A/N: Hey guys! This is going to be in Fitz's POV and there will be a surprise! Also this chapter is going to be very short , so I might be able to finish it today (and if your wondering how I know, is cause I planned this chapter, but I didn't put it into words yet) Anyways enjooooyyyyyyyy!!!

Fitz gave Sophie a small friendly hug. He had long dealt with the cold beating of their break up, but he somehow knew that Sophie hadn't really. Especially from the jealous glare she gave Chelsea when she waved bye. He also knew Chelsea knew, but still acted friendly to her, however, when Sophie wasn't looking, she passed a questioning glance at her back. 

Then he hugged Biana. He was going to miss her first of all. Actually, he would miss her second of all. When Biana hugged him hard, and looked up. Her teal eyes were watery, just like his. She whispered something made him freeze, "Don't be a stranger, I will miss you." 

Fitz didn't really understand what she meant by "Don't be a stranger" but he whispered back "I'll miss you too."

Biana gave one last hug-ish squeeze before letting go, and Fitz didn't have to be an Empath to know that she was upset. And he was the cause of it. 

He and Keefe light leaped to a dark and eerie forest some where in the Forbidden Cities.

"Keefe," Fitz asked hesitantly, "why are we here?"

"I've heard humans do this cool thing called camping in a forest!"

Fitz sighed but decided that would be a safe option. Especially since Keefe could throw large arguments and pleas to get what he wanted.

"Okay" he muttered to Keefe.

But somehow he felt someone was watching him. Immediately, he threw a knife and aimed high in the branches of a tree. A squirrel dropped to the ground dead, it's knife in it's small chest.

"Wow Fitzy!" Keefe managed out of wheezing laughs, "I'm gonna start nicknaming you the Squirrel Killer."

"Why?" Fitz tilted his head while he asked.

Keefe tilted his head "huh?"

Before Fitz could answer, Keefe threw a knife at the tree. A figure jumped down, and ran, but Fitz was going to let him get away. He ran in an incredible speed, and tackled the person to the ground. The figure wore a black hood, but Fitz pried it off, hoping to see someone familiar. Though the person was familiar, he was not familiar in a good way. He was a Neverseen member. The man had cobalt blue eyes and untidy dark brown, with scars curving down his neck. It was Alvar.