(A/N: I believe I've given you permission to hate me. I know the quality of the chapters are getting worse... damn... I'm sorry. I'll fix that once I finally finish everything with this. I'll probably just upload a pdf file somewhere or something since I'm such a lazy ass (not really, but I'm becoming very busy~ uhhk) that I wouldn't even bother editing the chapters here. It frustrates me when I see my grammar errors thrown here and there.

Oh dear~ we're nearing the end.

Thank you for the wonderful support you guys have shown even though I'm such a crappy person.

I didn't really think people would "welcome" this kind of story.

Deepest gratitude to all the readers. You keep me from quitting writing. )

Matthew was conscious when the vehicle stopped moving for the first time. It was only hours since they drove away from Ivan's residence, but to him, it felt longer. There was nothing inside the vehicle – completely nothing. It was bare. The windows were sealed too. It wasn't just tinted windows. A normal tinted window would make it hard for outsiders to look inside, but in this one black paper covered the entire windows to keep the insider from seeing the outside.

He had his arms wrapped around his knees and his back, pressed on the side farthest from the front. He willed himself to think, to call for help, to just… just do something – anything! But all he could process was the fear that had simply numbed his senses. It was his form of acceptance. He had stopped questioning if it was really happening. He'd stopped because no matter how hard he tried he couldn't wake up to find all of these a dream.

A moment later, the van stopped. Matthew willed his breathing to be even. He didn't want to be afraid in front of his captor, didn't want to give the man the satisfaction of owning him. When the door was opened, he was met with the face of the man who took him.

Green eyes and honey-coloured hair seemed familiar.

"This world needs more people like you. You are so, so precious…" The man was starting to scare him, but maybe it was because he's in distraught. His girlfriend cheated on him with his boss. He found out on their three year anniversary. Of course, it hurt.

But still, the young boy noted the crazy look in the man's eyes.

Matthew tried to convince himself that everything was fine. He really did, even when those smile started to mean something more, even when fingers traced lightly on his face.

"I've got to go, Mister. My mom might wonder where I am." Lie. "I hope everything gets better for you." Matthew smiles and stands up. Faintly, before he got too far, he heard the man say,

"Precious things should be protected. Such pure soul…"

o0o0o

Francis Bonnefoy kept a calm façade as he read through the e-mail his co-worker sent. The said person was a little odd not just because of his thick eyebrows that were the butt of most jokes around their department, but also because of his insistence of possessing special abilities. If Arthur Kirkland had been an ordinary employee, he would have been kicked out a long time ago. But Francis himself knew that that Brit was good with what he's doing, with or without his "friends."

Bonnefoy,

I know you had always doubted me and frankly, I don't give a damn. But I know this Matthew kid is important to you and to that pompous albino too. Whatever I had put in here must be related to the kid in a way or another. I've found out that he used to live where my most recent assignment is. And believe it or not, my visions just gave me the heads up.

I sound crazy. It's up to you whether you believe me or not. I've done my part.

Last Tuesday, we've finally dug up the remains of Jack Lancaster three miles from his home in an abandoned public property. The man has been missing for at least six years. The people in the neighbourhood had assumed that he had just moved away without a word since he generally kept to himself though he was kind and occasionally hung out with them. It wasn't until a group of kids found a beat-up cabin in the woods located behind Lancaster's house did they notify the authority.

A picture of the beat-up cabin and Lancaster's corpse was attached. As Francis scrolled through, he was shaken to find what littered in the cabin's insides.

There was only a bed and sink in the cabin. The walls were covered with a young girl's pictures - candid shots from school and family gatherings. She looked younger and happier in those. But as she grew older, the smiles started to look fake and bothered.

Ropes and chains were scattered on the floor. There was a separate picture of a rusty knife in the lone bed. What bothered Francis more was the amount of blood stain in what should have been a white sheet.

Kaelin Maynard has been missing from her home since she was nineteen. But two people from a nearby store had sworn that a twenty one year old Kaelin had regularly bought groceries from them.

After tracing down Kaelin's family and close friends, we had also discovered that prior to her disappearance; odd notes and letters had been consistently sent to her. It was a terrible mistake, her brother told me, to let it slide as a prank even after seeing its detrimental effects on Kaelin.

Unfortunately, the blood staining the bed did belong to the girl. Judging from the amount, it would only be by miracle that she lives through that.

We have yet to find her body.

From the outside, these two cases would seem unrelated, but an old employee of Lancaster brought it to a new light. Apparently, Kaelin had stayed with the man for a while before both disappeared. And before Lancaster, he was supposedly help captive by a man named Dominique Wright.

Francis's brows furrowed in anticipation. He's starting to slightly have an idea where this was going and how it was related to Matthew.

Another picture of a man was included in the document.

He continued to read the message but as he went further and further into the story, the words started to become a jumbled mess inside his head. He comprehended yet all the same became more confused

o0o0o

"Damn it!"

"Gilbert, calm down!" His brother said with as much stern as he could.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Gilbert punched the nearest tree with his good left hand. His right arm was in a sling. "That fucker! We'll fucking get him! Damn it!" His outburst was not left unnoticed by the police force surveying the area.

With no warnings, Ludwig grabbed him by the collar and struck him. The act was nothing new between the brothers. Ludwig didn't possess the same grasp of spoken words as well as Gilbert. It just became a regular thing to have him knock senses into his brother physically.

They remain frozen for a couple minutes before the older silently walked away to talk to the other officers.

Twelve hours after the initial incident, they found the van parked miles away from the city. According to the records they were able to gather, it was bought three weeks ago by a guy under the name Jack Lancaster.

o0o0o

Ivan was aware of the steady beeping of the monitor. He can recall hearing snippets of conversations around him, but still, his consciousness continues to waver. For a few times, he could feel the pain in his shoulder and chest. He was thankful that they treated before it became unbearable, yet at the same time irked that it's making him droopy.

He recalls what Matthew had done and it sends painful waves of frustration in his gut.

Those clear eyes as he made compromise with the transgressor… it burned through Ivan's mind.

Time was abstract in his current state. Several times he managed to open his eyes for a second before giving in to the medication. It was night the first time he opened them and night again when he came to the next time. A few times he recalls the warmth of the sun briefly before once again letting the dark consume him.

All the while, the image of Matthew as he turned his back on him bore a hole in his heart.

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