(Here's the drawing sketch no.2 I'd made by paints and pencils. This is why I now do digital art for her instead.)

Keilar calmly paced, not far away from the spot, but around it, and then hid behind one of the columns of lanterns. She pinpointed the voices again and focused on what they were.

*

"Maybe I didn't make myself clear," A heavy voice said.

A blast.

"Stop, we'll cooperate. Just stop." said a girl's voice.

The scared emotions were just rolling out of her. She was the source of all the anguish. But she felt...different...than other humans. Keilar couldn't see anyone there, so she had to believe that it was either a cult or a ghetto of some kind. But 'ghetto gangs' were rare in Paris, but not extinct. Keilar knew which ones were. But they can't be one anyways.

They were speaking English.

Not the British accent English, but the American English. The prisoners were American, but Keilar couldn't identify the gang's region. She tuned into the conversation again.

"Of course you'll cooperate. You have no choice." said the heavy voice.

Another blast.

'What the hell?! What were those blasts? Shotguns? Is this a gang?' thought Keilar. It stumped her that somebody was there yet not there, as if the invisible man's family were doing a play.

"Get your hands off me!" the girl screamed.

'Girl, if we have filthy girls who say not to touch them, hell if I ever will even breathe in the same air as them.' Keilar thought amusedly. If she were in America, EVIL would have laughed at her words. But that was for another book, another chapter. Keilar tuned in again.

"You!" A gasp. "I know you."

"You know nothing," the man growled.

"Stop playing around," another man yelled at his goon. "Get rid of the boy while I take the girl back to the keep."

'Boy? There's another one?' Keilar thought with cringe. That wouldn't be good. At least for her sanity. She could deal with girls who were fragile, but boys? Keilar was planning to check the girl for cash, and she could easily fight the girl if she attacked. But boys were stronger, smarter, and less frail. Not that she couldn't take the boy down. It would just be a problem if there were more witnesses to the act.

Luckily, there weren't many people near the bridge. She could get away right now and not get caught. But Keilar wanted to hear the play a bit longer.

"You can't do that!" the girl shrieked.

"How are you going to stop us?" the second man asked.

Silence. "That's what I thought." he said after a few seconds.

'Ooh, he may have hit a nerve there,' thought Keilar. 'Solid point though. But time to get out of here. I already know how this is going to end.'

*

And Keilar opened her eyes. She could still hear the voices over the sound, but there was still no one there. Probably the people were below the bridge or something. Not worth the effort if the people were taking the prisoners to their 'lair' or 'keep' as they called it. She was about to walk away when she felt a painful and powerful wave of hatred and darkness hit her head, making her double over, clutching her head in agony.

Keilar quickly regained her cool composure. The blurriness in her eyes cleared and her breath hitched at what she saw.

Keilar was standing in front of three figures cloaked in black, a blond girl, and a strawberry-blond hair boy who was currently unconscious and out of the grasp of the black-cloaked figure standing close. The figures were currently on the ground, writhing in pain.

Wait, that can't be right. Who were these people? Where was she?

Before she could react, the girl flung the boy over her shoulder, and closed her eyes. Keilar felt an aura around the boy like a barrier. She yelled to the girl, "Hey! That's not right!"

The girl looked at the purple tipped girl and widened her eyes in surprise. Keilar continued, "You don't leave your enemies with open bonds. Never, even when you're the victim!" She kicked the head of one of the black cloaked figures in annoyance and he groaned in response.

The girl said, "Who...Who are you?" Keilar narrowed her eyes and looked at the blonde up and down.

One goon tried getting up, but Keilar kicked him in the head. Keilar gets agitated when a person doesn't acknowledge her presence, and like usual, this time was no different. She thought to leave the queer girl alone and just tie up the goons.

But as she turned away, her stupid scarf somehow got stuck at the girl's freaking pin. She stumbled, her long, golden blonde hair separated into waves with those lavender mauve tips of them slightly shaken. The blonde girl didn't seem to notice as she held the thing she had in her palm, straightened up and stepped into the light, letting it pull her and the boy away.

Little did the brown-eyed girl know, she'd pull Keilar in with her and the boy.