"Of course, Father."

I smile up at Father.

He truly is the best person in the world. I don't know why I ever even thought about hating him. He is too perfect to hate.

"Good girl," He replies blankly. "And if you succeed in killing them, I will let you eat dinner with me."

My eyes grow wide.

Dinner?

With Father?

I can't remember the last time I was allowed to eat, let alone with Father who rarely spends time with me.

I crave the love of my father because I have never been shown the love of a family member before.

Father has explained to me the truth, that Mother never really loved me. At first, I didn't believe him, of course. After time, though, I realized that Father is always right.

Father will always know the truth of everything.

Father always loves me, unless, of course, I make a mistake.

Father is always there for me, sometimes with a smile, sometimes with a belt, but he is always there.

Father especially always makes sure I am healthy.

I beam at Father.

All I have to do is kill fourteen boys and he will love me.

***

Owen slammed the file down.

"This isn't working!" He roared to the stunned group of boys in the room.

"None of it! We can't find her like this!"

Luke was drawn out of his daydream by the slamming and yelling.

Over the last few months, they had all been deteriorating.

Luke was rarely seen not daydreaming. All his thoughts were consumed of fantasies about a living Sang. A Sang that was safe and with them in a place where she knew how much they loved her. Luke didn't eat unless forced to. It all tasted awful. The sweetest of foods pales in comparison to his Cupcake.

North was silent. Everyone has expected him to yell, to scream, to shout when he found out. No. The silence was worse. North yelled to show he cared. North no longer cared. He was empty and dead inside. North lost his Sang Baby.

Silas cried without a care in the world who saw him. He cried himself to sleep, he cried at the mention of Sang. His Aggele was gone and he couldn't get her back. What is life with no angels?

Corey was hopeful. He held out for as long as he could, waiting for his Skunk to return to him. Corey never cried, he remained strong for his brothers and for Sang.

Brandon, the sad eyed twin, was numb. He knew this would happen. Everything good in his life will be taken away. Brandon knew that it was only a matter of time before he lost his brothers along with his Mechanic.

This was a rare sighting of Gabriel. He locked himself in his studio and rarely came out. Paintings and sculptures and drawings filled the room. His art was for Sang, his Trouble, for his grief, for his hope. He no longer wore orange, he neglected his favorite color and wore only pink and black. The pink was like surrounding himself with Sang and the black for his sorrow and lack of light. Trouble was his light in this world.

Marc, in the other hand, was always there. He was over the top happy. He was always trying to do things with his brothers. Marc refused to admit the possibility that his Coffee Bean was gone. He pretended everything was fine and normal. He couldn't bear the thought that he might never see Sang again.

Raven got a tattoo of a black cat on his forearm. He looked at it often and when he couldn't he rubbed his arm. He needed Sang, he needed his kitten. He only spoke in Russian because it was his special language with Sang. Raven spent as much time at the gun range as possible, training for when he could find Sang and kill the evils that stole her away from him.

Victor didn't speak with words, he spoke with his piano. His compositions reflected his pain. His amber fire eyes were dimmed and covered by his brown hair which He no longer cared to comb back. Victor no longer cared about himself, for he poured all of himself into playing the piano. He lost his Princess. What is a Prince without his Princess?

Sean worked everyday at the Academy hospital and only stopped Dr.Phil forced him to take a break and get sleep. But he hated to sleep. His sleep was filled with night terrors of what could be happening to his Pumpkin.

Axel remained in shock. He was often confused and couldn't remember what he was doing. He didn't function properly and he was looking his mind. Was this what his Arrow felt like all the time? Insane?

Nathan threw himself into training. He was even stronger and faster than before. All he could think about was his guilt. If he hadn't let her go. If he hadn't doubted in the beginning. When, Sang was first taken, he assumed it was just a joke. And then they found the discarded syringe. He felt awful. How could he think that of his sweet and innocent Peanut?

Numbers. That's all Kota knew. He spent his time counting, solving complex equations, and counting some more. Talking to him was useless. Instead of answering, he would just count out loud. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, Ten is gone.

Owen tried his best. He really did. He did his best to keep them together and focused on finding Sang. But his rage overcame him. It became so much, that he couldn't even keep up his image of perfection. How come he had to lose so much? How come he had to lose his Darling?

Sean jumped when he heard Owen slam the file down.

"Owen, what's going on?"

"My Darling is gone! Why are we even here?!" Owen shouted in anguish.

"1277, 1279, 1283, 1289, 1291, 1297, 1301, 1303, 1307..." Kota muttered lightning fast. This was too much. The numbers were easier than reality.

"Finding her shouldn't be a problem. We just need to find her father," Marc said upbeat.

North stared at him.

If it were that easy we wouldn't be here still! He wanted to shout. But he couldn't seem to find the energy. Instead he just sighed deeply.

"Yes, and finding her father is going to be easy," Nathan retorted snarkily.

"Someone cones up with a plan," Sean ordered sleepily.

Kota leaped up and yelled, "57 65 20 6e 65 65 64 20 74 6f 20 6c 75 72 65 20 68 69 6d 20 69 6e 20 61 6e 64 20 77 61 69 74 20 66 6f 72 20 68 69 6d 20 74 6f 20 63 6f 6d 65 20 74 6f 20 75 73 21!"

They all stared at him.

"Am I the only hearing this?" A dazed Axel asked.

"Kota finally lost it," A shocked Gabriel mumbled. "Thought it woulda been sooner, but whatever..."

Corey smiled, "What we need to do is find a way to get her father to come to us. This way we can set a real and ensure that he is where he is supposed to be. Searching isn't getting us anywhere."

Brandon shut his eyes and put his head in his hands.

Couldn't they see that this was going to end up with all of them dead, not just Sang?

"20 8 1 20 19 23 8 1 20 9 19 1 9 4!" An exasperated Kota shouted.

Tears slid down Silas's cheeks.

"Maybe we should all have a psych eval..." Owen muttered.

But, no matter what it took, even if it cost their sanity or their lives, they would be reunited with Sang, their love and light.