I sighed scratching my scalp as I boarded off the plane, this place doesn't have very many residents. I didn't remember it being this deserted. I climbed out of the taxi, this being the second time I'd caught a taxi to what looked like nowhere in the same country. Luckily it wasn't the same driver, that would be weird.

I could tell already that Amara had influenced me some way, my vocabulary had changed a lot since she started hanging around. I don't hang out with anyone else most of the time. I made my way to the rusty signpost that saved me the last time. I started on the pathway, this time it didn't seem to take as long but if my legs could talk they would disagree.

I started a little bit of a jog as I approached the building, that was still looking as damaged as ever. I entered the code and opened the door, stood for a little bit trying to figure out exactly where I went the last time. I started down a hallway on my left, and relaxed as I came to the same reception desk as before. Not making the mistake of just walking past.

''You're still in the exact same spot?" I chuckled, "Thought you'd at least have started wearing different styles of clothing." I smiled at Emilie as she looked up startled. At least they'd gotten her a new computer.

"Oh, wow." She stood, "You're back?"

"Yup." I sat on the old couch across from the desk, she sat back down frowning.

She sighed, "What do you want? More information about my friend?"

"I was hoping."

"As far as I'm aware, you already found her. You were on the news."

"You watch the news?" I snorted. No one in my house watches the news.

"Can we get to the point?" she said irritated. She was typing quickly.

"Can I see her room?" I asked. She looked up from under her lashes, her fingers becoming still on the keyboard.

"Anything to get you out of here." She went into the back room and came back, sliding a key across the counter. "Opens every door in the place. Her room is number 10, go down this hall," she pointed to the hallway to my left, "Turn right at the end and then left on the second hallway. It's the one at the very back."

"Thanks." I stood grabbing the key.

"Don't spend too much time exploring." She commented taking her seat and going back to her typing. She acted as if I came here regularly. I appreciated the lack of commotion, seeing me on the news with Amara must've confirmed that she trusted me. Any friend of my friend is a friend to me, must be something she lives by.

I followed her instructions, it was creepy – every time I've been here this place has been dead quiet, empty and with only one person to guard it. Someone who is hardly qualified if I say so myself.

I got to the door, this hallway was dark and her door was the only one here. I opened the door sliding it open, I felt for the light switch and grew frustrated when I couldn't find it. The sound of the intercom working filled the room, Emilie's voice floated through the speakers, "Only the admin can switch on the lights, I'll do it now."

"Is there camera's in here or something?" I frowned looking around, trying my best to see in the dark.

"Yes, they had to keep her under monitor. This is the only room aside from mine with speakers in it, they only put speakers in mine to keep track of our conversations when she came to my room." She paused, "She was the most dangerous agent here after all." She said before switching off.

I shrugged and the lights flicked on. The room was very white but with marks on the walls here and there, one specific wall had a large amount of crevices in it. I walked over ignoring the single bed and knelt on it tracing the crevices. They read numbers and words. Each were a tribute just like she'd done at the warehouse after the fight with the Russians. These were all tributes to the people she'd killed.

Each time she left this room they had to test her, this meant she had to kill people and then when she'd return...

They wouldn't let her back in with weapons would they? I pulled the bed back, if I knew Amara she'd keep her tool somewhere she'd always be guarding. Behind the bed there was more carvings but they were drawings and poems, maybe even songs. I raised my brow as something sharp poked my hand, the side of the mattress had small knifes tucked in all along the side. Some of them looked overused and blunt, others had obviously snapped but were still blunt from continued use.

I put them back where they were, I continued to look around. The room was basically bare but there was still multiple things on the walls. Some were random thoughts and I found them entertaining to read.

Emilie came after some time, she sat on the bed looking around. I eyed her then stood watching as she continued to stare at the surroundings.

"What did she talk about?" I asked. It was almost as if she was waiting for me to ask.

"She used to make up stories about all the people she killed, she believed they had families and she'd make stories about what it was like for them when they were still with their families." She smiled, "She called them her friends, treated it like a game. She'd fight with them and she'd call this playing and when she killed them, she won the game."

"A lot of people in here thought she was crazy," she shook her head, "I think it was just a coping method. But every once in a while she'd be like a normal person. She'd ignore all the stuff going on around us and she'd talk about normal things. Like how bad the food was, how perverted all the scientists are and she'd even pair me up with some of them. Telling me how I was totally going to get married or something, how I had such a bright future." She breathed a laugh.

"She has emotions, maybe you noticed. She used to talk about how she felt guilty sometimes. This guilt always went away after she gave the people stories and their own spot on the wall. She'd say it was also kind of their fault for losing the game, if they'd killed her she would take it like a man."

"She believes that bad people exist in the world to put worse people in their place, where that is – it's up to them. But she also believed that one day someone who wasn't as bad as she was, would come along and put her in her place. That was the cycle. It made her feel better knowing one day she'd lose the game." She looked at me, "Don't get me wrong, she wasn't suicidal. Just set on the right path."

"You think it's the right path?" I sat down on the bed.

"Yes," she turned to me, "Everything she said made sense, I believed it was true."

It was cold in here. I cracked open my eyelids and allowed my eyes to adjust before sitting up. I looked beside me out of habit but obviously he wasn't there. I felt shaking on my legs, thinking it was a phone vibrating on my lap I went to pick it up but it wasn't there. The shaking was coming from my arms. It wasn't that bad, probably just from the cold.

I started rubbing my shoulders, who the hell thought it was a good idea to put on the cold air-conditioning?

I turned to check beside myself once again, my mind wasn't convinced he wasn't actually here. I couldn't imagine being here without him here, even the thought of it was weirding me out. I slapped my head, I need to man up and except the fact that he's gone. He's been gone for over a day now.

I stood up, he's gone.

Suddenly a wave of anger overtook my body, I grabbed the blanket and threw it. It just landed softly on the ground, angering me even more. I attempted at kicking it, the blanket got stuck on my foot tripping me as I attempted to stomp away. I landed on the ground but turning my face to the side in time. I groaned.

A small tear sprang in my right eye, partially from the pain but mostly from the realisation that I was definitely alone here. He left me.

I stood up. If he doesn't want to be found – which was obvious after he left no way of tracing him – then I won't bother with him. I pulled the quilt up and pushed it onto the bed, then sighed starting with my usual morning activities.

Emilie brought me back to the reception after I asked about what she did when she was here, Emilie had sat me at the computer and found the footage of her in her cell. She sat around a lot, playing with one of her knives and flipping it, throwing it and catching it.

I clicked onto another file, it was her visits to Emilie. They sat on the floor of Emilie's cell talking, they played some hand games like elementary school students. I watched them laughing and whispering as guards walked past, there was often mimicking of people. They talked a lot about life outside the institution, something I stopped doing early – it was too hopeful of an activity.

I jogged downstairs, my arms still shaking slightly but a lot less than before. I wrapped the robe around me as I entered the kitchen. The girls stood around the island, I smiled as they greeted me.

"Where are the boys?" I asked referring to Leo and Mike, Leo had been hanging around with Mike a lot.

"They've been knees deep in mafia business, they don't have their alpha to do it all for them." Donna chuckled. I understood why this barely affected her or the other girls, they'd been left behind by Dominic before – and when he came back, he'd come back with me.

I hadn't been left behind before, I was always the one leaving people behind. I sat down with the fakest smile on my face.

"Are you okay?" Claire put an arm around me, I nodded pulling my plate towards me. Clarissa watched with an unconvinced look but I ignored her.

Her goggling finally got to me. "I'm fine." I looked right at her, she shrugged letting it go.

After having the breakfast I headed back upstairs, I grabbed the language book from the coffee table and flopped onto the bed. If Dominic was coming back, I wanted to know at least half of his language by the time he did.

"Can I have a tour of the key locations from the film?" I joked. She rolled her eyes but nodded towards the opposite hallway. We went down it.

"This is the room they did the experiments in." she stated without emotion, "I'm not going in there." She stood back as I walked in. I shrugged, I understood why.

The room hadn't changed on bit, it looked the same as it did in the security footage. I walked up to the beds, the portable metal cabinets were spaced out randomly in the room and the tools on them were clean. I was glad they took the sanitary value of their products into consideration.

I soon got bored of the plain room and allowed myself to be led into the training room, Emilie introduced it as the 'fighting room' but that's not what it was called. I didn't enjoy the slight smudge of blood I spotted on the ground right near the door, this was obviously the room where the most deaths occured.

I was led again to another spot. "This is the psychology room. It's where they test your psychological capacity." She announced our arrival. We stood on the other side of one-way glass looking into a room that I figured looked exactly the same across all institutions. Just in case some crazy had to get transferred and they were particular on their location. This room looked just like the one I was tested in.

"Amara was in here often," she peeked in, "They were always checking in with her. I've only been in there twice."

"This was basically my room one hundred percent of the time. They were always sceptical of me, so they kept me in the psychology room and treated it like my cell. My actual cell is where they ended up testing everyone else." I informed.

"That's weird." She commented, frowning.

"They were scared of me."

Claire came and sat in front of me, I continued to read my book.

"Can you pretty please come to work with me tomorrow? I can show you around! We're doing a video shoot." She informed, "Abrielle and Sophie are starring. That's why it's good for you to come, I'll be with you the whole time!" She looked extremely hopeful.

"Sounds like a distraction." I scratched my chin, "I'll do it." I smiled.

She squealed then stood, "Thank you. It'll be fun promise!"

I nodded as she turned and flew out the door. I shook my head returning my attention back to the book. Maybe Dominic will only come back to the house if I'm not here every second of the day waiting to greet him.

I was the one he was avoiding wasn't I?