Elora's point of view:

"What do we do now?!" I asked as Flynn sped down the road definitely over the speed limit. He was so busy concentrating on the road that he didn't answer my question. I turned my eyes to the back and saw we were being followed by a black van at a high speed. "They're chasing us!"

"Alright, baby, with all due respect, I'll need you to be quiet for this. I really gotta concentrate," he said to me. I was barely offended as I sat back in the chair and did my seatbelt up for safety. Flynn went a little faster as he watched the mirror. The people behind were still gaining on us.

Trying to be silent was extremely and agonizingly difficult. How was I to sit here and wait while he drove around like a crazy person trying to get away from these people?! The only way that I was kept from screaming at the top of my lungs and going on a deathly and unforgiving rampage was the fact that I knew I had to listen to Flynn. He had more reasonable judgement than I did, and he knew how to act in times of stress. I didn't know how to be at all right now, I had never experienced this before. Flynn had been through hell and back in wars and training for them and killing people. As violent as it was, I knew I could trust him.

Flynn made a sharp turn around the corner and I nearly smacked my head on the window. My hand held against the glass to brace myself as I looked to see we hadn't yet lost them. Flynn was thinking, and the way his face was I could tell he was stressed as well. I knew I had to do something to help or we would never lose them.

"Let me help," I said to him. He shook his head as we kept driving. He nearly ran into another car coming our way and I let out a sharp gasp he narrowly swerved away from them as they honked their horn in anger.

"No, I don't want you hurting yourself," he replied. I sighed and rolled my eyes as the people chasing us were coming closer and closer. He couldn't keep on with arguing if we were ever going to get out of here.

"Flynn, if I don't do something to help we won't lose them. Tell me what to do and I'll do it," I demanded, looking him straight in the eyes as I remained as serious as I could be. He sighed and thought for a moment, then he gave in.

"Fine. There's a machine gun at the back of the car. Reach for it and start shooting at the front window. Make sure no one on the streets is around so you don't kill them. Only go for the car. If they shoot back, come back in the car. Hang out the window," Flynn explained. I nodded and stretched to the back of the car. I found the gun in a duffle bag on the floor. I took it out and loaded it up. When I was ready, I stuck my upper body out the window and pointed the gun straight at the window of the van following us.

In rapid fire, I shot straight at the windshield. I instantly got the man in the passenger seat but seemed to've missed the man driving. However, as I shot it drove the car away from us and it swerved out of control. It flipped over and smashed on the top, leaving the wheels rolling and the people passing by in a daze of confusion and utter fear. Flynn kept driving as he ignored them and I slipped back into the car and sat properly.

"Now that that's over, what are we going to do?" I asked. Flynn nodded to calm himself down and cleared his throat as we kept driving.

"We're going to have to go back to the house. Then, we'll ask your parents if they know any place we can go until I figure out what to do next. That way you can say goodbye to them," Flynn replied. I nodded and remained silent in the car as we drove. I felt sick to my stomach to know that I would have to leave them again. At least I would get to say goodbye and Flynn would be with me while I was running.

We pulled into the house and Flynn and I held hands as we walked to the front door. Flynn opened it up and we walked in. The first thing that happened was the feeling of arms wrapping around me, my mother's to be exact.

"Oh, Elora! Thank God you're safe! I heard what happened. Lorelei is just a mess because of it. What are you doing here?! It's not safe! How did you even survive all that?! Oh God, I'm so glad you're alright!" She exclaimed as she hugged me and kissed my face repeatedly. I hugged her back, relishing in the warm embrace of my mother.

"We need your help, mommy. Not to mention I have to say goodbye. I don't know how long we'll be gone for," I replied. She sighed and left the hug, nodding even though I could tell she was reluctant of my leaving.

"Anything. What do you need?" She asked. I backed away and crossed my arms around my chest as Flynn took control of the conversation.

"Hilda, I know this is a lot to ask but do you know anyone that could help us? I need a place for Elora to stay while I figure out what to do. This is bigger than anything I've ever done and I have to make sure it's done right," he explained. My mother thought for a moment and then nodded. She told us to follow her down the hallway. We entered my dad's study and found him at the desk reading something.

"Elora, Flynn," he said as he left his seat and went to me. He hugged me tightly, so tight that I almost couldn't breathe. Sometimes my father didn't know his own strength. I suppose that was alright, I enjoyed his affection and he was always there to give it.

"Jack, they need help. We have people that can help. They need some place to stay for a while," my mother said to him. He nodded as he released the hug and thought for a moment. I knew they knew a lot of people, maybe they could help.

"I'd give you to Max but he's too close. Do you think maybe he'd do it? I mean, I know he's busy but he's got a big place," my father asked my mother. She knew who he was talking about but I had no idea. Obviously they had someone other than Max that could help us. I considered maybe we could see Rein, but that couldn't of been who they were talking about.

"He can help. He's not doing anything right now. He's recovering from an old injury," she replied. Jack nodded and went for his notebook to write down an address. He handed it to me and the place seemed like gibberish, I hadn't heard of it.

"Where is this place?" I asked. The paper read a place all the way in New York. That was going to be a long trip if we were going here. Jacobson Street, Nine-Three-One. I had never even heard my parents speak of this place. Maybe they never had to say it, but I had never been to New York in my life. My father was from there, but my grandparents on his side moved down to New Hampshire when I was a baby. I never had the chance to see it for myself.

"A friend of ours lives there when he's not working internationally. He can give you a place to stay until you can find something better. It's a long trip, but I'm sure it'll be worth it. I'll call the army base so they can fly you there," my father explained. I nodded and went to hug him again as I felt tears begin to well in my eyes again. Just to hold him made me realize that I was leaving and I may not ever see him again.

"Thank you, Jack," Flynn said as I stayed in his arms. My father held me tightly for a few more seconds before I went and hugged my mother.

"Please take care of yourself. I love you so much," she said to me. I nodded and kissed her on the cheek before I left the hug. Flynn took my hand and squeezed it tight for support.

"I'll keep her safe. I promise. I'll die before I let her," Flynn said to my parents. I couldn't even talk about dying, whether it was him or me. I just wanted to pretend that it wasn't going to happen to either of us. All I wanted was to end this right and true.

"We trust you. Just keep in touch to let us know if you need anything," my mother said sweetly. I knew that this was one of the last times I would hear her voice in a long time. That was quite enough to break my heart into a bunch of little pieces. Why did this have to happen to me? Why did I have to be the one running from something I never even knew how to comprehend? Why did I have to be the one to get in to all the danger? My family was part of that reason, but the other half was just my reckless judgement. I never really did know how to be very smart when it came to people capable of this much evil.

"We have to go. We're losing time, I'm sorry to speed this up so much," Flynn said to me as he kept holding my hand. I nodded and sighed as we began to walk out of the room. I thanked my parents once again and told them I loved them before we were out the door.

•••

The army base just reminded me of the fact that we had left my parents in the dark of my threat. How could we just run like this? Why did I keep asking myself the same questions? All I knew was that there were too many inquiries to count, and I just had to let a few go before I exploded into a mess of rage and insanity.

We caught a plane that would take us down to New York quicker than making a whole other trip. Flynn and I had to remain as off the radar as possible if we didn't want to get caught into trouble on the way there. There was too much risk involved to do anything that wasn't safe enough. There was no such thing as being too careful or worrying to much in this instance. We had every care in the world, and it was a feeling that I never had the chance to get used to.

The flight there was quiet and had its abiding for awkwardness. Flynn and I had no words to say to each other the whole time. It was the longest time we had ever had without speaking a word to each other. One would think that a silence would be alright every once in a while with your significant other. But this kind of quiet wasn't serene nor was it comfortable. This silence filled the air with fear and wonderment of what was beyond our expectation, in the worst possible manner that could be conjured up.

What was I supposed to say to him? I knew we were both thinking the same thing, so what was there to talk about? We both had one ambition, and that was to get as far away from the KKK as we possibly could. The both of us were aware that these people spanned the whole of America and other places outside of it as well. There was only so many places we could run to, and that scared the both of us half to death. We were caught up in something I caused. I sucked him into this, and he didn't say a word about it. He pretended that it was his responsibility to keep me at a far enough area. It wasn't up to him to keep me safe, it never was, it was just something he claimed to take over and no one protested. I didn't want to protest, I was afraid of being alone. I was still afraid of it.

All I did was sleep on that plane ride. It was the first time I had gotten enough peace and quiet to do so. I didn't wake up until we were in New York and ready to land. Flynn looked as though he had been awake the entire time we flew. How could he have done that? We were on this plane for hours, and he didn't sleep a wink? Was he really that devoted to getting us out of there and over here? I didn't even know where we were going or who was going to greet us when we got there.

"Flynn, wait," I said to him as we made our way to the car after we landed at the flight pad. We were getting ready to go to this address with my parents's mysterious friend when I stopped him by gently taking his shoulder. Flynn turned around and looked down at me as we stood together. He looked just as serious as he always did, but then multiply it by three.

"Why are you not speaking to me?" I asked. That, and getting away safely, was all that concerned me as of this moment. I didn't know if he was mad at me or tired or just thinking too much. It could be any of those, but I hoped he was just exhausted out of his mind.

"Because you haven't said anything," Flynn replied. He definitely wasn't at all tired, not really anyway. He was mad at me, and I was pretty sure I knew exactly why. He kept walking away, and as I crossed my arms to my chest I followed.

"What was I going to say? You know, all you did was sit there and sulk in your own thoughts," I replied. Flynn turned to me and stopped walking. I had gotten his attention by saying that, but not in a good way. I could tell that I was upsetting him more by saying things like that.

"Why would you even say that to me? I'm here trying to protect you and you sit here wondering why I'm not saying anything to you. Excuse me for being a little stressed out," he explained as he began to walk away. I didn't know what to say. I mean, on one hand I was angry with him for saying that in such a brash way, but on the other I was just as tired and scared as he was, if not more so.

"Excuse me for being afraid for my own life. And who forced you to come around watching my every step? Who asked you to get me into car chases and shootings and running all the way to New York just to find a way to survive? I could've gone on my own, I may as well be if you're only here because you feel obligated," I replied. He scrunched his forehead angrily as we walked together quickly. He had no intention of stopping, so I just went and followed him.

"I never said I felt obligated. I love you, Elora, I really do. More than anything in this damned world. I hate seeing you scared so I'm helping you as best as I can. But having to run around all the way across the fucking country is not exactly an ideal way to begin a long term relationship," Flynn replied as we went to the car. The driver had ignored us as he let us inside the back. We kept arguing as we drove off.

"If you love me so much, then why is it we can't communicate when we're under stress? If anything, that's the time we should be talking more. When I talk to you, it lets all the steam from my body wave off into the air. I like that feeling, I wish I could feel it every second of my life," I replied. Flynn was not at a loss for words but he didn't say anything to me at first. He smiled at me instead, and his smile was so contagious that I had to do it too.

"Why do we even fight? It always ends up like this," he said with a laugh. I let out a small laugh back and shrugged my shoulders helplessly. I couldn't answer that question with a straight and serious face.

"I don't know why we fight, but I'm sure as hell glad this is how they end," I replied. He smiled at me one more time before bringing his face closer and kissing me softly on the lips. The kiss released, and I rested my head on his chest to hear his heartbeat again. God, I loved that sound like I loved the ocean waves.

"You know I'll always love you right? I don't care what happens," he said to be as I lay with him, the car rolling on the road and creating a soft rhythm from under us. I nodded peacefully as I shut my eyes.

"As long as you know that I think the very same, and I'll never leave you. It doesn't matter if I'm a thousand miles away. You'll always have something of me, no matter what it is," I replied.