"There are no goodbye for us. Wherever you are, you will always be in my heart."-Mahatma Gandhi.

Chloe's POV:

I gaze at the clouds that moved slowly in the clear sky. I suck in the air sharply, trying to clam my breathing. 

The cold breeze of winters hits my sweaty body, cooling it down. The velvety grass below me sways as the wind blows, sending tingles over my bare arms.

"Chloe come one, get up. I'll teach you one last trick." I groan at him.

I tilt my head upwards and scowl at Aiden who stood in front, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Cut me some slack will you. You suck as a trainer." He rolls his eyes and bends towards me. With his one arm he yanks me up swiftly back to my feet making my head spin.

I yelp loudly, as the wind cuts through my loose and messy hair from the force. I place my palm on the side of my head trying to adjust my vision and look up at Aiden smirking at me.

"Brat." I mutter under my rough breath.

Everyone were gloomy since the morning, knowing its time to bid Eric farewell. The kid tried to keep a tough stance but ended up crying seeing Melissa and Emma break down.

Currently all of us are on the ground, waiting for the lunch and to bid an inevitable farewell to Eric after that. All of his belongings were packed and set ready at the reception in the asylum. It was said that his parents will arrive around the evening.

The three girls sat with Eric on one of the benches, chatting with him non-stop. 

I should be there too.No doubt.

I look at Aiden with an urge to punch him and run away but swallow it down. This guy suddenly felt like teaching me how to tackle and self defense when needed.

Out of nowhere.

It was one of the worst decisions I made when I provoked him stating he may not know how to even kick or punch. To compensate my misjudgment here I'm with Aiden trying to learn some dumb tricks.

Why will I even need these?

"Lets practice that one move again." He says sternly keeping an unreadable expression on his features.

I mumble incoherent words under my breath as he walks behind me. I stand idle waiting for him to continue.

Two large arms grab my waist from behind making my back collide to his chest. This was the second time we were doing how-to-defend-yourself trick when someone grabs you from behind.

 My senses perked up making me wild and alert. It made me feel uncomfortable as my personal place was closed. I tried to wriggle out of his strong grasp only for him to tighten it.

I'll end up bruised for sure.

"Focus Chloe." He barks making me flinch.

Aiden never goes easy when it comes to training. Noted.

I grit my teeth, clenching my sweaty fist. I slightly bend down and raise my left foot before landing it harshly over his feet. I cringe as he hisses.

It didn't matter if I hurt him during the training. ' It tickles me' was all he quoted at my punches and kicks.

I don't give him enough time to process before I straighten my back and use all my strength left within me for the final blow. I push my head back with a strong force managing to hit his jaw, since my height cant reach his nose, his grip on my waist loosens.

I take it as a golden chance, turning swiftly in his loose arms. I raise my knee towards his abdomen but halt. I smirk when his eyes widen, preparing for a dreadful pain to come ahead.

I back off from and sigh in relief. " So..H-how w-was that?" I try to catch my breath while speaking to him as he stands staring back in shock. 

A small sly smile breaks on his features and his words lit my face. "Well done, you pass."

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I dive into the food as if I starved for two days. The dumb training got me restless if not, it made my former sore muscles feel even worse.

I glance at Eric and grin as he eats the left over cookies which I made sure to hide away from everyone just for him. He notices me from across the table and grins in appreciation making me mimic him.

I mentally took a quick look across the hall wondering if Xavier showed up. My eyes scan the other tables when it lands on the crystal blue ones. They were already staring at me before I had the chance to. 

I pause, staring back but he manages to give a genuine smile this time but recalling past incident with him,  heat rushes over my face.

He noticed it, and chuckles, turning away leaving me some room.

Damn it.

 I look down and chew my bread trying to avoid looking in his direction anymore. Melissa looks at me and wiggles her thin eyebrows, bumping her elbow to Emma.

I glare at her as Emma smirks at me knowingly and returns back to feeding Bella beside her.

Melissa didn't bother believing me yesterday when I tried lying to her what Xavier did was because he happened to swap again but it turned out a disaster because she did end up witnessing the whole thing with Emma.

She did mention I have something to do with Xavier's current cheery personality. Based on his recent tests he is frequently found being his normal self rather than his younger version. His nurse hyped up learning the new information praying that it will soon lead to his recovery.

For some reason, I made my heart swirl. He will be fine and I could possibly be the one to help.

Everyone talks and chats normally trying to keep the atmosphere easy for Eric who battled with his inner self not to shed a single tear anymore.

Minutes turn to hours as they pass by quickly. The sad and inevitable time finally arrives as we all stand outside the asylum near the new office.

Rachel and Trinity were the first ones to bid their farewell. His parents met each of us and a huge relief poured within me when I discovered that his foster parents cared for Eric.

There was only one thought that bothered me deeply.

Why leave Eric all by himself for a matter of few months in an unknown place?

He's just a kid!

I shake my head trying to clear the negative thoughts as they kept growing at the back of my head.

We all stood near the gate as the guards took Eric's luggage to the car that waited outside with his parents. I bite the side of my lip as it trembles not knowing how it became harder to bid a farewell as each second passed.

The sky turned purple, as the sun sets behind the horizon. The cold wind swirled strongly just like everyone's emotions at present.

Aiden and Melissa wrap Eric in their arms mumbling their soothing words to him. I admire as he smiles not shedding a single tear as he stares back at them. This was the toughest time for the trio.

They both knelled in front of him giving one last hug. I faintly make out how his lips quiver and his eyes swell with tears but he fights them back.

"You're my boy, so stay strong." Aiden holds his shoulder tightly, patting his back and getting up. Eric nods his head, grinning at his words and turns to Mel.

Mel was nothing but a crying mess.

She sniffs loudly, her cheeks and nose red from all the weeping. She gives a tight hug which Eric returns with the same passion. " If anyone bullies you, come back to us. We will deal with them." Eric chuckles at her and wipes her tears away.

After Emma cries and hugs him. She wishes him a great future and hands him a card she made in the classroom.

I walk over to Eric bending down to his level. I saw thousands of emotions swirl in those grey orbs. A loud horn echoes making us snap our heads towards the gate. 

It's time.

Eric looks at me, this time a small stray of tear falls down and I frown. I wipe it away with my thumb and the boy crashes into me, wrapping his tiny arms around my waist, snuggling closer.

I fought my own tears as they threatened to spill out and I secure my arms around his frame. A soft sob escapes his lips.

"You are a strong boy Eric. Keep going and never feel down. I'll miss you." My voice trails off into a whisper. A place a gentle kiss over his forehead just like earlier and back away.

Stay strong, don't break down in front of the kid. Not now..

Trinity walks over to him, taking his hand. Those grey eyes land on each of us filling with more water. He shoots us a grateful smile speaking millions of words before he disappears behind the gates.

Everyone waved at him, he cried back, yelling he will miss us.

I stare at the gates as they close after their departing figures.

Good luck my boy.

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Rachel allowed me to stay back and look around at the book shelf in the office. Both the doctors excused themselves to do final check-up of their respective patients before dinner.

I sat on the ground in the middle of scattered papers that I caught a glimpse of yesterday. My heart beats faster as I hold the first one in front of me.

'Massacre of Hilton's town-19 Feb,2018.'

My eyes scan the printed letters reading the article greedily trying to process every bit of information it gave. It contained the information of few people gone missing with their pictures on the paper, several cases of robbery and road accidents were reported. Other paragraphs explained the reason for the jail break that was led and planned skillfully by the serial killers. 

I read further down to find the info I was familiar with about the Trxyonate. The page explained how it was originated by the former scientists in one of the largest labs in a town. The scientist that created the drug were suspended as they were found testing it on the people.

It startled me as I read the further details indicating that those two scientist became one of the wanted serial killers. The side of the page contained information about the two killers who gave rise to other numerous killers, multiplying their gang and spreading a terror.

I swallow hard as I placed the paper down, picking up the other one. My eyes read the bold  headlines.

'Tragic death of Serial killer, Paul and the murder of a great scientist Dr.Steve-19 Feb,2018'

I take a deep breath and dive into more information.

I scan the words as they kept running all along the page with other several headlines related to this incident.

One of them stated that the Scientist was caught in an unfortunate accident with his wife on a highway, between two towns. One Versley Town and other Willow's town.

I furrow my eyebrows reading further. It told that the most wanted serial killer was shot dead near their car accident. Various theories of experts stated that the Doctor was hunted down as he was almost done with the antidote of Trxyonate.

The death of Paul was assumed to be first in self defense by the doctor. Other theories stated that the scientist's car was purposely trashed away. It was planned by Paul himself along with some of the other killers who may have left him after his death.

I close my eyes shut. A sudden wave of nauseaousness hitting me. I pinch the the brink of my nose and massage my forehead as a headache starts to appear.

Within seconds the simple ache turned into a earth shattering pain as I clutched my head between my hands. I groan in pain and wince as it worsens the moment I move around.

Tears brim my eyes as the pain grows, agonizing me. 

Oh no.. not again. 

A low guttural groan leaves me, numbing my senses, my vision fading slowly.

".."

"You're...never..found-"

"I'll finish her-"

I grit my teeth, grinding it. At first I thought someone spoke to me only to realize that unknown voices started to ring in my head making me burst with new streak of pain. 

I didn't bother trying to reciprocate the meanings of it or try to remember them as the headache took a greater toll on me. It takes about few minutes as it disappears leaving me alone in the empty office.

I lean behind, sweating and panting in pain. I stayed there for what seemed like hours. Moving an inch made me go dizzy so I stayed till I could gather enough energy and I push myself picking up one more paper.

I hiss, as another wave of pain hits me. I try to move slowly over the scattered papers, settling down once again with a loud hiss.

 I look down to notice these were the current dated papers. I squint my eyes as I read one of them telling there are sudden increase of Trxyonate cases in Brooklyn's town, where I live presently.

I place the huge sheets down unable to read any further. My head feels so sore that I wanted nothing but a good sound sleep. I lazily gather up the newspapers , not minding them if they get shuffled with new ones and place them back into the shelf.

I get up and walk out of the office back into the asylum. My surroundings felt numb as I headed towards my room. It felt like my skull would crack into two pieces any moment from the unknown burden.

It hurts the most at one particular side of my head, that caused me my misery of amnesia and coma.

"I know right, it feels so empty without him."

"I hope we meet again."

Emma, A , Mel all sat chatting in the room as I ignored them and walked towards my heavenly bed. I spot Bella already sleeping on her bed next to me.

"Chloe, you look like a zombie. You good?" Aiden shouts but I ignore him and crash into the soft covers. Melissa follows behind him.

"Sleep tight, I'll save your food in my stomach."

The moment my eyelids close, I was out like a light.

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Buckle up ma friends. A  wild storm is about to approach.

Warning: Stay calm while reading the next chapter.(I guess lol?)

Love,

Cadance.