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He was slightly taken aback by her abrupt dismissal, but said, "Seriously. Don't worry about my door."

"It's something small. Something I can handle easily. Let me." She gave him a quick kiss before heading to the Runner's House.

He had a bad feeling about this. But let her go. He left as well.

Heleman flew in, looking for a place to hide out for a couple days.

Cynthia was strolling through the library's shelves and spotted someone. She pulled her her gun nervously and held it out in front of her. She wasn't going to hurt them unless they made the first move to attack her, "Who's there?"

Heleman soared up into the shadowy rafters at the sound of a voice. "Who wants to know?"

She twirled around looking for the person who owns the voice, but is unsuccessful "I asked you first! Who's there?"

"Declare yourself or I'll shoot."

"Cynthia Rose..." She pulls out her second guns and holds them out, "Don't you dare shoot me! I will get you back for that if you do that to me."

He laughed. "Not if youre dead. Age, faction, power?"

"Ha! You'll first have to hit me, good luck with that," she moves across the floor keeping her footsteps quiet while glancing around the books scattered around, "19 year old WTS with healing powers. NOW where are you?"

He landed behind her. "My name is Heleman," the surprisingly young boy said quietly.

Cynthia jumps up shocked that he came behind her. She quickly turns around to face him, "I won't shoot unless you tell me your information as I did to you."

"15," he lied, he'd recently turned 13. "Factionless."

"Any powers I should know about 15 year old boy?" She smirked eyeing him for awhile.

He crossed his arms, rolling his eyes, which made him look even younger.

"Oi, that doesn't answer my question. Any powers?" Cynthia asked a little annoyed of his behavior, "You look a little too young to be fifteen, boy."

"I told you my name," he said snippily.

She placed down her gun searching her brain and opened her mouth to open disagree. Cynthia closed her mouth finally remembering, "Sorry, I forgot... I tend to do that."

"Heleman. Do you need me to spell it?" he said tersely.

"No," she finally placed her gun in it's pouch, "Now are you going to tell me if you have any powers Heleman."

"Nope," he said, lowering his slightly but not putting it away.

She eyed him, "I'm not going to hurt you, if I was I would have shot you before I put away my weapons. AND I cannot hurt you without healing powers, can I now?"

He shrugged apathetically.

"So what are you doing here anyways? I'm sure you are needed somewhere," Cynthia ignored his shrug.

"I don't see how that's any of your business."

"It's not. I am just curious," she replied coldly hating his attitude, "She turned to her side keeping and eye on him while grabbing a random book from a shelf. Her right hand was resting on her hip as she scanned the cover quickly in case he tried something.

"I try not to cater to curiosity," hr said snarkily.

"Then don't. I don't care if you do or not," she placed the book back in a shelf and grabbed another.

"Why are YOU here?"

She stuck the book back in it's shelf and faced him again. She smiling cockily using his words against him, "I try not to cater to curiosity."

He rolled his eyes irritably. "I have a right to know. I was here first. "

"Your curious, aren't you?" she walked around him making sure not to turn her back on him, "And don't I have a right to know too? What if I arrived here before you did? Hmm...ever thought of that." She knew she didn't arrive first, but she didn't care, Cynthia wasn't going to tell him unless he told her first.

"But you didn't," he stated flatly. "Answer the question." He turned so he was still facing her.

"Why should I if you aren't going to? I did ask first," she wrinkled her nose when dusk flew into her face from the shelves.

"So?"

He was really beginning to tick her off, but she pushed off the anger that was beginning to brew in her. She winked at him while taking a few step back, "You should really respect you elders. I'm like four years older than you. So where we're we? Hmm....you were going to cater to my curiosity as I remember."

He rose up over a foot off the ground, using his power of flight. "There, now we're equal height. You gonna answer my question or no?" he gestured with his gun.

In one swift move Cynthia threw the book she was holding on the floor and held out her guns in front of her. One in each hand each aiming at him, "Aww, if only height mattered... You're still only a child Heleman."

"You know nothing about me," he said darkly, repeating the words he'd said to Shaid not an hour before. There was a black glint in his eyes that backed up his words, however young he was. He was no innocent.

"That is correct, that is why you have two guns pointing straight at you," she cocky stated with a snicker. Cynthia dared him with her eyes to go further, she would do anything to live and even harming a little boy wouldn't stop her. "Now now now, calm down Heleman. You would want to be one my bad side, would you?"

He smirked, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "I think it's a little late for that." His gun was trained on her.

"See, that's why you should respect you elders," she remarked flatly, tighting her grip on her guns, "If you would have, things would have went smoother. It was just a simple question: why are you here? It won't kill you to answer it, now would it Heleman?"

"I might be younger than you, but I can still kill you before you can kill me." I dare you.

Cynthia signed, "Kids and their imagination...I used to have an imagination like that when I was ten." Her eyes stared at him waiting to see what he was going to do. She want to back off and find a shelter safe enough to rest, but there was no way she was going to tell him that or even give him the hint of idea that she wanted no part in this.

"I've done it before." he stated matter of factly.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, I'm different from your other challenges," she smirked.

"How so?"

"Because I will survive unlike the others," she stated coldly.

"What makes you so sure?"