Guards marched into the room taking away Marluxia back to the cell.

When Marluxia woke in her cell again, she was surprised to see that she wasn't shackled. "What?" she asked herself. She got on her hands and knees.

Gandal drummed his fingers on the desk in front of him, he was bored out of his word and he had been all morning. He signed noisily, rubbing his eyes.

MArluxia walked up to the bars an gripped them. "You can't keep me here!!!" she yelled. "You know what happens if you do." She began to chuckle like a mental freak. If there as one way to get out of a cell, it was to act psychotic.

Gandal heard his door knock, not a usuial thing, 'come in!' He called drearily. A small man rushed in, probably in his early twenties.

'Master Buanlocks has a note.' He put a piece of paper on his desk, obviously it was very private. Gandal nodded and the man left. Gandal scanned through the note, nodded and made a phone call.

Marluxia sat on the floor, head down and smiling. She didn't want to lose trust, but she didn't want to stay in a cell either. When they gave her some food, she would run.

"Sorry that ive been away.. What is up?"

Gandal arrived at the cell, hands clasped behind his back, two guards followed him, wearing armour from head to toe, carrassing rifles.

Marluxia chuckled from her cell. She had seen hthe guards from her vntage point on the floor. She was surprised to see Gandal come down to her. "Well will wonders never cease. It's the big man himself." She stood and walked over to the bars and gripped them. "Come to let the beast loose have we?" She smiled. "Or has bigger boss man said that I am a threat and to kill me?"

"This is a private execution." The guard said as Gandal dropped his head and slowly stepped away.

Marluxia smiled. "Private. That sounds exciting." She let the door go and allowed the guard to open it. When he did, she striked. Stiff and straight into his chest. She heard his sternum crack and let him drop to the floor. He wasn't going to get up in a hurry. "Thank you very much," she said as she walked over him. "Now what were you going to do with me again? Because I know you aren't going to kill me yet."

"Leave me alone." Gandal said, his voice wavering, temper flaring throughout his body. He swiftly pulled out his gun, pointing it at her head.

"Guns? Really? I thought you were civilised people." She shook her head. "Obviously not. I won't hurt you. I never intended on doing anything like that. I just needed to stretch my muscles." She smiled sadistically.

"This is an execution." Gandal said, "We don't need your kind anymore -- we have machines and technology that can nearly make us invincible." He loaded the gun, smiling grimly.

"Fine. Suit yourself. I will not resist." She spread her arms wide, shut her eyes and hung her head. "But you won't kill me."

Gandal pulled the trigger... BANG.

(Am I dead??)

((Are you? It's up to you.))

(Kk.)

Marluxia opened one eye and looked up at Gandal. She smiled. "I told you you wouldn't do it." She looked at the wall on her left. There was a small calliber bullet embeded in the wall. She turned back to him. "Thank you," she whispered.

'What?' Gandal stuttered, stepping back.

She kicked the gun out of Gandal's hand then kicked it across the corridor. She pulled a magnet from the wall. It was no bigger than her pinky finger nail. "As I said. You won't kill me." She smiled. "Now. What should I do?"

'Who... What... Are you?' He said, a frown creasing his brows.

"You know the answer. But I will tell you anyway. I am Marluxia Terrence. The last Techtonite in the galaxy."

Gandal considered this for a moment, "No..." He put both hands to his hand, sighing dramtically. "You must leave."

"Why? Is there something wrong? Oh what am I saying? If you're telling me to leave of course there is something wrong." She mumbled and walked in a small circle. "Where do I go. I have no-where and I don't really know where I am. I'll be running blind."