If we inspired a violent legend that still lives today, then we couldn't have been all the good in the first place. She thought dryly. She knew they needed to get out, or he wouldn't survive this round of hell. He barely survived the first one; I don't think he could take another one.

Her head snapped up as the doors to her cell opened, with Dexter, Ben, and their Fusions, standing in the doorway. Well, the two humans were standing as well as they could, considering the torture they had been through. Both boys were roughly thrown into the cell, as Fusion Dexter strode toward her. His lips flashed as if speaking noiselessly, and she stood up, her eyes flashing with unspoken anger. The second he seemed still, she started, talking wordlessly, her hands flailing, and her face clouded with an emotional storm. Guilt, then remorse, then rage, then resentment, then pure hatred. She finally settled for a brooding look, almost appearing to a little one who didn't get her way, except for the fact that her eyes said she wanted to kill him.


Mandy looked pissed, and that was the only way to describe it. Sure, she had looked mad in the past, but now she wanted to kill. That worried Grim just a bit, but he knew her anger was in a way justified, Jaden had lied to her. Max was explained that she was currently in captivity with Ben and Dexter. He had done his research, and was flabbergasted to find that Jaden was Fusion. But what he couldn't get anyone to understand was that she was on their side. She could save them. But people heard the word 'fusion' and assumed whatever followed was about evil.


Benjamin Tennyson slowly came back to the reality, and was greeted by the sight of Fusion Dexter grasping Jaden's chin, his face closing in as if to try to kiss her. But before he could do anything, the pain came back, and his world went black.

About the same time, Dexter awoke, to the same sight. He felt disgust and hatred flow through him, though he didn't quite understand what was going on. He had several theories though, and had resolved to ask Jaden about them his next chance. But he wasn't quite expecting to be kidnapped, yet again. He mind slowly started to put puzzle piece together, and soon the boy genius fell asleep.


I cannot do this, I just cannot. For some unthinkable reason, I cannot kill the traitor in front on of me. True, she may be my sister by creation, but I have killed my mother and father, my mate, even my own children, and yet I cannot kill my sister. I will my hand to move forward, yet it disobeys me. I can so clearly picture it, my staff going straight through her fragile human head, but yet it will not happen.

We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, but nothing happens. I know he wants to kill me, just as he did our parents, and everyone we once held dear. But why has he not yet stabbed his staff through me? Why has he not yet claimed my soul and body for his nourishment? These questions and many others whirl through my head, nearly making me sick, but I force myself to glare at him, looking straight into his cold black eyes. I hear Ben stir on the opposite wall, and my eyes almost flicker over to check him, but I restrain myself. I need to seem unattached. He grabs my chin, and pushes his face closer to mine, as if to see Ben's reaction. But it's not him I'm bonded to. Dexter groans ever so softly, and my eyes flicker for the quickest second. His face slips into a Cheshire grin, one that could easily kill and my heart plummets, knowing that my poor genius is in for worse than hell…