I jolt awake from a restless bout of sleep and want to slap myself for being so reckless. My head immediately whips to the left to see Lucian sleeping peacefully with soft snores escaping his lips.

I sigh in relief and sink back against my pillow. Honestly I would be more comfortable with an impenetrable barrier between us. My fingers dig around the fabric under my pillow and I relax when I feel the smooth surface of the syringe against my skin.

I look up at the starry sky that is his ceiling and then my eyes automatically fall on the darkened corner in his room where the library hides. I sit up slowly and silently all the while keeping my eyes on him but he is in a deep slumber unbeknownst to my movements.

I briefly consider injecting him with the sleep serum anyway, afraid that he will wake up and catch me but immediately feel guilty at the thought. If he ever found out, he would never trust me again so I decide against it.

Instead I make a decision to look at the books first before scoping out the documents. That way if he woke up and caught me I would just pretend I was looking for a book to read because I couldn't sleep.

I nod my head and lick my lips in anticipation, satisfied with my plan. As soon as my feet hit the cold marble floor I suck in a breath and tip toe to Lucian's large cupboard. With my eyes on him I pull on the drawer that he keeps his body suit in.

A soft chime rings when his drawer automatically slides open and I freeze. My body shakes with fear as he shifts slightly causing the sheets to ruffle. He stretches his hands behind him and then one hand falls to his side while the other falls over his forehead covering his eyes partially. I peer at them to make sure they are still closed and then slowly pull the body suit out of the drawer.

I quickly get up and walk to the other end of the room where his book shelves are. I hold out the body suit expecting the place to light up but nothing does and then I realize that no lamp lighted up as I walked here.

I look at the suit and shake it tirelessly but nothing happens. Feeling impatient and angry I am about to walk back to the cupboard when an idea hits me. I slip my legs into the pants of the suit and then slide my arms into its sleeves. It is a bit loose and the pants are too long they pool at my feet.

I take a step forward and feel the suit tighten around my body. When I take another step I notice a small blue lamp by the table light up. The corners of my mouth lift up into a smile and I take a few more steps forward. Sure enough three consecutive lamps light up after the other one goes out. I cast a wary glance at Lucian one more time and then make my way to his library.

As soon as I reach it I take careful steps across the floor making sure I don't cross the side near his documents. I remember him telling me that the library floor tracks footsteps and I do not want mine to be anywhere near the bookshelf he told me not to touch.

I scan through the first shelf I come across. There are numerous books, some about the history of the Plutonian civilization, others about

Plutos geography and planets I've never heard of. My eyes flit across the various book titles. There are hardly any story books,most of these were educational material that could be of use to me.

I take a step to the other shelf and begin to look through each row of books. There are so many books on so many planets that my head begins to spin. I wonder how many planets the Plutonians have been able to colonize and if it is limited to our galaxy alone.

My fingers run across the roughened edges of all the worn out book spines. When I see the word Earth, my fingers stop moving and clutch the hard cover painfully. I pull it out slowly and a lump forms in my throat as I see the green segments of land separated by blue oceans.

Information I might have forgotten during my time here creeps back into my head like weeds in a potted plant. I know those green areas.

My fingers caress each segment almost lovingly. I start from the biggest one on the right, Asia with Australasia by its side and then glide to the left going over Europe, Africa, Antartica until finally they rest on America.

My home.

My throat tightens as I imagine my family as a few tiny dots on this massive surface of land. What could they be doing right now? Are they looking for me or have they given up? Do they even remember me?

I shake my head and force myself to clear my thoughts. That kind of thinking will get me nowhere and if I want to get out of here I have to keep my emotions aside.

I put the book down on the table and then walk along the next shelf. This shelf is a little different from the other two. There are many crime thriller books and some about the adventures of Plutonians who traveled to the South of Pluto.

Uninterested, I turn my attention to the last two floor length shelves.

My feet tingle with anticipation as I tip toe to the edge of the shelf I am in front of.

I bite my lip and scan the rows and rows of files and papers, all classified which only make me want to read them more.

I glance at the floor wondering how I am going to reach them without standing in front of the shelf and then my eyes fall on the chair sitting idly by the table in Lucians study.

I walk towards the chair, pick it up and place it on its side as silently as I can.

If the floor is able to track the chair handles at least I can easily say it fell. I tip toe across the side of the chair and try my best to maintain my balance on its handle.

Praying that it doesn't collapse under my weight I lift my sleeve and scan the various documents before me.

I don't touch anything, afraid that my fingerprints will be detected. I will have to figure out how to overcome that challenge soon but for now I focus on the titles on each document, hoping to find something that I might need.

It is difficult to discern anything as the files are arranged in a tight and compact manner. My only guides are the edges of multiple pieces of paper that stick out from most of the files.

I catch a few that look like the floor plan I saw earlier and make a mental note of their locations.

My squinted eyes make out some scribblings about formations and exit routes and I nearly fall over when I see the word Earth.

I look closer but somehow the room has grown darker. I shake my hand wondering why the suit isn't working and then I realize the lights from the lamps are still on.

I freeze in place and my heart thumps so loudly I can hear nothing else in my ears.

I slowly turn around to the source of the shadow and see Lucian standing by the first shelf facing me.

A lump forms in my throat, so big that it feels like I'm choking. I tiptoe across the chairs arm and land on my feet in front of him.

I brace myself for his questions and maybe punishment. I don't know what to expect and my brain works in over drive trying to come up with an excuse for what he has seen.

It is only when he doesn't move that I realize his eyes are half closed. I hold my breath as a new fear sets in. My hands dig around for the syringe in my pocket and I curse at myself when I see the syringe on the dining table in the middle of the room. I must have left it there when I put on the suit.

I tip toe past Lucian who seems to be staring into space. As I sneak past him a light bulb behind me lights up and I hit the study table loudly making his head immediately turn my way.

"Traitorous creatures," he whispers and then he lunges at me.

I dodge him by mere centimetres and run to the dining room. I grab the syringe but he pushes me from behind making me lose my balance.

As I fall to the floor, my grip loosens and the syringe rolls out of my hand. Lucian climbs on top of me and grabs the syringe.

He aims the pointy end at me like a knife and brings it towards my horror stricken face.

"Lucian! Stop, please," I cry in frustration unable to get out of his hold.

He freezes for a moment and then brings his hand down. I grab his wrist in an attempt to stop him. I can see the sharp end of the needle so clearly. A clear metal dot aimed right at my eye. It comes closer and closer, my strength no match for him.

"Lucian!" I scream again and his grip loosens.

I quickly push his hand out of the way, grabbing the syringe in the process. The needle scratches my palm and I hiss in pain. I force myself to ignore it and aim my wrist at him.

He looks dazed, not quite awake, not quite asleep. He doesn't even flinch as I jab the syringe into his arm and push it's contents inside him.

I stare at him with wide eyes, worrying for my life and then his breathing slows.

His shoulders slump in relaxation and his eyes close before he falls on top of me.

Hey thanks for reading. Honestly been going through some stuff that seriously pisses me off but I know everything is going to be fine. It's always necessary to get rid of toxic people who are dead weight and don't have ure best interests at heart.