said. He was praying that Federico didn't catch the slip-up. And as expected, he didn't.

Federico nodded again. Smiling brightly, he says. "You know... this morning when I walked in, I saw Cameron and Selina, and it was so funny! She was scolding Cameron for something, and he was all red! I wonder why she was scolding him... well, none of my business!" He said cheerfully.

Connor laughed. "For my cat's whiskers, that should it been awful." He said with a smile. Suddenly Connor was grateful for Federico's company and bright spirit. He remembered the first time he met him, he was so shy! But after a year of being with him, he knew that this boy hides more than anyone could think. Federico was about to say something else, but Riley's voice rose above his.

"Federico, I don't know if you have clear that we should not talk to," His voice adapted a disgusted tone. "-traitors. Sit straight."

Federico looked back at Riley with a mischievous smile. "I don't think I can do that." Riley glared at him and Federico smiled nervously. Looking at Connor, he apologized and then turned around.

Connor sighed and put on his headphones until the professor came in. The next 8 hours were horribly boring.

It was 16:45 in the afternoon, and all tired, Connor was making his way back home, his day went from good to horrible in such small moments. It went worse when he saw his 'friends' (except for Federico) laughing and making their way to a new coffee shop in front of the school. They all promised to go together someday, and now it was happening, but he wasn't included; the urges to cry at that moment were incredibly strong.

Turning at the end of his street, he saw his blue roofed house, and sighed; Finally, he could get home and rest, maybe cry, but mostly rest. He approaches the door of his house with the keys on hand, and once the door was open, he entered. School hours were the worst; he's been enjoying being home rather outside lately.

He was hungry, he didn't get lunch today at school; he didn't like the food the cafeteria offered, and he didn't have money with him today. On the kitchen, Connor got from the refrigerator a soup made of vegetables and chicken. Puting it on the microwave for 5 minutes, he made his way to the couch and sat there to wait. The TV was on, so he figured out that his mother also went late to work; typical of her, let the TV on when getting late somewhere.

When his brother Fidelitè lived with them, he would kindly turn it off for her (or him, if he ever let it on). But now that he is expecting his first baby with Nina (his wife, who also happens to be Greg's older sister) he moved out, and no one turns the TV off or puts things in their rightful places anymore.

The sound of the microwave snapped him out of his thoughts, and standing up, he walked into the kitchen to get his food. He set all on the table and was ready to eat, but before he could taste the soup, the doorbell rang. "Coming!" He shouts.

He stood up and walked to the door, he looked through the peephole, and as soon as he did, his heart started to beat hard and fast. He bit his lip, and for a small moment he thought of not opening the door, but his yell a few minutes ago gave his cover away; He took a deep breath and opened the door slowly.

There he was. An old big man, with darker skin, blue eyes and really short hair was standing there. He wore an orange sweater with a cream shirt underneath, khaki pants and long black shoes. He looked down at Connor, who was a head shorter. He grimaced with disgust. "You are still here?"

Connor snorted. "Of course I'm here, where else could I be?" He was trying not to cause a disaster, because this time, he really didn't have any backup. But at the same time, he wanted to punch the face of the man in front of him. "So? Don't you have anything for me?" Connor asked sarcastically.

"For you? Never. I have something for your mother, where is she?" He answered, trying to look inside searching for her. Connor closed the door a little bit more so the insides couldn't be seen.

"She is not here. She told me to receive it for her. If it was for me, I would have left you outside, Dad." Connor snapped back.

"Don't address me like that, faggot!" Connor's father yell. Both were now looking at each other enraged. Connor wanted to punch him so hard; he hated getting into fights, but he could easily punch his father -if he can be called that- in the face. Six years ago, when Connor was 11, he came out as gay to his family; his mother and brother took it fine, but his father was another story. He started yelling at Connor enraged, telling him how much of a lost cause he was, he even tried to kick Connor out of his house. That day all the neighborhood heard it and watched it. Daniel (Greg's father) and Alexander (Amaya's father) stopped the man before he could go any further. Katrina has chosen Connor over Harold, and before he left, he told Connor that he wasn't his son.

"Yeah, I won't. No one would. You don't deserve it." Harold grunted and grabbed Connor's wrist forcibly.

"Wha-!" Connor scratched Harold's arm trying to get free, but when he couldn't, he desperately punched the man in the face with fear. Now free, Connor went inside as fast as he could, and before his father could do another move, he closed the door. A loud punch came after he closed it, and the man outside shout to him:

"You'll see! You won't get away with this!" Connor had his back against the door and was sobbing really hard. He knew that was a bad idea, he did it anyway; why did he do it?

Titina came from upstairs to his side and rubbed herself against him. When the man shouts outside again, she hissed and curled in Connor's legs. Connor stood there a few minutes and later went upstairs to rest. The hunger from before vanished.

2 Hours Later...

Connor was lying on his bed looking dead straight to the blue wall of his room. Titina was sitting on his back, stretching her claws on his shirt. waiting for Connor to make a move. When he did none, she proceeded to bite his ear. Connor shook his head and rolled, throwing Titina instantly to the ground. When she made a huge noise of impact, Connor sat up straight and picked her up, petting her where she hit. He looked out the window, it was already night; his mother would be arriving soon. He clenched his teeth. She was the last person he wanted to see!

When Titina purred, he looked down with a smile. "You like that, huh?" His smile became a sad one. "At least there's someone who still wants to be with me." When he said that, Titina licked his cheek and purred again.

He stood up and left Titina on the bed, and opened his wardrobe to grab his pajamas. He was really tired after today, and the only thing he was desiring was sleeping. He was glad that tomorrow started Spring Holidays, so he had two weeks to rest and do nothing for once, besides working at the weekends.

Once he found them, he changed clothes and jumped on the bed, enjoying the softness of his pajamas and the coolness of his bed. He didn't last awake for too long after he rested his head on the pillow. He let himself be consumed by sleep.

He woke up in a place filled with white and dark blue sparks floating around the place. He sighed, he knew this place; He started looking for the tabby blue cat, he owed him some explanations. He was still angry, his animal totem left him when he needed him the most! "Lightning Fur! Show yourself! I know you are watching me!"

"I'm behind you, Connor." The voice, as said, came from behind him. Connor spun around and saw that Lightning Fur was sitting on a huge piece of glowing crystal. "Do you need something?"

Connor snorted. "No, actually, I was looking for you only to tell you that I don't need you. Of course, I need you! Where have you been? I had a horrible nightmare last night, I couldn't sleep well!" The cat stood there emotionless a few minutes before saying:

"I have a mission for you." He was about to tell Connor what the mission was about, but Connor interrupted him.

"Just ignore me! Come on, I asked you something! You were the one who taught me to answer questions when asked. Now apply it to yourself." Connor crossed arms and sat, waiting for a response.

Lightning Fur twitched his tail annoyed and sighed. "I went to an important meeting that I was gonna tell you about it in a moment, but If you could only shut your mouth, you would've known. I already told you that interrupting someone when is speaking is impolite. Also, a little advice: Don't question people further if they don't want to tell you anything else, is rude, and you might upset the other person. They have their reasons, it's their decision what to tell you and what not. Now, let me finish."

Connor hated when Lightning scolded him. But sometimes it was for the best. After all, that was what animal totems were for, right? To guide and advise you, even if you don't like what they are telling you. Connor nodded and let Lightning Fur finish.

Lightning Fur straightened up. "What I was saying. Last night, when you were sleeping, I sensed a call for help from other three animal totems from a nearby town. They said that their kids needed help, that they were totally helpless. They wanted us to help them, and at first, I didn't agree to it because this town where they live in is known for being one of the most dangerous out there. And besides, it's far away from here, not too much, but it is."

Connor listened carefully. He had a feeling about what Lightning Fur was gonna say next.

"But they didn't want my help. They wanted yours, they wanted you to help them, to train them as PJ Masks. They want their kids to be safe and to know when danger is near, and to take care of themselves. Also, they believe that if you help them, it'll be good for both of you. And after I thought about it, I agreed with them. I believe that if you go, you'll be better than staying here."

Connor was surprised by this 'new' mission. "My help? Couldn't they do it themselves?"

"They can. But they need your help as a backup. You have learned a lot since you became a PJ Mask, they want you to pass down that knowledge of yours to them, after that you can return home."

"My knowledge? How does my knowledge matches the knowledge of a thousand years old spirit animals?"

Lightning Fur snorted. "It doesn't. You know how to sense fear, how to sense danger. And you are a human being. The animal totems only stay in dreams, only great events get us out of the dream realm. They can teach them in their dreams, but they can't help them when it comes to applying it in the real world. That's what they need you for. To tell them when to do it, how to apply it. Also, if they are becoming PJ Masks, they need to learn how to use their powers. One small mistake, and they could be easily thorned into pieces. Or something even worse. They need you, they need your help. Will you go?"

Connor stood silence for a few minutes thinking. Travel to an unknown nearby town to help strange kids he never met before so they could be safer? What if he wasn't able to help them? This mission could easily blow out his identity as a superhero. If it comes to travel as a superhero, then that means that he'll have to do it in secret, and if he does it in secret, his mother will be surely worried.

This mission surely is probably gonna take more than a few days. It wasn't like going to the moon, where he would spend three days traveling. No. Training someone takes time, and train superpowered children will probably take more than a week. There were many questions that needed answers, but these kids were also helpless without him. Was he really going to let them down? Also, were those animal totems right? Was this journey going to be beneficial for him too? He wanted to risk it if that was also the case. He wanted to do it if there was a small chance to stop how he was feeling now.

"I'll do it. I'll help them." And myself. Connor thought.

Lightning Fur seemed surprised. "For a moment I thought you were gonna refuse."

Connor shook his head. "No, they are children, aren't they? No child ever needs to be neglected. When do I start? And where I'm heading to?" He asked. He didn't have any idea where he had to go, yet, he agreed to it.

Lightning Fur stood up, and looking right inside of Connor's eyes, he answered. "The town you are going to is called Millennia Town. This place is known for its commercial mechanism and because too many known people live there, such as Jaiden Huston. But it's also known as a great place for robbery and contraband, also it has high levels of poverty. Be careful, many of the greatest mafia members reside there. I don't want you dead on your first day there." Connor shivered a little bit at the thought. Lightning Fur proceed. "You have to start heading up there tomorrow night. The sooner the better."

Connor nodded but questioned. "How do I know who are the kids I need to train?"

"They are special, you'll see. You will know who they are as soon as you speak to them." Lightning Fur said. Connor nodded and was ready to leave until he noticed Lightning Fur curling his tail around his paws.

"What else do you have to tell me?"

Lightning Fur looked at him, emotionless. "You have to take the rest of the team with you. That means speaking with Greg and Amaya."

Connor clenched his teeth. "No! I'm not speaking to them, only bad things happen when I do. There's no way I'm talking to them. I'm sick of being hurt, I want to be fine for once!" Lightning Fur seemed surprised at his outburst.

"Connor, I'm not asking you, I'm ordering you. I know you don't like it, but you have to do it. If something happens to you, then no one would ever find out. You'll be safer with them by your side." He said.

Connor grunted. "Because I've been safer by their side lately..."

"Enough!" Lightning Fur's yell rose on the whole place, and Connor stood up straight. "You are gonna do as I say. If I say that's the best choice, then it is! Tomorrow you'll go to their houses, and you'll ask them, whether you like or not! No further question. Have I made myself clear?" Connor nodded angrily. "Good. Now, sweet dreams, Connor."

"Sweet dreams, Lightning Fur."