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Waking upon a gurney was not how Hex wished to wake up. She went to sit up but was harnessed to the bed. Her heart raced as she looked to her arm. Completely healed. She groaned and tried to break out of the ropes. They had been tied fairly well. Around the bed were just corpses as her breath hitched. Most were unrecognizable. Her heart stopped for merely a second as she remembered what had happened. Flicking her hand, the ropes fell beside her. She got off the bed and circled her wrists.
She walked to the exit of the tent and held up the exit, she looked out to see if anyone had seen her and then walked out of the tent. She made her way to her tent and held up the flag to see a distraught Klaus sitting at the end. She walked over to him to see Dave's empty bed.
"Klaus?" She choked. "K-Klaus? I-I'm here."
Klaus looked up to her. His eyes were reddened. Seeing him like this ripped her heart apart as she placed her arms around his neck. He had held her for a moment, sobbing into her chest and then his breath hitches as he pulled her away and sat back to looked at her.
"What's wrong?"
"I-I thought you died— they told me-"
He hugged her once again, tighter as she fell into his lap. She sobbed softly on his shoulder as he held her in his arms.
A raid went off as she glanced to Klaus and shook her head.
"Shit," she hissed as she bit her lip, "where's the case?"
"It's under my bed, why?"
"We need to leave now!"
"What's going on?"
"I think they found out about my powers."
He grabbed the trunk underneath the bed, he grabbed his vest and placed it around his arms as he opened the suitcase as the two disappeared from the base.
Just as before, the two appeared on a bus. Hex, holding onto Klaus's arms. Her mind still racing as her jaw hardened. She didn't seem to blink as she breathed slow.
But still, something was bothering her as she cleared her throat. She felt empty for some reason, subconsciously she knew the answer to her own questions facing through her mind, but she wanted to know.
"He's dead— isn't he?" She asked him as he nodded, "I-it's my fault, I should have— I could have— now he's-"
"Don't you fucking dare blame this on yourself," he hissed. "It hurts like hell I lost him, but I still have you."
