not everything is as it seems

6b: Betrayal tastes the sweetest when it is deserved.

(Takes place before the fight w/ Dedan; Batter's POV somewhat)

Walking through Dedan's lair was interesting, especially the way he set it up. Having been through the layout multiple times before, the Batter knew it like the back of his hand. As a matter of fact, before he took to this particular obsession, he ventured throughout the many zones. This one place took the top of his most peculiar places he has ever visited. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't give notice to the fact that you were plotting something, but he did notice your burning gaze on his back.

"What's the matter with you?" He turned around and called out to you. Snapping out of whatever trance you were in, you just shook your head as if to signal that nothing was the matter with you. Accepting that as an answer he turned back around and continued. Unbeknownst to him, he was slowly losing control over the situation at hand. Before he could react a group of strings wrapped around his neck cutting off any room to breathe.

Struggling, the Batter violently jerked around in hopes to throw whoever was choking him to the ground, but his attempts were in vain. The room was turning dark while spinning, a sickly sweet laughter rung out behind him. It hit him like Dedan's fist to his face, to think he could place some trust in you. How foolish he was to loosen the leash. Now his actions were biting back more ferocious than his bite. As his final breaths exited his lungs he could hear your last words towards him, dripping with disgust and pride.

"Oh, how the tables have returned, I thought you would give more of a fight. Nevertheless, I did what was asked of me. Isn't betrayal the sweetest when it is deserved. After all it is the best to kill the problem before it gets any bigger." Alpha was the final nail to his small coffin, slicing his head clean off like a guillotine.

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He woke up with a gasp, his hand immediately reaching for his neck, only to take notice that it didn't happen. He could hear a few snickers for those on the train and in his head.

"We should kill her." A raspy voice spoke up from the depths of his mind.

"No we shouldn't you dumb fuck." A second, more aggravated voice spoke up. "That retarded broad was our ticket through fuckhead number 1. She could be our straight shot to the asshats ruling this clusterfuck of a country."

"Fair point... Then we shall dispose of her when she's provided the full extent of her purpose" the first replied.

"Doesn't mean we still don't have to keep an eye on her, we just saw how quick she killed us. It is very easy to lose her to them." He piped up. "Until then though, we have to keep a firm grasp on reality."

(A/n-

Yikes it took me way too long to write this chapter, especially with it being so short. To make up for it, I created a little something!)

"Oh my love, I happened to lose Hugo again..." the Queen called out. The King put down his book looking over to the Queen as she displayed clear signs of distress.

"Don't worry my dear, he's outside observing the garden with Melody . Perhaps you would like to join them?" She gave a silent nod of confirmation. Standing up, he walked over to the Queen, gently leading her outside, carefully enough to make sure she wouldn't fall on the sudden drops of the steps.

"Oh, I wish I could finally see these flowers..." The Queen's hand glided over the petals of the peony, longing for the day she could finally see the beauty of the world, and her husband's and son's faces.

"Don't worry my dear. I am doing my best to find out what it is I need to do so you can see." Placing a gentle kiss on her head, he placed her in the care of Melody. "In which I have to do now, my dear." Perhaps later I can read you a book." A weak smile crossed her face.

"Perhaps."

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This was absolutely frustrating. No matter how hard he looked he couldn't find the answer to his wife's aliment. Experimenting with eyes was difficult. None of them seemed to work. He tried every type he could find, it just didn't work. Tears of frustration welled up in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he paced around his lab. Thinking of possible solutions was difficult, especially when the options for this were getting very slim. His thoughts raced wildly, each of them a repeat of the other.

Till it hit him. There were still 2 possible options for this. A wicked grin spread across his face. Of course! Why didn't he think of this before? It required two special specimens, and getting them wasn't easy. But he knew just the trick to do it. Although it was going to be painful, only for the receiving party, as long as he got what he needed. After all he did love his wife dearly, and was willing to do anything for her.