Hey. I am sorry for not updating, but I have very busy right now, and since I am finishing school this year I will be busy for a long time, but I will try to keep writing. Firstly, I want to thank the guest who reviewed to say: "crazy good." Thank you. You put a big smile on my face. Secondly, I want to thank Tahira for your review. Yes, poor Victor, and I am not finish making his life hard. I am sorry to say that. I promised to update a while ago, but I did not, and for that I am sorry. Enjoy, and please let me know what you think. :D

Victor´s point.

She was my soulfinder, and we were meant to grow old together. We should be together. I was at some point going to propose, and she would say yes. We would get married and have children that would be a mix of both of us. We would see them grow up and find their place in the world. They would get married and have children. We were going to do all of those things, but before that could happen, I needed to find her. The question was just how… My phone rang, and I wanted so desperately to ignore it. I wanted to disappear, because I felt like I had failed as a savant. My own soulfinder had left me… And now I needed to bring her back to me. It might sound crazy, but if she was going to leave, she would have to say it to my face. In the mess, that was supposed to be my thoughts, I almost did not hear my phone was ringing. I sighted and answered the phone only to make it stop making noise.

"Agent Benedict, have you seen the news today?" My boss´s voice asked in my ear. Just by hearing his voice I straightened my back and I quickly said: "No, sir. I have not. Why?"

"Reek Hansen, Omar Sumhosr, and Erik Genori are under arrest." He said, and I was shocked even more than I was before. And for a second, the pain of losing Drue was going, because three of really bad men were arrested and would be brought to justice, but when the second ended the pain came back. Would I ever learn to live with it..? I hoped not, because the pain was the only reminded that Drue had ever existed.

"Victor, I need you to be a part of a secret undercover mission which is going to take at least a year. Before you say anything, I have to tell you that if you do this I will personally insure that you get Drue back, if that is what you want when the mission is over."

"So if I take the mission, I will get Drue back? And she will never have to run or hide ever again?"

"Yes."
"Then you can count me in."

2 years later – still Victor´s pov.

I am walking down the street towards my parents´ house for the first time in almost 2 years. Before going on the undercover kind of of-books mission, I had sort of cut them out of my life, because it would be too dangerous for them to be involved. My mother took it the hardest, but the rest, sort of, understood that this was important and had something to do with bringing Drue home. They did not know where I was, or what I was doing. Looking back, it was for the best. I did a lot of things that I am not proud of, and if my family ever found of what I had done, I do not know what they would do. These things I had done had really changed me as person. Before the mission I was a very private person, but compared till today I was an open book back then. The court had finished the case late last night, so my part was over. And now I am looking forward to put this case behind me and actually begin to live my life with the woman of my dreams. And her name is Vanessa Nightingale. We had met during the mission where she was my partner. We had, finally, found each other and are now ready to begin our lives together. I cannot imagine a life without her in it. She makes me happy.

"Hey babe." She says and starts running towards me.

"Hey yourself. How come you look even beautiful then ever?" I say and take her hand in mine.

"Well, showers and makeup happens to work in my favour." She says and laughs. The most beautiful sound in the world.

"You look beautiful in my eyes even when you are covered in dirt and have not showered in weeks."

"That right there is true love." Vanessa says and lines in for a kiss.

Out of nowhere I hear a shot. At first I am confused, but my body reacts, and before I know it, I am ready to shoot back. But there is only one shot, and as I try to figure out what happened, I see blood on my hands. But how can that be, because I was not hit..? So how have I gotten blood on me? Vanessa! Vanessa must have been hit. I look at her only to find that she is already dead. The MO is, basically, the same as a shooter who have dropped bodies in over 10 different countries across the world in the last two years. The shooter has taken out some of the world´s most dangerous criminals and yet still lives to tell the tale. I understood the shooter when he was killing hardcore criminals, but why kill Vanessa? She was one of the good ladies. She helped people. She saved people. I mean she saved me… I do not understand. She was… I do not understand why she had to die. She was a good person. I loved her, and now she was dead. She did not deserve this. No one does. But why am I feeling this way..? Why am I so confused? I should be feeling sad instead I feel frustrated.

"Vic, what is going on? I heard a shot." my little brother, Zed yells.

"Vic, are you okay? What happened?" my oldest brother, Trace asks. But I am too far away. My head is spinning. And before I know it, I lose consciousness.

As I wake up, my head is hurting, and my memory is so blurry. It is still spinning around me. I am feeling so many feelings at the same time, but I can only make out one emotion clearly. The feeling of abuse and being manipulated. Like someone had made me do things, say things, or in general make me think things. Someone had been manipulating me. The question is just why. But looking at it with perspective then everything began with her.

Time skip.

Looking around in the hotel room, I find it everything but neat and clean. It clearly gives a strong picture of the person living here at the moment. I hear someone in the bathroom singing. The singer can, actually, sing. But the song is not in English more likely Arabian, and yet it sounds so familiar. Where have I heard that song and that voice before? The voice, clearly, belongs to a female. I can hear the shower stopping, and not that long after a woman comes out caring a small child in her hands. It cannot be…