Chapter Eight

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Author's Note:

Okay. I made Lia and Aaron both 15 years old and in the 10th grade. I don't know why, I just felt they should be a little older. Oh an I decided to make them be from upstate NY because when I wrote in Lia's POV, I would speak in an Australian accent an it was getting really weird.... Oh an the place where the society started and where the mansion was is now London.

Chapter Eight

After yesterday, finding out all the new information and getting off on the wrong foot with Aaron, I decided to start today on clean slate. I walk down stairs toward where I had been told training would be. Suddenly, I hear a scream. It is of my father. I look to see him running in my direction. He is panting and moving his hands in so many directions. He is yelling something but I cannot hear what he is saying. My father points behind me. I spin my heels around and see Aaron. He looks frightened and shocked. He only speaks three words. 

"He was here."

And those three words make my blood run cold. I stay there shocked, pale faced, and unable to reply to those three words that have come out of Aaron's mouth. 

I look back to we're my father was. He is now standing right in front of me. 

"Kratos. Veronica. Michael. He killed them. Your trainers. Gone. He is warning you, Lia. Run! Aaron and Lia, you must get away from here. Run!" My father shouts and motions us toward the door. With a short hug goodbye, I obey my father and head out the door, Aaron right behind me. As we are about to leave, Aaron needs to ask my father something. 

"Where is my father?" Aaron says, without a single trace of emotion in his voice.

My father looks him straight in the eyes. 

"I don't know." 

And with that, I slam the door shut. Aaron and I begin to run. And run and run. 

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