Part 2 of Hurt Kidnapped Hurt because of it sucked

Title of story: Shock Home Syndrome

Chapter one: Braking

Victoria looked out her bedroom window. Sighing loudly, she paced around her room. He wasn't home, but even if he wasn't there he could see what she did. She stared up at the camera at the doorway of her bedroom. It was a black reminder that she couldn't leave. The only thing she could do was shut down. No talking, laughing, or smiling; She hadn't even thought about smiling since she was taken… again.

"Angel? Angelica, are you home?" Francis called sweetly.

Francis… he treated her like a normal girl, but she wasn't normal. Not anymore that is.

Victoria stepped out her room and down the stairs to where he was. She began to wave her hands, clapping them in a violent manner to let him know she was serious.

'Where do I have to go? It's not like I can leave! He won't let me!'

Francis sighed, "You have a pretty voice, Angelica…"

Victoria put her hand up to stop him, 'Don't even start. He did this to ME!'

"He… He wants to protect you." Francis was tired of trying to persuade her to do as Arthur wanted. He was tired of the fighting and the hatred that had ripped his family apart.

Speaking of the devil, Arthur came through the door with four puffy silk dresses in hand.

Francis smiled as he tried to lighten the mood with a joke, "Oh… playing dress up like we use to?" he teased.

Arthur gave a half-hearted chuckle (He never really laughed anymore do to the fact he always wanted to be strong and serious to protect Victoria). "No." he simply stated turning to Victoria, "these are for our princess."

Victoria frowned as she began to furiously use signs. 'Buying dresses for the "princess" so she will stay in your tower?'

Arthur gave her a deep frown of disappointment. It had been months since "the reunion" and in which time he had learned the various signs that Victoria instead on using instead of speaking.

"Why can't you just see I want to protect you, love?" Arthur pleaded.

'Why can't you see I don't need protecting?' Victoria signed before turning and heading up to her "tower".

Meanwhile…

Ian bounced his new favorite pastime against the prison's walls while whistling an old Scottish folk-song. The guard outside his cell rapidly tapped the bars.

"Have enough of this place, yet?" the guard grinned a dark and cruel smile. The guards loved to pick on Ian, why he had no idea. He decided it best to keep his mouth shut about it and just to answer the man's question.

"I-I" Ian paused as he stopped bouncing the ball. He sighed and continued, "I miss my girl." That's all that would come out. He didn't know how to classify his feelings for Vic. It was defiantly love; the only problem was there were so many forms of love Ian could think of he couldn't narrow it down to just one. As he began to think about the concept he fell into his own mind. He almost forgot the guard was standing outside the bars till he heard gunfire. Ian immediately jumped up from his bench-bed to his feet. He stared at the bloody corpus of the once smug guard.

He watched as his fellow inmates ran around the prison as if it was their new territory. He watched as they murdered guards.

"Is this a prison brake?" asked Ian's cell mate across the hall. The inmates name was Gilbert he was put in for sexual harassment to the third degree. Gilbert had natural red eyes that just told you he was trouble as well as white hair that matched his Albano skin.

"I guess." Ian bent down retrieving the keys from the guard. He unlocked his cell then cautiously walked over to Gilbert's cell and offered him a way out as well.

"What do I have to loss?" Gilbert laughed, so Ian turned the rusty key once again unlocking a cell door giving Gilbert his freedom.

Ian and Gilbert escaped out the back door of the prison yard, after switching their prison uniforms with the uniforms of the deceased guards that lied scattered across the prison floor.

Meanwhile…

Arthur watched the sunset from his back porch till there was nothing but black sky. Then he decided to watch the tele before heading off to bed. As he started channel surfing a late night news program caught his eye. His hands trembled and his forehead began to drip with sweat…

The announcer sounded panicked, but continued to do her job as she gave the report, "Prisoners broke out of the Sun village prison today. Over fifty guards on duty were estimated to be killed during the riot. If you have information about the where the four missing prisoners may be hiding, please contact the police right away. Thank you, Good night."

Arthur's body began to move all by itself next thing he realized he was on his way to Victoria's room…

But why?