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Max's POV

For the fifth time that night I curled myself into a tighter ball, trying and failing to stave off at least some of the cold. I felt like loads of tiny little knives were piercing at my skin and my hands looked like they were set to vibrate.

I looked over at where Molly had chosen to sleep and saw that she, too, seemed to be suffering from the intense cold. Although I was still angry at her, I figured we would both need to keep warmer.

Picking myself up, I trudged over to her before sliding down the trunk of the tree and sitting next to her. She sat up, looking at me strangely.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice wavering with the cold. I sighed, opening my arms.

"I figured we should do more to stay warm," I explained. Molly looked unsure, the same hesitance whenever I offer kindness to her, but accepted the offer and crawled into my arms. As soon as she was settled I could feel some more warmth creep through my body at our contact. We were both silent for a long while and I figure Molly had fallen back asleep.

"Why were you so mad that I left your books behind?" Molly's small voice asked.

I didn't answer for a while, weighing my options. I could lie and say school work, but apparently Molly knew me quite well so I don't know how believable that could be. Or I could tell her the truth and would probably have to show her to make her believe that I'm not crazy.

I glanced down at the bracelet locked around my wrist. I had already tried to pry it off, resulting in the gem glowing before my fingers and wrist were burned.

"Max?" I looked back over at Molly.

"They were my school books, I needed them," I said bluntly. Molly raised an eyebrow.

"Since when do you care about school so much?" damn, I knew she wouldn't buy that.

"Since I decided to actually try," I snapped back. She glared at me before rolling away, keeping in our embrace. "So even though you're mad at me you still want to cuddle?" I said smugly.

"Don't flatter yourself, I just don't want to get cold again," she mumbled.

We didn't talk anymore after that.

I groaned as I rolled over, cold gripping me. My eyes shot open and I sat up in the snow. Molly was still curled into a ball, shivering. I sighed as I looked down at her. I couldn't help but wonder at this strange girl. At one point she could be kind, caring and nice to talk to, other times she acted like she wanted to bite my head off just because I said hello.

She rolled over, facing me with a troubled frown on her face. My eyebrows scrunched together as I stared down at her, wondering what she was dreaming about.

"N-No please. I can't go back. Someone help, please," she mumbled in her sleep. I reached forwards, grabbing her shoulder.

"Molly. Molly wake up," I said sternly, shaking her. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up.

"Max?" she asked in a shaking voice.

"Yeah, it's just m-" I couldn't even finish the sentence before she leaped at me, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. I was stunned as she clung to me but slowly circled my arms around her waist.

"Please don't leave me. Please." I was surprised to hear her beg, but only tightened my arms around her.

"I won't." and it was a promise I was determined to keep. Molly nuzzled her face against my chest, seeming very unwilling to let go. This was the side of Molly I was starting to like, the affectionate side that showed me that maybe we could be friends once all this was over.

"I think I heard something from over here!" Molly and I started apart. My head snapped over to where the voice's were coming from, Uri's gravely voice sticking out at me the most. "Come on, let's check it out!" I was up, pulling Molly with me in less then three seconds.

"Come on! We gotta get out of here!" I said, grabbing my bag and hers. Molly nodded, taking her bag.

"Which way?" she asked as I started off into the trees.

"Down," I answered, running down the mountain with Molly's hand gripped in mine.

We ran for what felt like hours, dodging trees and tripping in the deep snow. Briefly my feet levelled out on something hard but I kept running. This resulted in me getting thrown off my feet when Molly stopped dead in her tracks.

"What the hell are you doing? We need to keep running, not stop!" I cried, trying to get her to follow me.

"Max look down!" she yelled. I looked down, noticing the road under my feet.

"And?" I asked, still trying to pull her along.

"Max! it's a road!" she yelled back. I stopped trying to pull her along, realizing what she was saying.

"Come on, the tracks lead this vay!" a Russian accented voice yelled.

Grabbing my arm, Molly pulled us along the road. Although it could lead us to help, there was no cover to hide us.

"There they are!" I pushed on faster, overtaking Molly and basically dragging her along the ground in order to go faster. My lungs felt like they were going to explode, but I kept going as a small town came into sight.

"Just a…little further…Molly…keep…going!" I panted.

"Trust me…I'm keeping…going!" she panted back, pulling her hand from mine to run beside me easier.

We entered the town at top speed, earning a few stares. I pulled Molly down a few streets, all the buildings old and tall. Finally we had to stop, all but collapsing against the wall of a building that I think was a bakery. Molly looked like she was ready to pass out, sitting on the floor with her head between her knees.

"I can…feel my heartbeat…in my…teeth!" she gasped out. I nodded, to out of breath to answer. After a few minutes I pushed myself off the side of the building.

"I'm going to go in this store and ask for directions to the closest airport. You wait here and call if something happens," I said with more ease. Molly nodded, opening her bag.

"Here, buy some food," she said, holding up twenty Euros.

"Do they take these in Russia?" I asked and she shrugged.

"Hopefully."

I sighed as I walked out the ally, trying not to attract any attention. Before entering the bakery I took a look around. This place looked like it belonged in a period movie. Everything was cobbled, no tarmac road in sight while most of the buildings looked like they were made in the early 1900's.

Opening the door to the bakery, I was greeted by a wall of warmth. A man turned to me, a thick head of black curly hair covered by a thin hairnet.

"Hello?" he said, standing behind a wooden counter.

"You speak English?" I asked, rather surprised. His eyebrows shot up.

"American? Don't see much, or any of you around here," he mused, kneading some dough on the counter.

"Uhh, yeah, can I have some bread please?" I asked and he nodded.

"Da," he said with a smile.

"Where is here?" I asked and the man looked surprised all over again.

"Why you are in the pleasant little town of Kranoye Selo, just south of central St Petersburg. Has been around longer then Romanov legend," he said, laughing at something I'm guessing was a joke. I chuckled nervously.

"A-and do you have an airport?" I asked. The baker looked at me blankly before bursting into another fit of laughter.

"Airport? We don't even have internet here and you're asking for an airport? Funny American," he chuckled. I shook my head, wishing he would stop taking everything so lightly.

"Is there anyway I can get to an airport?" I asked a little more hurriedly. The man stopped laughing and appeared to be thinking.

"The only thing I can offer is the train station on the edge of town," he said, pointing out the door as he placed some bread and what looked like cheese in a checked handkerchief before tying it up. I followed his finger, feeling my newly warmed blood run cold at the sight of two familiar men in suits run around the square, seeming to be looking for something.

I ducked down, hiding under the window. The baker looked at me before looking out the window again.

"You in some kind of trouble boy?" he asked.

"You could say that," I mumbled, chancing a glance out the window. The baker nodded, going about his business as normal.

"Vell it's a straight shot to the train station, you can see it from here," he said. I nodded at him. "I'll tell you ven they go then you run like hell," he said.

"I have a friend in the ally," I mumbled.

"Then you vill have to go get them as well. I have a back entrance you can use," the man said, opening the bench for me to sneak through.

"Thank you," I said as I passed him.

"Don't mention it kid," he said with a smile.

"My name's Max," I said as I stopped by the back door.

"My name is Boris," he said, his smile still in place. I nodded before exiting the bakery.

I ran round the side of the building, coming up behind Molly as she peered around the side of the building.

"Molly," I whispered and she jumped.

"Don't do that!" she hissed quietly.

"I take it you've seen the goons?" I asked and she nodded.

"What do we do? There's at least ten and we can't sneak around all of them," she asked, peering out again. I leaned over her shoulder, looking out as well.

"You see that train station?" I asked while pointing. There was a pause before she nodded. "In about five seconds we're running for it." Molly looked up at me.

"What about the airport? And the goons?" she asked.

"There isn't one…GO!" I yelled, dashing out from behind the building at top speeds. I assume Molly followed because as soon as we got halfway across the square a voice rang out.

"There they are! They're heading the train!" I pushed on, dodging around passers by and jumping the first set of tracks as I finally reached the station.

I hopped up onto the platform, turning to grab Molly's hand to pull her up. The train at the station looked like it belonged in the 1800's, I think Justin called something like it a locomotive once.

I headed for the first carriage I saw and leapt through the door. Just as I did I felt the train kick into motion, causing me to bang my head against the wall as I got up. A man in a blue uniform closed the door, staring down at me with a disdainful look.

"MAX!" I heard a muffled voice shout. I could see the train overtaking Molly as she searched desperately for a way inside, the goons right behind her.

I ran along the windows, searching for anyway to get her inside. I promised I wouldn't leave her and I never break my promises. I burst out of the passengers carriage and into the luggage carriage. Running to the door at the end, I threw it open to reveal about two meters of platform left.

"JUMP MOLLY!" I yelled over the whistle of the train and the rumbling of the tracks.

"MAX! I CAN'T DO IT!" she cried, already slowing.

I was panting, trying to think of anything I could do to help her.

"This girl in distresses needs a hand, help me get her to American land!" I chanted, waving my hand behind my back. A burning sensation ripped through my wrist and I could feel my skin tear as I cast the spell. "JUMP MOLLY!" I yelled as the train left the station.

Closing her eyes, Molly put on a last burst of speed before she leaped from the platform. I'm so glad her eyes were closed. That way she couldn't see how she managed to jump ten feet before barrelling into me and sending us both into a stack of luggage. I covered Molly's head as suitcases rained down on us. When they finally stopped, I pushed all the bags away.

Molly was gripping me tightly, her hands bunching my shirt while I held her waist tightly. I chuckled, trying vainly to ignore the searing pain in my wrist as I lowered my mouth next to her ear.

"Told you I wouldn't leave you."

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