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Flug drifts in and out of consciousness, and all he can register when he wakes is pain. He bites down screams whenever 5.0.5 and Demencia have to wake him up to feed him, but that doesn’t stop the sobs, whimpers and tears.

The last thing he registers each time is Demencias worried gaze, before she sticks him with the sedative, and she kisses him until he falls back under.

“Come on Flug, hurry up!” Demencia’s excited voice calls out.

Flug rolls his eyes as she drags him out onto the street. “Demencia, you- I can’t-” Flug cuts off to take a breath. “Slow down!”

She laughs, and turns to him. “You are sooo outta shape.” She mocks playfully.

Flug nods, her mirth infectious as he chuckles between pants. “Yeah yeah. Still, I am human, I have limits. You are genetically engineered to be faster and run longer.”

“Truuuuue~” She sings, pecking him on the cheek before dragging him along once again.

Flug feels a slight heat rise to his cheeks at her kiss. She really is so beautiful…

So distracted is he that he doesn’t notice the world growing darker until he hears a horrified gasp from Demencia.

“Well well. Look who finally decided to come home~”

Flug stiffens at hearing Black’s wicked, gravelly voice. “No no nonononono…” Flug mutters, heart racing as he pulls Demencia behind him with a sudden bout of strength.

Black Hat steps forward, grinning evilly and idly twirling his cane. “My prodigal employees, how nice of you to return~”

The scientist feels his blood turn cold and his grip on Demencia tightens. Fear locks his voice and his limbs. He can’t so much as scream. Demencia tries to pull him away, to get him running, but he remains glued in place, staring in horror.

Black approaches and wraps his hand around Flug’s neck, squeezing tightly. Flug can hear Demencia cry out in alarm.

“Did you really think you could escape me?” Black sneers.

Flug’s pupils tremble as he continues to be frozen, even as he begs himself to at least try to pry Black’s claws off of him. He starts choking for air, eyes watering as his lips part to try and suck in a breath to no avail.

Black Hat’s tendrils manifest, and lash past Flug, and grabbing Demencia, who hisses and growls as she fights the appendages without letting go of Flug’s hand. Flug’s eyes widen in fright and he finally makes himself move, reaching out for her to no success.

Her grip tightens as she starts getting pulled away.

“B-Black Hat p-please-!” Flug wheezes, starting to feel faint as he uses up the last of his breath to beg.

Black chuckles, his grip loosening just enough for Flug to get his breath as Demencia is ripped away from Flug, a tendril lifting her by her throat just above Black Hat.

She claws at the tendril, gagging and gasping for breath.

“She is the reason you left, why don’t I kill her now to keep you with me~”

Flug chokes in air, shaking his head desperately, “N-no, no she…sh-she’s not the r-reason I r-ran sir p-please please d-don’t kill her please!”

Black just laughs, and slams her into the ground with enough force to crack the pavement, her yelp of pain coming out as a gagging noise, and her struggling getting weaker.

“P-please! Please please don’t please I-I’ll never fight you a-again I swear to god sir please!” Flug screams, starting to panic as he sees blood seeping from Demencia onto the ground.

“It’s much too late for that, don’t you think?” Black says, before two tendrils impale Demencia through her head and heart.

Flug screams, digging his nails into Black’s hands to no effect as the light from Demencia’s eyes fade and she drops limply to the floor, her beautiful face now marred with blood and brain matter. “NO!”

“Have you learned your lesson?” Black asks with a smirk, the bloody tendrils retracting and wiping off on her clothing.

Flug shuts his eyes and ducks his head as he starts hyperventilating. No…no not Demi…oh god…why had he thought running was a good idea? His stupidity had gotten her killed…oh god…

When he opens his eyes he sees that he is now in the palm of Black Hat’s clawed hand, the demon grinning maliciously.

He quickly hides his face again, shaking his head still. “No..no…no…D-Demi..” She can’t be dead she can’t…

Black cackles. “Humans and their ‘attachments’. She is dead, you killed her, remember?” The demon mocks.

“No..no…I didn’t w-want this I didn’t want…no…” Flug sobs, digging his fingers into his scalp. “No! B-bring her back! Sh-she can’t be dead!”

“Oh Flug, she can’t come back.” Black coos before laughing again.

“Y-you didn’t h-have to kill her…y-you didn’t have to h-hurt her at all I w-would have c-come b-back!”

Black begins closing his hand over Flug, who seems to grow smaller. “Only to keep sneaking away with her. How dumb do you think I am!?”

Flug curls up and covers his head, still sobbing hard enough to make his chest ache. She can’t be gone. Not just like that. She can’t…

“Flug…” Her voice. He feels a hand on his shoulder.

He raises his head, looking behind him, “D-Demi?”

Her eyes are pure white and empty, a bleeding hole in her chest, and her head. “Flug….” She says again, taking a clumsy step closer.

Flug feels a frightening chill go down his spine, but he doesn’t back away from her. What sort of hypocrite would he be? “D..Demi?”

Her grip on his shoulder tightens. “…kiss me…” Her voice becomes raspy.

Flug winces, taking hold of her wrists gently, “D-Demi you’re h-hurting me-”

Her hand crumbles to dust under his grip. “Kiss… me…” She repeats, her arm disintegrating.

“Oh god…D-Demi don’t go please-” Flug quickly tries to push their faces together to grant her wish, although he feels like vomiting.

However, his hands just make her fall apart faster, and it isn’t long before she is just a pile of dust at his feet.

He closes his hands around the dust in his palms, trembling and kneeling alone in the dark. “…I-I’m sorry…I’m sorry..”

He bolts upright, chest heaving. He looks around to find himself in a double bed hotel room, and Demencia slumbering next to him, safe and sound. Slowly he closes his eyes and drops back down, letting out a wheeze, and holding a hand over his chest.

She stirs, murmuring something incoherent as she snuggles closer to him.

On the other side of him however, he hears a worried whine, and a small blue paw feels his forehead.

Flug turns and gives a small smile. “Hey,” he greets quietly. “It was just a nightmare.”

The small bear nods, and crawls in between Flug and Demencia, and Flug chuckles quietly. His mirth is short-lived as his dream crosses his mind again, causing him to shudder. He looks at Demencia’s sleeping form and wonders if he had made the right decision.

She yawns, and blinks awake, her eyes flitting up to meet Flug’s.

“How ya feelin?” She asks, smiling at seeing him relatively pain free.

“I still feel sick as a dog, but it’s not unbearable anymore.” Flug replies.

Demencia nods, and she sits up to stretch. It’s then he realizes she and 5.0.5. are not in their disguises.

“Demencia, the disguises, did they not-”

“I turned them off while we were in this room to conserve them or whatever. Don’t worry, we are on a higher floor and I kept the curtains closed,” she explains.

“And the car?”

“I had Cortiri program it to drive to the other side of the country, and before it runs out of gas to drive into a lake. It was on a full tank,” she says with a giggle.

“He won’t believe we died,” Flug points out.

“But it will throw him way off if he looks for us,” she says, handing Flug his phone.

Flug nods, taking his phone and unlocking it. No new messages…

“Has he said anything else?” Flug asks.

Demencia shakes her head. “I blocked his number.”

Flug nods, letting out a relieved sigh. That is probably for the best, as each message would no doubt send him into a fit of anxiety.

“So, where are we right now?” Flug asks, setting the phone aside.

“Eastern Canada. Near the coast and a mile from the dock of the ship we will take to Iceland,” she explains, beginning to undress.

Flug shyly averts his eyes. “When does it arrive?” He asks.

“Uhhhh, two days I think. I will have to recheck the schedule. Either way, it gives you more time to recover.”

Flug nods. “How did it go? The trip I mean.”

Demencia shrugs as she finishes getting dressed. “Kinda boring, but I suppose that’s a good thing.”

“It is a very good thing.” Flug agrees, indulging in a stretch.

Demencia turns to him with a grin. “Are you hungry?” She asks as she jumps next to him onto the bed, Flug wincing as his sore body is jostled.

“Yeah, how long has it been si-”

“Since you last ate?” Demencia interrupts. “A few days. I couldn’t get you to wake up.”

Flug gives a guilty sigh. “Sorry.” He apologises.

Demencia giggles and kisses his cheek. “C’mon, lets get you cleaned up before we go down to the hotel cafeteria.”

She helps him to his feet, and he grits his teeth to keep from whimpering as his sick-abused body protests his every movement, and she helps him undress as soon as they enter the bathroom.

Flug feels the heat rise to his cheeks as Demencia looks over his naked form with a smirk, and blush of her own, before she starts the water.

“It has been a month since you bathed last.” She scolds playfully. “I would stay and help you but I have some payments to make and a rental car to arrange.” She says as she helps Flug into the rising warm water. “I will biggify 5.0.5 though so he can help you.”

“Payments?” Flug questions.

“I am paying the hotel staff a bit extra to keep us off the radar.” She says with a smirk. “I will be back in an hour to treat you to the delicious breakfast this place has.” She kisses his forehead, before winking and exiting the bathroom.

He finds himself smiling despite himself, and he sighs. The cobwebs of his nightmare still lurk, but he notes that his anxiety isn’t overwhelming anymore.

Still, he knows he should remain cautious, his b- former boss hates to lose, and there is the possibility that he can never let his guard down.

Flug feels his cheek where Demencia kissed him.

As daunting as the reality of what they did is, he is glad to know he is not in this alone, regardless of the dangers. He by no means wants to see her hurt, but he finds himself glad she came with.

I will never fight you again!

His pleading voice plays back in his mind, and he shudders. He wont let his guard down. Since they are doing this, he has to remain cautious. He knows his anxiety will keep him aware, and as long as he remains so, she will be safe.

A scratching at the bathroom door startles Flug out of his thoughts, and 5.0.5 walks in with a change of clothes for Flug and a towel.

“Hey fives.” Flug greets.

The bear makes a mirthful chirrup and sets the items on the counter before walking up and kneeling at the tub to nuzzle Flugs face.

Flug laughs. “I know i know, I’m sorry I worried you so much buddy.” He says as he reaches up, wincing, to scratch 5.0.5’s ears gently.

The bear leans into his hand with a small happy noise.

Flug chuckles. “Think you can help me out a bit?” He asks. The bear nods in response, and twenty minutes later Demencia returns, her disguise active, to a cleaned, dressed, and disguised Flug.

“I see you’re ready to go.” Demencia says with a grin. “Should we head off?”

Flug nods, finding himself smiling as well, and allows her to take his arm, and drag him out of the hotel room.