Hey again! This chapter will incite question I'm sure, but I will just say that everything will become much clearer as the story progresses. Sorry about any spelling, grammar etc. errors! Comment if you wish :) (Just no flames please!)

Number Seven closed her eyes and rubbed her arms, as if it was cold and yet they were inside an apartment. The apartment walls were dingy, but the floor was cleaner and smooth. She sat on the couch of the small apartment. They didn't stayed places long, usually a week, a month or two. That was of course before their hunting began. They began to keep a watchful eye out for Number Four and anymore 'news' on him. Now they stayed a day, maybe a week at the most at one place. It was necessary and Number Seven knew that, but she's always felt the longing of staying in one place.

Number Six sat splayed out on the other couch across from her. The apartment had beds in the back, but her older sister preferred to sleep there or not at all just in case of a sudden disturbance. Her older sister would actually at times stay up passed the moon just to look outside and make certain that everything was fine. Her older sister had one hand slid under the pillow and the other dangling over the edge. Her jacket was slung across the arm of the chair and her shoes were scattered about. She wore the clothes she had worn during the day, resistant to leaving her 'post'. Number Six's younger sister sat in sweats and a tank top, which she had pulled from her backpack. She had her knees drawn up and her hands wrapped around them. She looked out the blind-covered windows through the small slits and watched the moon in all its shining glory and the specks of light dusting the night sky. She fell asleep to the soft sound of the wind.

As if beginning thrown out of a dream, Number Seven jolted out of her position and slung up her back. She gasped for air and pressed her fingertips to her head.

Number Six awoke from her slumber and quickly leaned up a little and pulled her hand out of the pillow and aimed at the door, as if expecting something-someone to be there, but their wasn't.

She looked over at her younger sister.

"Are you okay?" She asked as she looked over to her sister before slowly putting the gun back in its spot.

"Yeah." She breathed out and lied.

"No you aren't. You're sweating." Her older sister said as she looked terrified.

She didn't know she had been sweating until she looked at her arm. She didn't know if she had in fact had a dream because she couldn't recall it, but she felt a twinge of something deep inside of her. All she knew was that she had just woken up and she was sweating. There was of course also the fact that the side of her head felt liked boulder had just smashed against it.

Her older sister pushed herself off of the couch and sat beside her. She looked at her face which was scrunched up and tried to focus on something other than the pain. Number Seven's sister touched her sister's temple and watched as she winced.

"Sorry." She said as she took her sister's hand in her's.

There was a silence that slipped between them, but it wasn't uncomfortable or awkward, it was rather understandable.

"Remember just breathe." Her sister said and they both know that's right.

She breathed in and then out, repeating the 'drill' as they had call it three times before she felt the pain dull and ebb slowly away until it was more bearable.

Sometimes her legacy was a bitch.

"Thanks." She said as she raised an arm and wiped the sweat of her forehead with the back of her head.

Her sister gave a small smile.

"Do you remember anything?" Her sister asked with hope.

She thought back into her dream state, but she didn't find anything except the small annoying prickle in the back of her head.

"No."

Six sighed and nodded as if she understood because she knew about these situations, even though she had never been in her sister's position.

"It's okay. Maybe later you will remember. Just try to rest." She said with a small smile before hugging her and going back to lie on the couch.

She nodded to her older sister and swallowed before drawing up her knees and wrapping her arms around them again.

She could feel something, something starting, something prickling in the back of her head, but most of all she could feel something pulling at her 'Loric charm' engraved in her ankle and she didn't have a clue as to why.

She knew that something important, something immensely important was just about to begin.