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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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"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.

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She nodded gratefully and sucked in a shaking breath, wedging her head under her chin and rubbing her face into the center of his chest. Good, she thought, and let her shoulders fall and her breath to even as she relaxed. That was what mattered.

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He held her close, just taking a slow, deep breath as he closed his eyes temporary. It might never be as simple as things were before, but it was going to be okay. He had to believe that.

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She had to believe it, too. For better or worse, it was this or death. They'd already made that clear to each other. She squeezed him tighter, tilted her head up to kiss his neck, his Adam's apple, nuzzle into his pulse. She wished they could just stay here forever, until everything else just went away.

"We'll take the chauffeur's car as far as past the city," she whispered. "It's parked across the street. We'll dump it and find another one. Take the back roads from there, okay? Until we can get into Canada."

Having a plan always helped her calm down.

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He nodded his head in agreement. He liked having a plan too. It was oddly comforting to at least know what they were doing. It was better than nothing. He nodded, leaning in to press a kiss against her forehead.

"Okay."

He never thought he would have to flee the country, but things didn't always turn out the way people planned. He paused for a moment, a thought occuring to him.

"Would there be a list...of people with powers in Canada on your father's computer?"

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Her brows furrowed, and she hesitated for a moment, a bit thrown off by the pointed, random question. "I don't..." She shook her head. "Maybe. There's no time, Gabriel. Our homes are the first place they'll look."

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He sighed a little in disappointment. If he had powers other than just the telekinesis, maybe they wouldn't have to run so much. "I guess you're right," He murmured softly.

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She sobered further at his fallen expression and frowned, pulling away from him. She hated it when he wasn't happy. "It's okay. Maybe his laptop is here, too," she said with a reassuring smile, and walked over to pull out the littered briefcase she knew he slid under his bed.

Sometimes he kept it at work, but judging by the case's weight, Gabriel might be in luck. Quickly, she spun in the code that Daddy never knew she'd figured out, and opened it on the bed.

There it was, his small little notebook. She looked towards Gabriel for approval, smirking victoriously.

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He smiled softly, looking down at the laptop as she popped open the briefcase. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, nuzzling her neck from behind. "We'll take it with us, then."

After all, they didn't want to waste time trying to get the information now, while they were still inside the house. She was right before, there just wasn't time to waste like that.

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She grinned, humming out a content sigh and tipping her head to the side, instinctively, for him. Then she shut the briefcase with a click and spun around to face him, kissing him once more, nipping at his smiling lip with a soft, wanting purr and a caught breath. It seemed with every passing moment he was acting more and more like himself, and Elle wasn't going to question it, not now. "Okay, let's go," she whispered.