Jeez, I really have been slack with this story huh? Sorry about that. I'm on vacation now so the updates should be faster. ;^^

I will warn you now, this is were everyting gets complicated! Some of the chapters I've revamped and reposted, you don't have to reread them, I'm just saying don't start telling me that I've contradicted myself when I haven't!

Anyways, here's-

Chapter Twenty Seven.

"Would you stop moving!?" Onix yelled to Sting as he squirmed in her lap, constantly trying to manoeuvre them so she was lying with her back to his chest. The bluette tugged on his hair, bringing it further into the pink peony hair clip she'd discovered in their train compartment. The steam-powered machine jostled slightly, making him turn a putrid shade of green. Lucy merely rolled her eyes at her friend's behaviour; she treated the boy more like a puppy than as a lover.

"Stop putting stuff in my hair then!" Sting shouted back, his knuckles turning white as he clenched them at his sides in an attempt to ease his motion sickness.

Onix looked at him with a plain look before blankly saying, "No"

Nakita stared out the window; her head nestled into the palm of her hand mirroring Momo who looked ready to throw something. Gekko on the other hand, had taken it upon herself to entertain the bunch as she sketched the leaving group in their seats.

Having had enough, Lucy stood from her seat, disturbing Z who had fallen asleep next to her, his cheek smushed against the back of the seat. She slid the compartment door open and stepped outside. The hallway was empty, making her shoes echo. The sight of the sea passing by relaxed her mildly as she made her way along the stretch of train. They were almost there, just half an hour left until they'd arrive at the Hot Springs and celebrate the Dragon Festival.

It had been Onix's idea after all.

The Hex Dispeller groaned as she stretched her arms upwards, cracking several of her bones back into place. They were currently walking up some mountain to reach the Hot Spring, much to Sting's delight at not having to suffer at the hands of motion sickness again, and everyone else's annoyance.

"So...This is fun" Some commented from the cluster of Fairy Tail members who had tagged along, namely Erza, Gray, Wendy and -Lucy couldn't help her eyes narrowing- Natsu. He'd apologized hadn't he? He trusted her now didn't he? So what was the problem? The blonde felt something pinch at her heart which made her slap a fist to the spot. Onix caught the motion and gave a questioning look towards her best friend. She shook her head in reply, signally it was nothing.

"Weill you're a ray of sunshine" Momo drawled in response to the half naked Member of Fairy tail. The black haired boy made a face before stalking father up the trail as Momo followed swiftly behind. Sting leaned in so he could whisper loud enough for his friends and girlfriend to hear.

"Fifty bucks says she'll kill him before the weeks up"

"A hundred says before the day"

The Hot Spring was pleasant enough. It was stationed in the side of the mountain, hidden carefully with overgrowing vines as well as an artificial waterfall that flowed down the steep slope and under the wooden bridge that connected the bedrooms to the bath houses. Onix had left the rest of her sisters back in their shared room with the other females that had decided on coming with, meaning the strange red haired girl. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something was off about the Mage. Maybe she was just over exaggerating, but still, Erza gave her goosebumps.

She continued her walk on the cobblestone pathway, dotted with high-rising bushes that starving for some sort of water. Their leaves were yellow, crunchy and would turn to dust if you did so much as touch them. All except for the ones closest to the metallic gate that halted the pathway to stretch to the door of the hot spring reserved for women until dawn. The red roses were stark against the deep emerald bush that swayed to the left slightly from the breeze letting Onix catch a flash of peach skin. Widening her eyes, she hurried towards the colour, the bushes clearing the further she went to show a foot. She grasped at one of the flowers, drawing back from the wetness. Scarlet was smeared across her skin, peeling away from the rose to reveal white. The Bluette had to clamp a hand over her black lips to suppress her scream as she realized. The limp form of a female with her eyes closed, blood staining the floor below her, filtering through the cracks in the cobblestone. Onix fell to her knees beside her, feeling desperately for a pulse.

Faint.

Ripping off the long sleeves from her top, she wrapped them around the other girls wrists in an attempt to stop the bleeding there first. The cuts were as thin as a strand of hair yet deep enough to go straight through the limb. The crimson soaked through it, tainting the previously pure grey. Something Onix acknowledged as panic rose in her throat, tempting her to just run for help yet logic overpowered it by saying she'd die faster if she just left. The Hex Dispeller pressed harder onto the flesh, desperate to get some sort of result. The fear was building in her stomach, block after block until she couldn't take it anymore and yelled out the name she really shouldn't have.

"Zeref!"

The girl still hadn't moved since her brother and her had put her on Onix's bed. The other girls had left for the Hot Spring already when they'd come back much to their delight. Explaining why you were soaked with blood and had an almost dead girl on your back would've been a tricky one. Zeref had left his older sister to tend to the female since it would half been 'indecent' and 'scarring for life' if he'd been there for it. Sometimes she forgot he was still that young boy of five. The two of them weren't even meant to be here. They hadn't anticipated Acknowlegia's awakening. A whimper from the black haired girl dug her attention out of her memory.

With a sharp motion and flick of her wrist, she'd lifted the soaked through tank top off and screamed.

There, in the center of her chest was the one thing she was hoping wouldn't happen.

They were meant to be dead, and not showing up drenched in their own blood.

Someone had found her.

Onix stared harder at the mark. A blade the size of her thumb, dripping something black. The door burst open behind her, followed by the sound of footsteps. They were yelling things at her but she couldn't hear them, it was as if there was a bubble protecting her from their worried words. The only thing she could hear was her laughter, her voice.

"I told you so"