And His Name was Virgil - Sanders Sides

Mission: Impossible

A/N: IMPORTANT: BEFORE YOU READ THIS NEW CHAPTER, PLEASE GO BACK AND READ THE PREVIOUS ONES! I have made quite a few major changes to the plot, and this chapter won't make sense unless you know what the changes are. I love you guys, thank you all so much for 500 reads!

/TW: anger, threats, panic attack\

Roman

I am genuinely perturbed by the fact that this may actually work.

Remus and I are sitting against the wall separating the generator from the rest of the courtyard. We've already come up with a plan get the generator well and truly destroyed. I'm going to lift Remus up on my shoulders, and he's going to melt the generator into a ball of disfigured metal. I won't get to witness it (unfortunately) but I know it'll be absolutely glamorous.

I feel a sense of...well, I don't know how to describe it. I just know that this is a very good feeling.

Remus is telling me about the moss ball collection he misses oh so much from back home. I'm not paying attention, because I am not very invested in his strange interests, so I only respond in one-word answers and occasional gestures.

I think about our younger sister, Victoria.

She was a pain in the ass, most of the time, but we both still loved her. I remember we would play a lot of Mario cart as a trio, and she (somehow) always managed to beat the both of us, even though we were both older than her. She had some crazy skills when it came to that game.

I remember watching her beam with pride and joy as she watched me perform on stage. I remember her face when she was about to tattle on us, and how I used to braid her hair when she asked me to.

The last thing I ever did was fight with her.

I don't remember what we were fighting about, that's how stupid it was, but I vividly remember telling her that I hated her, and I wish she had never existed. I felt guilty after saying it, but I never apologized.

That is my deepest regret to this very day, but I will never say that to Remus, or to anyone for that matter.

"Hey, Roman?"

I perk up from hearing my name. "What is it, you gross banana peel?"

"What do you think Vicky's been doing these past three years?"

I shrug, because I genuinely don't know. She's thirteen now, I think. She's in middle school, most likely, and probably finding every way possible to roast her teachers and prove that her methods are correct. She's a smart ass, and I'm proud of her for it. She would get along very well with Virgil, I suspect.

"Remus, I'm curious; what was the last thing you said to her?" I ask.

Remus sighs. I've never heard him actually sigh before. "I was telling her about the anatomy of Bill Cipher."

I snort. "Of course you were."

Remus looks...sad. It's confusing to see that on his face. "I didn't know it was going to be the last time I saw her."

I will not tell him, I will not tell him.

Roman, Remus!

I jump in surprise and Remus cackles. Logan's sending us a telepathic message; he can use his telepathic powers, even with the collar activated.

Virgil and I have approximately thirty seconds before a guard will catch us, hurry!

We both smirk at each other. I crouch down, and Remus gets onto my shoulders. I stand up to my full height.