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Warning: Mild Violence.

Chapter 8: Wandering

"These caves are enormous." Gekko gawked. He walked beside Catboy and the three little ones. The rest stayed behind in HQ planning tonight's exercises. "How haven't I've seen them when I climbed down to get Cotton and Crash?"

Catboy moved the tip of his tail. "It was covered by a giant rock, besides," He put his hand on Cotton's and Crash's heads. "You were concentrated on saving these two." He looked at the two. "Have you said thanks?"

Gekko laughed. "They have, Catboy." The kids nodded eagerly and Catboy ruffled their pelts. Gekko smiled warmly. He's gonna be a great father one day. They kept walking ahead, with the kids running and playing around them. Everything was silent beside of the kids' laughs, but Gekko found himself comforted by Catboy's presence there, if it had been a week ago he wouldn't even look at him.

He kinda felt annoyed, though. The reason they were exploring the caves was that he wanted to apologize to Catboy, just the two of them alone, but Unità overheard him asking Catboy and then they begged to come along. He didn't have an excuse to say no, nor did he had the heart to say so.

He looked over at Catboy and then smiled. "You and Foxwolf returned pretty late last night, and it didn't take us that long to look around the three caves."

Catboy smiled and then shook his head. "What are you suggesting?"

Gekko smiled and rolled his eyes. "I don't know..." There was a moment of silence. "Do you still have feelings for him?"

Catboy let out a purr of amusement. "How many times will I have to explain myself to you and Amaya? I don't have feelings for him!"

"You two dated." Gekko pointed out.

"Yeah, but we didn't have feelings for each other," Catboy put his hand under his chin. "At least, not romantic feelings."

Gekko laughed and nodded, they kept walking on silence a bit more. He looked ahead to were the Petit Masks were playing together. They are on their own bubble... maybe this is a perfect time. He took a deep breath. "Hey, Catboy?" He felt a knot in his throat and his heart was beating fastly. This moment was crucial, at least for him; he could either screw it up or succeed and befriend Catboy correctly again.

Catboy arched an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

Gekko contemplated him for a few moments, noticing the height difference between the two, and something more... he noticed how Catboy seemed changed.
He walked on his side, his long and thin blue tail trailing behind him gracefully, his steps firm and confident. His head was held high and his ears alert, and his face holds the most determined look Gekko has ever seen. When did he change so much? He thought.

Catboy looked curiously. "Were you going to say something?"

Gekko shook his head. "O-Oh, sorry, yeah. Uh," He held his hands together. "You see, I was thinking about this lately like, a lot." He breathed out nervously. "Especially the day you saved us from Bleeder." He laughed awkwardly. "And Federico helped too, but you get my point. Anyway-" I suck at this. "I've been pretty har-"

"Catboy, Gekko, come and look at this!" It was Unità.

Catboy looked at him for a few moments before speeding up to where the kids were. Gekko grunted. When will he have the chance to say sorry? I've been trying for over a week! Stupid world, you can't be serious.

Nous pouvons, Lézard, et vous devrez souffrir avant de pouvoir atteindre votre objectif.

Gekko stopped. He looked around, his voice trembled. "C-Catboy, that was you?" He heard different voices around him, but they were faint as the wind and he had trouble to decipher what they were saying. There was something wrong about them.

L'espoir sera perdu et le Chercheur de la Nuit sera né.

That definitely wasn't Catboy.

Le chien, le chien! Elle est prés!

Plus tu seras proche, plus le pire sera, Lézard.

Gekko stood terrified, that last one seemed really close, and the dark of the cave wasn't helping. He walked fastly ahead, hoping to bump into Catboy soon. He felt a breath on his neck, which smelled like death and everything wrong, and a female voice, soft but malicious, whispered on his ear.

J'ai essayé de te prévenir, Lézard.

He yelled in terror and ran ahead, not seeing anything or where he was heading. After a while, he bumped hard into somebody and felt a weight over his body. The weight was fastly removed as someone moved closer to his face, Gekko shivered, fearing that whatever talked to him before has finally caught him. "Gekko, are you okay? I heard you screaming, are you hurt?"

Gekko sighed in relief and felt secure again as soon as he heard Catboy's voice. He noticed that a dim light illuminated everything, just like the path he came from. He felt perturbed. But the path was all pitch black! I couldn't see anything! What had happened back there?

Catboy helped him up and Gekko shook the dust from himself. Catboy had a worried glance. "What happened?"

Gekko looked at him. I would like to know, too. "I-I got scared, there was a- uh- spider, on my shoulder." Silence. "I hate spiders." He blurted out.

Catboy didn't seem convinced but didn't question further. He angled his ears towards the wall. "Look, the kids found this." They both headed towards the wall, which wasn't made of dirt, but solid rock. It was a giant wall, the ceiling of the place stretched up above into a pitch black cave, which made it seem as if they were looking straight into the night. On the wall, a huge colored ceramic sculpture was carved into the stone, which showed six humanoid figures and six dead animals on the bottom.

"What is this?" Gekko passes his hand over the sculpture, contemplating it. "Have you seen this last night?"

Catboy looked bewildered. "Not at all, it wasn't here when we checked."

Gekko looked up at the sculpture, something about it wasn't right. On the top was a huge humanoid figure, with completely icy blue eyes, dark ginger skin and black masks over the face which resembled a peak. The mask had white on the borders of were the supposed peak was, and yellow waves over it. Three dots were under the eyes and the contour of the eyes was white.

The entity had their arms, which seemed to be decorated with black and shiny blue feathers on the forearms, extended all over the others. The hands went from dark ginger to yellow and ended in claws, long and pointy ones. Long strikes of white and ice blue emerged from the eyes, creating up a storm which made snow and rainwater fall over the figures and froze the dead animals on the ground.

Under the bird masked entity was another, which had ginger hair and white spots over the skin. Greg took a look a Hope, who was admiring the sculpture by his side, with his eyes wide open and his mouth slightly gawking. He looked back and forth between the child and the sculpture, they did have a small resemblance if it weren't from the grey wings that shot from the back of the figure and the silver mask with a red heart-shaped jewel on the forehead. Not only that, but the humanoid seemed older, far older than the kid.

Catboy walked to his side and bend over a little to take a look at the bottom of the sculpture, alongside Gekko. "Three animal hooded guys?" He asked,
passing his hand over the thing. "They seem worried too."

And he was right, the three animal hooded guys looked worried, one even had tears streaming down and falling into the blood of the animals. The first hooded guy, the one of the left, had a long yellow and black coat with a hood over the head, a crown over their head that had two huge black diamonds on the side. The one in the middle had a hood covering the eyes but was the one crying, Gekko contemplated how the bottom of the silver cloak they were wearing was tinted red with the animals' blood.

Catboy brushed his arm with his own when he approached Gekko on the side, which sent shivers down his spine. He put his hand over the figure on the right, and this time used his claws to feel the surface of the black ceramic that tinted that black cloak the last one was wearing. "Why such a sculpture could be in such a place like this?" Catboy asked. "Who did it?"

Crash, walking on the other side of Gekko, spoke up. "They left it." He signaled at the side of the black figure. There was another hand that came out of nowhere, and the bottom of a white cloak. "I wonder why."

Gekko, not taking his eyes from the sculpture, voiced the kid. "I wonder why too."

Cotton clung to Gekko's leg. "Can we go back? I don't like it here."

Black Ear was grabbing Catboy's hand. "Me neither," She seemed legitimately scared. Her voice trembled as if she was gonna cry. "I feel in danger, Catboy."

Catboy ears shot up alarmed and he picked up the girl. He glared at Gekko. "Whatever it is, it's making the girls upset. We should leave." Gekko nodded, knowing how the girls felt. The female voice from before still hung at the end of his mind. He picked up Cotton protectively and they headed back to the path they first took, though this time he drew closer to Catboy for safety. He stopped as he noticed that Crash was missing.

"Wait." He ordered, and Catboy spun around confused. When they both looked back, they found Crash still staring at the sculpture on the wall. "Crash. Gekko called, though the kid didn't listen, or seemed. "Crash!" This time the smaller boy shook his head confused and raced to them once he saw they were leaving without him.

"Sorry, I got lost." He apologized and grabbed Gekko's hand.

They exited the place with an uneasy feeling that upset them all.

Outside the caves was foggy, and Catboy hated the humid feeling it gave him. They were standing outside HQ, waiting for the door to open. Black Ear had slept on the way back and Cotton, who Gekko carried, was slightly on the way to her dreams. Crash was yawning and slightly held to Gekko's hand, almost sleeping on his feet.

They entered HQ and were welcomed by Amaya, who was carrying some blankets to Hope's room. She lighted up when she saw them. "Hey, how was your little trip?" She asked.

Catboy looked at Gekko as if he doubted to tell Amaya about the sculpture. Gekko could understand his worry, that sculpture felt... wrong, and the voices talking to Gekko proved that point. He eyed Catboy and Catboy moved his tail. Both looked at Amaya. "Fine, nothing interesting, except for dust in my lungs." Gekko joked.

"Tiring as well, I can see." She said, and the three of them looked at Cotton and Black Ear, who was snoring softly.

Crash yawned and looked at Gekko with sleepy eyes. "Can I go to bed now?"

Gekko nodded but Catboy talked. "Untransform so you can sleep comfy." Crash nodded and touched the symbol on his chest, letting the orange light swallow him before going back to his own-self. Catboy woke up Black Ear and Cotton and told them the same thing, and after they were done, he took them to bed, leaving Amaya and Greg behind.

Amaya walked over. "So?"

Greg, who didn't take his eyes of Catboy, asked confused. "'So' what?"

Amaya nudged him on the side. "You just didn't want to explore the caves, you wanted to do something else." When Greg didn't answer she whispered. "You can fool the others, and even Catboy, but not me, Greg. What did you have in mind?"

Greg sighed and signaled Amaya to follow him. Walking beside her to the elevator's room, he answered. "I-" Deep breath. "I wanted to apologize, okay?" He grunted. "I'm tired of all of this, y' know?" He looked at the ground and quietly, he said. "I'm tired of myself."

Amaya put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't be so hard on yourself."

Greg removed it, angry. "Except that I need to be it." He faced her. "A week ago you would've thought the same."

Amaya opened her eyes in surprise, and with an angry tone, added. "To be hard on yourself? No, you got it wrong. I would've told you to stop being a jerk, which is what were you doing."

Greg only walked past her and stepped on an elevator. "Except that you didn't, and if you would've had, I might've come to my senses earlier." The elevator took him up, not giving Amaya enough time to answer.
He stepped out into Vita's HQ Room, to avoid anyone in the lower level, and a few seconds later, another elevator arrived and Amaya's voice exploded in the room. "I didn't because it wasn't my problem. I had a problem with Connor? Yes, and I fixed it! It wasn't my job to fix yours."

Greg faced away, grunting. That's not what he meant at all, but these days? He wasn't even sure where he was standing. He wasn't sure about anything anymore, maybe he was just walking blindly because he didn't care anymore. Why would he, anyway? No matter what he did or what he says, everything went wrong, always.

Amaya's angry tone came from behind him. "You have mixed feelings about your doings? Don't take it out on me, or anybody else, especially not Connor. Nobody here is responsible about anything you do but you."

He heard the elevator go down and then silence filled the place, except for a few sobs that he later realized came from him. He sat on the floor, angry at himself and embraced his legs, burying his face between them. He sobbed harshly and kept there.

Hopefully, nobody will search for him.

Greg walked slowly down the streets of Tarabiscoville, it was late at night it seemed, and a calm breeze ruffled slightly his blond messy hair. He felt relaxed and for some reason, happy. Crossing the street ahead, Greg found himself in the gate of the park, standing right in front of HQ. He tilted his head, pondering.

Why did he come here for?

He looked around. It didn't seem as if there were a problem with any of the nighttime villains... He looked ahead. HQ didn't seem to be operating, so there was no business inside. Then, why was he there for? Giggles behind echoing in the streets startled him and he spun around to see who were the owners of the voices. His mouth hangs slightly open. No way...

Just crossing the streets in a playful manner was him -his 6-year-old self- bouncing happily and running past him, without even noticing him. His younger self looked back at him and playfully mocked. "See? You can't win without your powers, slowpoke!"

Greg raised an eyebrow at him. What did he mean? Then, another voice replied. "You took a shortcut, you cheated!"

His younger self laughed heartedly and ran away, he yelled back. "You didn't say we couldn't!" Then Greg understood where he was, or when he was.

He spun around and instantly the figure of Catboy -6-year-old Catboy- ran past him with a spark of mischief in his blue ocean eyes. "This isn't over!" Catboy replied. He watched the two of them ran up to HQ and his younger self touched the wood of it then leaped in a victory. Catboy had to lean down and catch his breath then he high-fived Gekko. "Guess you won, well done!"

His younger self smiled proudly then mocked. "I beat the mighty Catboy."

"You'll see next time, Lizard Legs," Catboy replied playfully. "Next time, you won't stand a chance."

"Or I might," Gekko replied. He walked over to the side. "Let's go inside and play some video games." Catboy nodded and followed Gekko inside happily.
Outside, everything was quiet again. Greg kept looking at HQ expectantly, but nothing happened for a while so he decided to head into the trees. Once far away from HQ, Greg sat over a log and played with a small lizard he found.

The grim of the place was replaced by a lime green light, a young male voice talked. "Guess you saw that."

Greg spun around at the familiar voice. "Yeah, I did..." He smiled with a warm feeling on his chest. "Those were the good times, Green Fang."

The lizard floated around Greg and embraced his shoulders warmly. "These could be the good times too," He laid his head between his paws. "If you would let them be."

"I'm trying to let them be, it's not easy," Greg answered. He sat on the grass and laid his head on the wood. "Haven't you been present this last week?"

Green Fang sat on the log just beside Greg's head. "Not really," He said calmly. "But I've been sensing stuff." He rested his chin on Greg's head. "You aren't trying your fullest to have alone time with Connor..." Quiet. "To say sorry... Why?"

Greg closed his eyes. "I want to, but there's something holding me back, and I don't know if it is the feeling of betrayal, the pain, or..." Greg sighed.
"Or if it is something completely different."

Greg's eyelid became paler and he guessed Green Fang was floating above him. He opened his eyes and saw the crested lizard watching him with a curious look. "What else do you think it could be?"

Greg knew it, but didn't want to admit it, he closed his eyes again. "I don't know." He lied.

Green Fang lowered down and sat on his belly. "Could be the feelings towards him?"

Greg shot his eyes open and sat, Green Fang jumped out in surprise. "Feelings?"

Green Fang tilted his head. "The hurt ones, didn't you said he hurt you badly?"

Greg felt stupid and his cheeks getting warm. "O-Oh, y-yeah..."

Green Fang floated there, watching Greg carefully, with a suspicious voice, he asked. "What else do you think I was talking about?" Greg glared at him stupidly, and when he opened his mouth to respond, Green Fang realized something. "Do you have feelings for Lightning Fur's cub?"

Greg struggled to answer. "No! I don't- I, uh- I'm not into boys, Green Fang. I thought you knew."

Green Fang glared at him with a spark of curiosity on his green eyes but didn't question further, he smiled and nodded. "Yeah, sorry. I might have mistaken your feelings with the feelings of another of my children."

Greg tilted his head in confusion. "Do you have other children?"

Green Fang laughed. "Of course I do, Greg. But I'm your Totem Animal at birth, I only serve as a partial one for the others. Just like Black Thrift is for you."

"Oh..." Was all Greg managed to say. The whole place started trembling and Greg looked at Green Fang. "I'll see you in my dreams."

"Happy hunting, Greg." Green Fang said, but before everything went dark, he managed to say. "Don't let your fears overcome you, Greg. Good luck."

Greg opened his eyes and sat up and rubbed his eyes tiredly, outside seemed darker than before, but when Greg checked the time, he realized it was only 5 PM. His hand ached a little, because of the injury of last night and because he slept on it. He sighed. Green Fang's words were still hanging on his mind and he put his hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat a little faster with an anxious and strange feeling.

He shook his head and laid down once more, he just wanted to rest a little. After all the issue four hours ago, he used Vita's bed to sleep and clear his mind; he really needed Green Fang, and he was glad the crested lizard was not only his Totem Animal but his friend.

I'll try my best, He inhaled and let out a long sigh. But I don't feel it will be easy...

Unità sat on the ground, using one of her fingers to roll a can of food through the floor while the other stood under her chin. Hope and Vita sat near her, doing no much better than her. She watched Hope use a highlighter to draw stuff on paper, but with vague traces, and Vita inspected a kite with a bored expression.

She hated being unable to do anything. Outside was foggy and nothing could be seen, and that annoyed her to the bones, she needed to do something, she needed to move. The older kids were sleeping peacefully on the beds, the purple haired boy whose name she couldn't remember was the nearest, and he snored loudly which made her giggle.

She watched back and forth between the highlighter that Hope was using and the older boy, and a malicious grin formed in her face. In the last few days, she learned that the purple haired boy was a heavy sleeper, and now that everybody was sleeping, she felt as if she could do anything.

She snatched Hope's highlighter and he protested before casting a worried glance when she approached the older boy. "Connor said we shouldn't do that, you know how mad he got last time..."

Unità spun around to face him. "Relax, little brother," Hope watched annoyedly. "He's sleeping, besides, inside is so boring. I need to do something." She looked at the other boy sleeping. "And he got mad at me at training, he deserves it."

Hope tapped his index fingers together. "Won't he wake up?" Unità grabbed the papers Hope was using and slammed them onto the boy's face, and Hope watched dismayed, waiting for the worst to happen. When nothing happened, he arched an eyebrow. "Why won't he wake up?"

Unità shrugged. "I don't know, he just likes to sleep, and I-" She traced the marker across his pale face. "-like to draw." She traced the highlighter on his cheeks and nose, creating whiskers and a cat nose just like they did with Connor. After a few minutes and already having completed his face, she decided that she got bored and sat on the edge of the bed, her hands under her chin. "What else can we do?"

Vita let out an exasperated sigh. "I don't know! There's nothing to do, and we can't go outside."

Unità opened her eyes and smiled. "Who says we can't?"

Hope and Vita exchanged a glance. "Connor."

Unità looked at them annoyedly. "He's sleeping!" She walked toward her friends. "Let's go outside for a bit! It'll be quick, like a blink!" She kneeled in front of them. "Please! I'm bored." She pouted and made puppy eyes.

Hope and Vita doubted for a moment then looked at their feet. Vita answered. "Okay, I'll go with you."

Hope looked at her in disbelief. "We'll get in trouble afterward!"

Unità looked at him. "But it'll be worth it! Do you rather stay here and do nothing or go outside and have fun?"

Hope looked back and forth between them, and sighed. "Alright."

Unità gleamed and lead the way, carefully not to wake up Federico and Connor, who were sleeping together in Hope's bed in the room. This is gonna be so much fun.

Vita walked closely to Hope, which was clinging to her arm the whole way. Outside was foggy, foggier than they all expected, but they were walking through the forest to see if they could find a spot where it wasn't so foggy and play there.

"We should be careful, the hole is still on the ground and we could fall." Hope called to Unità. Vita noticed he breathed heavily and wondered why so many things scared her brother so easily. She smiled and held his hand tighter.

"It's alright, Hope. Connor marked those trees and put vines around it, remember? We'll notice if we are near it." Hope looked at her with his orange eyes and nodded, shaking a little bit.

Vita looked at Unità. "Maybe we could go to the caves?" She asked uncertainly, though there was enough room inside the caves for them to play, especially in the Crystal Cave.

Unità looked uncertain. "I don't know... I don't like the caves."

Hope now took a tall posture that took Vita by surprise. "I don't see anything wrong with them, I think it's a good idea." She looked at him and found a spark in his eyes that unsettled her, she didn't know which kind, but she knew that she didn't like it. She watched Unità flinch as Hope glared at her; she wasn't the only one to notice the strange behavior.

"Let's... let's just keep going." Unità kept walking ahead and Vita followed once Hope let go of her arm. They walked silently a few long minutes until they heard footsteps running away from them. Unità looked at her confused and scared and then alarmed. "Where's Hope?"

Vita spun around only to find that her brother was nowhere to be seen. They exchanged a glance and walked back to the path they followed, yelling his name and getting no answer. Vita heard the rushing water near and stopped Unità before she could go any further. "We are lost!" She exclaimed frantically.

Unità looked at her. "No, we are not! We were following our steps, so that means-"

Vita understood what her sister meant. "Hope went into the caves! What's gotten into him?" They both knew that there was another entrance to the caves near the river and that they not long ago walked past them.

"I don't know, but we gotta find him before he gets into trouble." Unità lead the way into the caves and Vita followed closely.

"Shouldn't we warn Connor? Or somebody?"

Unità kept walking into the dark of the caves. "There's no time!" Vita sighed and only adventured the dark of the caves along her sister. They didn't find anything, besides the fact that they were lost inside the scary huge caves. They ended up in the Crystal Cave and from there choose the third path on the other side of the wall.

"Hope, where are you?!" Unità yelled, worriedly. Rocks falling ahead startled them and they stopped, Vita standing behind Unità. "Hope?" Unità's voice trembled. "I-Is that you?"

Someone stepped out of the blackness of the caves and faced them with a malicious smile. "Well, well, well... what do we have here?" Both of the girls opened her eyes in terror and gasped terrified. Bleeder! "If it isn't the two girls under the Blue Cat's wing."

Unità stood tall, defending Vita. "Where's my brother?!" Bleeder arched an eyebrow and looked at one of his men, who stepped behind him. He tilted his head and the men went away, disappearing on the dark.

"Your brother is in good hands, don't worry." He said menacingly. "As for you," He took a step on them, making them shrug. "-you won't be that lucky." They gasped in terror and Bleeder pointed at them. "Trap them!"

Both of them tried to run away but Vita was forcefully grabbed by the arm and pulled back. Someone tied her up and Unità watched in horror. "Run, get help Unità!" Vita yelled. Unità gulped and ran into the darkness, followed by Bleeder's men.

The man that got her walked over to Bleeder, and he stood over her. "This will teach the kitty cat that you don't mess with Bleeder."

Vita trembled in terror and prayed that Unità made it out of the caves. Please, let her get to HQ safely!

Connor stood on the door, trying to watch anything on the fog ahead. His heart pounded hard and as the time passes he felt even more anxious. He had fallen asleep a few hours ago by accident and when he woke up, the kids were gone and nowhere to be found. He wanted to believe they were alright outside in the woods, but something told him to go and investigate for himself as if something was wrong in many ways.

A hand suddenly on his back made him jump and he looked back to see Amaya with a reassuring glance. "They couldn't have gotten so far, not on this fog."

He stood over her and met her eyes. "But something's wrong, I can just feel it." He walked past her and head to the upper room, where the others were using the picture player to locate them in case they headed toward the town. "Have you found them?" He asked with a knot on his throat.

Greg shook his head sadly. "No, sorry," Connor grunted and walked past them, grabbing the Crystal Cat and pushing everyone out of his way. Greg stopped him. "Where are you going?"

"To look for them. I know something's wrong, I won't stay here and do nothing." He headed down again and left HQ, then heard footsteps getting near him. He spun around to find Silver and Riley looking at him.

"We'll help you."

Connor acknowledged them with a nod and kept walking ahead, determined to find the kids. He entered the forest as he tried to shape where everything was, often tripping with roots and small rocks sticking out of the ground. "Where could they be?"

Riley stood beside him. "They don't know the forest fully, so probably they headed to a place they know very well."

Silver looked thoughtful and then opened her eyes in realization. "The training clearing! That's a place they know too well."

Riley nodded. "Good idea, we can start there." Hurrying up, Connor's crystal cat lighted up and illuminated a little bit around them, giving a more clear sight than before, not the best, but it was something. Once they arrived at the Training Clearing, there was no one to be found, and Connor sighed in exasperation.

"They are not here! Where could-" They heard commotion ahead and Connor didn't think twice before launching himself ahead as fast as he could. He heard yells of terror and complaints... then someone calling out for him. In horror, he recognized Unità's voice. "I'm coming, Unità!"

The fog was dispersing now and he watched as one of Bleeder's men grabbed her tightly and tried to take her away. His blood burnt his body as anger took control of him and he ran to them. He launched himself into the man's side, hitting hardly his ribs and rolling later on the ground. The little girl slammed hard into the ground and watched shocked as he punched the man with fury on the face several times. "WHERE ARE THE OTHERS?!"

The man only coughed blood and laughed, and that set Connor's anger on edge. He kept hitting him hard on the face until someone pulled him back. He watched back with crazy eyes at the person. "What?!"

"You don't want to do that, not in front of her." It was Riley's voice, and Connor realized for a second what he did. He watched the man on the floor with a very bruised face and contemplated his own hands, which were full of the man's blood. He watched Unità, who had tears streaming down her face and hugged onto Silver as if her life depended on it.

He stood up and watched the man try to stand up. With a low, menacing voice, he stepped on the man's chest. "Where are the others?"

"I'll never tell you." The man said. Connor gritted his teeth and kicked the side of the man's head, leaving him unconscious. He looked at Riley. "Carry him back to HQ, I'm not finished with him yet." Riley nodded and tossed the man over his back.

Connor hurried to Unità's side. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

The little girl sobbing shook her head. "No, but they took Vita and Hope!" She cried. He caressed with his hand her hair, staining the blonde color with a crimson one.

"They?" Silver asked bewildered. "Who else did you ran into?"

"Bleeder!" Unità sobbed. Connor's blood burnt with anger and he signaled Silver to follow him. He wasn't done with the man who attacked Unità, and now that he knew that Bleeder was definitely involved, he had some questions to ask.

Some very rough questions.

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