Blitz (Not the bad guy) POV

How come that red ninja, Kai Flamey, dared to interfere with the boy's fear? I laugh loudly, remembering he didn't know of me like that silly, smartish Julien boy. I merely walk forward.

"Down, fido. Down." I snicker.

As usual, the brunette boy crashes into the hard ground, and the Julien kneels to help him up.

Julien gasps, "Kai, no!" The Julien boy has tears starting up. They have obviously been here less than a few days, both of them.

I tell the Julien boy, "Move it or lose your head, buddy. I don't want your friend. Just you." He didn't move.

Zane, if I'm not mistaken, is staring up in a way that shows defiance. It actually gave me a thrill of fear, to see somebody who is both a fire and frozen within himself. I stare at him, looking at him, sitting beside his friend like he isn't scared of me, and never was. He just stared back, tears flowing.

"No." Zane Julien tells me, "You'll kill him anyways, Blitz. Try to make me move."

I raise my eyebrows. He was good at making bluffs, but I am not sure if I'll be able to believe one ever again after all this time.

"Just... Just try, Blaine. I won't... I won't leave him on his own e-ever again, Blitz." He tells me.

He wasn't bluffing.

He was uncertain, and scared of me, but he wasn't going to leave. He was serious, that crazy Julien. Typical of Carter. This was definitely who I'm looking for. Just to see if he was doing an act, I leaped towards him, sword raised behind my head. He stared me in the eyes, waiting to be killed. Brave, isn't the boy?

I stop just before I can slice him in half, and Julien hasn't moved an inch. Kai is starting to get back up, and Zane doesn't rise until Kai does.

I ask, "How do you know my real name? I forgot to think about who I was long ago."

Julien whispers, "Father always told me stories, and I am only just seeing through the veil you have casted over me."

I glance down. Pale skin, one of their black uniforms, only the color of the hood, socks, and sleeves is blood red, unlike Kai's orange-red. Black hair down to my chin. And my supposedly red eyes.

I admit, "Honestly? I wasn't going to kill you... I want to start over, to try again, and you two are my only hope."

Two brats are my only hope. Well, at least they're loyal brats.