Aya's Pov.
I sit looking at Logan. I study him in ways. I don't know why, I guess I'm just curious. Hes very diffrent from Hesh his own brother. Logan reminds me a lot of myself. Before all this had happend. He is stubborn though which doesn't help with wars. Nore with our methods.

When I truly do think about it I relize how much we have in common. I was really forced to join federation though. Since my own father is in this orginization. Thats why they put me in with the American side for a bit. For me to study their tactics. Their weaknesses. Their own ways...

But that no longer matters. In ways nothing really matters. I just know I have fallen to the dark hands of the federation. I just don't want my father getting killed. No kid wants that to happen... I want to fight with the ghosts but at the same time I don't want to.

When we were going to once and for all kill him in his caravan. The reason Rorke wasn't there was because I told him our plan. I told him the exact time and everything. I care about my dad. I never want harm to come.

I see Logan's hand twitch a little. I look at him seeing his eyes begin to open. Rorke was in the room to so he automatically walk over to Logan. He drowsly forced his eyes open.

Rorke forces Logan's face to look straight at his. He just closes his eyes so he doesn't have to look at Rorke. This made Rorke chuckle.

" Goodmorning sunshine!" Happily states Rorke. I can't help but roll my eyes. I don't think Rorke liked it since he glared at me. But that means nothing to me right now.

Logan looks at me and chuckles a little but also frowns. The time in my own house. The time I made the decision to either gas or not. I shouldn't have done it. But I had to.

I look at Logan with a little frown. My dark brown eyes always are glossy because of depression. I am still sitting where I was sitting. But I relize what I had done. I litterally helped Rorke succed in capturing and sending the ghosts down to hell. It was like Nazi Germany when it came to him. I remember when I saw him the first time in years that he could be a brother of Adolf Hitler.

I continue to stare blankly at Logan. I finally processed the beating he was receiving and I couldn't take it. I ran over and grab Rorkes arm while elbowing him in the gut.

" Sorry." I say softly so no one could hear. But I know Logan heard it. He stares at me with plead to release him. I quickly get caught off gaurd and pinned to the wall.

" What do you think your doing?" Asked Rorke with a hiss in his words. I gulp a little while staring at him.

" Well what did it look like I was doing?" I ask quickly. He glares daggers at me. I gulp again. I try looking at Logan barly seeing him cuting his hands free. My eyes were brought back to Rorkes face. My eyes were litterally as huge as an elephant. I could feel my face start heating up to. I barly hear the snap of one of Logan's rope as he finally gets free. He stands quietly and starts sneaking to the door.

Rorke turns his head allowing me to finally get the advantage. I move his arm slamming it into the wall. He looks back to the spot I was but I had slipped out of his grip. I grabed the cut rope and ran quickly to Rorke slamming his body into the wall. I wrap the rope around his wrist.

As he falls to the ground I run out the room. I pull out my knife and pistol since Logan could possibly kill me any second now. I knew I had to be prepared.

Before I started heading towards the room with the others in it I had to barricade the door. I placed an unloaded gun to wedge the door. I start towards the new objective. But I knew it was coming. Before I even could think I was pined to the wall.

" Logan." I say gently as I feel his knife dig a little deeper.

" Why?" Asks Logan. I look at him confused. Until I figure it out. " Why did you save me? Why would you risk your life for the enimie. Most importantly why do you even CARE?!?" He emphisis the last word. I felt my heart ach as he continued to glare at my eyes. I want to look away but I can't. Instead I let out a little wimper as I feel the knife cut a little deeper into my neak.

" I.... I...." I started studdering. I can feel my face begin to become hot. I stare into Logan's eyes searching for an escape route. It appears when we hear people running down our corridor. I beg him to run over to the door and he does so but dragging me with. We sat in silence in the dark of the room. I start sinking my head into Logan's shirt. I can hear his heartbeat. I feel my self finally calm down. He looks at me with his deep dark brown eyes. I feel his warm hand fit my cheek. I smile a little. But that smile quickly fades away.

When we couldn't hear anymore footsteps we exited the room. My frown still on my face. Logan just stares at me confused. I look down out of habit. It wasn't long ago that Logan was going to die by Rorke because of me so that's mostly what was eating my insides. It was tearing me limb to limb. I felt that bad for what was about to happen.

" What's the matter?" Whispers Logan with consern in the tone of the whisper. I shrug as I begin to walk towards the room they were keeping the other ghosts.

As we reach the room I can feel my body tense. I start to tighten the grip on my blood covered knife as we continue to walk. We open the door as I shoot all the gaurds surrounding the outer part of the room. Hesh looks at me but looks away quickly. I tilt my head out of again habit. Logan cuts them all free and with that I took my leave. I left the room without them knowing. I head back to the room I had barricaded.

By the time I reach the room guns are pointed at me. I smirk at the sight. Rorke looks at me displeased. I put my hands up dropping the clips from my pistol. I drop the blood covered knife infrount of me.

Everything had gone dark.....