Author quick note- fanfiction was being evil and deleting Syndra's mom name so i had to write it as Delush. Im terribly sorry if this breaks the vibe of the chapter.

In the middle of a terribly dark and cluttered large room was a Kalamic. In the first of three years it whirled to life, weaving magic from its runic stone. Dust gathered among the magic as it seemed to be churning faster before forming into a dull and silent purple light. As the light quickly faded out, in its place stood and Bruce, both having several coughs before being able to talk.

"Were *cough* the hell are we?" Bruce strained hoarsely.

Delush waited till after her coughing fits were over or when she presumed they were over to speak.

"We are currently in the basement level of the school," she began before weaving her hands through her pockets. After a few moments she pulled out what she felt was the map.

"I don't suppose you know where the lights are in here?" Bruce asked as he stood perfectly still, not wanting to lose her in the darkness.

Delush clapped her hands and thanked whoever that the lights were 'clap on clap off'.

The dou awed at the sight before them. All around them were tons of boxes with numorous cobwebs and dust among them . Their were antique pictures littered around the place among other objects that seemed to be way behind in the present. Their were a few undefined things lying around but the two quickly set on their way to finding what they came for originally, Syndra.

"This is where we are at currently," she said as she pointed to the bottom level on the map. "We need to get to floor G4," she strained.

Both of them silently agreeded to escape the dust trap of a basement. They quickly found a flight of stairs, a sign attached to it that read 'G1'.

Delush was inches away from opening the door when Bruce stopped her wrist by grabing it lightly.

"What are we going to find?" He asked quietly, fear clearly evident in his voice. He didn't know or want to know what to expect on the other side of the door. Would he find corpses littered everywhere or just splatter of blood lining the wall. What about Syndra? The mere thought of what coumd have happened to Syndra made him wanna gag.

"I don't know,' she began before turning and meeting Bruce's face and whispering, "but I must find my daughter...she's all I have left."

"Then let's go find her," Bruce said with confidence, releasing her hand. He was afraid, but that wouldn't stop him from finding Syndra.

the woman inwardly smiled at the man Syndra had chosen. Throughout their short time together she had been wondering why he hasn't ran off like so many others would. She tried to reason other reasons why he had stayed but only one came to mind: he loved her. Why else would he decide to go into a building where rain coated its outer walls but 20 minutes ago with a woman who didn't even like him?

"Bruce I'm-" she began but stopped when she realized that the door was being blocked . She twisted it multiple times and pulled inward and pushed outward but it refused to move. She knew it was blocked and not jammed because it did not make a clicking noise. She was about to shove her way in when Bruce grasped her shoulder.

"Let me," he said with a smile.

the lady stepped aside and watched as Bruce tried to shove the door open. Whatever was on the other side it was very heavy. Around the fifth time he managed to bust open the door,but what lied on the other side suprised them both.

Huddled in the corner were five frieghtened girls, sweat and fear decorating all their faces. The air in the small room spelled stale and akin to pheases. It took them all a moment to register the fact that they were looking at other people, ones who haven't been taken.

"Thank god," one of the girls breathed, jumping up and running toward the older woman, her hands gripping the front of her coat.

"Please you have to get us out of here," she begged, her eyes looking up to the woman with desperation practically bleeding from them. Her grip so tight that her knuckles turned white.

"There's a Kalamic where we came from" she began before having to jerk the girl back from her attempts to run. "But first you have to tell me what happened."

"I-I-I don't know what happened every-every-" she didn't say other word as she again struggled to escape the woman's grasp again.

Delush couldn't hold the crazed girl any longer, letting her go and watching as she ran to which they had came. Three of the four other girls followed quickly behind the girl who ran, leaving only one. Her short black hair laid across her sweaty forhead, giving her a wild look. her dress was torn up at the corner, showing a bit of her thigh.

"I can tell you what happened ," she whispered.

"Please tell-," she began but what very rudely interrupted by the girl.

"Your daughter is a monster!" She screamed crazily. "She's the one who killed everyone," she spat distastefully.

Bruce didnt know what to do as she yanked the girl up from the front of her shirt. He sat idle as she began to talk to the girl in a less then nice way. Was this girl really telling the truth? Was Syndra really the cause of the blood raining down upon the school earlier. 'It couldn't be, it didn't make any sense' he tried to convince himself.

"where is my daughter" the mother of the acclaimed monster said slowly, emphasizing every word.

"The last time I saw that monster was in G3," she spat angrily as she felt the woman's grip on her shirt grow tighter. You dare get mad at me? She said, her voice seeping with rage. I am not the one who killed everyone. I'm not a fucking-"

"Call her a monster one more time and I will personally make sure your life will be scraping the bottom of trash cans and whoring your ugly ass just for a hot meal. Do I make myself clear?" She finished darkly. Before the girl could answer she shoved the girl in the direction of Bruce and the basement Kalamic.

As the girl made her way to the Kalamic she was stopped by Bruce.

"I'm sorry its just she's really worried about her daughterand what you didn't help," he said kindly. Bruce was pissed off at the girl too, but if they wanted answers being rude was no way to get them.

The girl looked between them before looking back at Bruce.

"I only speak the truth Bruce. I know what I saw," she stopped as she felt tears well up. "She killed everybody," she said as slow as possible.

Bruce stood motionless at the thought of Syndra being the cause of all this. Before his mind could reevaluate the options he was quickly pulled out of his pondering when the woman had commented.

"You arn't going in there right?!" She asked strangely. When he didn't answer she began to rant. "You won't even make it to that..." She caught herself before saying,"Syndra."

"Why...has parts of the building collapsed?" Delush asked, thankfully in a politer tone then earlier.

"No...its these things that Syndra summoned," she whispered before twisting her hands in the shape of what she was talking about. "She summoned these black spheres, and they killed everyone," she finished, grabbing her head as the mere memories were almost too much to bare.

Bruce didn't know what to do so he merely rubbed her back as she began to sob lightly. As Bruce was trying to comfort her he failed to notice Syndra's mom edge open the door. Her eyes narrowed when they landed upon serveral large dark spheres merely floating. There was no blood, no bodies, just purplish black orbs. She gently closed the door before turning around.

"Holy hell!"

she jumped back and hit her back on the door as she was mere inches away from Bruce.

"Don't sneak up on me," she said tiredly.

"Thoose orbs are what we have to get past?" Bruce asked the young woman.

The girl nodded as she wiped away some loose tears.

"They react to sound," she said before holding her right arm with her left. "We realized that when we were," she stopped before looking at the ground in shame. "Hiding in here when people were dying. This room is soundproof too."

"Thank you for the information," Bruce said nicely. He walked over to the girl and placed his hands on her shoulders. "We really appreciate it..."

"Miya," she finished with a sad smile.

"Go home Miya," he said before leading her to the basement door.

Before she left for the Kalamic she turned around and gave Bruce a long hug.

"You really are a nice guy," she whispered before disappearing down into the basement.

When the two were alone their question finally surfaced.

"Do you think-"

"No, she's delusional," the mother interrupted solemnly.

"Or you're in denial," Bruce retorted quietly.

She eyed him angerily before stepping up to him and looking him square in the eye.

"You believe the girl that called my daughter a monster?" She seethed, her anger clearly barely being contained.

Bruce didn't hesitate or flinch to her words.

"No but I do believe the girl who had to witness her friends die in front of her," he said smartly. Bruce didn't want to admit it, but it was highly likely that Syndra was behind this. He wouldn't tell , but he heard Syndra whisper that chilling line in his head.

"Die.."

It had been so clear. He didn't know how or why her voice had been in her head, but he knew it wasn't his own thoughts messing with him.

the old woman huffed and began to try to come up with a reasonable explanation that didn't include her daughter, but none came to mind. She held herself and whispered no 'repeatedly'. She just couldn't imagine her daughter killing everyone. She was her little syndre-poo, her little girl.

" Delush," Bruce said quietly , placing his hands on her shoulders. " Delush," he repeated louder, shaking her roughly to snap her out of it.

"It's not true," she whispered quietly before looking up towards Bruce's sapphire eyes. " It's not true right?" She asked hopefully.

"I... I don't know," Bruce said honestly and that was the truth. " let's find her and ask her ourseleves" he said with confidence, giving a half smile at the woman.

She returned the smile and took a deep breath before exhaling and silently thanking the man. She wouldn't admit it, but she could see why Syndra had fallen over heels with him.

'And it only took a mass murdering to make me realize' she thought dryly.

She shook her head and laid eyes upon the back of Bruce's back, he preoccupied by looking throught the slit of the door. She slowly tip toed over and laid a hand gently on his shoulder so as to announce her presense.

"Ready to move?" She asked, barely audible.

Bruce closed the door quietly before turning around and addressing her . he also had to take a quick calming breath as he was slightly nervous from the woman's proximity. He knew of course that this was not the time nor place but he couldn't resist the thoughts surfacing, he was a man after all.

"Yea but we have to take a few precautions first and go over a few things," he said before pointing downward at her. "the high heels have to go if were going to sneak by."

she nodded before quickly placing her shoes to the side, leaving her feet coveted only by black stockings. The floor felt cold, but nothing she could deal with.

Bruce went on to explain the rest of the things they would need to do quickly I'f they were going to survive the journey to the stairway. He advise that they stay close via holding hands to produce comfort and lesson the chances of someone falling behind. Bruce had also opted to lead.

After every precaution was set they were both standing by the door.

Delush's heart raced as she felt like she was about to walk through a minefield, and in a sense she was. She couldn't help but shake at the chance of dying before she even found her daughter. She was pulled out of her worrying when she felt Bruce's grip tighten around her hand.

"Were going to find Syndra, together," he said with finality.

She nodded and beckoned him to lead on.

Bruce took a breath and prepared to open the door. Bruce was worried, but not because their was a chance of him dying, but because he wasn't afriad of dying in the slightest. If he had to be honest he felt no fear of dying at the moment, the only thing on his mind at the moment was Syndra. He just didn't feel threatened by the orbs presence, if anything they reminded him of Syndra in a strange way. He shook the odd sensation and instead focused on the task at hand.

"Let's go," he said cooly before opening the door slowly.

The hallway was littered with seemingly more orbs then they had seen earlier. They floated above the marble floor in lazy and predictable motion. Luckily their had only been two orbs hovering next to the door Bruce and Ms. Delush were.

Bruce took a moment to gauge the distance from them to the stairway. It was a good 40 feet at least. He mentally mapped out a route for them before gripping Delush's hand to signal that he was about to move.

Delush followed Bruce as he made his way to the stairway. Her pluse began to quicken as they passed the first sphere. She felt as if it was looking directly at her, toying with her before it would kill her. She tried not to focus on it, instead focusing on the back of Bruce. It didn't seem to completely relieve her of the presence but it seemed to help calm her, if only a little.

Bruce was feeling quite the opposite from . Where fear and worry should have been they were instead replaced by a feeling of urgencey, he was growing irritated from the amount of time it was taking them. While they were making their way he couldn't help but note the feeling of safety and comfort emitting from the orbs around them. It was when they came across the stairway that he finally decided to act on this feeling, the stairway being impassable anyway.

"Bruce what are you doing?" the woman asked him in a hushed whisper as she watched him stand up.

"They won't hurt us," Bruce said in his normal tone, standing up slowly.

She panicked slightly as she expected the orbs to come hurling at them from all sides, but instead they merely floated in place, seemingly not caring of the two. Her brow furrowed as she looked onward to Bruce.

"How did you know that they wouldn't attack us?" She asked curiously.

"I don't know...I just had a feeling like I could trust them," he said beforing pausing."they remind me of Syndra," he said quietly.

Before the woman could retort she was interrupted by the appearance of a orb hovering next to Bruce.

Bruce followed her paniced gaze and noticed the orb. Instead of panicking he stared wide-eyed the mystifying orb.

Instead of being like the rest, this was different. In place of the black and pinkish tint colored orb it was instead a deep gray-sliverish orb.

Bruce expirementally and slowly touched the orb. He was slightly shocked to find that it was warm to the touch. He flinched as his head ached for a moment. When he opened his eyes they gazed at a Syndra sitting in the middle of a room, dark orbs surrounding her.

"Syndraaaa!" He yelled but it was in vain as he realized he was staring at .

"What happened Bruce?" She asked panickly. She was worried alittle when he touched the orb, but it was doubled when she saw the distant look in his eyes. She tried slapping him lightly but it was to no avail as he wouldn't budge. She was about to just downright smack the shit out of him when he yelled her daughter's name but held back as he seemed to have returned.

"Bruce are you ok?" She asked worridly as he was panting quite heavily.

"I-I- think this sphere can leads us to her," he panted between breaths.

She couldn't help but smile at the statement.

"Well can you-" but she was cut short as the sound of orbs whirling past her.

They all zoomed past the dou before coming to a halt at the stairway. Each one of them unnaturally filed in between each other, effectively making the stairway impassable.

"What the hell!"

She stomped in the direction of the orbs, planning to claw her way through before she felt a tug on her arm.

"Let me go!" She fumed, but Bruce didn't.

"Your no help to me or Syndra if you just throw your life away," he said sternly.

"Then what do you think we should do?" She cried in irritation.

"I don't know...we could try the other stairways," he suggested.

Before the woman could voice her opinion the gray orb started to shine dimly. In a matter of seconds it was practically radiating magical energy before it zoomed towards its kin. The orbs stayed motionless as it charged furiously.

When the orbs colllided the noise was something else. It sounded like metal being forced against metal, the screeching almost being intolerable to the small group.

Delush and Bruce covered their eyes as a wave of blinding light radiated from the collision. It only lasted a second before dissipating. Among the stairway there was nonething left but the gray orb floating, a dim light around it.

"Let's go."

Bruce, followed swiftly by Delush, quickly ran up the stairway. The orb trailed right in front of them, guiding them to Syndra they both assumed. Fortunately whenever they ran into more orbs blockcading the stairway the orb would plow right through, but unkown to them the orb would grow less and less brighter.

Bruce was in a crazed rush now. Gone was his sense of calm, in its place a need, no a desire, to see Syndra. He yearned to see that she was ok. He quickly came to a conclusion that these orbs were somehow controlling her, probably forceing her to kill all thoose people, but then why didn't they attack them? He couldn't come with a reasonable answer.

Delush's curiosity was piqued due to the gray orb. Why was it helping them. Why was it different from the rest? And why can Bruce communicate with it but not her? She had felt no presence from the orb when she had touched it, just a cold exterior. She had touched it right after Bruce did but she didn't experience anything he had. She threw away the thought as the orb lead them down the hallway of the third floor. Her thoughts were set on Syndra as they reared to a door. The only problem was their were about a dozen perpetual black spheres hovered in front of a large door.

The dou waited for the gray sphere to disrupt the spheres but were quickly growing impatient as it merely floated next to them.

"What the hell?!" Delush fumed angrily, her eyes glaring furiously at the orb.

The orb merely hovered motionless despite the woman's protest.

Bruce was about to comment when it finally dawned on him that the sphere had grown weak. He assumed this due to the fact that the orb had grown considerably dimmer then when he had first seen it.

"I think its out of energy," Bruce whispered.

"But she's right through that door!" She yelled, pointing to it. She let out a scream as she grabbed the orb and shook it. " work Dammit, " she repeated.

Bruce's mind went blank as he stared at the door that held within his love, his best friend, the only person he knew who he could always turn to and probably the only person who understood him. His anger grew as he looked upon the army of spheres. How dare they keep him away from her! He decided then, to throw away his reasoning, and give in to his instincts.

Delush was now shaking the sphere slowly , the strain of shaking it vigorously taking its toll on her.

"Please...help me save my daughter," she strained, tears begining to run down her face.

She knew she was being greedy and selfish. Here she was begging a magical object to help her save her daughter when it had been the sole reason for them getting this far to begin with. She wasn't crying over the fact that thousands of kids and teachers were slaughtered today, oh no, she was crying because her daughter was in trouble!

Bruce stood motionless as he felt anger. He felt anger at nobody but himself upon coming to the realization that he could not save the one he loved.

"Haaaaaaaa!"

Delush went wide as the orb seemingly vualted from her hands. She was breathless as it dissapeared right into Bruce's chest. She stepped back as she witnessesed Bruce launch towards the dark spheres. She didn't know what to think except silently cheer him on.

Bruce yelled vigorously as he speed towards the group of spheres. His feet skidded to the ground, his left going behind his right as he reered back his left fist.

"Outta my way!"

He punched the center of the spheres, resulting in a bright purple light. He didn't stop as the light became unbearable, he wouldnt stop until he felt no resistance. He pushed harder with his fist, yelling all the while. After mere seconds he finally broke through the army of spheres and the door as well. He unelegantly flew into the room, rolling on the floor painfully before coming to a stop.

"Uhhhnn," he groaned painfully as he tried to stand up. He bolted up though as he finally seen Syndra.

Syndra was floating in the middle of a gigantic sphere in a fetal position. She looked alseep and quite peaceful. Their were of course at least a dozen spheres floating in the room with her, all of them starting to buzz and becoming more violent in movements due to the duos appearance.

"Syndraaa!"

Delush made a bee-line for her daughter but was halted when three spheres crowed around her, effectively trapping her in a triangle-like prison. They hovered violently in place but she did not seem to care. She clenched her fist and tried to punch away the sphere in front of her. Instead of feeling something cold and lifeless akin to the gray orb she felt fire, so hot that she pulled back her hand in pain.

"Bruce," She cried out as they were seeming to form up closer to her.

Bruce turned and saw that she was surrounded by three of the dark spheres. He ran at them, ready to knock them into nonexistence before he felt a force push him face-first into the ground. He tried to stand up but it was in vain as multiple spheres had dog piled on him, starting to fill his eyes with darkness and his ears with a buzzing noise. Right before he was plunged into darkness he saw Syndra's mom being crowded by the spheres. He tried to reach her with a outstretched hand but it was no use, he was trapped.

She was panicking when they had gotten so close that she couldn't see Bruce now. She feared for the young man as much as herself right now. If they both died who would save her daughter?

"Bruce please..."

Bruce was on the edge of sircumbing to unconscious. His body felt tired and hot...so hot. He just wanted to go to sleep for a little while. In fact he couldn't even remember why he was making a big deal to stay awake? Was he waiting on someone? Nooooo he had been alone all his life.

'No wait that doesn't sound right' he thought strangely. His minded started to flood with memories of Syndra. Kissing her, holding her, comforting her. He remembered Ms. Delush and how she would always get angry with him just because he was seeing Syndra. Finally he remembered the most recent events.

Bruces eyes snapped open and he immidately went to work. He called upon whatever power he held within him and started to push outward,trying to shove the spheres off of him despite his tired and weary body. He yelled at the top of his lungs as he felt power surge through him, finally giving him the power to overthrow the dog pile of spheres. They were flinged into different directions before dissipating into nothingness as he stood. He quickly rushed forward and ripped the spheres away from Delush .

"Thank god," she said as she embraced him in a hug. She thought she along with him were dead after she had seen him get suppressed by the dozen spheres. She didn't comment as she noticed that his eyes had turned a grayish sliver color, and that his hair had become a sliver like Syndra's.

He returned the hug before gently but quickly tugging her off and turning towards Syndra.

"Let's save her," he said with a smile before darting off towards her.

He didn't slow as Dark orbs formed in front of him out of thin air trying to stop him, he merely punched all of them into nothingness. He thanked whatever that gray sphere had done to him as it had given him power, power to save the girl he loved. Not to long he came to a halt right before Syndra and the orb she was held within. He felt Delush's presence behind him. He rubbed his hand before shoving them straigh at the orb. He was surprised by two things: one the sphere wasn't hard or resistant by any means, it was like he was moving water out of the way which wouldn't have been a problem if it wasn't for the second fact that it burned like hell. In the spam of three seconds that Bruce ripped open about a three inch hole his hands were cherry red. He was forced to pull back and growled in irritation as the hole quickly closed up.

Bruce and Delush took a moment to think, seeing as the spheres fortunately stopped spawning for whatever reason.

"What do you think we should do?" she said quietly. She looked at Bruce curiously as he merely looked at his still cherry red hands back to Syndra.

Bruce clenched his hands in a fist, wincing at the sting of pain slightly. He turned to Delush and begin to speak in a calm voice.

"I'm going to rip a hole and your going to pull her out ok?" He watched as her face was a mix of confusion and worry.

"What will you use to rip it open?" She asked worridly. When he held up his hands she quickly shook her head. "Your hands will burn off!" She yelled.

"No it dosent hurt-" he tried to lie.

"Your lying I know it hurts!" She cried out.

"It's the only way to save her!" He yelled with finality.

The dou was quiet, the atmosphere permeated with anger, worry and fear. After a moment Bruce spoke in a calm voice, surprising her .

"Will you pull her out?"

Ms. Delush didn't want this. Yes she wanted to save her daughter but not like this, not if it meant Bruce sarcifing himself in the process. She quickly came up with a idea.

"I could hold it-"

"No you can't," Bruce interrupted solemnly. He held up his hands. "The only reason my hands made it open and why they arn't burned to a crisp is because of the magic that flows through me currently. I could feel it protect me againist it somewhat," he finished smoothly.

she opened her mouth to say something, but didn't utter a word as Bruce interjected.

"Please let me do this ," he said with a tired and sad smile.

"Ok," is all she said.

Despite her being saying no, she couldn't deny her want to see her daughter and hear her voice again. To know that she was ok.

Before Bruce started he rubbed his hands together. He turned to his side and asked the woman if she was ready. When she nodded he was about to begin before he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"For what its worth Bruce, you are a wonderful man," she said before laying a feather-kiss on his cheek.

Bruce couldn't help but slightly blush at the act, afterall he was a male and Syndra's mom looked pretty much like her. He threw away the thoughts and instead focused on the task at hand.

"Thanks. Let's save her," he said coolly before shoving his hands in the sphere. He cried out in pain as the familiar sensation of fire crawling along his hands. He tried to ignore the best he could, filling his mind with memories of Syndra.

'Three inches'

He remembered the time they first hanged out, how nervous they both were to be alone with each other. When she had nervously talked about random things and how he too had joined in with her.

'Five inches' He remembered their second date, where they had gone to town and gotten ice-cream. He remembered how she had nervously told him to open wide as she spoon-fed him so of hers before asking him to do the same. He remembered as he had stupidly dropped the scoop on her lap as he was trying to feed her. He thought he had royally fucked up until she laughed and wiped it off her skirt that day.

'Eight inches'

He remembered when she had first opened to him about not only herself but her whole family, and how he had opened up about himself. He remembered how he had cried in front of her and how she didn't judge him, instead merely holding him in her arms as she hummed a soft melody.

"Ahhhha," Bruce cried in pain. It was already pass the point of unbareable but by some force of god he held the sphere open.

"Just a little bit further," Delush breathed.

Bruce yelled in a mix of pain and determination as he ripped the hole to the point where Ms. Delush could pull Syndra out.

"I got you sweet-heart" she said as she pull her out quickly but gently.

As soon as her feet had left the hole Bruce let the sphere go and fell back. His vision blurred and his head fell to the side. As he looked upon he smiled weakly, or tried to, as she was holding Syndra in her arms. His mind was pinged with a weak sense of panic as he saw three red-robbed men enter the room.

Then he blacked out.