A.N: Ok. no reviews so far on the last chapter, which I guess I understand. It wasn't really much of one, after all. But for this one, I sincerely hope I at least get a few. Pretty please? With a cherry on top? This is a big chapter with lots of important stuff in it!

WARNING: Beatings and all things phsycotic Illumi.

Killua: ... Were you having a bad day?

Me: No. why do you say that?

Killua: Um, the chapter...?

Me: Nope. Not really.

Killua: -_-. Oh. Ok.

Shizuka: Don't worry! Me save you! *glomps Killua*

Killua: *blushes madly* Gahh! That's even worse! I'm the guy here! It should be my job to protect you! Not the other way around! Urghhh! Why is my life so messed up!?

Me: Killua! Calm down! You're gonna blow a gasket or something!

Killua: Let me! It's my life! *Wails pathetically*

Me: um... sorry to all you readers... Killua's a bit loopy today. Please excuse him*bows* Anyways, on with the chapter! XD

This would now be the second time in about 3 days that I've woken up having absolutely no idea where I was. (I'm hoping this doesn't become a habit). I was confused for a second because even though I knew my eyes were open, I couldn't see anything. I figured out quickly enough that there was something over my head of the increasingly warming temperature in the enclosed sack, indicating that it was trapping my breath.

My captor seemed to have noticed that I had woken up, because I heard him scoff, "Heh. Looks like the little tramp's finally come to." I bristle at being called a tramp, but at least it's not the worst thing I've ever been called. But then the net sound I hear gets my immediate attention.

"Stop it! Leave her alone! I'll do whatever you want, so just let her go!" shouted a voice. A very smooth, soft, angelic voice that was now being strained by yelling. And it was a voice I knew.

"Now now, Killu. You know I can't do that. She's too powerful to just be left in your hands, so why I take this burden from your shoulders?" a monotonous voice answered. I don't know why, but even though the voice sounded completely normal, as in, casual and could be used in every day affairs, it was so cold, so empty, so emotionless, it honestly made you wonder if the owner of it even had a soul.

I flinch a inwardly at being called a burden. I never liked feeling burdensome to anyone. Especially not to someone I cared about. "What the hell do you mean 'Too powerful'?" Killua questioned, anger apparent.

"Oh, don't you know, Killu? Her mother was the legendary Cleopatra." The voice took a slightly surprised tone, but still none the less monotonous. Killua must've made a face, because the person he was talking to laughed. "No, silly little brother, not the Cleopatra of Egypt. The things mother over there was simply named after her. You still don't remember the frightening bed-time stories I told you when you were a mere baby?"

Silence. And through this all, I was being torn from the inside out. My mother? What the hell did this apparent brother of Killua's know of my mother? Was she alive? Was she well and doing ok? And what on earth did he mean by 'frightening stories'? All of these questions, and yet I couldn't even voice them.

"Hm. I guess you wouldn't remember, now, would you. It's too bad I didn't come here to re-tell you old stories; I would've loved to bring back the good old days where I would terrify you so much that you'd have nightmares so bad they could almost kill. Oh well."

What the hell did Killua be raised up with? All of a sudden, a slight pinching at the top of the bag was the only thing that alerted me that it was going to be yanked off, giving me just enough time to squeeze my eyes shut. The cool air outside rushed to the newly exposed skin, cooling my sweaty face.

I slowly opened my eyes, only thankful that it wasn't day time out. Otherwise it would've been a bitch to get accustomed to the light without first going blind. The first thing I do, I lock my eyes fiercely on the boy who had been my savior. Killua was being held with his arms behind his back by two strong looking men with black sunglasses and wire earpieces. They seriously looked like they would've come from some underground corporate agency or something that the world above wouldn't know about.

His eyes held a hatred in them that would've chilled anyone to the core, but it seemed to have no effect on the endless depths of his own brother's. He didn't even seem to notice the large splotch of red staining the left side of his shirt. Killua heard the bag being taken off of my head. He whipped his head around to look at me, and he did a quick evaluation on my state of wellbeing. Too happy to see him again and ok, (or at least not in some scary critical condition, anyways), I smile happily at him and close my eyes in joy.

However, a resounding smack brought me out of reverie just in time to see Killua fall to the floor. I mentally call out to him, wanting nothing more than to run to his side. I tried to move, but my wrists were bound with rope, my legs tied at the ankles, and a scary looking guard standing over me with a long rifle held at the ready.

Killua sputtered and as he got up, blood dripped to the floor. My eyes widen as my pupils dilated. Killua had no time to recover, for his brother sent him back to the floor with another bone-cracking punch to the face. On the floor, his brother sent kick after kick all of Killua's body, beating him to a bloody pulp. Killua could do nothing but curl into a fetal position and try to wait out the assault.

After a few minutes of the monstrous and ruthless beating on the poor boy, his brother stopped. "Hmm. I would've thought that she'd have broken by now." He stopped to think some more. Then his eyes seemed to just every so slightly perk up as he got an idea. And I could just tell it wasn't a good one. "Ah! Maybe she has to hear you scream first, before being able to break the barriers placed on her powers."

And with that, instead o physically beating Killua, who already looked to be at his limit, he took out a Taser. Yes. In all of the crazy shit that was happening, the crazy sadist took out a very normal, average Taser. It was actually sort of laughable that in all this mess up crap, there would actually be some use of a simple police weapon.

The tall brother turned it on, and naturally I had to be wrong about the average looking Taser. Was it normal? Of course not. How could anything be sane anymore? Instead of blue electricity, or whatever was the normal color of a Taser gun, it was a blistering hot white. I wouldn't have truly been able to tell from this distance, but the 5 second sight-sound difference made me realize just how crazy deadly this thing was. It wasn't just electricity. It was pure, untamed lightening. As in, the stuff that shoots between charged and uncharged clouds in the air and to the ground lightening. That friggin' crazy stuff.

And Killua's brother was going to use it on him. I was freaking out right now. I was such a mix of emotions, I couldn't even think any more. I felt pure, blistering hatred for the bastard of a man who could do something so awful and brutal to his own brother for no other reason than to get me to do something that I had no clue how to, nor did I even know what the hell he was talking about; pissed off like a raging bull at the restraints keeping me from running to my beloved's side; sad and questioning about the comments brought up about my long-missing-supposed-dead mother; confused as heck about the powers Killua's brother seemed to want to get me to use; and a frantic and powerful will to protect the one who had given me a name, a place to belong, a person to live for aside from myself, a reason to live, a home, even if that home was just one lone person. He was nevertheless my home. As they say, a home is a place for the heart.

And that was Killua. The very Killua who now looked so mangled it wasn't even funny. Who was beaten to almost unrecognizable state. The one lying an ever growing pool of his own blood. And the one who was now two steps away from being electrocuted by pure white energy. Suddenly, two things happened simultaneously within the mere blink of an eye.

My desire to live with and stay by the white-haired boy's side for the rest of my life strengthened into an unbreakable resolve; and that resolve turned into the hammer that un-hesitantly destroyed the barrier that was placed in me. I felt my emotions fuel the reservoir of inner potential, and the sudden onslaught of power burst from within deep in my chest, through my diaphragm, and amplifying through my vocals.

"STOOOOOOPPPPPP!" I screamed with all my might. Power exploded from that one outlet. Sound waves rippled through the air with enough force to visibly be seen by the naked eye. Winds picked up as if a typhoon was coming through, blades of fast-moving air molecules formed material blades of sheer destruction, shredding everything as though it was paper to scissors. The guards were thrown like dolls, and were shredded to bloody messes as if a pack of angry, hungry wolves had gotten ahold of them. Warehouse windows shattered all at once throughout the entire 4 mile long port.

After an amazingly long few minutes of screaming, I eventually ran out of air, and the winds died down as the force behind my call slowly weakened. Everything was effected… except for one figure. Killua's brother. In fact, he seemed absolutely thrilled, a chilling aura of power-hungry bliss marveling in my power of sound. He threw back his head and laughed a psychotic laugh, labeling him as even more of a lunatic (I don't think there's actually a word in any human language that can actually capture this guy's insanity).

"Hahaha! That was marvelous, my dear siren!" he said joyfully. "Oh, how love can be used to one's own advantage. It's such a burdensome weakness, but it truly is affective, is it not?"

Suddenly tired as I've never been tired before, my eyes suddenly start drooping, seeming to not care that I was in the presence of someone clearly interested in using me for my power. However, only one thing was on my mind. I don't know how I knew this, but some inner, motherly voice seemed to instruct me.

I put the last of my coherent thoughts and feelings, and pushed them all into one last sentence. "Save Killua"

The last thing I saw was a soft, gentle green light emerge from my mouth as if it were a tiny living Tinkerbell, and gently flew over to Killua. Once there, It enveloped said boy in a warm light, his injuries disappearing as if they were never even there in the first place.

Then I was out cold.

A.N: Ok guys, I just posted a poll on my page or where ever it is that Polls usually appear on (I've never done one before), so if you wouldn't mind taking a few seconds to take a look, I would greatly appreciate it! Thanks! XD