(A/N) Hi everyone! Thank you to everyone who's read my stories. I'm so excited for this chapter! Hopefully this won't be that bad. Well, here we go! (I actually don't know where this is gonna go)

Oh, and I was scrolling through the comments of my new story, Happiness and Tragedies, when I said, "Well, I might as well update my other one!" So, here I am!

And this may be the last chapter of On the Run. PM or review if you want me to have a sequel!

I've been really busy with school, by the way, which is why I couldn't update in a while, but this chapter isn't one of the ones I threw together in 5 minutes, so I hope you like it!

RR:

Forest Bird: Thank you! And that's okay, recently I've been adding some more stuff you can do. If you can't, that's not a problem though! Thanks for reading!

Waves-Of-Writing: Okay... well, in that case, I'll make sure Sophie abuses the privilege to make people writhe on the floor in pain by unleashing her emotions (lol I'm dying)!

Sokeefe-is-awesome: Well, here's the update! Hope you enjoy!

Side Note:

Does anyone even do review responses anymore? Lol, okay, enjoy.

Chapter 12

Sophie and Fitz pulled together in a hug. The sounds of a war were ringing through the small crevice where they were cramped into. After a long embrace, they shoved their bodies through the wall, using the Flexuator to change the wall's density. When they emerged, they found themselves in a narrow hallway, kind of like a cave, but long. The dim light was swallowed up by darkness, giving the appearance of the cave stretching forever.

Jurek guided them down, down, down in to the stretching pitch black of nothingness. He held his hand out in front of him like he didn't want him to run into a wall. And to Sophie's surprise, he did. He ran his hands along the black wall, and found another Flexuator.

He reached into the wall, but surprisingly his body didn't go into it. He kept himself outside of the other room, like it was a drawer or closet. He pulled out three gadgets that Sophie recognized: melders. He also brought three other small gadgets that looked like caches, but a little bigger. They were like the big marbles that Sophie had played with when she was living with humans.

Jurek held his hand up to silence any questions that Sophie and Fitz might have. "These," he said, gesturing to the orbs, "are our prototype emergency weapons. If you're ever in trouble, throw it at the floor."

"Wha—" Fitz asked, but Jurek silenced him with another hand.

"Follow my instructions if you want to live. Questions later."

Sophie and Fitz both nodded, not wanting to find out the consequences of interrupting.

"Good. The Vengeance predicts that the Council will be following us here, and arresting everyone. If you don't want to have a tribunal, come with me to th—"

Jurek fell to the floor, writhing in agony. It looked like... Sophie couldn't think of how, but it looked like someone inflicted on him. She turned to Fitz. "We need to—OH MY GOSH, WHAT IS HAPPENING FITZ?!"

Fitz's eyes were rolled up into the top of his head like he was a zombie of some sort. Then he snapped out of it. "Let's go, Sophie!" He said. "Let's get out of here!"

"Without Jurek?" She asked. They couldn't leave him!

"Yes." A deep voice boomed. Then Sophie saw it: a cloaked figure, bearing the symbol of the Neverseen.

"You should probably leave him and get my son." The person said. The last words sounded more feminine though. Then it hit Sophie. It was Lady Gisela!

"You..." Sophie started, but couldn't finish. She was with the Neverseen! She couldn't have found her way down here by herself!

"Yes." She said, removing her hood. She had several scars, probably from some gruesome Neverseen punishment, but Sophie could still recognize her. Keefe's mom.

"Don't hurt your son any more than you already have." Sophie found herself pleading. How could Gisela be so heartless?

"You'll be surprised to find how much you've hurt him."

What was that supposed to mean?

"You'll be surprised at how you don't have a heart." Fitz snapped.

"Insult me, and your consequences will be worse than death." Gisela retorted.

"You're threats are as empty as your soul." Sophie spat, meaning every word. She was a monster, on,y satisfied when she reached her goal. And it had something to do with Keefe.

"Ooh, good one." A new voice said. "Our Foster's getting snarkier and snarkier, right, Fitzy?

Fitz and Sophie and Lady Gisela all rolled their eyes at the same time. "Save your words, Keefe." His mom said. Another thing that didn't make sense.

Gisela was just pleading to get her son, but now she made it sound like she didn't need him.

"Oh, and just so you know, mom," Keefe spat, disgust lacing through every syllable, especially the last one. "I heard the whole conversation. And you're cornered."

Keefe walked down the hallway to be right behind his mom, making a Lady Gisela sandwich. They were so close now.

"Oh, that's not to worry." Lady Gisela said. "When I give you what I'm about to give, you'll be thanking me so much, you'll want to let me go."

"Yeah, that's not happening." One of them stated. Sophie wasn't sure who it was, but she was pretty sure they were all thinking the same thing.

"I already have an escape."

Gisela pulled out three leaping crystals, a marble sized gadget, and a piece of paper. The gadget was a cache. Sophie had never seen one, but she'd heard it being described, which is why she knew what it was.

"These crystals will lead you to a safe house, but they are always changing, so there's no way I could find you."

She distributed them among the three friends, and then eggs turned towards the cache and the paper. "And this is Fintan's cache, containing Forgotten Secrets about the Neverseen. The paper holds the passwords. But be careful with it. It is a huge bargaining chip."

"And why should we trust that it's not a weapon and that the crystals are not a trap?" Keefe asked.

"Because I'm with the Vengeance." She said, discarding the Neverseen cloak and showing the double-crossed-axe symbol.

Ooh! Cliffhanger! And remember, review and/or PM for sequel. Hm... maybe if there's at least three, I'll make it, 'cause... I kinda abandoned this one for a long time, so I'm not sure if anyone still reads it, so... bye!

-Verdi