"Got to get away before the poison spreads, I'm scared, I can't wake up, I lie again, even my memories are being dyed."

— Fear, Seventeen

Returning to the hotel room, the plan was put into action and everyone became aware of the part they'd begin to play. Separating their own ways, they left only Trixie and Kaz in the living room, sat around the dining table. Silence surrounded them as Kaz began scribbling away at his notes, leaving the girl in her own world as she thought everything over. Calling out his name, she noticed he continued doing what he had been doing, so she said his name again.

Looking up from the papers, he sent her an unimpressed look as she frowned, tapping the table in front of her. "My mother will know something up, she's not stupid, Kaz." Trixie explained, doubting her part in the plan.

"Which is why you're going to go and distract her." Kaz replied, going back to his papers as she scowled.

"How am I meant to do that?" Trixie quizzed, raising a brow as he huffed, looking up once again.

"Talk to her, poison her, tie her up, torture her, kill her, I don't care." Kaz placed the pen down and looked up to meet her eyes. "Just keep her out of the auction."

"She will realise what I am doing and it will result in one of us not leaving that building and I have a feeling it's not gonna be me walking out." Trixie mumbled, her voice softer as she looked at him. "I can't fight her, I won't."

"Then don't fight her." Kaz commented, rising from the table with the papers still in his hand. "Trix, you're smart, you'll figure something out."

With that, he left her with her thoughts, while his own consumed him entirely. There was so many things he wanted to say to her in case things went to shit, but he couldn't get them out. Maybe it was better for them if he remained silent and kept his tone cruel, it was better if her last memory of him was of his he seemed like he wished to be anywhere but in her presence. Running a hand through his hair, he turned around to see the girl hadn't moved, staring at the table in front of her. He hoped they made it out of this and he swore to himself that if they did, he'd tell her everything.

The next day, the others hurried to go where they needed to be while Trixie had already been long gone. She had to take the longest route to her old house to be out of sight from the public. They were still wanted for the kidnapping of Wylan Van Eck, the entire situation still amused her greatly. One time she'd joked to the boy, asking how he felt about being kidnapped and he'd dramatically responded 'I've never felt so terrified', clutching his hand to his heart for theatrics.

Theatrics were long gone now, this was now their reality and they needed to be more serious about. Anxiety ran through her veins as she pulled herself into her old bedroom window, faintly hearing her mother walking below her. Clicking of heels against wooden floor echoed in her ears and she carefully stepped into the hallway, ensuring she didn't touch any out of place floorboards, a skill she'd mastered a long time ago.

Checking where her mother was, she snuck down the stairs and slipped her dagger into her sleeve. As she peered through the crack in the banister, she noticed her mother all ready to leave for the auction. The woman was sat on the sofa, a cup of tea in her hands as she held a book in her lap. She was running out of time and she had to come up with something quickly. Walking down the remaining steps, she headed into the living room, grabbing a plant pot and smashing it on the floor.

Immediately, Elara placed her book down and walked into the room, not expecting to see her daughter staring at her with a rare edition of a teacup. Looking at her mother in the eye, she let it fall out of her hand and smash onto the floor, shattering in a million pieces. The woman's eyes went to the broken pieces for a second before flicking back up to meet Trixie's.

"I thought I told you to never come back here." Elara spoke, eyes narrowed as she looked at her daughter. "Why are you back, Trixie, to smash my teacups? You know full well they were expensive."

"No." Trixie sent the woman a disgusted look. "That was just to get your attention." Within a second the dagger that had been in her sleeve was lodged into the woman's thigh, causing her to gasp out in pain, stumbling slightly. "I want to talk."

"Can't we do this like civilised people, over tea?" Elara grunted as Trixie stepped towards her, shrugging. The blonde knocked the woman down, pressing her boots a top the woman's chest to keep her down. "Right, I can't move, so, talk."

"Why did you send someone after me?" Trixie questioned and the woman chuckled loudly, the girl increasing the pressure on her chest.

"You've got quite a large number over your head." Elara replied nonchalantly, that smirk tugging at her lips. "Dead or alive, I figured you'd put up a fight so I went for the safest option. It seems you're smarter than I gave you credit for." With that, Elara raised her leg and hoisted the girl's grip off her. Tugging the dagger out of her thigh, she twisted it in her hand as Trixie backed up, moving towards the cabinet. "I've missed our little mother daughter chats."

"Save it for someone who cares." Trixie responded as Elara shrugged, heading towards the girl as she avoided the hit directed at her. Crashing sounded as the cabinet's contents dropped to the ground, smashing and scattering shards of glass all over the floor. "How can you want me dead this much, I'm your daughter?"

"You were my daughter." Elara replied as the girl kicked her leg into the woman's stomach. "You've changed and not for the better, Trix. My daughter would never associate with thieves and criminals, she had more respect for herself than that."

"You're one to speak of respect, you lost yours years ago." Trixie scoffed as the woman grabbed ahold of her, pushing her against the wall. She was barely there for a few seconds before she leaned her head back and smashed it against the woman's temple. Clutching her head in agony, Elara let her hold of her daughter and allowed her to slip behind her.

Noticing the angry look on her mother's face, she decided to do what she did best, she ran.

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