Walking Down a Snowy Street

I had a certain vision for this chapter. You basically get inside the head of Doctor Cara's as she's walking down the street shopping, Her thoughts squandered by a mysterious, familiar figure.

(Doctor Cara's POV)

Its late in the evening. But I cant find it in myself to go home now. My thoughts are racing in my head. My work following even when its finished. The four boys ive come to know, and yet am no closer to understanding. Well, I understand them, but I dont. Their a very complicated bunch of boys. The Demoliton Boys. Hmmmmm.

I watch them learn. And open up. And I watch them struggle, and struggle hard to get over things. And I want to help them. But I can only take them so far. The resolve they need is within them. I pause in walking. White catching my eye. And I look into a store window. Snow reflecting in the glass. On a manican is a White trench coat, with silver buckles down the front and sleeves. In my head is the picture of a read head with devil horns hair scowling in that jacket and I chuckle.

Turning my head, next to the first is second manican. A soft grey fur vest, with Thick fur lining the hood, collar and sleeves, And Once again, in my mind The image of a smirking boy with lavender hair and eyes is there taunting me. I stroke the glass, staring at the snow falling through it and smile, walking into the store.

I have the cashier get me the vest and coat in the sizes i need, and walk throught he store as she does so. A large Brown Trench coat, dark and rough, A dark blue turtle neck, and Dark blue jeans for Spencer. I continue my search. Hmmm. . . . it must be perfect.. . . . Create new identity's. . . . new goals. . . .Ah!

Black leather vest with black fir lining, black leather pants and dark green turtleneck. Ian, and check. Hmmm. . . . White turtleneck and white pants with silver buckles for the Wolf. And Black turtleneck and black jeans for the falcon. Why am I doing this. Because my boys have said time and time again they want clothes, that they are sick of grey sweatpants and White t-shirts. And I cant help but agree with them. The Demolitions boys need to create new identity's for themselves! And I'm gonna help them! Not only because its my job, but because I feel a certain "need" to help them now. Not just as a phyciatrist anymore but as a friend, a guideline, a mother, whatever they need.

I look around the store spotting, what I need. Black fingerless gloves all lined up on a rack, and I grab what I need and head to the counter. Paying for my goods and heading back out onto the snow covered street. As I exit and head on my way I see a familiar figure walking in front of me. With two toned slate and dark blue hair all spiked up and a long white scarf billowing in the wind. Its wrong. I know it is but I follow the young teen anyway. Keeping a few good feet behind him, as to not alert him of my presence.

He's young. Cant be any older than my Demolition Boys and somthing is scarilly familiar about him. I cant put my finger on it but. . . I know this boy. I just have to. Our journey ends at a place I know well. Balcov Abbey. Nothing but dark cracked stone and caution tape now. And I cant help but glare at the place that tortured my boys. All the horrible, hunting tales of their pasts still playing over and over like a broken rocord in my mind.

"Why are you following me?"

The boys harsh voice breaks my thoughts, and now he's turned to looked at me, blue shark fins adorning his pale cheeks, an inquisitive eyebrow raised. And I raise my brown ones in ralization.

"Your, Kai Hiwatari."

He snorts and turns away, rolling his crimson eyes. And I cant help but wonder if he's here at the Abbey looking for Tala and the others. But I intend to find out.

"Are you looking for The Demolition Boys?" I ask and he stiffens, turning around quickly, now visibly angry with me.

"Thats none of your damn buisness!" He snarls at me and I dont even flinch.

"It may be. Considering their at my facility and no longer here." I tell him, watching a confused look cross his face before its gone and the anger is back.

"What facility? Where did you take them?" He asks firmly, stomping the few steps over to me and poking me in my chest.

"Its a metal health facility for children. Ive been see'ing them for three months now. I'm Cara Shernovov, their phyciatrist. You dont have to worry. Their safe and doing quite well." This dosent seem to trigger in reaction in the bluenette. But he looks as if he's trying to figure out if he can trust me or not.

"A mental hospital. . " He says slowly. As if still trying to register exactly what that means. "I wanna see them!" He says firmly, and I smile gently at him.

"Its closed now but, I'll write the adress down for you. Be there at 10:00 AM, and I'll allow you a visit. I think it will be good for them to see you."

He nods, waiting patiently as I dig through my satchel and retrieve paper and a pen, quickly writing the adress down and handing it to him. He looks sort of disappointed. Most likeley because he cant see them today. And he walks away without a goodbye or thank you. No that I had expected much less from a Demolition Boy.

I turn and start my walk back home. Much more content with going there now. Seeing the missing Demolition Boy so eager to be back with his brothers has given me hope for my Boys resolve. And for now a hope it all I have for them. A hope and a dream of a better life.