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Her eyes slowly opened as consciousness returned. Bright light blinded her and she was momentarily confused about where she was. It then hit her like a ton of bricks. All the running and fear. The strang

e men in suits chasing after her non-stop. She winced in pain as memory after memory flooded back into her mind but she barred them from becoming permanently scarred onto her brain. She shook her head roughly before staggering onto her feet. She struggled to do that but got there in the end with the support from the solid walls that surrounded her. She raised her hand and tentatively touched the sore area on her head. The image of blood on her hands crept into her mind but was soon pushed out. She wouldn't let herself get trapped in her own box of fear. Not now, not ever. All she needed to do was find help. And fast. She limped out of the alleyway into the empty streets and groaned. The million dollar question was: where would she find any?

Sophie slammed the door shut behind her. How dare he? Just because she had been looking out for him didn't give him any right to contradict her! Sophie wrapped her coat tighter around her as she began to walk briskly in the direction of nowhere. But she didn't seem to mind. After all her thoughts were focused on one sole thing: Lok. Sophie had never cared for anyone as deeply as she did for him. Not even for Santiago or LeBlanche. Sophie bit her lip then mentally slapped herself. She was complaining about Lok and if she let all those soft thoughts in the way she would never come up with something to scold him with. Suddenly she stopped. Her eyes were focused on something below her. Sophie bent down and frowned at the small red puddle. She gingerly dipped her finger in it and held it up to her nose. Blood. A bad feeling crept up her spine as she wiped the blood off of her finger. A million and one questions ran through her mind yet she refused to answer any of them until she got more information. A blur ran through the corner of her eye as Sophie whipped her head in that direction. She had no idea what she was getting into but she knew one thing for sure- she wasn't going to let that thing get away. She began chasing after it, dodging every obstacle that blocked her way, never letting her eyes drift away from her target. Finally 'it' came to a halt and headed inside an abandoned factory. Sophie shuddered as she eyed the location that was often considered a cliché in many mystery novels. A place where people died soundlessly. That wasn't the part that scared her though. The thought of there being thousands of hiding places for someone to hide did. She entered the building and nervously looked around. Sophie considered saying 'Boltflare' but then rejected the idea since 'it' could be a human. No way was she going to let her identity as a seeker be shown! She whipped her head towards the sounds of creaking but shook her head thinking that her mind was playing tricks on her. She frowned. Where on earth was 'it'? 'It' couldn't have just disappeared into thin air! Could it? A hand reached out of the shadows and touched her shoulder. Sophie screamed and turned around while getting ready to aim a hard kick towards its legs but stopped just in time when she saw her terrified unintended victim. 'It' was a she. Sophie stared at her in shock. The poor girl had previously been well dressed but now her clothes had been reduced to tattered rags. Scrapes had scathed her once unmarked legs and blood-dried and fresh- was dripping onto the cold, metal floor. Her lips were cracked and her eyes were frightened and dull with tears gathering in them.

"Oh my god..."

Those were the only words Sophie could manage to whisper. The girl looked at her weakly.

"Help me, please."

She pleaded in a very low voice before slumping onto the floor.

Zhalia fell onto the sofa as if it was heaven itself. She placed a cushion on top of her face and screamed as loud as she wanted making sure the cushion blocked the sound from reaching other human ears. Finally, when she had her fill, she threw it over her head and lay on the sofa. The reason for doing that? Simple. She was bored. Who knew that sometimes the life of a seeker was so damn boring?! Zhalia sat up and paced the room before choosing to lie on the couch once again. Zhalia grabbed a nearby book and began to read the first page and slowly became more engrossed in it. She checked the title, scowled and placed that on the floor furious at her choice. Tennis for dummies. Great choice. Not! She began drumming her fingers on her flat stomach and prayed for some kind of excitement and adventure to appear. She looked around and there was nothing. The sound of the doorbell interrupted the silence.

"SOMEBODY GET THE DOOR!"

She yelled not bothering to go get it herself. Her thoughts drifted back to what she needed which was simple. It needed something that was something to get her heart thumping, to get her brain racing and to get her nerves tingling. Yet she didn't get any of those feelings. The doorbell rang once more.

"SOMEBODY GET THE DAMN DOOR!"

"KINDA BUSY HERE ZHALIA!" Dante and Lok answered in unison from another room. Zhalia scowled before unwillingly getting up and heading towards the door. It rung impatiently yet again.

"I'm coming, i'm coming. Jeez!"

On the way there she pondered on what exactly she needed to get her nerves tingling. A thought then struck her. She needed trouble, drama and mystery. The doorbell rung again. Zhalia sighed before opening the door and was about to shout at whomever it was to go away but instead she raised her eyebrows at the sight in front of her. She looked at Sophie who was holding onto an unconscious female with tiny pools of blood gathering on her legs, arms and face. Zhalia couldn't help but grin.

Hello trouble.

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