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For the first time, Emmerich thought that the witches weren't that bad at all. After all, getting his friends in danger was worse than getting himself in danger.

The Masked Man pointed the gun towards Bree, Emmerich and Cornelia. They walked towards the entrance of the castle. Everytime one of them made a noise, the Masked Man would jerk his gun towards them dangerously. There was no way of getting help.

Bree was trying to come up with an escape plan. The Masked Man had a sling, which meant that his left arm was broken. And from the way he was holding his gun, he was right-handed. If she could only find a way to break his right arm too...

Maybe she could take off her jacket and strangle him... or take Cornelia's cane and whack him in the head... or push him off Mary's Bridge if they happened to go across it. Reading murder mystery novels had broadened Bree's knowledge of murder.

But was it right to kill him? Sure, he was a bad person, but if Bree killed the Masked Man, would that make her a bad person too?

Conner's voice floated to her mind. "Sometimes you have to do the wrong thing for the right reason."

A wave of nostalgia flooded Bree. She hadn't seen Conner for months, and although she would never admit it, she missed him a lot. She missed his crooked smile, the fact that he would go red and ramble, and his sarcastic humor.

Damn, Bree thought. I'm starting to be like the romantic saps that my sisters are.

The reached the entrance of the castle. It was so still, so silent that it could almost be peacefull. It was painfully ironic that their situation was not at all peaceful.

Emmerich broke the silence with a sniffle. The Masked Man spun around to glare at him. Bree protectively put an arm on Emmerich's back.

They walked through the Hohenschwangau village. Emmerich looked frantically around him, he was finally back but he wasn't allowed to go home. It broke Bree's heart to realize this. So close, yet so far. She thought somberly.

She half-wished that Frau Himmelsbach would run up and find Emmerich, but then the Masked Man would probably threaten her as well.

Tears rolled down Emmerich's cheeks. Bree wanted to comfort him, but the Masked Man was aiming his gun right at them. Cornelia frowned and glared at the Masked Man.

The Masked Man was taken back by surprise. There was something oddly familiar about that glare, but he couldn't think of why. He gripped the gun tighter.

The moon started to peek out of the clouds, bathing them in silvery moonlight. As they reached the plane, Bree turned back to look at the majestic Neuschwanstein castle for the last time. It looked so mysterious, yet so imposing. The moonlight seemed to make the castle glow.

"Come on." Emmerich said quietly, tugging on Bree's sleeve. He looked at her with wide scared eyes. Bree gave him a small smile and patted his head before entering the plane.

The Masked Man didn't know how to fly a plane. From what he gathered, the old woman could fly the plane, but he couldn't fully trust her. He smirked as he thought of the perfect way to make her obey him.

"Any funny business," he rasped, pointing his gun at Cornelia, then at Emmerich, "Will result in the boy's death."

Cornelia gulped while Emmerich just stared at him, horrified. Bree gasped indignantly.

They climbed into the plane gingerly. The Masked Man looked around at the old plane. He had never seen a plane before, and it amazed him that stupid people from the Otherworld could make something that could fly. But then he should focus back to his mastermind plan...

Bree told the twins' address in a quiet voice. The Masked Man kept a secure hold on Emmerich. Cornelia prepared for take off. Everything was quiet, so quiet that you could almost hear the tension.

As the plane took off, Bree vaguely remembered that she thought the flight from Connecticut to Germany was the worst one ever, but this flight, with a dangerous man on board, was worse than the first one. And she was bringing him closer and closer to his target, which meant that she was further endangering the Bailey twins and Emmerich.

Her guilt was even greater than her fear of the Masked Man and her will to escape. Bree slumped in her seat, ignoring the bumpy ride and Emmerich's occasional scream at the unsteadiness of the flight. It was as if the life was sucked out of her.

"Is it supposed to be this horrible?" the Masked Man growled.

"I'm not doing it on purpose!" Cornelia yelled back. "Won't want to scare the child! Besides, she is better at flying!" the old woman jerked her head towards Bree. The Masked Man stared at Bree suspiciously. He didn't trust her, but would he trust her flying skills over Cornelia's skills?

Emmerich looked even more scared than he was on ground. He was seated next to the Masked Man who was keeping a close watch on him.

It was like he was living in a nightmare. First, he was kidnapped by horrible witches, then he was "rescued" by the Masked Man, only to find that he never cared for Emmerich. After that Bree and Cornelia got dragged into this mess he made.

He should have never trusted the Masked Man. It was at times like this poor Emmerich felt like he was to blame for everything. Tears formed in his eyes again and he hastily wiped them away.

After an hour, the Masked Man got tired of the bumpy flight and ordered Bree to give it a go. He watched her very closely, just in case she decided to send out a distress signal or something.

Bree wasn't as scared as the first time she tried to fly a plane. With her hands on the controls, she somehow felt calmer. At least she was in control of something.

Bree steered the controls. Instantly, the flight was much more smoother. It gave her a feeling of accomplishment. She smirked, regaining her confidence.

Emmerich stared at her, surprised. Bree can fly a plane. That's so cool!

The Masked Man was surprised that a teenage girl could control the plane better than an old woman. Through the glass near the controls, he saw Bree's determined expression reflected by the glass.

It was as if a bolt of lightning struck the Masked Man. That expression... that glare...

He turned to look at Cornelia, who was smirking slightly, impressed by Bree. That smirk...

Memories spun in the Masked Man's mind. Mother... Goose?

That was Mother Goose's smirk... but how could two random people somehow remind him of her?

The Masked Man shook his head. He was probably just seeing things.

Bree and Cornelia took turns controlling the plane, rotating hourly. Nobody dared to sleep, because nobody wanted to know what would happen if they let their guard down.

Bree became very protective of Emmerich. It was like he was her younger brother. She glared at the Masked Man frequently. However, he wasn't fazed by this. He stared right into her eyes and a staring match began.

Bree had her fair share of glaring at people, especially at the Book Huggers as they kept interfering with her business. She swore that she wasn't going to back down easily.

Feisty teenagers, the Masked Man thought. That fact that she was still resisting angered him more.

Bree knew it wouldn't be wise to make the Masked Man angry, seeing that he had a gun, but she couldn't help it. Anger boiled up inside her every time she saw Emmerich's scared face. How dare he manipulate a poor, innocent boy, and then threaten to kill him?

Bree and the Masked Man glared at each other fiercely, the former driven by righteous anger and the latter driven by ambition and revenge.

Emmerich gulped nervously when he saw the staring match, guilt washing over him like a tsunami. It was all his fault.

All his fault.

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