â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">Enough!</span>â€<br/><br/>Faust stood there looking at the dusty ground, his body was tense, jaw and fists clenched. Olive hues glared at the gray dust that slid over the land. These were the days that he wished that it had been him in the accident. He wouldnâ€™t have to deal with the constant arguments and the disappointment that he felt every waking moment of his life. Faust let out a slow and steady breath trying to keep his mind calm in this situation. What would the others think if he started trading blows with their leader? They were already going through so much, they had to be strong or else everyone would go into frenzy. That was not something that they needed at this point.<br/><br/>â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">Jesus, Faust. What kind of shit are you pulling? Donâ€™t you think I mourn too? I miss her every day and now youâ€™re spouting about how you can see her and talk to her. Are you trying to make me look like a damn idiot?</span>â€<br/><br/>â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">Iâ€™m sorry</span>,â€ he said gently, glancing away.<br/><br/>A face that looked much like his own seemed to soften and a heavy sigh left the older male. He ran large hands through thick, wavy, brown hair before moving over to Faust. â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">Faust, my dear baby brother, I worry over you. Everyone talks about how crazy you have becomeâ€¦</span>â€ Adrien lifted his chin to look him in the eye. â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">You have to let it go, you canâ€™t be like this anymore. You have other lives to protect nowâ€¦Understand?</span>â€<br/><br/>â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">Yeah, I do.</span>â€<br/><br/>Adrien smiled before clapping his brother on the shoulder before moving on to check on their hideout. Faust stood there, trembling in anger. He wasnâ€™t crazy. She was here with him, looking at him with their motherâ€™s blue eyes. She gave him a small smile, a hand touching his shoulder. He shrugged her off, turning his head away from her.<br/><br/>â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">Leave me alone</span>,â€ he muttered lowly.<br/><br/>â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">Tch. Faust youâ€™re being a big baby. Donâ€™t let Adrien push you around like that</span>,â€ Fleur chided.<br/><br/>â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">They say youâ€™re not real, not anymoreâ€¦</span>â€<br/><br/>â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">Of course Iâ€™m real. If I wasnâ€™t, could I do this?</span>â€ Fleur moved towards him, wrapping her thin arms around him. She hugged him tightly and he let out a sigh of relief. Her arms felt so real and normal around him, he could feel the warmth radiating from her. He knew he wasnâ€™t crazy, he knew she was real. With a gentle smile coming to his face, he felt a wave of calm come over him. He took in a deep breath, the smell of vanilla and linen hit his senses before Fleur motioned for him to follow back into the warehouse.<br/><br/>Faust let out a gentle sigh, following Fleur into the building. Small cots were lined on the floor; miscellaneous items were tossed here and there. This was their temporary home, this ragtag group of survivors. The outbreak had taken everything from all of them and somehow, they made a family. A dysfunctional family, but it would have to do for now. He walked towards the place that he had made for him and Fleur; he could hear the whispers breezing through the air. He paid no mind, he was not crazy. They just didnâ€™t seem to understand. No one ever did. Before he was able to sit down, he was pulled by the arm; calm eyes looked over at the brute of a male.<br/><br/>â€œAdrien called a meeting. We have to go now,â€ he grunted out, as if he was talking to a lunatic, his words were slow.<br/><br/>With a slight nod, Faust walked towards the door once more, he could see people gathering around. He walked side by side with the male who had stopped him; Thomas was his name he believed. There was silence but he could feel Thomasâ€™ eyes glance over at him every now and then. What did he think he was going to do? Go ape shit crazy? He wanted to laugh at that notion but that would only provide complications and he didnâ€™t feel like being put in a risky situation. Everyone here was ratherâ€¦unstable in some way, just waiting for something to happen. That was natural however, seeing how the mutants were multiplying day by day.<br/><br/>Pushing through the crowd, he was met with the level gaze of his brother. Something must have happened, Adrienâ€™s eyes were dark and cold, and his jaw was set firmly. Being Second-in-Command, he assumed there was another death which was unfortunate. Taking his place beside Adrien, he followed his outside to where the Hummer was parked. His eyes glanced towards Matilda then over to Spencer, who seemed rather shaken.<br/><br/>He knew what was about to come.<br/><br/>â€œShe said that Jeffery is dead,â€ Matilda said her voice breaking the silence.<br/><br/>â€œAttacked I presume,â€ Adrien grumbled out. He let out a heavy sigh, running his fingers through his hair. â€œWell, if you have the body, we have to burn it.â€<br/><br/>Faust remained calm though he felt somewhat saddened at the prospect that Spencerâ€™s brother would have to be cremated. He glanced over to see Fleur moving around the Hummer, inspecting it. He wanted to tell her to get away from there but not at this time. He would scold her later for being so careless.<br/><br/>â€œWhy not give him a proper burial,â€ Matilda asked.<br/><br/>â€œDo you want to risk him becoming into one of those monsters,â€ Faust spoke up in a tone full of authority. He knew how much his brother hated making these sorts of decisions. â€œIf we donâ€™t burn the body, he will come back and kill us all. You know thatâ€™s the procedure, donâ€™t question it.â€<br/>The air was thick as Matilda lost her will to argue with the brothers, Adrien cleared his throat looking over at Spencer. â€œDo you want to say your goodbyes now or would you rather get it over with? The longer we wait, the more likely we are all at risk.â€<br/><br/>At times Adrien seemed to act more like Faust and vice versa, but sometimes Adrien hardly stepped up to the plate, especially when it came to deaths. He was usually a level headed leader, but perhaps the death of Fleur still caused turmoil from him. Not for Faust, he could still see her, she was still with him. She would never leave his side.<br/><br/>â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">You know, youâ€™re really mean</span>,â€ Fleur whispered to him.<br/><br/>â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">Not now</span>,â€ he whispered in a low hiss, glancing over at the people who constantly stared at him. He rolled his eyes a bit, before crossing his arms over his chest. The whole group zoned in on Spencer, awaiting her next move.