*Kiley was laying on the couch in the living room, her hair surrounding her face as she lightly dozed. The drugs she had taken had calmed her nerves and allowed her to feel genuine happiness. However, she still missed milo and wished that he was there with her. She opened her eyes for a moment, which were a little glazed, and rolled over onto her back in a more comfortable position and sighed, looking up at the ceiling.*

Milo landed nearby on his broom and removed his dissillusionment charm which had covered him up when he was traveling from Hogwarts. Harshing had been torturing him into madness over the last few weeks and it showed: his face was drawn, his eyes were no longer as sparkling. Everything about him had a "worn" and ruff feel. To top it off he had the lurgy so his throat was basically sandpaper.

On his hands were the scars where Harshing had punished him. Also if you lifted off his robes there were burn marks of where Harshing had placed a hot poker. He had slipped away, but would have to get back very soon.

"Kiley," he whispered as he opened the door to the hideout. He went into the living room, saw her on the sofa and climed on top of her, kissing her lips, tears in his eyes. He hugged her and sobbed into her bosom.

*This is exactly what Kiley had wanted. she wrapped her arms around him and held him, kissing him back* "Milo......isn't okay.....shhhh...." *She moved her bad leg out of the way, just as a natural reaction.* "It's okay....you're home now..." *She whispered, running her fingers throug his hair. Kiley noticed that he was tired and different somehow, but thankfuly, the drugs kept her from really seeing it.*

"Hes joined them..." he wailed..."He's joined them... we are all doomed." Tears flooded from his eyes. He stopped quickly and looked into her eyes for a moment then began kissing her rapidly, on her neck and lips and cheeks. His hands busied themselves all over her body. What he was doing he would never know? Taking advantage of a cripple? Venting out his turmoil? Soon he became aggressive, grabbing at her body, biting at her.

*Kiley groaned and shuddered.* "Milo mil mio...." *She said, trying to get him to stop. She pushed at his shoulders with her hands* "Stop....not out here......" *She heard herself murmering. Kiley kissed him again* "Not out here....."

Realising what he was doing, he rolled off the sofa, picked up the nearest ornament and smashed it against the wall, he roared a thousand swearwords and smashed some more. The man was a wreck. His wand was out - in his rage he could not tell Kiley was drugged up.

"Why have I become this... this feeble monster? This foul demon who is but a puppet for the devil. Why am I so weak? Why am I alive?"

He placed his wand to his head. "Perhaps I should end it right here. Yes. Then I've won."

*Kiley was terrified....the drugs in her system tried to keep her at bay but the thought of milo being dead stabbed through the haze.* "Milo...." *SHe said timidly* "Milo please...." *Kiley stood on her good leg andlimped over to him, placing her hands on his chest.* "No." *She rested her head against him and closed her eyes, her hand running up his arm to where he held his wand and trying to tenderly take it from him*

He threw her back onto the sofa. "You stupid slut. Look at you, sitting there, pretending to be ill to steal the attention from me. Harshing was right - a silly little girl." He spat at her, his face horrible, contorted through fear.

He raised his hand over her and then slammed it down to her face.

*Kiley fell back onto the couch when he pushed her. She was about to get up and try to take away his wand again when he slapped her. Her entire head turned with the force of the blow. She brought a hand up to her face; it was already warm where he had struck her. She looked at him in utter disbelief*

Milo backed away, holding his fist tight - more tears came then he stood motionless, in shock at what he had just done. He didnt blink and no tears came. Then, he collapsed onto the floor and went out like a light.

It was cold inside the dream - he was in the arctic and Harshing was standing on the hillside, Kiley beside him, dead. The blood stained the snow. Harshing was still, like a demon... no an angel. A Frost Angel. And Milo had watched it happen. Wait... Harshing had no wand, he was holding it. The green light dimmed. He had killed Kiley. He had killed her... He had killed her.

And he woke with a scream.

*Kiley had moved Milo onto the couch when he blacked out via magic. She was sitting on the floor next to him, holding a cold, damp cloth to his face and an ice pack to her own. There was already a bruise there. Kiley had been resting her head on the armm rest, her eyes closed, exausted from the drugs and his mania. She opened her eyes when he screamed and brough a hand up to his arm* "Lay back down...." *she murmered, half afriad he would hit her again*

"I must go back to Hogwarts. I must or he will hurt me again, they both will..." he laughed manically, "Yes, yes. I must go." He stood up and swooped to the door where he stopped. "Do not pity me. I am still the man you want to love and bed. I am still Milo Scone. I am still... Mi..l..."

He did not finish the sentence. "Kiley. Why are you in a daze?" he whispered.

*Kiley looked up over at him* "You slapped me across the face. What do you expect?" *She said before removing the ice pack off her face to show him the bruise that was already starting to form. Of course she was lying, but it didn't matter. Kiley looked away and let her eyes slide shut for a moment before standing on her good leg and opening her eyes again to look at him* "You're not the same. You're not Milo." *She said weakly*

"No. Your eyes were like that when I entered...." But then her words stung and he turned around. "You really are one dumb bitch..." He was on the verge of exploding but calmed himself. He sat down. "Water!" He ordered her, signaling to the Kitchen. "Get it. Get it now!"

*Kiley glared at him for a moment unsure what to do before grabbing her crutches from off the ground and going to the kitchen. She almost slipped on the hard floors in the kitchen but regained her ballence. Kiley got a glass and filled it up with water. She slowly made her way back to him and contimplated throwing it on him, but then figured he'd either hit her again or make her go get more water. So she just held it out to him.* "Here you are master" *She said, her tone bitingly sarcastic. She rubbed her eyes once with open hands to keep them open*

He took it and drank and handed it back. "You do as I say Kiley! You do it with out question! Have you got a f**king problem with that?" he looked at her with a face that could launch a million slaps - a cocky, greedy face that needed someone to dictate to after being the public puppet for so many weeks. "Now take it back to the kitchen like a good girl."

*Kiley took it in her hand and looked down at it for a moment. She didn't take well to being told what to do. So she threw it against the wall with all the strength she could muster* "Get out of my house." *She snarled, turning and going on her crutches towards her room*

Milo stormed from HQ and mounted his broom, not even applying a dissilussionment charm. He flew as quick as he could, not caring if a million muggles could see him. He had had enough. He was going to join the Family.

*Kiley got to her room and threw the crutches against the closet door. She threw herself down on her bed and grabbed her pillow. Ki pulled it over her face and just screamed into it. After a moment she threw it aside and rolled onto her back, taking deep heavy breaths and closing her eyes. The drugs were taking back over and soothing her. She didn't care. Nothing mattered.*