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Albert's energy has never left him so fast. Leaning on Askel for support, he eyed the man in front of them both. Magnus had tears falling down his face. His usual light green eyes were now a glowy lemon yellow. He had never seen Magnus like this before. Magnus was like an older brother to him, even if they'd only known each other for two or three days. He felt oddly attached to him, and not in the way he was attached to Askel.

He looked around; he never had the chance to. With the fight with Magnus, he had to put all his focus. Dodging and attacking rather than where the hell they even were. They were in the sky. Somehow, Magnus' power was able to shoot the little part of the ground into the sky. He wasn't sure how it was floating, but it defiantly was. Albert wondered how Askel even had energy left. He hoped Askel wasn't pushing himself for him. Magnus seemed tired as well. 

"I..." 

Magnus started to start sentences, but never finished them. Albert wondered what made him snap. In the mix of sobs and unfinished sentences, he could hear words in Swedish, which Albert assumed were still unfinished sentences. Magnus didn't seem like the person to randomly attack people. Albert wondered if it was social pressure. 

"Magnus... why would you-"

Before he could question him, the ground under them disappeared. The last thing Albert saw before his vision went blurry with different colors blended poorly together was Magnus' panicked face. He wasn't sure why, but he had a feeling this wasn't Magnus' doing. Maybe it was nature fighting back, or maybe fate was after them again. 

Albert hadn't realized how far up they were. He felt Askel's arms holding onto him tightly. He could only hope Askel had ahold of his beloved hat too. After what felt like hours, they finally crashed. When Albert opened his eyes, he saw that they had fallen into a subway. It was dark and had an eerie feel to it. He panickily looked around for Askel, who luckily was barely under him, his left arm was right under Albert, but the rest of his body was to Albert's right. Skratch that, that was very unlucky. 

"Shit, Askel? Can you hear me?"

Askel's eyes opened. His eyes quickly shot around the disturbing place trying to figure out where they both landed.

"Are you ok, Askel?"

The white hair boy's head turned to Albert, eyes lighting up with relief that the other was okay. 

"Wow, it feels like yesterday I was the one looking down at you like this, asking if you are ok."

Albert laughed at his comment.

"That was a bad fall," Albert mocked Askel's voice, "take me to your house so I can tell you about what your father is doing in Norway. By the way, I need your help." 

"Heyy, my mother is shit too! Plus, you were eager to help me!"

Albert smirked at him. Despite his words, Albert didn't really hold anything against Askel for that. He was happy to help the pale boy. Knowing what his father was doing made him sick. It wasn't like it was hard for Albert to hear, after being left by his father for about seven years really destroyed any relationship they had. He had only talked to his father once since then, and that was for rent. He didn't have to call him again because the lady at the market had helped him out. 

He noticed Askel sitting up, eyeing him, looking for any wounds on him. His electric violet eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. Not like a flashlight, but like a dying candle. 

"You look like shit. We don't have anything here to help your wounds. I can't tell which ones are from Magnus and which ones are from that fall."

"You look terrible too, is your arm ok?"