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And that was Elle’s clarifying moment; Bryan had wanted Elle to suffer all along. He enjoyed knocking her around and pulling her through the dust. His intention was to drive her completely mad. She could see the inside of his whacked out head for the first time. And as Elle came to this realization, Bryan stood there, the largest grin on his face that Elle had ever seen. She was disgusted.

 

“Its too bad someone came along with a syringe of vapomine.” Bryan held an empty syringe in his hand. “He only has a few hours before he slips back into a coma. And who knows, with the injected into him, it may just kill him.” Bryan shrugged his shoulders innocently, flicking the syringe to the ground in front of Elle. Elle stood, staring at him, her eyes blood shot from all the new information she had gathered. And what was she supposed to do with it all? She couldn’t kill him; that wouldn’t get her any closer to helping Conley.

 

But what if it did?  

 

Elle spun around in the direction the voice had come from. She had her back to Bryan, and she saw no one behind her.

 

What if he is the reason that your power hasn’t returned?

 

Elle turned back slowly to Bryan, and he was still grinning. Still standing there foolishly, unprotected. Elle turned her head to the side a bit, still watching Bryan. Her chances were slim; Elle had no idea what Bryan was capable of. Just as she was about to charge him, with intentions of slamming him into the tree behind him, he disappeared. Vanished into thin air. Elle stared in disbelief, dropping into a crouched position, ready to attack.

 

Run!  

 

Elle turned in the direction the voice had come from again. There was no one standing there. A gust of wind blew from behind her. It was awfully strong; nearly throwing her off balance in the direction the voice had come from. 

Conley? She thought. The gust of wind blew again, and Elle took it as her sign; she sprung up from the ground and ran in the direction the wind blew. It wasn’t until she reached her house that she realized which way the wind was telling her to go, and where the voice had come from; Los Angeles.