Hello everybody :)

Here's the third chapter of tge story. In this chapter, I decided to light their storys a little. I hope you like it.

And now, enjoy the chapter :)

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The day was long. Ontari was tired, even if she didn't do something really tiring at all. She sat on the wooden floor in front of her bed and looked out of the window.

Outside, it was rainy and the sun was hidden under a thick blanket of clouds.

She looked at the balcony. There he stood. The Skyboy. His look was somewhere over the forest, without an, her known, aim. But she could already feel the thoughts about his lover. She frowned.

You're not everything in his life, you know, it mocked in her mind.

The collar and the chain on his neck strum as he turned back to the room, Ontari sat in. She looked away. She wouldn't look at him, so that he could recognize the jealous look on her face.

"I thought about something." He said, as he entered the room again. Cold air stream into the room. "And?" She asked. "Close the damnit door."

Murphy closed the door.

"What will you say, if you're really pregnant?" The question seemed innocent, but she knew, there was any deeper meaning behind it. "I don't think that this is any of your business." She grumbled evasive.

"Of course, it is. If it's mine… I mean..." He stumbled over his own words. She frowned. "It should know who it's dad is." He ended the stuttered words.

In the first moment, she was confused. He cared about the perhaps exist child? Then she grinned mocking.

"You care about it, really?" The question was mocking. His face turned mocking either. "If it's mine. If it's not, you have to deal with it." But as he spoke the words out, he regreted them.

Her eyes turned cold and sharp as ice. Slowly she stood up and walked towards him. Ontari's moves were smooth and elegant, catlike. "Remember, you're mine. If there's really anything living inside of me, it's your problem too. I'll make it yours."

Now, she stood in front of him, and even if he was taller then her, she looked so much taller than him in the moment.

Murphy always praised himself for the gift to play with words and sarcasm, but always, when she looked at him this way, he forgot that gift and felt again like a boy. Shrinking under the angry look of an adult.

And then again, he saw the gleam of insecurity in her eyes, just a moment, but then it was gone.

"Did you hear me, worm?" She whispered and he nodded. A little smile flickered over her face. "Good."

She crouched again in front of the bed and moved her legs to the body. "I like the rain." Her voice was silent as she said that out of nothing. And involuntarily he thought that this might be mood swings.

"Why? It's cold and wet." His tone was a little strained. She looked up at him. She didn't liked the fact, that he was standing over her. That reminded her of Nia. It reminded her of the hard and bloody training, as a little girl. But she knew that she had to be strong, because one day, she would be a great leader, heda of the thirteen clans.

For that aim she worked hard and now she sat there and felt like a girl again.

"Sit or go away." Her voice was little to high, how she recognized a moment later. A sick feeling hit her. She jumped up quick and ran over to the toilette.

Murphy followed her. When she was done she looked up. She looked miserable. Slowly she went to a bucket full of water and washed her face.

Then she seated herself again in front of the bed. He looked her behind the whole time. Her face was pale. He decided to sat next to her. The words just lay on his tounge, but her bitter look leave him quiet.

"Say nothing. I know, I really need some support, right?" She snapped. He couldn't ignore the bitterness in her words.

A long silence took its seat. Their just looked out and felt the warmth of each other.

"Who is this Roan for you?" He asked out of nowhere, but that was a question he asked himself since he was here. Confused she looked beside her.

"He is the... boy, I grew up with." She decided to make the answer quiet political. He raised an eyebrow. "Just that?" To his amazement, she began to smirk. "Why are you interested in that?"

"I just make conversation." Now, she was the one who lifted an eyebrow. "For me it more sounds like a Maybe we could learn to know each other, and then we'll be friend forever and a day talk. And you should know, I don't really enjoy that."

A little laugh left his mouth and her eyes flickered. "What?"

„Nothing." He smirked. She leave it like that. Again, the silence. They could hear the raindrops, falling on the bumpy asphalt under the tower and the windows.

"When we were little, Roan tried sometimes to be something like a big brother to me. I was pleased for that, because I had no one, but when Nia found out, she seperate us from each other. We had to train on our own, without any distractions. When we were older we were allowed to speak to each other again, before that, we were only allowed to see each other in a distance. But we both changed over the time, we learned that trust and love were for the weaks."

Her monolog came suprising and he listened carefully.

Her eyes didn't met his. They were somewhere outside, searched a point to focus on.

"Now we're something like business partner." Her face seemed cold and resigned. The stonewalls around her were strong, he knew.

But in that moment he thought about a little Ontari without any scars in the face. Full of hope, happiness and trust. Damaged by the coldhearded Icequeen, what an irony, and grown up to a broken young soul. Still a teenager, like him, how he recognized now.

Still a defiant girl, with the pathetic wish of respect from a folk, that didn't even liked her. With blood soaked hands, because she killed innocent nightbloods, while there were asleep.

She still wasn't an adult. But they had to feel old with their age in that world, they're live in.

"What do you think about?" She asked, still watching out into nowhere.

He sighed. "Everything and nothing." He couldn't tell her that he thought about her.

She smiled a little. Was he really just hers? He made her smile. Sincere, not cold or mocking.

And he knew her story, something she shared just with him. Now there was a Vulnerability.

"Okay, now you." She ordered. Her frowned. "I don't know. Your story will be more dramatically and touching, than mine." He tried to get away.

"No no no no no. I told you a bunch of my sad story. Now it's your turn. The first Skaïkru members that came on earth were convicts, right? And I heard you were one of them."

His eyes flickered to his side, where she sat and stared at him.

"Yeah. I was one of this hundred convicts. I don't think I'm one of the hundred or my folk any longer."He said. "And my sad story… uhm. I grew up in a poor part of the ARK, the space station we lived first. I got pretty sick someday and my father stole medicine, to safe my live. He got killed, because of that." He paused. "My mother began to drink and blamed me for the death of my dad. And then, a day when I came home, my mother lay in a pool of her own vomited and before she died, her last words to me were, You killed your father." He took a heavy breath.

"I'm here, because I was setting the quarters of my fathers arresting officer in flames."

She trook a deep breath. "Hm, a draw I think." She smirked a little.

"We have something in common you know, worm." Now, here eyes gleemed a little cheeky. "We both have an, maybe not so healthy, urge to revenge."

He looked at her with a lifted eyebrow. She replied the gesture. They both felt something, they never felt in each others presence before, a faint connection. Understanding. Sympathy.

And both of them were scared of that unfamiliar feeling.

She dissolved their eyecontact and looked again outside into the rain. The darkness came slowly and dived them step to step in twilight.