First of all, I'd like to apologize for the long wait. It is my responsibility to update regularly and this time I really failed you guys.

Now, all I can do is to update more frequently or inform you, should I take a longer with another chapter.

In the future, I will try to make it better, but until then, enjoy this (rather late) chapter :)

Once again, feel free to correct my mistakes or to scold me for my rather impolite behaviour

Being honest, Delsin was a bit disappointed in the powers of the princess with the ice shackles. He had been fantasizing about her abilities, imagining what kind of power would enable somebody to set off the alarms without actually being seen. He had had some sort of invisibility-power in mind, going through solid objects, body-shifting, technology-controlling powers, heck, even parallel dimension -thingy jumps or something along those lines had crossed his mind, but not the power to turn into a freezer. He didn't even understand how that could affect the security-equipment in a way he had witnessed, there just was no connection.

In comparison to that, ice-powers were kind of lame. He started to believe that she wasn't even responsible for the failing D.U.P-equipment.

But of course, he still wanted to throw ice-daggers himself. After all, they could come in handy in various situations, and it was better than nothing. Not to mention that he yet had to defeat the concrete-queen, and that wouldn't be an easy thing to do. Thus everything that could help him in any way possible wouldn't be wasted. And not to mention that ice-powers would be his salvation during hot summer days. With his creative mastermind which many people seemed to lack these days, even 'normal' ice-powers would give him endless opportunities, regardless of the situation he would be in.

Yet, he had to gain the freezer-ability first. But in order to get her ability, he had to find her...again. And he didn't look forward to do that. That had been a pain in the ass the first time, but his hopes could not be crushed. Because this time, it was a little bit different. He had a name and he knew what she looked like. It wasn't much, but more than he had had in the beginning. Surely his brother would be able to make use of the information. And he could investigate at the café, look after that one guy who had obviously known the freezer. He would find a way, he always did. He was a genius, after all.

After he fumbled his phone out of his pocket again, he looked at the display, just about to call Reggie, when the phone suddenly vibrated in his hands: An incoming call from his brother. 'Perfect timing' he thought, before answering the call. But once again he couldn't say anything as his brother's voice cut him short:

"Delsin, are you okay? What just happened? The Police Department is getting tons of phone calls, most of them saying that there are two bio-terrorists fighting each other out in the open in Bell-Town..."

Before his brother could add anything and fall into an seemingly endless lecture and rambling for hours, Delsin interrupted him quickly, trying to explain the situation without Reggie getting upset:

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks for asking. I just wanted to tell you about that, you know? Because I got some good news and then I got some bad news I'll have to tell you about. Which one do you wanna hear first?"

"Delsin, this is getting really dangerous, you are in serious trouble now. The D.U.P. Has announced to double their forces because of your 'small' performance!"

Delsin ignored his brother's rambling once again:

"Alright, so the good news first, got it. I found the conduit in Belltown, although I'm not sure if she's the one responsible for all those convenient technical failures. I got her first name. It's not much, but I'm sure with your magical all-knowing data-base you can find out more, right?"

He made a pause, waiting for his brother's reaction. To his disappointment, Reggie plainly asked what the bad news were. After all he went through a lot of trouble in order to find that conduit, and his reward for his hard work wasn't just the in future rising number of yellow dupes trying to snuff him out, but also the missing reaction of joy and praise from his brother. And he also knew that that what would be coming next wouldn't cheer up his brother's mood either, they both knew.

"Yeah, the bad news are" he paused, thinking of a way to talk himself out of this situation smoothly. When he had formed a sentence that hopefully wouldn't anger Reggie unnecessarily, he forgot it completely and improvised instead:

"I kind of...accidentally...lost track of her while she was trying to turn me into an iceberg."

'Yep, very smooth, Delsin' he told himself and could already imagine his brother's reaction.

For a short time, Delsin heard nothing, which either meant that Reggie was annoyed and angry or in thought. He closed his eyes, pleading silently for the latter, but also bracing himself for a scolding speech from his brother, or in that case, oh so beloved favourite sheriff.

"Well, not much to work with, but that's better than nothing. I'm just glad that you're okay. And maybe, if we really are lucky, she might have a criminal record. Although I doubt it."

Delsin waited a second, still waiting for some sort of scolding for letting a 'dangerous bioterrorist' escape and terrorize the streets of Seattle. But his brother said nothing alike. He was kind of touched by his brother's concern, even though this time, it had been a little bit misplaced. He didn't think that the girl would have killed him had she gotten the chance. Nah, she had not been a real threat to him or the civilians around her. But of course, his brother couldn't have known this.

"Hey, you know me. I can't be bothered by a little bit of snow and ice. But your concern really touches me."

"Yeah, worrying for your little brother is very funny, ha ha."

"Oh, you know I love you too. Anyway one guy called her Ella. She's a blonde woman about my age if that helps. But as much as I like talking to you, I have some research to do too. I'll call you again when I find something."

As he tucked his cellphone in his pocket, he turned around to head into the right direction, to look into various direction, like a lost puppy trying to find it's owner.

"In which direction was that café again?"

That had been close. Way too close. She did not know who that guy had been for certain, but she would bet her sorry ass that it had been that 'Bannerman'. No matter how much Jonah had fallen in love with that supposed 'hero' to the point he was almost worshipping him, she would happily stay away from him. For the rest of her life. Maybe even in afterlife, if such a thing existed.

She had been freaked out for what seemed like hours, shaking uncontrollably, crying and mumbling to herself. Some passer-bys had stopped and asked her what was wrong with her, if she needed help, but she had shaken them off successfully, making up some lame or even completely senseless excuses for her behaviour. She had already seen her end coming, thousands of possibilities:

How they would capture or kill her, how she would never witness a day in freedom again, How she would never see any of her loved ones again, ever. But after the first shock from being busted had passed, she had managed to calm down eventually. Her breath had evened, her tears had stopped flowing freely over her red cheeks and she had finally paid more attention to her surroundings.

Now she was sitting in a dark alley, hidden enough so that curious eyes would not see her, but still close enough should anyone get the idea of threatening her. Dark alleys were not known for their safety, and there had been many more shady figures bargaining dubious deals since the lock down.

Who knew, maybe her pursuer would show up again, then she would need an escape plan, maybe even two or three...or dozens. He would not catch her off-guard a second time. She did not care if she was getting paranoid, in these situations paranoia was your best friend. It kept her safe, kept her powers safe, hidden away. But not this time. This time she had been too surprised, overwhelmed, she had been cornered. And now, getting out of this whole situation unharmed and freely seemed more and more unlikely with every minute. What was her situation anyway?

'Let's see. We are in the middle of a D.U.P. Lock down with no discrete means of escape. You blew your almost perfect cover because of one stupid incident and now everyone knows you exist which means you have to lay even lower than usual for...let's say forever, just to be sure. In addition to that, some rogue conduit is on your tail as well for reasons you probably don't even want to know. Did I miss something? Oh yes, you've run out of your most sacred stuff and now the only possibility is to go have a happy time with some drug dealers. And to top it all off, the only person who could have been your saving grace is probably scared shitless and won't talk to you again. Like ever.'

At the thought of Jonah, she felt a wave of sadness wash through her, mixed with disappointment. Sure, they had not been best friends or anything, and sooner or later she would have cut off contact with him entirely, leaving him and the city behind. It had been this procedure for years, but she really had hoped to part with him on good terms and not just because it was always an advantage to have some conncetions all over the country. Sadly, that was out of the question now. He had been the only one who had been somewhat there for her, and not only was he now scared of her, but maybe also involved in that whole situation. After all, he had been seen with a criminal in public, so he had to be involved with this kind of people, right? He would get a probably not so nice visit from D.U.P. Agents soon enough. Heck, maybe even that Bannerdude would be looking for him. Poor Jonah, he did not deserve this.

But what should she do? She could not call him or anything, establishing more contact with him would only strengthen any suspicions. And she did not believe that he wanted to hear from her ever again. And as much as she liked Jonah, she would not take any risks of being found and captured. She would stay away from him, it was safer for both parties. At least, that's what she told herself and what she hoped would be the result of this course of action. She would stay alone, it was not like she wasn't used to it.

So what did she do next? Go back to her flat? Seemed logical, she had nowhere else to go. And as long as Jonah did not report her, neither the D.U.P. nor the police or that rogue conduit could identify her and head to her place so quickly. If she acted fast enough, she could still gather some things from there. It would make her now even more complicated life a little bit easier. She could not sit in that corner for ever. Well, maybe she could, but she'd rather avoid that scenario. Especially when it was getting darker with every minute. How late was it anyway?

She searched for her phone, the only source she used for keeping track of time, only to realize that it was not in any of her pockets. A little shock surged through her body. Where did she put it? She jumped to her feet immediately, feeling frantically for her cellphone in all her pockets and probably looking like a drunk lunatic in the process. But she did not feel it, it was gone.

"Skit!"

She couldn't have possibly lost it during her small chase, could she? She tried to remember when she had had it the last time.

"Come on, think, you moron! Where did you put it, Ell...Jävlar*!"

It dawned on her.

'You're in my glorious presence, Ella, so put that thing away.'

She had put it into her bag when Jonah had loudly complained about the device's presence during their little chat. And where was the bag now? Most likely left behind at the café. She swore some more in Swedish, cursing the world, that stupid moron of a conduit and basically the whole D.U.P..

The situation did not get better by any means, it seemed. The phone had been an awful loss already, but upon realization that she had left her whole bag with precious and -more importantly- private information behind she felt the need to cry out in frustration and exasperation.

But she refused to give in to that growing sentiment of desperation. Neither would she give in to that boiling anger inside of her that demanded her to find the one person responsible for her personal misery and turn him into a human-sized popsicle. How ironic that would be, a conduit with the power of smoke, tinder and fire ending as ice-sculpture; She couldn't suppress a sarcastic grin at that thought. But that was also out of the question. She would not waste time and patience on that guy, he wasn't worth it right now, not to mention that she would have to go find him which wasn't number one on her to-do-list either.

So her bag was probably lost too, in addition to that, the people working at the café would recognize her, so there was no point in searching for it. They would only call the police or worse, the D.U.P.. But her bag had her key ring stored as well. And as smart as she was, she figured out that her key to the flat was in there as well. But it was no problem, there were more ways than the one intended to get into a flat. And with her powers, she would have no problems getting in anyway. She hoped.

"Yep. Not a masterplan, but what else am I gonna do?"

She was not fond of the idea, the thought of breaking into a flat, even if it was her own made her very uneasy.

With slow and heavy steps, she dragged her feet over the ground, heading for her place and thinking on how to approach this break-in. This was one of the most shittiest days ever.

"Tack så mycket, Bannerman.*"

After running through the streets of Seattle helplessly for what had seemed like an eternity, Delsin had finally been successful. The afternoon sun was shining brightly now and casting it's rays down on him and the building he had looked for the whole time. There it was, that little café where his 'harsh and exhausting search' for the ominous conduit had paid off, more or less. And he really hoped that it would lead to success again. He just needed to look around a bit, ask the people if they actually knew the girl or her shouting buddy. Maybe he could also get himself a coffee or something small to eat while he was at it, a filled stomach couldn't hurt his investigations.

Some people recognized him and cheered for him, but most of the citizens just walked their way, glancing his way occasionally before continuing to ignore him. But except for those very few people that fled into some other direction upon seeing him, none of them seemed to be terrified anymore or afraid of walking outside in the open again. And that was his doing. He had freed this district from Augustine's stone-hard grasp so everyone could enjoy their newly regained freedom, as it should be. He could not and would not deny that he was indeed proud of his handiwork. Who else could say that they had fought against a whole army of dangerous concrete-controlling soldiers all by themselves to not only protect the citizens, but also to save a whole tribe from dying and to overthrow the organization of a crazy madwoman trying to stay in control over the whole world...

Okay, maybe he wasn't all alone, he still had Reg, and the dupes really weren't that dangerous, and their powers were only borrowed and kind of lame in comparison to his glorious might, and maybe Augustine did not try to control the whole world but just Seattle and all the conduits -which really wasn't that much better- and maybe he wasn't really done achieving all those feats yet, but those were only small details. It was still undeniable that what he had accomplished in such a short time was indeed remarkable. And he wouldn't stop now. Yet his enemy was still too strong for him as he was right now, as painful it was to admit. And he needed more than just some and ashes to bring Augustine down. But he was on his way to get a small frosty boost-up in his powers soon. And maybe, who knows, a loyal follower who could help him in his task. After all, Delsin thought himself as a rather persuasive person. And how cool would it be to have a faithful minion who could freeze his enemies with one sweeping motion of her hand?

As he crossed the street and passed through the first lines of tables outside he noticed some cops asking some people questions about the incident that had happened here. At least they were not from the D.U.P..

'Okay Delsin, just act completely normal. It's not the first time you deluded a cop. You have deluded Reg before, wasn't that hard. They probably won't even bother you. You are completely innocent. Just an innocent citizen going to a café to get some coffee. Chill.'

A person questioned by the officer glanced at him, the man's eyes widening slightly as he looked directly into Delsins' eyes. Did he recognize him? He prayed that this was not the case, but the man's eyes and body language told him otherwise.

'Oh please, don't get me into trouble. Reg's gonna kill me if I have to beat up some cops.'

As the officer demanded the man's attention again, Delsin was ready to dash out of this situation at any given moment, but as the man went on with telling the cop his statement, the man of the law did not turn. In fact, he didn't do anything but listen to that dude. Some more seconds of discrete intent watching and Delsin was sure that the officer would probably not turn around any moment now and aim his gun at him.

He wasn't sure if the man had kept his mouth shut because he admired or feared him and at the moment he did not really care, although deep down he hoped it would be because of the former assumption. He turned away, focusing his attention on his surroundings again, but never leaving the cops out of sight. He wanted to leave this scene as soon as possible.

The wall of ice was still there, cooling the air around it and shining in such a bright white that it took him some time to make out the details on the wall. It seemed that it had not dwindled since she had created it, standing as tall and solid as before. The small puddle of water on the ground told him otherwise, yet it was by far not as quickly melting as normal ice would have. The front had taken some heavy damage, some of the crystal-like ice shards molten off completely. But the force of his missile had not been enough to actually burst through the wall, leaving everything behind it undamaged. On one hand, he was of course relieved that it had prevented a major accident, on the other hand a small part of him, -namely his ego- was slightly scratched. But it was washed away by the anticipation of getting this power himself. Once again, the possibilities that flooded his mind were endless.

He passed the wall, looking behind it to search for any clues and maybe asking some of the waiters who were trying to clear the mess he had created with the refrigerators identity. He scanned the empty tables and chairs, some of them flipped and sprawled chaotically on the floor, others standing as if nothing had ever happened. A small brownish bundle near a flipped chair caught his attention. It seemed abandoned and neither the waiters nor any other person had yet bothered to retrieve it. And it was in close proximity to the ice-wall, suspiciously close. If that was refrigerator's bag, then he would be the luckiest conduit in Seattle once again. If it was not the right bag, he was just a creepy guy looking into stranger's bags for no reason at all.

Casually he stepped near the abandoned bag and grabbed it. None of the cops or waiters noticed, no one complained and he would just take a preak into it. It somehow felt wrong to roam through some stranger's personal content, but chances were high that this really belonged to the conduit he was looking for. He just needed confirmation that this really was her bag, if not, he would just leave it there and look around some more as if he had never touched it. If it was hers, he would leave with it. The police wasn't really the best company he wanted to be with right now...or ever.

First thing he found was some sort of calender, a set of keys, a cellphone and a wallet. He just needed a picture or a name, then he could get out of here.

'Come on, gimme something. This is starting to look really creepy...Bingo!'

In the wallet, there it was, an ID-card with a blonde woman looking with an awkward frown into the camera. Isabella Smith looked rather familiar to Delsin.

"Jackpot!"

He put the wallet back and left without the cops or anyone else noticing that he had been there at all. At least he thought that no one had noticed his sudden absence.

'I am a criminal mastermind.'

As he sat on top of a roof of one of the surrounding buildings, he rummaged through her things. Usually he respected peoples' privacy, not to mention that he could think of at least a thousand things he'd rather do than search through a stranger's personal belongings, but this was an exception and not for the purpose of being a creep. Didn't make it feel any less wrong though.

"Delsin, you're not a freak. This all serves for a greater purpose."

He shortly hesitated, thinking about his words.

"Yeah, that did not sound concerning at all. Betty would get furious if she found out."

But before he could start his search, something vibrated in his pocket. Once again, it was his phone informing him of an incoming phone call.

'Please let it not be Betty.'

To his relief, it was Reggie. A relieved sigh escaped Delsin's lips.

"Seriously Reg, do you have some sort of tracker on me that tells you when I make any progress or what?"

"No, just my sharp instincts as a sheriff."

"There is no such thing as 'instincts of a sheriff'."

"You'll probably never know anyway. So you found something? Because there is no criminal record of an 'Ella' which would fit your description in any way."

"Yeah, apparently her full name is Isabella Smith, but I bet twenty bucks that this is just some fake identity. I mean, come on, Smith? That just screams fake identity."

His brother interrupted him once again before Delsin could could reveal more. Curiosity mixed with rising suspicion filled his next words:

"How did you get that information? Did you ask the people there if they knew her or what?"

"From her ID-card...which I found in her wallet. Which was in her bag...which I took when revisiting the place."

To say that his brother was not amused could be considered as a perfect description.

"Delsin, are you out of your mind?! Do you know what you have done?!You just took crucial evidence from a crime scene! You just have interfered with a police investigation, okay?! Not to mention that you invaded a person's privacy. That's...That's illegal. What were you thinking!"

Delsin just rolled his eyes, annoyance clearly written all over his face. Reggie was overreacting, again. If he hadn't noticed, throwing smoke at D.U.P. 'staff' wasn't all that legal either, or destroying D.U.P. property. He wouldn't just sit there and take all the blame. Not that he thought that he had done anything major wrong in particular. In this case, he really believed that the end justified the means.

"Hey, listen! Do you think that it would do me any favours if the police was on her trail as well? I need to find her, okay, I need her power. How else do you think I'm gonna defeat Augustine? Trying to convince her that I've always been a good boy and never broke the law at all? Sure, that's going to work after I beat half of her minions into oblivion!"

Of course, Reggie wasn't nearly as convinced or calmed as his brother had hoped.

"We don't even know if you even have to face her at all! And I hope you won't because I wouldn't look forward to that."

Anger boiled up within Delsin's chest. What was his brother even suggesting? Did he think he would let Augustine go without paying for what she had done to their people? Or that she would just happily give him his concrete-powers as if everything was okay between them? As weird as it sounded for Delsin to say to his brother but he -his more reasonable and realistic brother- had to face the truth!

"You think I'll let her go after what she did with the tribe? After what she has done to the city? To the people living here? Or do you believe she'll just shake my hand and give me her powers because she had a change of heart?"

"Look, we don't even know if you even can absorb her powers."

"At least I have to try! Or should we just return to the tribe, tell them 'Sorry guys, we thought about it, but we weren't so sure, so now it looks like you're just going to die anyway. But hey, at least Delsin didn't get into any trouble.'"

The heavy silence that followed made Delsin tense. It gave him time to rethink his words. Maybe that last part had been a little too much, but it didn't make it any less true. It wasn't just about him, couldn't Reggie see that?

"Look, Reg. I need to do that, think about our people back home. Think about Betty! I can't just return until I am sure that I tried everything in my power!"

Again, silence. Was his brother even on the line? Was he still listening?

"Reg?"

He heard an exasperated sigh, before his brother's reluctant sounding voice rang through the phone again:

"Okay, but just to make things clear: I still don't approve of any of all this."

Delsin tension left his body immediately, and exhaled the breath he had been holding:

"Thank you."

"Just tell me what's in the bag."

"Hey, just you know, I don't like this either, okay. Going through stranger's things."

"Delsin!"

That had been enough of a warning, pushing his brother right now did not seem like a good idea:

"Okay, so we have her wallet. Not much in there, just some cash, some receipts, an employee card for some sort of studio and her ID-card. Then we have her phone with multiple missed calls and text messages from a dude called Jonah. Unfortunately, it's locked and I couldn't figure out the code yet. Next thing are a bunch of keys, a calender, but I haven't really looked into that yet. That's about it."

His brother was quiet again, but this time Delsin assumed that Reg was thinking about how any of this would bring them any further. It didn't take him very long to come up with an answer:

"That doesn't match up. Are you sure you got the right bag?"

Delsin was slightly confused. He was positive that this was the refrigerator's bag and her on the picture. Not to mention that Reg had neither seen the bag's content nor the conduit herself. Those were her things, so why did his brother have his doubts?

"Why would you think that?"

"Delsin, just think about it. The accident happened about a week ago. And those bioterrorists"

Delsin snorted displeased as his brother used that word, but his brother went on, unfazed by his reaction:

"have all probably been in Curdun Cay for who knows how long. How could a stranger without anything get a job, a fake ID-card and a flat? That's what I assume at least one of the keys is for. That girl would have to either be a genius or have some real trustworthy connections. Or -and I actually don't like this idea very much- she..."

Delsin knew what his brother was implying.

"She isn't one of the three who escaped in that crash. That, or I stole an innocent woman's belongings."

This made the fridge a lot more interesting, and possibly more dangerous as well. But mostly more interesting. Now he wanted to find and face her even more.

"Hey, Reg, if one of those keys really is for a flat or apartment, then she surely has written it down somewhere in here."

"You got her keys, how could she get back in without them? And I don't think that you'll find her there."

"First of all, back home, I found several ways back into our home when I had locked myself out and secondly, it's all we got right now, so it's worth a try. Just you wait a second."

He looked through the calender, not without noticing that she had scribbled her appointments down there in some foreign language with different, but not completely unrecognizable letters. He couldn't tell what those words meant.

"Man, I don't know which language this is, but it sure as hell isn't English."

"So she could have an immigrant backround?"

"I can't think of so many other reasons for writing your appointments in another language."

Not a single one in Eng...hah, on the very first page. Name, address, e-mail etc. all in more or less readable English. Someone really had an awful handwriting.

"I got it. And it's actually not that far away from here, if I read this correctly!"

"Delsin, be careful. If she is even there then cornering her in her own four walls could cause her to freak out and we don't know what she is able to do. Tell me the address, I'll come with you."

"I don't know Reg. I don't want you to get in danger."

At that comment Reggie just laughed:

"You don't want me getting into trouble?"

"Reg, this is something between conduit and conduit. To her, you could just be some other cop who'll hand her over."

"Yes, or she could attack you on sight regardless if you are a conduit or not."

"Sorry Reggie, but this is between conduit and conduit."

And with that, he hung up. His brother was pissed off right now. He could almost feel the anger his brother was now probably directing at him, but it was safer this way. As much as he loved and trusted him, he would just screw things up when it came to talking with conduits. He did not understand, and he never could, because after all, he wasn't one of them.

As Ella ascended the stairs to her floor, she thought about what she would take with her and what not. Probably some clothes and the remaining cash she had stored in her secret hiding place. She was considering if she should take her laptop as well, but wasn't too sure if that really was a good idea. If she was unlucky, she would have to carry her stuff around for quite some time without any form of shelter. If she just had her wallet or at least her cellphone, then things would have been way more easier. But no, those things were probably lost forever. Once again she cursed the Bannerman under her breath. As she reached her floor, she immediately headed for the third door. She already had schemed out how she would get in. She would try to fumble with the lock or the hinges, heck, if that would not help she would just freeze and burst through the whole damn door. This was an emergency and she did not care if her neighbours or landlords would call the police, she would be gone either way.

But as she grabbed the door handle she noticed that it had been unlocked.

'Have I forgotten to lock it when I left this morning?'

No, she was sure she had sealed the door properly, like everyday. But then how did...someone had found the bag. A chill went down her spine, her heart skipped a beat and her throat went dry. Who would it be? A random stranger? The police? The D.U.P? Or even worse, the moron responsible for everything?

Should she run or face the intruder? Take the risk or run away? Her instincts and common sense clearly screamed at her to get away from there asap, yet her mind reminded her that all she had right now was what she had with her, and that was, in short, nothing. But she needed some of those things in there, especially money. And if they had come in there with seemingly no violence, then maybe they had her bag with them as well. She also wasn't defenceless and fighting in closed space could turn into an advantage for her.

She gripped the door handle harder and summoned her powers, getting them ready for the worst case. As she drew in a deep breath to gather her senses, she watched as her hands became paler and paler with every second and small glistening ice crystals swirling around lazily around her hands and arms. The handle started freezing over as well, the cold spreading fast. She slowly exhaled and opened the door as quiet as possible and slowly stepped into her flat, looking out for the intruder who had dared breaking into her flat.

Skit - Scheiße

Jävlar - Damn it

Tack så mycket - Thank you very much

Dimension Distorter:

First of all, thank you for your review. And to answer your question, I thought that he can't get out of those because he was in contact with the ice/concrete in his physical form, which also restrain him in and are attached on him. So if he's restrained in his 'normal form' then it's probably rather difficult to change/smoke dash out of it without taking the shackles with him. And is that at the end a Star Wars reference? :D

Savage Kill:

Also, thank you for reviewing and...better updating late than never...(please don't kill me)

About the pills, if I actually manage for one time to update 'regularly' (whatever that means) then you will see soon enough. And with a Mary-Sue I do not just mean the 'damsel in distress'-type, but also the 'overpowered','from everyone loved' and/or 'all-knowing/perfect'-type of Mary-Sue. Because believe me, I have no bigger fear than creating one of those.

Anna(guest):

Again, thank you for reviewing. And now that you mention it, they really have a lot in common. It wasn't intentional as far as I can tell, but I can't deny the similarities between them. Maybe it was a subconscious thing or something along those lines...

Alicedor:

Thank you for correcting those words. I actually cannot speak Swedish myself, but I thought that it would fit better to her whole character concept than the country I am from. So I am happy about any corrections, Thank you :)

KenzieFF:

Once again, thank you for reviewing and for pointing out the grammar mistakes, I'll see through the chapter one more time and try to fix them :) I am relieved to hear that Ella has not yet evolved into a Mary-Sue and I intend to keep it that way. Just hope that I'll stay true to my words. And I'll come to the pills eventually (if I actually manage to update properly, 'cause that actually shouldn't be that hard).

Also thank all of you for reviewing as well:

hailrose1999, mj (guest), White-Horns, xMissEmilyx, Ella(guest), Angel Slayer(guest), lol(guest), Shadowman-DDT, Power Dude(guest), inFAMOUS Fan(guest), DaEpicNinja, alicesmartt13, LucidWriter and Master Ezeezy.

You guys are amazing. Thank you for reading, and I'll see you in the next chapter (which hopefully won't take as long as this one).