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Those memories.

Xara's POV.

I doubt I'm even alive. With every passing moment that I spend here, my sanity is slowly disappearing. I know - one day I'll cross the line between black and white, and there will not be any way out. I'll be stuck in the trap of my own mind. Like he is.

I sigh, leaning against the wall. It's warm, but it still feels cool against my hot, sweating body. The straightjacket is too thick, my body can't breathe. Romeo knows how much I care about being always clean - that's why he forced me to stay here, where it's so hot that your sweat is always running down your body. Sometimes I find myself thinking that I would gladly murder for a nice bath or, hell, even a glass of water.

My muzzle is made of metal, which doesn't help at all. It always gets too hot and burns my skin, not to mention how hard it is to breathe hot air. Every breath is a suffer, every movement is pain. I know I can't live like this much longer.

There are times when I walk to the very exit of my cell. I stand there, one part of my soul wishing to just let it go, take a step forward and set everything off. I know it would be too fast to hurt. Just one step - and I'm away from this cell, away from this heat, away from pain and sufferings. One step - and I'm with him.

Be with Fred. That's the only reason I still haven't gone completely mad. Because the other side of my soul reminds me of what happened, it makes me feel as angry as I can possibly be. I need to stay tough. I have to avenge his death! That's what surviving is about.

I close my eyes. There is no reason for me to do something to remember. The memories of those years stand in front of my eyes, like always. It's harder to get away from them, honestly, but now I feel like I have to remember everything once again. It's the only reason why I still have a piece of sanity left in me.

- What's happenning to you?! - I hear Fred's voice, as if he's standing right in front of me.
An array if different colours and flashing Light blinds me for a second. All of a sudden I am back to Oasis, back to that day when it all went wrong.
My heartbeat fastens as I understand what is about to happen. It's too late for me to do anything - the memory gained control of my mind, forcing me to watch it again and again and again.

- No! - I scream, trying to run forward, to stop unevitable from happenning. But I can't move - iron cuffs are wrapped around my wrists, chaining me to the ground. Despite I know that trying to break them is useless, for Romeo has enchanted them with something that my powers can't handle, I still fight against my restraints. I can't let it happen!

- This isn't you! - Fred shouts. I look up, and there they are. In that small room, almost at the very top of the Temple. Two former friends are standing against each other, and I gasp when I see a glowing sword made of pure energy in Romeo's hand. His hair are red as blood, his skin is gray as ashes, his eyes are glowing like fire or lava. There's nothing of him left in this... Monster.

Fred is standing there as well, his hands in front of him as a sign of surrender. He's a no warrior, he can't fight! I once again tug at the chains, praying for them to break. No such luck.
- Please, listen to me! - My best friends begs, sweat running down his light blue skin. - This isn't you, Romeo!

- How do you know?! - He replies, and his voice is different. More evil, less humane. It can't belong to a person, it can't belong to my friend!
- Because we're friends. - Fred's trying to smile weakly. Romeo just huffs and lifts his sword higher.
- Not anymore! - He yells, the end of his blade touching Fred's neck.

- NO! - I shout, pulling on the chains with as much force as I can get. - Get away from him, you...
I can't end - the pain is suddenly piercing through my body and I fall on the floor, screaming in agony. The worst part of all is Romeo's evil laughter. I gasp in realisation - he really does like seing my sufferings.
- Stop it! - Fred grabs his hand, making the monster lose his concentration on me. - Don't you hurt her!
The pain slowly disappears and I stand up, my legs shaking.