Leanne huddled in the corner of the room, hugging her knees to her chest. It was frigidly cold in the cell and for the second time she wish she had worn something heavier than her business suit, the thin cotton did nothing to prevent the metal floor from seeping away her body heat. Just a few minutes ago, or at least what she thought was minuets she had no way to tell time, a young boy came in to clean up the vomit. He was more than likely a lackey of Purple Eyes and he did his job without even giving a glance in Leanne's direction leaving as quickly as he came with the harsh tang of antiseptic in the air.

She had never felt more alone in her life than in the sterile cell, it was like one of her nightmares had finally come true. A line that Purple Eyes had said kept vibrating in her mind. 'No heros to save you in the nick of time, you are completely alone.' And with sinking relation Leanne knew it was true, last time she had been kidnapped Nema had brought a tracker, which was the only reason why they were rescued. No one would find her this time, she had simply vanished, and she'd probably never see her family again.

No I can't think that way. Leanne thought to herself, she had to keep her faith and hope in Rand, he was not one to give in. At the thought of her husband Leanne felt her heart drop and absent-mindedly fidgeted with her wedding ring. It wasn't very ornate, just a thin band of silver with a small semi-precious stone imbedded into it, but meant so much to her. They had so much to fight for, eighth years ago Rand proposed to her, then their promise to each other at their marriage, the birth of their child and every moment in between, they never gave up on each other. Both of them showed their bravery and devotion to one and other, and she knew Rand would rather die before admitting he's lost his wife, they same way she refused to believe Mewtwo had killed him. Yes she'd be brave; she would see Rand and Nema again, she had to.


Purple Eyes watched the young man standing in front of him with rapt attention. He was a tall and rather impressive youth with shaggy blond hair falling over his forehead and eyes, he would have been considered attractive if he weren't a fugitive. He leaned against the door to Leanne's cell, his dark red eyes glowing with rage.

"This is an insane idea." The boy spat at him with blatant hostility, Purple Eyes just smiled at him

"Now, now Kenneth we mustn't be rude."

"Don't call me that." He hissed, clenching his teeth.

"My apologizes Red Eyes." He corrected himself with an apologetic wave of his hand. "But I believe you are failing to see the importance of Ms. Talga in this plan, she is essential."

Red Eyes shook his head, fighting the urge to smack the other man's face. "No I'm 'failing' to see the point of this entire idea. Your psychotic plan is a bunch of shit that will get us either killed or arrested."

Sighing Purple Eyes gave him a look like someone would give to a misinformed child. "She possesses the knowledge to decipher the legends that could grant us the powers of gods, unlimited power!"

Red Eyes shook his head again and pushed past the older man. "I don't want the power of a deity or immortality, I'm done with your shit." Purple Eyes sighed as he stalked passed him. He could have been useful on his quest but the boy had grown soft, not willing to take the risks he used too, most likely from the influences of Blue Eyes and that infuriating girl Summer. It seemed like the only person really on his side was Leanne, and even she was reluctant. He fervently hoped that he'd be able to convince her to join his cause, and to see the imprisonment that her husband had her in, stifling her personality and nature. Leanne deserved a man who viewed her as an equal, his inseparable other half, maybe she'd see that in him. The idea caused warmth to spread from the back of his neck and cheeks and he pushed it away for now.

He ran his fingertips against the metal door behind him, tracing small circles on its glossy surface. There was no denying the fact he harbored a small affection for the Archeologist, it was easier to admit here in a dark underground tunnel where the rest of the world thought him dead. Leanne was a strong, admirable woman who would rather die on her feet than live on her knees and he knew that it would be hard to get her to join him, but he'd get through to her.

His hand inched down the door and found its handle, his fingers wounding around the strip of metal. Releasing a low breath he pulled open the door and entered the cell. Leanne was crouching in the farthest left corner, her hands pressed to her knees so hard her knuckles turned white. She shot upwards onto her feet at the sight of him; her skirt ruffling up around her knees and her hair had been released, pooling around her shoulders in unkempt strands. He felt his heart rate accelerate when he saw her. She was the definition of defiance, and she was stunning.

"Miss Talga," he said, trying to force the coldness into his voice, but wondered if it was actually convincing.

Leanne didn't respond but just raised her head and clenched her jaw, as if daring him to say more. And for the first time in a while Purple Eyes was daunted and by her no less.

Coughing to clear his throat, he stared back her. "I've come to check on you like I promised." His words were greeted by silence yet again and he felt like he was loosing this battle of wills. "Have you reconsidered my offer?"

"No." Leanne responded, her voice so quipped and strong the word felt more like disembogues sound than an actual word.

Purple Eyes nodded and brought out his back up plan, a small book the size of a diary from his right coat pocket. It was ratty, old and smelled of mildew from water damage, but he saw Leanne's eyes widen at the sight of it, her gaze hungry and starved. A smirk tugged at the edge of his lips as he set it down on the ground, he knew how to break her. Leanne was a person who craved knowledge, who would cave in for the sake of banishing ignorance from her mind. The ancient text of the written faced upwards has he step back from the book.

"I brought you something to keep you busy." Purple Eyes said, he knew she'd give in to temptation then he'd just need to convince her to share. "I'll come back later with a meal and see if you'll willing to talk." Leanne just crossed her arms and stared past him. He subconsciously pulled the neckline of his coat, trying to regain the composure. Why the hell was she so intimidating to him? He was clearly in control of this situation but he felt small and at her mercy under her glare. Deciding he had hesitated for far too long, Purple Eyes turned around to leave, and he could of sworn he felt her eyes burn into him as he disappeared behind the door.