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The debates about Krissy and Bryce are fascinating.  Thanks for reading and commenting.

Maria's house was West, that was all he was really sure of. It was time to go back. It had been a week and he was sure he would have to return before the woman thought he had ran away. It could bode horribly for Krissy. He thought about it though, running away. But then he imagined it, getting away and coming back with help only for the big house to be empty side from Krissy's mutilated body. He had thrown up the grubs he had consumed at the thought and ringing had filled his ears as his whole world tilted. He didn't think the thought again.

His flesh was hot to touch and he felt ill, weak legged and grudging stomach. He was hazily aware that his leg smelled and looked unhealthy. But he was out of it. He only had one thing on his mind and it was getting back, back for Krissy. Back so Maria wouldn't be mad at him or Krissy.

He left early in the morning. There was no one else in the woods but him, which gave him more confidence that his 'survival experience' was over. With no one chasing and shooting at him, the woods looked different. They were actually beautiful with their ancient trees. It was quieter as well. It was so quiet that he almost fell asleep on his feet a few times.

Bryce didn't take breaks, he only moved along, falling over moss-covered rocks and getting up again. He ignored the burning in his sides and ache in his leg and climbed over logs and pushed passed bushes.

A cough tumbled by his lips, nearly sending him off his feet.

It was well pass sundown when Bryce stumbled onto Maria's manicured backyard. With blurry eyes he looked up at the brick home. His tired eyes zeroed in on the light hanging on the back of the house.

Krissy was there.

His leg gave out on him the first wooden step of the patio, he hit it hard.

"I must admit, I'm impressed."

He looked up and squinted. He could only see two dark outlines, one big and one small at the top of the patio. But he could recognize Maria's voice in a whisper in a room full of voices.

"But I'm pissed because now I have to keep my word."

He wondered fuzzily when she was going to stop being pissed.

(B)(B)

"You're more trouble then you're worth."

It were her words which brought him back into the world of the consciousness. Even though in his dreams he had still been in the woods – running, hiding, running, hiding – he woke back in his basement prison.

There's an IV in his arm and he's laying on a couple of folded blankets on the floor. His leg hurts, but it was bandaged and his skin is almost free of all dirt. Instead of his torn jeans and sweatshirt, now he wore another sweatshirt and sweatpants. He groaned in pain, his head rolling around.

Maria stood over him, arms crossed.

"Why do you continue on?" She glowered at him. "Why did you crawl back here like a dumb beaten dog knowing what was waiting for you?"

He frowned and blinked drowsily. What was she talking about? He couldn't think straight.

"I had a plan and yo-"

His mind being under a cloud of fog, he was unable to think straight, which prompted the first thing to come to his mind to come out of his mouth. "Krissy... Can I see Krissy, Mother?"

The woman stared at him, face blank. "She has no wish to see you."

Liar. He bolted upright and snarled despite the agony moving and the words caused him. "Liar! What have you done to her? What have you..." He began to cough, his whole body bending in on itself. He wheezed. He was angry, livid. How could he hide Krissy from him? How could she take his air away like that. No. Krissy was more important than air itself. If he failed Krissy again he fails himself.

Maria raised an eyebrow at his outburst, a thoughtful expression coming to then leaving her face as he caught his breath.

Suddenly Bryce was yanked harshly left by his collar, which he hadn't even noticed was once again around his neck, his head smacked into the floor. He looked up at the blank-faced woman with a grimace, he was dazed. "Please, mother" he whispered brokenly as tears filled his eyes. He had to see Krissy.

"Do not think because you behaved like an animal for a week, Bryce, that you are one that hasn't already been tamed! Have you forgotten who is in control here?" She hissed. His face went blank but his breathing doubled. "If you really want to see your precious Krissy so badly, behaving would be in your best interest." A spark in his otherwise blank green eyes appeared.

His still slightly covered in dirt hands reach out and grasps the sleeves of her blouse. Her gaze flickered down to his hands before returning to his face, expression unreadable.

Marcus shifted in the corner of the room.

"Please..." He quietly said as he let her go, green eyes open and pleading. "I'm sorry, Mother." Maria straightened her back, let go of Bryce's chain, and eyed the wide-eyed boy in front of her. "Can I please see Krissy?" His hand pressed into the ground as he fully sat back onto the blankets. "Please..."

Maria smiled brilliantly after awhile, eyes darting quickly over his face. It was like the woman had found a cave full of diamonds and Bryce realized too late that in a way she had. She had found out for sure that Krissy was really his greatest weakness.

"I'll see if she is willing to see you." The woman finally said. "You should be thankful for my kindness, you've caused a lot of problems late. You used up resources belonging to me because of a wound you acquired on your own." Her gaze went to the IV. "Now I'm doing you a favor. Remember my kindness, Bryce."