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Part. 12

Roman's POV

I can't say anything about what Thomas told us. He said it would put us in danger. He also told us that he knows where Virgil is! I have to keep this short because we're going to look for him tomorrow and it's already 11pm.

Good night dearest diary. The great Roman must leave you.

Virgil's POV

"You're kidding me! How the hell am I supposed to find him if he lives in one of the million of trash cans!" I jumped from rooftop to rooftop, trying to find this Remus dude.

I searched for hours until I saw, "the fuck?" It was a trash can surrounded by deodorant. 'Might as well go say hi, gonna kill him anyway.' I slid down a pipe and landed softly outside the trash can.

I walked up to it and lifted the lid. Inside was a man. He was curled up and asleep, with pirate looking clothes made out of trash. I nudged him awake, my sleeve pulled up over my hand. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Anxiety, it that you? How are you out of the lab?" He quickly jumped up and wrapped me in a hug, damn he smelled bad!

"Are you Remus?" He looked at me, confused, "Course it's me, we practically grew up together, how could you forget me?" Now it was my turn to be confused. "I think you might be thinking of someone else, my name isn't actually Anxiety it's just a code name."

"Code name, what on earth do ya need a code name for? You're name is Anxiety, because that's what you do, absorb people's anxiety." I took a step away from him. "I don't take away anxiety, I place it in others." I shook my head to clear my thoughts. "I have a few questions for you Remus." He nodded. "Okay, so first off, how do you know me?"

"We grew up together. You always would come talk to me when the other sides were jerks to ya. It was us against the world." Okay, don't remember any of that. "Alright, next question. What do you know about my 'power'?" He chuckled. "I don't know much, the scientist never told us anything. Are you alright? You're asking silly questions."

"I'm fine, I do have one more question for you. Do you know anyone with a snake face?" The emotions on his face kept changing. Shock, fear, hope, happiness, back to shock. "Deceit? You mean you've seen him? Is he okay?!?"

"He wants you dead, Remus."