14. I'm Sorry

This couldn't be. This was not happening. I couldn't let this happen. Oh Victor I'm so sorry!

Like a fool, I wasted one whole precious hour doing nothing but sobbing, weeping and crying. I was so lost that I had no idea what to do.

Victor was kidnapped and it was all my fault. I left him alone even though he didn't want to be. And now he was kidnapped and taken to god knows were and I didn't even have a clue as to where.

I couldn't even look into Victor's thoughts since he might be still unconcious. If he would be awake, I could understand the location.  But until then, I'm completely useless.

I flew to where the other boys were huddled. Their agency guards where swarming everywhere with the police, ready to strike if they saw anything out of the ordinary. The guards forced the boys to go back to the building but they just wouldn't budge. Lee Roy took the Tmorrow boys back to the building, back to safety.

I sat down beside a crying Heli, who was trying to comfort another cry baby Justin. They were so broken, and seeing them broken killed the remaining part of me that was still alive.

What use was I, if I couldn't save the very people I was meant to save? My very purpose for becoming a guardian was to save them and I failed.

Victor was stuck in some where lord only knew and I, his guardian had no idea where. He must have been waiting for me, wishing that I would show up. Only that I never did.

My thoughts were interrupted by sudden fear clouding my brain. It wasn't my fear. It was Victor's.

He was finally awake! And he was calling for me! Even if that ment he was scared.

I rushed up towards the sky in full speed, trying to get myself as far as possible from the crowd. I cleared my head and only concentrated on Victor's fear, of what he wanted me to see.

He was isolated, at least for now. He was in a dark and dismal room, with only a source of green light coming from a lamp that hung above him. The place was so unfamilier I had no idea where this could be in all of America.

Hanna was in America, that was for sure and she must also have been in New York since their journey was for just an hour or so I thought.

But were in New York exactly? New York was a lare city, where on earth could I find him?

The only door in the room creaked open and Hanna appeared, much to Victor's fear. Victor was crouched on the floor, like a lost lamb and my blood started heating for Hanna. The bitch she can be to make him feel like this.

She approached him and stood a few feet away. She did not sit down nor touch him. She just stood there staring down at him, no expression in her face.

"What do you want?" Victor asked with all the bravery he had. I smiled despite my fear at how brave Victor actually was than I thought.

Hanna didn't reply for a long time. A while later she just blurted out one word that made Victor's skin crawl. "You."

She stared at him for a response, but Victor just kept breathing hard as of something was suffocating him. I needed to find a way in and quickly.

"At least that was what I wanted before you turned me down and made me look like a fool." Hanna continued, her voice suddenly taking the octave. "The police are already searching for you. Which makes me a bad person. I shall never be eccepted in society again!"

Like that Hanna started crying. Victor didn't know what to do. So he just stared at her. A while later, she turned to him.

"And it's all because of YOU. YOU DID THIS TO ME! I ONLY WANTED YOU! BUT YOU DENIED ME! IF I CAN'T HAVE, NO ONE WILL."

Just as she started crying so suddenly, she was laughing like a mad woman then. Victor was so terrified, he could not even utter a single word.

What did she mean by her last sentence? What would she do to him? Would she kill him?

My queston was ansered by her.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you. That won't be so painful as to what you did to me. I will give you a fate far worst than death. A fate were no one will love you. The great Victor King." Saying that, she bent down and caressed Victor's face with her index finger.

Victor shuddered at her touch. As quickly as she came in, she was gone and Victor was sobbing. I had to let Victor know I was watching. But I was in doubt whether he would here my voice or not.

If he was desperate for me, he would. Those were the rules. Ones desperation leads them to their wishes.

I took a deep breath and let it out. "Victor?"

I called but no reply. "Victor?"

I tried again. No reply again. "Victor, it's me."

When I started thinking it was useless, Victor's words rang out. "Gu-guardian? Is that you?"

I almost squealed in relief. "Yes! Yes it's me! Its me, Victor! Are you okay?"

To this, Victor started crying harder. "Help...m-me."

That was it. I could not take it any longer. All the tears started gushing out of my eyes like a water fountain.

"Victor! Oh Victor! I'm so so very sorry! I'm sorry!" I sounded so desperate, I knew Victor could sense it.

But I couldn't stop myself. Soon, my tears of apology turned into tears of anger.

That wench. She dared to do a thing like this. Right then and uptil now, a new anger flared in me. An anger I never felt before. This anger lead me into new power's.

"Victor, listen to me very carefully. You need to tell me what you see. What's around you. That's the only way I can help you."

"What I see? There's nothing here but just a green lamp. It's all dark here." He replied.

"No windows? Anything?" I almost begged.

"Nothing." I could feel Victor's scaredness from where I was. This wasn't helping.

Wait a second. I could feel Victor's fear. Which meant I could FEEL my way to him.

"Victor, listen to me. I need you to feel things. Emotions! Feel emotions. The strongest emotions. Think about things that mean a lot to you. Understood?" I half expected Victor to question me in my ridiculous idea.

But he simply followed. He just had too much faith in me and that scared me the most. What if I couldn't get him?

I threw away all those thoughts ones I started following Victor's emotions. He was thinking about his brothers. Their debut. Their one year anniversery. Their first win.

I sped to the direction where the emotions were most strongest. Victor kept thinking. His grandmother. When she told him stories. When she supported him in his dream when no one else did. The day she died. The funeral.

The path then lead towards a highway. Then Victor's memories were more recent. His fans- Devils. When they sang their song Love in Numbers in chorus. When the lightsticks moved in sync. When the fans cried out for them. Their support.

I slowed down as I reached the highway. The whole place was busy with vehicles passing, but I could feel Victor's emotions getting stronger.

Just a little but more Victor, and I will come get you. I will save you, and that's a promise.

I stood there and observed the highway. There must be someplace she was keeping him.

And then I see it. A tunnel. It was right behind me this whole time. There was an opening in one of the walls that lead to an ally where not much people live. Where there were no CCTV's.

I entered the opening but instead of entering the ally, I chose the tunnel. The tunnel was dark and dismal, just as in Victor's thoughts.

Suddenly, Victor thought about something I never expected.

Me. The guardian angel. The moment when Jules was saved miraculously. When Hailey danced so well. When he first saw the writings on the paper by me. His wish to see me, his yearning for me.

He... wanted me.

My brith hitched unknowingly at the revelation. Victor... wants me? H-how?

I don't know how to feel towards that.

He believed in me. He was expecting me. And I wouldn't fail him. I will get that daughter of a bitch and make sure she paid  for all this.

I looked at Victor's phone which I had brought with me on my way here. The police had kept it, but I had stolen it.

The deeper I went, the darker it got. Flames were ignited in my palms and eyeballs so that I could see clearly.

And then I found it. The iron door. The only door in there actually. I didn't need to turn the knob or break the door down. I just passed through it like the ghost I was.

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Narrator:

Meanwhile,

Victor sat there scared out of his wits as to what Hanna meant by here last sentence. She wouldn't kill him but give him a fate far worse than death. Before she left, she marked Victor's skin with her sharp nails.

Victor tried his best not to think of it. He did what Cilia told him to do, even if he didn't know why. He believed in her. He knew she would find him. He thought about all his deep memories, memories that ment a lot to him.

He ws thinking about his guardian, about the weird yearning he felt towards her, that craving to have her, when the door flew open and in came Hanna. She had a bucket of what seemed like boiling oil and a glass jar that looked like toxic acid. All these things looked to be of harm. Victor stared at her and then to the bucket.

"Are you ready?" Hanna asked softly as if it didn't mean anything to her. "Alright then, let's get started."

Saying that, she dropped the bucket on the floor and started walking towards him. She intended to tie him, but Victor wouldn't let her. Most of his efforts were in vein since he was weak from the kidnapping and chlorofoaming.

Having tied Victor finally, she picked up the bottle of acid in her hands. Just then something unexpected happened.

Hanna flew across the room and hit the wall hard, so hard that her neck would have been sprained. The glass jar crashed to the floor, and so did Hanna in a heap. Then again, Her body lifted in the air as if she was floating and then as quickly as she stood up, she flew across the room and came to a stop, right in the clutches of a raging Cilia.

Hanna pulled at the imaginary hands in her neck that were stangling her but to no avail. Victor stared at the show in amazement.

But Cilia did nothing but glare at her with all the venom of Lucifer. She was on fire.

"Don't you dare touch him again you unworthy little beast."

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My body and mind were all on fire the moment I entered the room. She dared to do such a thing to him! Acid! Boiling oil! Was she even a human? Of course she wasn't!

I twisted her neck as hard as I could, with all the power of Lucifer himself. She didn't deserve to live. She was useless.

Hanna's body started paling and going limp. She would die soon, and I was glad.

Then, I heard the voice that I had been so much longing for. "St-stop. Stop it. You will kill her." I turned to where Victor was. He was scared of what was happening.

Thank the God he couldn't see me. What a monster I must have looked. He knew I was angry. He could feel it. But I couldn't stop myself. She was a demon in a shape of a girl.

"Please stop. You don't have to become something like this because of her. Don't do it. Please." The desperation in Victor's voice brought me back to my senses. I dropped a limp Hanna to the floor.

For a while, I didn't know what to do. I stood there watching the body of the girl, the fire slowly draining from me. In the corner, Victor winced.

This made me rush to where Victor was sitting. I knelt down in front of him, tears rolling down my eyes. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I was late."

"Its okay. It's okay now that you are here. I want to go home."

Right. I have to take him away. But how. If I take him now, there will be a big suspision as to what happened. The police will question him. 

I turned on Victor's phone and gave a call to all the boys. That would be enough. The police would be here and they would take him. The mystery of the phone reaching Victor's would be solved by just erasing the police memory.

An hour or so passed as we waited for the police to come. I untied Victor and healed his bruises. Victor made it look like he strangled Hanna and made her unconcious. We were both saving each other. There would be a lot of explaining to do to the boys later. Until then, we just had to wait.

A while later, the police arrived with the ambulance. Victor was escorted to safety. Jules came along with the police, much to their irritation. They would have to explain a lot to the Heathens manager.

Until then, Victor was taken to safety, I myself by his side.