The Lion was running down the hallway of Nova. He glanced back over his shoulder, seeing no one. He knew that they were still there, coming for him. It was a free day at school, meaning that they didn't have normal classes. Suddenly, they appeared at the end of the hall, they were starting to catch up. They had enlisted older ones. The Lion feared that he was going to be captured and sped up. He had to be faster than the older ones, they would hold him until the younger ones caught up. He rounded another corner and passed a door. The door suddenly opened and the Lion was dragged inside. Fearing a trap by the older ones, he struggled against the hands holding him. He stopped when a wing brushed up against him. "Stop struggling will you?" Sanguinius hissed, barely audible. "Sorry, I thought it was a trap by the older ones," the Lion apologized, also keeping his voice low. "That makes sense actually," Sanguinius whispered. "I think the only...