Ok so this is my second fanfiction. I highly recommend that you do not read my first, it was very bad and I'm probably going to delete it soon -_- . I just finished Prodigy and had the sudden impulse to write this. (Trust me I've gotten much better at the whole writing thing) Please tell me what you think or if you would like to be my beta. I have a really hard time with spelling so please don't kill me about it. Any other criticisms I am happy to listen to. If I get a name wrong or if you think people aren't acting like they should I will be fast to fix it. I cannot promise the quickness of updates though.

(Takes place a few weeks after the end of Prodigy)

DAY: Chapter one

There are many things that will never leave my mind. Over and over they'll replay themselves in never-ending nightmares. There's my mother being killed, my brother taking my place, the boy I had left blind to the world, and the father that I couldn't convince to stay. All of their faces sneer at me every chance they can get. I have tried to convince myself that such horrible things weren't my fault, that I had done all I could do. Now there is a new face that dominates my nights and there is no way I can convince myself that her pain isn't my fault.

They were my words that did this and my actions that lead us here. All she had ever done was try to help and here I am leaving her as though she were the one at fault. I've talked myself into circles wondering if this was the right thing to do. June is smart, smarter than me. She would have been able to make a decision on her own if I had told her about my impending death. But I couldn't stand the strain I would be putting on her, the weight of such a choice. I didn't want to pile the burdens so high. She would have a good life here without me, one filled with luxury and food. She would be able to use that military mind of hers and play with her dog and visit her brothers. She would train for ten years and shadow the Elector of the Republic. My gut twisted at the thought. Anden, the current Elector, was fond of June, my June. The image of their kiss was still fresh in my thoughts and the idea angered me. He could betray her. Hurt her even as his father had. I had sworn my faith to him but only because of June and I had left her. Did that give me the right to question him once again?

I felt my fists tighten and my head pound with a splitting headache, bringing me back to reality. I had to do this. I wouldn't be able to stay with June. I couldn't do what my father had done to my mother, leave one day and never return. This was for the best. I would give her at least this much, she deserved a life.

I tugged at the collar of my military grade coat, a dark black with white stripes. The chains on my gloves made too much noise for my taste but I doubt anyone would be able to hear them over the roar of the crowd. I shifted my weight to my toes, getting ready to leap from one window ledge to the next. There was enough shadow to keep me hidden if someone wasn't looking too closely. My problem was that everyone had their eyes open for me now-a-days.

"First it was the Republic and now it's the civilians." I almost laughed at the irony.

It was near impossible to reach my apartment through the door. I had to use the window facing away from the street, something I'm sure the Elector had made sure of before giving me the place. It was very useful when trying to slip in and out without being noticed…much. In my apartment without a sound I quickly realized that I was not alone.

Thomas was sitting in my living room. What a strange thought, living room, it could have easily fit my entire home but I guess this was my home for now. His dark hair was stark contrast with the white couches and his black uniform did little to help him. If he had wanted to surprise me with an attack this was exactly the wrong way to do it. So why was he here?

Plush carpets muffled my steps and the roaring from the already open window helped even more. I didn't trust Thomas, not one bit. How had he even gotten into my apartment in the first place? There were guards outside my door twenty four seven. Surly he wasn't one of my guards was he? June had talked before about her uneasiness about him and later his reasoning behind his actions. She even talked about his relationship with Metias or lack thereof. I guess it made sense but that didn't explain him being within striking range of me. Not really a wise choice on his part. If this was a trap I would gladly fall into it if it meant me getting at least one good hit at him.

A few more steps, a quick breath in, and a well-aimed kick at his head was all it took for me to be noticed. He ducked and turned on me ready to block an attack that I had already started. I couldn't help but enjoy the way his skin gave way under my fist or the choking sound he made as he sucked for air. He slumped to the couch, chest heaving and raised a hand. After a few coughs and with blood streaming from his nose, he spoke.

"I know we're not exactly on the best of terms." His voice lacked the authority it used to hold in the interrogation room.

"Damn right we're not." I spat the words as if they burned. I wanted to hit him again, hard. I kicked him again, right under the ribs. He didn't even let out a moan.

"I understand that but you have to-" Thomas coughed and stood shakily, straightening his jacket and pushing back his hair. If it wasn't for the nose bleed I would have thought he was ready for inspection. "You hate me and that is fine, better actually. I just thought you should know about June." My stomach dropped and so did my fists. It had been weeks since the talk with June. I had been avoiding her like the plague ever since. "She's not the same. After…after Metias, I knew she would be depressed but you adding this on top of it are not helping matters. I'm afraid she'll do something drastic."

"And whose fault is that Thomas." The name sounded like a curse with the force I spoke it with. Quicker than I could blink Thomas had his fist curled around my collar, knocking the coffee table over in the process. There was a feral look in his eyes, like an angry alley cat hungry for food it would never find.

"I am well aware of that Day. Do you think I would forget something like that?" He shoves me into a large armchair. Thomas is pacing now, as if his feet have to match his thoughts. "I am supposed to keep June safe. I cannot carry out that order with you screwing it up with your boyish spite." That was not what I had expected but I try to keep the shock off my face. Spite, did he think I was punishing June? I guess that was what I had said. 'Too many things had happened between us'… as though her helping had only driven us apart. A complete lie, but it was one that I needed June and Thomas to believe.

I relaxed my shoulders and turned my gaze to the wall as though bored. I fingered the chains on my gloves. Thomas still paced the floor like some caged animal.

"It was in no way meant as a punishment. I simply could not stand to be with someone who has betrayed the ones she loves so often."

"As far as I can tell June has only ever helped you. She has turned her back on everyone for you Day. Even when you yourself couldn't tell, it was always for you." Never have I ever seen such emotion in him outside of the interrogation room. His words are true and I strain to keep the full impact of them off my face.

"What does it matter to you? You've betrayed her as much as anyone. Why are you so desperate to hook her up with the criminal you once swore to kill?" I let a small smile slip by as he rears back and almost howls. Where has the calm and collected Thomas gone? Where is the cold blood killer? Has he gone soft or am I just able to push the right buttons?

"You are the only thing she has left. I have no idea why, but she trusts you. She sees you like she saw him, and you're going to take that away." Shame washes through me cold and familiar. The grief in her face flashes before my eyes. I try to convince myself that she is just another face, just another person that I can no longer reach. It's hard to do that when said person is just down the street, seeming to calm Thomas smoothes the wrinkles in his uniform. "I hope you at least give this a second thought before you wreck everything. I know there must be something else going on. You'll never tell me if there is…but I would like to think that you would at least tell her." With a small bow Thomas turned and left, closing the door. I could hear him alert the guard outside that he was leaving. Apparently he had been invited in. I rolled my eyes at how easy it had been for him to get in here. I'd have to bring it up to Anden later.

After all that yelling the apartment was quiet and empty. Eden was at school, a rare thing for someone of his age, but to be blind too? He would have a hard life but the amount of notes I had in my pocket would help.

I straightened up the living room and tried to get Thomas' blood out of the white couch…it didn't. I might order a brand new one just because I could. The thought brings a giddy smile to my lips. It is quickly replaced with remorse. I didn't want to think about what Thomas had said. I didn't want to even try to cling to the truth in them. My movements were robotic and soundless. I was completely focused on locking the doors and starting dinner.

June would be better off without me. Everyone knew it except for her it seemed. Maybe I could convince her if I moved away, some other city perhaps? I sighed, heating up a can of soup and tugging off the noisy gloves, throwing them into some corner of the enormous apartment. I wasn't meant for places like this, not built for it.

June's face appears before me and I almost double over with the guilt. I had put that expression there. I had installed that sorrow. She was hurting because of me and I couldn't stop it. I couldn't take back those words, we both knew it. I would just have to suck it up and live with it. I would have to continue on knowing that I had done the right thing. But I would also be a coward and run away like always.

That night as I lay in my bed a solid thump startled me to my feet. It wasn't exactly a solid thump, but compared to the noise I make it might as well have been a gun shot. They were light steps though, too far apart to be Eden who I knew still slept in the near darkness.

Across the room and to the door I tried to see by the slim line of light cast by the window in the hall. There, silhouetted by said window I saw a figure that I knew better than myself.

I had ordered them to be released but she had never been captured in the first place. She had told me not to try to find her and I hadn't, not that I'd had much time to. Never did I think she would try to find me though. Never did I think that the Republic's twenty-four hour guard would be infiltrated twice in one day either.

There, standing with her hands on her hips giving me a look that was more memory than sight was Tess.

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