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Vance got to the crack she had hidden the exceeds in and sniffed around again. "Werewolf...... Close......" He said in a booming deep voice. The ting dragonslayor looked down the hallway and took off after her, knowing he was getting closer.

Mia continued to limp, noticing that she could smell Vance again and hear his voice. But it wasn't his voice, it sounded like someone was controlling him. Turning right again, she made it halfway down the new hallway before noticing it was a dead end. She was trapped.

Vance reached the dead end she was at and stood at the other end, blocking it off. "Werewolf..... You must die....." He said, his yellow eyes giving off a dull glow.

"I'm not going down without a fight." Mia responded, knowing that Vance had nothing to do with this. But something in her mind nagged at her, telling her that Vance wasn't trying to stop the monster after all. "Come and get me, baby."

A silver claw appeared on vances hand and charged at her, but stopped midway and put a hand on his head. "No... I won't do it...." He said. The scientist zapped him again, but he still didn't move.

Mia ducked from the claw and rolled to the wall, her foot throbbing from moving it. "VANCE, DON'T GO CRAZY ON ME! I STILL WANT MY SHIRT!" Mia yelled, trying to get through to him. She got up slowly, a new wound on her forearm from the fall. None of her wounds were healing because of the silver infused into his wings, it was making her weaker by the minute.

"Shirt..... Mia..... I love.... You." Vance roared again and his silver wings vanished, but his bone ones remained as he fell to the floor, unconscious from the electricity and having to fight back from the mind control.

Mia stumbled over to Vance, barely managing to catch him before they both toppled to the floor. He loves me. Was the only thought that came to her mind as she got up from the ground, Vance over her shoulder. "Vance, stop being a baby. You're going to live and you're going to get me a new shirt, then we're going to the movies." Mia mumbled to herself, stumbling back towards Miles and Bandit. "Miles, come out and help Bandit out too."

Miles helped bandit out once he was out and picked up vances foot and began to help carry him as he continued to sleep.

Mia picked up Bandit and continued through the maze, feeling the scientists attempts of waking Vance up. "Please, please let us out." She mumbled to herself, trying to focus on the way. Her vision was swimming before her again and the strange smell had come back, making it harder for her to focus.

After a few minutes of being carried, Vance awoke and looked around. "Where..... Where am I?" He asked as he looked around.

"Oh.... Good..." Mia breathed heavily, most of her strength drained from carrying Vance and the silver embedded into the walls and floor. Setting Vance down, She leaned against the wall, clearly exhausted.

Vance stood up and dusted himself off. "That's it. I am absolutely tired of this!" Vance got in a dragon's roar stance. "DRAGONS ROAR!" using all three elements he had now he blew a hole through the maze and through to the outside. Trying to hurry, Vance picked up mia and the exceeds and flew at his top speed.

Mia leaned her head against Vance's torso, noticing that the smell was strongest when she was closer to him. "Are.. You wear... wearing cologne?" She asked sleepily, the shirt around her head soaked with blood. None of her wounds had healed in the maze, not even the smallest cut.

"Not a lot. Why do you ask?" He asked as he was flying back to where he knew her pack was, miles and bandit flying close to him.

"'Cuz... you smell like... silver." Mia closed her eyes, falling asleep. Her whole pack was gathered under the rock that Mia had fought under the first day, everybody looking tense. It probably hadn't been a good idea to let Mia sleep considering she could have a concussion, but who could stop an exhausted werewolf from sleeping? Everybody looked up when Vance flew over them with Mia, her red and black hair covering some of her face.

Vance landed and fell to one knee. "Please, someone help her she's wounded."

The older man approached again, Mia's father, and pointed to the healing tent with a stern glare. "Once more, Son of the Dragons. You have one more chance to prove yourself worthy and not bring my daughter home unconscious." He threatened, his eyes turning a deadly yellow color. "There are salves in there you must apply to her wounds, and a potion for you to drink. For you have been fused with silver, and it will be no easy trip getting it out of you."

"I'm sorry sir. This is all my fault." Vance picked himself up off the ground and went to the medical tent. Once he was there he applied the salves to her wounds and drank the potion, waiting for her to heal up and for the potion to kick in.

Unlike the first time, Mia didn't thrash around. Instead she laid there still, like she was already dead except for the steady rising and falling of her chest. The potion would kick in faster than the salves would, and when it did it would feel like fire burning Vance from the inside out.