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Gabriel had barely even wanted to go to school. He wanted to stay home and practice his telekinesis more. He hadn't mastered it yet, after all, and that was much more exciting than anything that was bound to happen at school. But he knew he had to go in order to not let his mother know anything was up. The last thing he wanted to do right now was make her suspicious. Not when they were going to be leaving soon anyways.

Which was why he was sitting in chemistry class now, listening to the instructions from his teacher over the experiment they were conducting. It wasn't really enjoyable, working with someone who hated his guts, but he didn't see any reason to go out of his way to switch partners. It would be a hassle. So he dealt with Jane and her death glares and just focused on his work.

But apparently, he was focusing a little too hard at one point, because the glass test tube Jane was holding over the flames shattered from his telekinesis and the liquid inside caused the flames to shoot up, lighting her hair on fire.

"Oh my god, what happened, my hair, my hair, someone get something for my hair," She screeched in a voice that could only be described as shrill. But before anyone could grab anything, the smoke reached the smoke detector, causing the fire alarm and sprinklers to go off, soaking everyone.

Jane wasn't hurt, luckily, but about half of her hair was burnt off now, and she'd probably have to cut the rest off to match. Gabriel was trying his best not to laugh as the teacher ushured them outside for regular fire procedures.

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Gabriel just sat there, numbly, as she kissed his skin over and over again, holding onto her as if his life depended on it. For all his protesting earlier, when push came to shove, it had been surprisngly easy to kiss his mother. What did that say about him?

Killing Brian had shook him up enough, but this was even worse. It was his mother, but the idea of being without Elle was much, much worse.

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She felt his stiffness, even as his arms held her so close, so tight she could hardly move. Breathlessly, she pulled back, their foreheads pressed, to look into his eyes. The blankness there, the shock, cut through her, and Elle shifted, coming up on her knees and threading her fingers through the drying silk of his hair. She tilted his head back over the chair, sobered now, and painfully humbled as she gazed down on him.

Everything outside of them felt so surreal--the dead bodies, the school, everything. And strangely enough, even with Virginia dead, she still felt the tingling of electricity on her fingertips. "Why did you say you were leaving me?" she whispered, trying to assess his motives.

He didn't have to leave her--he just didn't, not in Elle's mind. He shouldn't even be able to, and yet he did, for however short a time. She would have rather he tried to kill her then leave her--to just drop her like nothing, like she meant nothing?

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He barely even heard his question. It was hard to focus on words, on sounds, on anything but the pounding of his own heart at the moment. What had just happened was barely processing, and he didn't have any idea how to deal with any of it.

As she spoke he wondered idly if she would kill him anyways. He almost hoped he would, after what he had done.

He sat there silently for a few moments, staring at her, before he finally found the words to speak once more. "I was scared," He whispered back softly, gripping onto her tightly still. He couldn't let go. Not just yet.

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Her fingers curled, gripping locks of his hair hard. "Of what?" she asked calmly. What had he been scared of? Killing his mother? It certainly hadn't been of losing her.

She couldn't stop it--the happiness she felt was tainted, and she couldn't relax until he said something--did something--proved something. She didn't care if it was a lot to ask for, if it was selfish. He'd said those words and he couldn't take them back so easily. What kind of person would it make her if she just let him with open arms?

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He winced, slightly, at the tight grip on her hair. His focus was still everywhere, and it was hard to even continuing having a conversation. His head felt like cotton. "I didn't want to kill her," He admitted softly. "I didn't want to think I would do something like that just to keep you around. But I was wrong."

If she was going to kill him, she might as well get it over with. And if she didn't do it, he just might kill himself.

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Her eyes stung a little with hurt, confused tears, and her glassy, blurred vision dropped to his mouth. That hurt, a little. She loosened one hand, her fingers sliding down to caress his lips. "Why wouldn't you want to do anything for me?" she murmured in a small, sad voice. Maybe she was asking so many questions because she didn't want to kill him. She was waiting for the right answer, fishing for it, even though Elle knew past her own distress he must be hardly capable of anything right now.

She would know, after all.

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"I never thought I would do something like that for anyone, not just you," He whispered, trying to focus on her words, on anything but his mother's dead, lifeless corpse. She looked so fragile there on the floor, that last horrified expression burnt there for all time.

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Elle's heart clenched, his eyes frozen on his mother's body. Her teeth gritted and she grasped his jaw, tugged him back to face her. "Look at me," she demanded. She couldn't deny it hurt, seeing him still so concerned with Virginia... so hurt. She couldn't stop a small part of her from hurting for him, either, and the acidic, foul emotions swirled in her, making her feel sick. "Like what?" she whispered to him, falling into his dark eyes. "I did it for you, too. Don't you see, Gabriel? It's better this way. There's no one else but us now. You didn't do anything wrong. We'll miss them, but we don't need them anymore."

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His eyes fell on her, glad to have something else to focus on, to look at, even though he could still see his mother's body without looking at it. "I know...but.." He couldn't explain it, the way he felt like he had just completely condemned himself. Elle was used to killing people, maybe that made it easier for her to justify it to herself. But this was all still new to him.

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"But what?" she asked softly, and gently stroked his cheek with the backs of her fingers. She still felt it, that humming electricity. She didn't want to kill him, and she tried to smile reassuringly down at his lost, troubled look. He looked so vulnerable, so confused. "Talk to me. Let me help you."

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"If I'm willing to do these sort of things...what kind of person does that make me?" He asked softly, his eyes searching hers for guidance, for something to tie him down. He nuzzled into her hands lightly, grateful for any sort of comfort.

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She hadn't ever thought of it that way, and she wasn't sure how to answer him. She was glad that she was wrong, and he didn't seem worried about his mother's death, but only the act itself. Her brows furrowed in sadness, in thoughtfulness instead, and with a relieved sigh, she traced the curve of his bottom lip lightly. It was soft, pliant and warm to her touch.

"You're still you, Gabriel," she whispered, her gaze softening on his. She moved closer to him, into him, relaxing subtly. "You're the person you've always been. And I'll always be here to remind you."

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He nodded numbly. His head was still reeling and if she wasn't here to anchor him down, he wasn't sure what he would do. He knew they couldn't stay here much longer, not now, but he couldn't will himself to move. He just clung to her, quietly, trying to make sense of things in his head.

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Elle swallowed thickly against something lodged in her chest--cradled his head to her chest and dropped her lips to his dark, mussed hair. If she didn't know any better, she thought that boiling in her gut felt like guilt, and she resented it with all her heart. Her eyes shifted, moved to rest on Virginia's sprawled body, her paling, locked expression of horror, and a flare of pity and grief and hatred swelled inside.

Tears burned her vision, and she held him tighter, blinking quickly, trying to dispel her own Daddy's dead, frozen body from her mind. She wanted to thank him. To say she was sorry, but the words wouldn't come, not yet. Everything was all choked inside.

They needed to leave anyway, soon--now, and for the first time Elle surveyed the quiet room, the locked windows, the shelves of books and rows of file cabinets. She sniffled quietly, suppressed her tears. There was no need for them.

"We have to leave," she said quietly, urgently.

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"I know," He whispered quietly, his voice sounding almost distant from himself. He set her down on the ground for standing up, his vision swimming as he did so. He felt like he was going to be sick, or worse. But at the very least, they had to leave the school for now. Someone was bound to come in and discover them soon.

And he wasn't going to let them arrest him and Elle, only to seperate him from her. If he lost her on top of everything else, he wasn't sure what he would do.

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She was afraid, watching him rise, and her hands immediately reached to steady him; he was so slow, so unaware, so far away. If they were getting out of here, Elle realized it had to be by her wits alone--she pushed away all of her feelings, all of the churning in her gut.

They had to leave now--right away, and not just the school, but the island, the state, the country if they could manage it, and as soon as possible. Brian Davis might be dead and buried (or dumped in a river), but killing the principal (that was a stupid move--so stupid, but she didn't regret it) and Virginia here, at this point, were two undeniable murders linked to them.

There would be no disappearing, like they'd planned. Just running.

Elle took in a deep breath, pushing up on her toes to kiss his lips soundly, once, and then turned the the window, keeping a grip on his arm to take him with her. It was easy enough to unlock it, open it, and she nudged him forward to climb out.

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His vision blurred again as he somehow managed to climb out of the window, stumbling over his own feet during the process. The reality of the situation, of what they had done, was sinking in on him and it was only making him feel even more out of it. More disconnected.

They had to get as far away as possible, at least out of state. They couldn't take his mother's car, it would too easy to trace, to follow. They had to steal a car, or something. Anything. Just get out of state, out of the city at least. If they maybe got into Jersey, that would buy them enough time to figure out what to do next.

And maybe by then, he could collect himself again.

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Elle was thinking of heading north--Canada--the closest place the law couldn't touch them. They'd have to go by her house quick, so quick. They needed the money she'd started to collect, because it was all they had. They needed a car, and they needed one quickly.

She followed him out, weaving her fingers through his and squeezing, tugging him in a jog across the lawn and to the street. Decidedly, she headed up towards her house at a brisk pace, her heart thudding against her chest, her head spinning.

All she could do was count the seconds.

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What were they going to do for jobs? For money? To survive? To not starve to death? So many thoughts buzzed through his head, among the imagines of his mother's dead body, and he couldn't focus.

He squeezed her hand tightly, the only thing that seemed real at all anymore.

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He grip on her hand hurt, chaffed, but Elle didn't mind. Behind her mask of determination, panic began to stutter her heart. What once felt like a blessing--being with Gabriel forever where ever they wanted to be--was now a question of being safe. Surviving.

She sped up. It seemed to take much too long to get to her house. She imagined the school finding the bodies--when? Right now, as she approached the door? Five minutes ago? In the next moment?

Shaking slightly with her key, Elle unlocked the door and pushed inside, immediately running upstairs. She already had started packing a bag, and Elle had to extract her hand from Gabriel to start raiding her jewelry--all gold and silver and diamonds. Her Daddy would have some, too.

Her eyes rested on the small, ticking box Gabriel had fixed for her on her dresser, and she passed by him to clutch at it desperately and put it in the bag too.

"My dad's room is down the hall," she said in a strained voice. "Take all the gold you see. He has a lot of watches on top of his dresser. Some clothes might fit, too. Hurry."

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Gabriel nodded quietly. He didn't want to leave Elle, he didn't want her out of his sight, but he knew he had to listen, had to function despite how he wanted to just break down more than anything else.

He made his way into her father's bedroom, looking around the area curiously. Everything Bob owned seemed to say that he had been an important man, special. The kind of man his mother always wanted him to be. The kind of man he would never be now.

He tried to push away those thoughts as he began to grab as many things as he could, throwing them into a bag. He had never seen so much gold in his life. It almost seemed as if everything Bob had touched had turned into gold. It was weird.

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Without him in the room, Elle felt empty, felt the loose threads in her strain, and maybe a few of them broke, too. She choked on a hitching breath and haphazardly shed her dress for jeans and one of Gabriel's sweater's, pulling on worn sneakers instead of her heels. She threw some clothes--hardly anything--amongst all her valuables, zipped it up, and all but flew down the hall back to him.

She sucked in a needy, relieved breath when he saw him--still here, still moving, even though his eyes were scary, open, unlike anything she'd seen before.

She wondered what happened. What she did. Was this because of her, because she cornered him into killing his mother? The worst part was she wasn't even sorry, not really. Just worried, so worried he'd resent her for something that wasn't even wrong. No matter what he said, he seemed to think it was.

Maybe they weren't so similar. So much the same as she'd thought. And the painful part was it just made her want him, love him more. She needed to understand. Needed to know this could be salvaged.

"Are you ready?" she asked breathlessly, her mind reeling, her eyes wide and terrified.

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It was strange, as he placed each item of gold away in his bag, his mind began to clear. As much as he loved his mother, she would have only held him back, in the long run. Without her around, he really could be whatever he wanted, special. So much more than just the son of a watchmaker.

And he never would have had the opportunity without Elle.

Breathing became easier as he compartmentalized his grief, pushing it away in a tiny cavern where he almost couldn't feel it anymore.

At her words he looked up at her, nodding. His eyes were more steady now, calm and collected. "I'm ready," He murmured softly. He took a step closer to her now, pressing a soft kiss against her lips.

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She knew they didn't have time for it, not at all, but her eyes closed and she leaned, pressed against him, prolonging the kiss. She felt starved for him, for some sort of comfort, some anchor. It was typical, of course, now that his hands were sure and his gaze wasn't so vacant that she started to lose it, a little. "I love you," she whispered against his lips, clutching at his shirt desperately. "Are you okay?"

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He held her close to him, running his fingers through her hair gently, glad for her warmth next to him. It was a nice comfort. "I think so," He whispered softly. He was still shaken, but better then he had been earlier.