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Deryn sat in the corner of a dark room with her knees to her chin, arms wrapped around her legs. But she wasn't going to cry. She was a solider, a bad one to get caught up in this, but she was still a solider, and soldiers don't cry. But she was tempted. Alek. She thought they were friends. She thought she could trust him. Deryn was wrong. But she knew better now. Alek=Bumrag.

"Dylan?" The Bumrag entered her room. To be fair, Deryn's kidnapers did give her a nice room in the castle they took her to. It had a nice fluffy bed, which she refused to lay in. Large stain glass windows, which she refused to look out. Nice rich colored carpets, which she was more than happy to walk all over with her wet boots. And now Alek had brought her warm creamy soup, which she slapped from his hands to the floor.

"Get stuffed." She said in her deepest, most aggravated 'Dylan' voice.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know they would take you!" The lying Bumrag sighed. "Please try to understand." He bent down so he could be face to face with her.

"You could have at least tried." She muttered, still trying not to cry.

"You don't understand." He sat down beside her and ran his hand through his hair. "When my parents make a decision, no one can stop them. Believe me, plenty of people have tried."

"You need to grow a spine, mate." Deryn couldn't help it, he was just so sad, his dark green eyes held so much tragedy. And Deryn had so much sympathy; it was hard to stay mad. "I think your parents will listen if it's you."

"Well not anymore. We've kidnaped you. Can't just let you go."

"Do you see now why I arrested you?" To that, he chuckled.

"You can make any situation funny, can't you?" And they smiled at each other, and suddenly, Deryn could see herself wanting to live there, in the middle of nowhere on the ice.

Down in the dining room, the rest of the house hold was eating and discussing what to do with this boy. Naturally, Count Volger had an opinion.

"We shouldn't have brought him here in the first place."

"I just thought that it would be easier for Alek if he had a friend." Sophie said.

"It won't be 'easy' for him when we kill his friend."

"And why would we do that?" Franz said mockingly.

"We can't keep him here, Franz!"

"Why not?"

"Because he's a liability." There was a knock at the door. "Who could that be?" Everyone exchanged odd looks before, reluctantly, Volger got up to answer the door. When he opened the door, there was a well-dressed woman with a bowler hat. "Can I help you, Miss?" Volger asked politely in English.

"Yes, I'm looking for Mr. Dylan Sharp. I believe you have him and I would like him back now."

"You would like him back? Is he yours?"

"Yes." She said simply. "I am Dr. Nora Barlow."

"I am Wildcount Volger." They shook hands.

"Now take me to the boy."

"Dr. Barlow?"

"Mr. Sharp!" She rushed into the castle to hug Dylan Sharp. "Are you alright?"

Speechless.

"Did they hurt you?"

Speechless.

"Why did you into that machine alone?"

Speechless.

"Dylan say something?"

"You HUGGED me."

"Oh he's fine. I'll be taking him back now." Dr. Barlow took Dylan's hand and started to pull him toward the door. Until someone stood in her way.

"I'm sorry, Doctor, but we can't let you two leave. I think you know why by now."

"Yes I do, Your Highness." Archduke Franz Ferdinand smiled at her. Dylan glared at Alek. Alek was, for the first time in his life, ashamed of his father.

(WOW. I'm so sorry. I think this is really crappy, but I don't know what to do. So sorry. Thanks if you got this far. It'll get better, I promise.)

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Deryn sat in the corner of a dark room with her knees to her chin, arms wrapped around her legs. But she wasn't going to cry. She was a solider, a bad one to get caught up in this, but she was still a solider, and soldiers don't cry. But she was tempted. Alek. She thought they were friends. She thought she could trust him. Deryn was wrong. But she knew better now. Alek=Bumrag.

"Dylan?" The Bumrag entered her room. To be fair, Deryn's kidnapers did give her a nice room in the castle they took her to. It had a nice fluffy bed, which she refused to lay in. Large stain glass windows, which she refused to look out. Nice rich colored carpets, which she was more than happy to walk all over with her wet boots. And now Alek had brought her warm creamy soup, which she slapped from his hands to the floor.

"Get stuffed." She said in her deepest, most aggravated 'Dylan' voice.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know they would take you!" The lying Bumrag sighed. "Please try to understand." He bent down so he could be face to face with her.

"You could have at least tried." She muttered, still trying not to cry.

"You don't understand." He sat down beside her and ran his hand through his hair. "When my parents make a decision, no one can stop them. Believe me, plenty of people have tried."

"You need to grow a spine, mate." Deryn couldn't help it, he was just so sad, his dark green eyes held so much tragedy. And Deryn had so much sympathy; it was hard to stay mad. "I think your parents will listen if it's you."

"Well not anymore. We've kidnaped you. Can't just let you go."

"Do you see now why I arrested you?" To that, he chuckled.

"You can make any situation funny, can't you?" And they smiled at each other, and suddenly, Deryn could see herself wanting to live there, in the middle of nowhere on the ice.

Down in the dining room, the rest of the house hold was eating and discussing what to do with this boy. Naturally, Count Volger had an opinion.

"We shouldn't have brought him here in the first place."

"I just thought that it would be easier for Alek if he had a friend." Sophie said.

"It won't be 'easy' for him when we kill his friend."

"And why would we do that?" Franz said mockingly.

"We can't keep him here, Franz!"

"Why not?"

"Because he's a liability." There was a knock at the door. "Who could that be?" Everyone exchanged odd looks before, reluctantly, Volger got up to answer the door. When he opened the door, there was a well-dressed woman with a bowler hat. "Can I help you, Miss?" Volger asked politely in English.

"Yes, I'm looking for Mr. Dylan Sharp. I believe you have him and I would like him back now."

"You would like him back? Is he yours?"

"Yes." She said simply. "I am Dr. Nora Barlow."

"I am Wildcount Volger." They shook hands.

"Now take me to the boy."

"Dr. Barlow?"

"Mr. Sharp!" She rushed into the castle to hug Dylan Sharp. "Are you alright?"

Speechless.

"Did they hurt you?"

Speechless.

"Why did you into that machine alone?"

Speechless.

"Dylan say something?"

"You HUGGED me."

"Oh he's fine. I'll be taking him back now." Dr. Barlow took Dylan's hand and started to pull him toward the door. Until someone stood in her way.

"I'm sorry, Doctor, but we can't let you two leave. I think you know why by now."

"Yes I do, Your Highness." Archduke Franz Ferdinand smiled at her. Dylan glared at Alek. Alek was, for the first time in his life, ashamed of his father.

(WOW. I'm so sorry. I think this is really crappy, but I don't know what to do. So sorry. Thanks if you got this far. It'll get better, I promise.)