Damian was sitting in the corner of his room, straight jacket still on keeping his movement very stiff as he just stared blankly ahead. His stomach let out a weak growl, it has been a while since he last ate and he needed something soon, but he wasn't about to ask them for food. Not until he knew he really needed it. How long has been stuck in here now? There's no clock or window, so no time for him. He knew it had to be at least a day, maybe two. Honestly, he had no idea how long he slept for, it could be three days for all he knew.

He hoped Ben and Atticus were safe, that they figured out it was his twin and not him. He hoped Firedrake and Issiah were safe as well, that James didn't harm them too much.

Licking his dry lips, Damian slowly rocked back and forth once more. He needed to get out of here but the damn straight jacket didn't give him any wiggle room like it's intended purpose to keep his arms stationary. He just needed to move his non-dominate arm up his dominate shoulder but he was having trouble with that particular part. They must have known he'd try to escape because the chain that kept him from moving too far restricted his arm movements and blocked his path to his shoulder.

With a sigh, Damian lightly moved his head up at the door opening. He didn't rush at the person, he just looked at them, and smiled. His twin stood there, a tray of food and a glass of water in his hands, but that's not what made Damian smile, it was the beat up face of his twin, showing that he was indeed caught.

"Josh...You've looked better." Damian commented slyly.

"Ha." Was all Josh could sarcastically say as he sat the food down in front of Damian.

"...I was wondering when you guys were going to feed me." Damian mumbled as he looked down at the food, it was simple oatmeal with the glass of water beside it.

"...We weren't supposed to..." Josh mumbled softly as he turned and walked back towards the door, but he paused just before he left.

"Listen...You know we've been following you guys since you came back to town...So...I should tell you Ben was admitted to the hospital about eight hours ago. I don't know more than that." With that Josh left shutting the door behind him as he did so.

Damian looked at the water and oatmeal before sighing out.

"...Oh god..." Was all he could say before looking up at the nearest wall. Squeezing his eyes tight, Damian felt a few tears roll down his cheeks freely as he swallowed hard. "...Be alright, please, be alright..."

Josh let out a soft sigh as he approached James Marrs in his office, the man said nothing to Josh as he just looked out at the room before him, the two dragons currently trapped, both their legs, muzzles, tails, and wings clamped down by metal arms restricting their movements only allowing them to move their eyes. Right next to the dragons where the Greenblooms and Oliver all in a glass prison, holes in the prison for air, and a small slit for food. Josh couldn't stop the sigh that left his mouth.

"Something is troubling you..." James spoke up as he turned to face Josh, Josh looked away from the harsh blue eyes that James bore as he looked down shamefully,

"I have failed you..." Josh mumbled softly. Instantly James's cold's hands cupped his cheeks as he was forced to look James in the eyes.

"Yes. Yes, you did. However, your failure has brought us something greater. The Dragon Rider, Benjamin, is in the hospital, he's the one I'm truly after. I want to see how much it takes to watch a dragon break. I've seen how a vampire breaks, now for the bigger picture...Do not worry, My son. I have a new simpler task for you." Letting go of Josh's face, James turned and opened his desk drawer before removing a knife.

The knife was rather large, the handle barely fitting in the palm of his hand. The handle was carved with silver, a large cross shown on the handle.

"That knife is not only a hundred percent silver, but I had had personally blessed by the oldest Christian monk alive. In short. That Knife is the ultimate vampire killer. You don't need to aim for his heart or neck. Just hit him and he'll die just from the littlest scratch."

"Y-You want me to kill the vampire?" Josh asked softly.

"He's strong and fast, he'll be a pain in the side if you don't...Please, Joshua..No Me Falles otra vez."

"Yo haré lo mejor que pueda, Padre."Josh hardened as he put the knife in his pocket. James smiled gently as he turned back to look at his prisoners.

"One more thing...Bring me Oliver...Or should I say...Zenith. I have a pleasant surprise waiting for him."

Atticus looked over at Guinevere as he silently sipped his hospital grade coffee, the poor girl hasn't said a thing since Ben's been admitted. It's been almost ten hours now, truthfully as much as he'd like to stay, he knew he couldn't. Damian, the Greenblooms, Firedrake, and Oliver all needed someone to help them now. With Ben out of the picture, it was only up to him now, meaning he needed a plan of attack, meaning, He needed Twigleg.

Sighing out, he walked up to Guinevere, she looked up at him, her face tear stained, eyes red and puffy as she stared numbly at him.

"Guin, listen to me. I need Twigleg right now."

She sniffled a bit before looking around to make sure the coast was clear. Finally, she reached into her coat pocket and pulled him out, Twigleg said nothing, he just had his head down weakly as he was handed to Atticus, Who quickly cupped hands around Twigleg.

"I'll be back." He mumbled as he walked away towards the bathroom. Looking quickly for any feet, not seeing any, he uncupped his hands.

"Alright, listen, I know right now is tough, but you were there when the rest were taken. Right?" Atticus asked quickly to Twigleg.

"..."

"Twigleg! Focus! Please, I need you right now!" Atticus cried weakly to him.

"...Yeah.."

"Did they mentioned anywhere they were going to?"

"...No...Nowhere, they just came in...Took everyone and left. I had to hide in the walls...Because I'm such a coward..." Twigleg sobbed out softly as he started to cry and Atticus sighed before gently patting Twigleg's hair with a simple finger.

"It's alright...Let's just go and talk to Guinevere, alright..." Atticus sighed as he put Twigleg on his shoulder.

"I should be hiding..."

"Eh. There aren't that many people in here anyway. It's fine." Atticus softly told him softly as he walked out of the bathroom. Looking up towards Guinevere, he frowned at two male police officers talking to her. "Ok...I lied..." Atticus mumbled as Twigleg silently hid in the sleeve of his shirt. Swallowing a bit, Atticus walked up to them picking up a small bit of their conversation as he did so.

"-Don't worry, Ms. Greenbloom, we'll find the people who took your family, just come along with us." One officer softly told her as he started to walk back towards the door.

"...I can't, I should stay with my brother." Guinevere muttered slightly.

"Well, Ms. Greenbloom, I can understand that, but for your protection, I insist you come with me and my partner. Don't worry about your brother, we already have a third officer going up to his room now."

At that, Atticus finally felt the need to join in.

"I'm sorry." Atticus smiled at them as he stepped beside Guinevere, leaning in slightly he whispered, "Did you call them?"

She shook her head no and Atticus tensed up almost instantly, the officers noticed this and Atticus watched as one put his hand on his taser almost in a threatening way.

"Now, look, we just think its for the best if you all come with us-" The same officer started but Atticus was having none of it as he narrowed his eyes.

"You said you had a third officer going to my friend's room? How is that when he isn't even out of surgery yet? In fact, how did you even find us seeing how neither her, or, I, called you gents? I'm sorry. We aren't going in anywhere with you."

"You listen here...Vampire...We really think it'd be in your best interest that you come with us. If not...Well...I don't think your friend will ever make out of surgery then." The officer growled lowly at Atticus getting into his face as he did so. Guinevere let out a sudden gasp and put her hands to her mouth in shock, she quickly looked back and forth between Atticus and the officer, unsure of what to say or do.

"..." Atticus let out a low growl himself before he finally balled up his fist in rage. If there was one thing he was tired of these last few days, it was how much Ben was being threatened. Finally, he let his rage loose.

Without thinking, Atticus punched the officer in the gut, causing the few people in the waiting room to all gasp and look at him. The officer doubled over, allowing Atticus to grab the guy's back and simultaneously push the man into his knee while he put all of his weight into thrusting his knee up into the guy's gut. The other officer went at him almost instantly, pulling out his taser and shooting, Atticus fell to his knees in pain as the sudden current of electricity surged through him. Grinding his teeth menacingly, Atticus managed to bring himself to stand up as he yanked the cords out of his chest with a cry of pain. He hoped to god that Twigleg as alright.

"It helps to have a dead heart," Atticus told the man, with a sickening smirk on his face. The man pulled out a baton, that caused Atticus to actually grab the man by the wrist that was holding the baton up. Instantly the two of them got into a power struggle, the man proving to be wildly strong.

"Atticus!" Guinevere suddenly screamed out, causing Atticus to turn his head. The officer who he had kneed, was now up and forcing her towards the door. He had his arms around her middle causing to frantically kick her legs in the air as she tried her hardest to wiggle out of his grip.

"Guin-"

Losing focus, Atticus let his strength slip from him and the other guard got a hit in straight to his head. Atticus hit the ground, his vision blurry and his hearing making it sound like he was in a tunnel as he could only hardly hear the guards talk to one another.

"Hurry, cuff him!" Trying to get up, Atticus felt a foot suddenly plant itself on the back of his head as he could hear Guinevere screaming madly, her screams fading as whoever had her brought her outside. Whoever was on him managed to handcuff him and suddenly force him up to his feet. His vision spun and his head throbbed in pain where the guy had struck him.

"You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned, something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence." The guy spoke up bitterly to him acting like he was officially under arrest and Atticus rolled his eyes bitterly.

"Really? Why bother with the act? They have you on camera kidnapping my friend's sister." Atticus asked as the officer walked him forward, hand on Atticus's cuffed hands.

"I don't know what you're talking about. You and here were RESISTING ARREST!" The officer suddenly screamed out the last part towards the witnesses, sending a warning glare their way. They just nodded weakly and quickly looked away from the officer as he started to drag Atticus away towards the outside.

"Cowards." Atticus seethed over towards the people as he was now being dragged away. Being lost in his own thoughts, Atticus failed to realize that Twigleg was no longer with him.

Twigleg hurried down the hospital hallway as fast as his little legs would allow him. He got away as soon as he could from the fight. It was cowardly, yes, but, he had to see Ben. The only question was now, where was he exactly? He'd have to listen to the nurses or find Ben's file to find out which room he was in, which was honestly going to be tricky.

Hearing his tiny shoes squeak against the pristine hospital tile floor, he hurried down the hallway. Quickly he turned and hid behind a cart leg once he heard two women chatting it up as they rushed down the hallway.

"-Two arrests in the waiting room!?" He heard a female exclaim as they ran passed the cart without a second glance. Once they were far enough, he turned and continued running. However he didn't run for too long as he passed, what seemed to be, a changing room for the doctors and nurses, a glass jar suddenly halted him, causing him to hit the glass full force. Falling back weakly, Twigleg clutched on to his big nose.

"Gotcha!" A male voice spoke as Twigleg was now lifted into the air causing him to fall back onto the palm of the stranger. Being forced to look into the stranger's face Twigleg only gasped out.

"Y-You!"

"I was hoping I'd run into you again..."

Oliver fought rather pitifully against the guards that held his arms. He dragged his feet and tried to wiggle his arm out of the guard's grip, but to no avail. They had just came into his cell and started to drag him out against his will. He just barely got used to the idea of not one but two dragons being in the same room as him.

Both of the dragons where now snarling and growling from their own prisons but they couldn't move as Oliver fought and yelled to the teenager just standing there a few yards away. "Atticus was right to not trust you!" Oliver snarled to the blue haired teen in front of him. The teen just smirked unnaturally to Oliver.

"Please! Just let him go!" Barnabas yelled out from his prison as he hit the glass in a panicked matter. "Damian...Why? I...Atticus was right.." Barnabas breathed out. Finally, he became angry as his he snarled out "Where's my son!?"

"Yeah well...Shows what you get for not believing him, and don't worry about him." With that, the four of them all walked out of the room, Oliver fighting as hard as he could against the guards. Going down a long hallway, Oliver weakly rocked himself from side to side, growling and grunting as he tried to free his arms.

"C'mon! Ben put up a stronger fight than you! Move it!" With a growl, Josh suddenly kicked Oliver behind his knees causing the man to suddenly buckle and almost fall to the ground. If it weren't for the guards holding him up, he probably would have fallen face first.

"...What did you do with my son?" Oliver sacredly asked as he swallowed hard and stood to his feet. He was being dragged once more, but still, he had his head turned so he could look at Josh.

Josh could only snort at Oliver in response.

"Still going with that 'he's my son.' BS, huh, Zenith?"

"...What? What does...A zenith have to do with anything?" Oliver asked, Josh, rolled his eyes and walked ahead of Oliver and the guards.

"Sure. Whatever, act like you know nothing. But it doesn't matter."

They all reached the end of the hall and Oliver felt his blood slowly run cold as he stared up at a large door in front of him. There was a moment of silence the teen walked up to the door and flashed a key card to the door in one quick movement, Oliver was tossed inside and the door slammed shut behind him almost instantly.

Looking around, Oliver could see that the room was oddly spacious couldn't be longer than a football field. There was a knocked over desk and filing cabinet that appeared to be empty Cautiously walking farther in, Oliver could see in the light that there seemed to be a giant metal plate just sitting normally in the middle of the room. Expecting something to pop out at him, Oliver cautiously looked back and forth between the door and the metal disk on the floor. Getting closer to the metal disk, he could see it was almost like a bowl or an ashtray in a sense. It was flat on the bottom but in the middle, it was carved inwards. Tilting his head to the side. Oliver noted something in the corner of his eye upon the ceiling.

Slowly moving his head up Oliver felt a gasp leave his mouth as he was looking up at a giant bird, this bird was larger than the two dragons he saw before. It had golden brown feathers and a golden beak. It was sitting on a beam holding up a florescent light. It took one look at Oliver and suddenly let out a loud screech that echoed around the room causing Oliver to put his hands to his ears. The bird then took off after him. Oliver went running back to the door and started to bang on it with all his might.

"OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOOR-AHHHHHHH" Letting out an unmanly scream, Oliver managed to dodge as the bird swooped down for him, it's sharp talons just barely missing his shoulders, as he hit the wall in a panicked state.

"You honestly thought you could betray me?" A male's voice with a slight Hispanic twist spoke over the intercom of the room. Causing the bird to suddenly go up into the air and screech out as it tried to attack the ceiling. Clawing and screeching as loud as it possibly could.

Oliver slowly and silently walked around the bird hoping it wouldn't spot him.

"Everyone thinks I'm dumb for thinking you're Zenith. I'm no idiot..."

Oliver dove behind the overturned desk and shakily put his hands to his face. He wanted to yell, to scream, but at the same time, he didn't want to alert the demon bird of his presence. Breathing heavily, Oliver shook as he huddled behind the desk.

"Let's see how long you'll last against this monstrosity."

Oliver gulped as the bird seemed to lose interest in the ceiling and suddenly laid down in the giant bowl on the floor, which Oliver now realized as a nest for the monster. Shaking horribly, Oliver could only sit there numbly unable to move or breath as he looked straight ahead at the wall in front of him. What was he going to do?

Was he going to die here? Now? After finally seeing his son after three years of wondering what happened to him?...

No.

Oliver narrowed his eyes darkly at the wall. If Ben could get out of sticker situations like being outnumbered two to one, then so could he. He just needed to think of a plan.

Ben felt warm it was a comfortable warm. A type of warmth that you never wanted to leave or get out of. There was a nice smell floating around the room he was in, it smelt like, flowers...Or laundry soap, maybe both?

"...Master?" Twigleg's voice softly spoke to him. Twigleg wasn't on his shoulder, no, he was too far away for that. That alone caused Ben to crack his eyes open. For a moment he looked for Twigleg but couldn't see him in the room. In fact, the only light in the whole room was right on him, like an odd spotlight of some sort. Slowly sitting up, Ben tried to look for Twigleg but couldn't see anything because of the light on him. All he could see was a tall figure hidden in the shadows.

"...Twigleg?" Ben cautiously question, there was a moment of silence before Twigleg spoke,

"Yes...but...Who you're seeing isn't me."

Ben narrowed his eyes as he tried to move his arms to scoot towards the edge of the stretcher he was on, but one arm refused to comply. Looking down at his right arm. Ben could only let out a shaky gasp as tears started to fill his eyes.

He had no right arm.

With his left arm, he reached over to the nub but off at his elbow and touched it slightly before pulling back.

"No...No...Oh god...No..." He sobbed out softly. As he let out a gut-wrenching sob. He felt his whole body shake as he once more reached out and touched what was left. Feeling tears roll down his cheeks and down his neck, wetting his collar, Ben for a moment was just lost in his own sadness as he just cried out softly.

"...It had to happen, I'm sorry." A voice suddenly spoke out. Causing Ben to suddenly sniffle and cough out. Looking at the figure in the distance. Ben let out a shaky breath, there was something familiar about the voice.

"...C...Come into the light." Ben spoke up as he tried to place the voice.

"I can't. I might...cause you more emotional damage if I do."

"Master, please listen to him." Twigleg softly spoke, Ben could hear the sadness in his voice that mimicked Ben's own sadness.

Ben sniffled weakly as he shook his head and sobbed once more.

"I just lost an arm...I don't think I can be even more emotionally broken."

"...Listen...It's for the best if I-"

Ben, no longer wanting to hear this guy's excuse, grabbed the light above his head and forced over towards the guy, cutting him off. Ben suddenly let out a gasp as he let the light go and put his one hand to his mouth in shock.

"No..." Ben shook his head violently. "You're dead...You..."

Slowly the man came into the light, he was tall. Almost as tall as Atticus, his once blonde hair, now ghostly white hair slick back into a ponytail, he had steel blue eyes that seemed to bore into Ben's soul. His face square and hardened, there was a scar on his right cheek that seemed to resemble a rope necklace. Ben knew just who he was looking at.

"...Zenith..." Was all Ben could say, Zenith said nothing as he turned his head

"Or...As you and Damian like to call me...Info-guy."

Translations

James: Do not fail me again.

Josh: I will do my best.