For this chapter, I'm going to be going with Trucy's perspective, and only Trucy's perspective. I've figured out that I can't write a story without including some awesome dialogue, so there's going to be a lot more dialogue, and hopefully, a lot more description as well. Hope you enjoy this! (Even though at the moment, it seems like I only have one reader...) -Element

The single truth of life is that we're all loved, but I forgot about that when I saw you leave.

"Ah!" Trucy gasped. "I-I didn't realize that there were people he-" Trucy noticed the two boys lying on the couch, both of whom she recognized, and one that she knew all too well.

"Strawberry?!"

With that yell, Apollo woke up and fell to the floor, dragging Sora down with him and waking him up. Apollo scratched his head, which had hit the floor when he fell, then looked over, and upwards. His eyes widened.

"Trucy?! You're alive!" Apollo yelled, getting up, and hugging her. "I..."

"Don't worry about it, Polly," Trucy said, smiling and closing her eyes, hugging him just a little tighter. She could practically feel his heart beating as they stood there, saying nothing at all, but feeling every happy feeling in the world. Her cold hands were warmed by his back, and, for a couple of seconds, it felt like time was standing still, just watching the reunion.

Well, until Sora decided to join in on the hug.

"Nice to see you again, Trucy!" Sora said, a dorky grin on his face.

"Nice to see you, Sora, and you too, Polly," Trucy replied, backing away from the hug.

"Is Polly your brother or something, Trucy?" Dahlia said, emphasizing the u, as she always did.

"Close enough!" Trucy yelled, hugging her brother again. "I'm so glad I can see you again, Apollo."

"Me too, Trucy. By the way, are you going to introduce us to your new friend?"

"Oh, yeah! Polly, Sora, this is Dahlia. Shortly after Polly got...incarcerated, I met her, and since we're both superheroes, we've been on the run ever since. But...how are you out of jail, Polly?"

"The jail burnt down," a woman, whom Trucy hadn't even noticed, said, standing up. She had that mature, graceful beauty that most older women that Trucy met seemed to have, and her style was down to earth and simple, unlike Dahlia's style. "I guess I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Mia Fey, and I work with the SEA. Nice to meet you."

"Wait...SEA? Doesn't that mean you're a bad guy?" Trucy asked, puzzled.

"Excuse me? A bad guy? I don't mean to sound rude, but-"

"You're dragging my Polly and my Sora around, why? So you can put them in jail the first chance you get? Is that what this is all about?! Polly and Sora have suffered enough already!"

"Now, just HOLD IT! I'm not here to put anyone in jail, I'm here to figure out what's going on with the government, and why anyone who's a superhero is being put in jail in the first place! I want to know why I'm doing this, because recently, I haven't found that the government's reasoning is up to snuff, frankly. Really, I'm just trying to help figure something out, and here you come, all high and mighty, insisting you're in the right and I'm in the wrong, and how do you think that makes me feel, huh?!" Mia yelled, getting louder with every sentence. Trucy looked at her, shocked. The room was silent; all of the air had been taken up by Mia's yelling. Trucy found it just a little harder to breathe.

"You...you really mean that? You really mean that you don't want to hurt anybody? You really just want to figure out why the government is doing this?"

"...Yes. Precisely."

"I'm sorry, Miss Fey," Trucy said, bowing her head. "I guess I jumped to conclusions on the wrong thing."

"There's no need to apologize, Lucky. I would have done the same thing if I was you."

"Umm...Why are you calling her Lucky?" Dahlia, who by this time, looked very confused.

"Oh, sorry, I just...I don't know your real name."

"It's okay. You can call me Lucky. It's just a superhero thing to not let outsiders know your actual name," Trucy said.

"That's alright. I don't mind."

Trucy smiled. Maybe she is from SEA, but she seems nice enough. I think she really is trying to help, but...I should keep my name a secret, just in case.

As that thought ran through her head, a gunshot pierced the silence, and a soft thump was heard. Trucy looked over to where the sound had come from, and there, bleeding out, was Dahlia.

This is what I get when I watch a episode of Castle and decide to make this story rated M. Anyway, this was actually really fun to write, and is a little longer than last time, so I'm happy about that. Please review! - Element