Grace tipped open the door of her cell as it creaked loudly throughout the abandoned hallways of the asylum. Her eyes squinted and adjusted to the darkness. She knew that she shouldn't be roaming around the halls at this hour, but she promised she'd meet Kit at the kitchen doors once Sister Jude and Sister Mary Eunice locked up. Stepping carefully over the cement ground of the asylum, her pace quickened. Her records of sneaking out and getting caught were to high to chance anymore, since she pretty much got caught sneaking out of her cell for too many times to even count. She hadn't had any idea on what Kit may say to her, but she always liked talking with Kit, even if it meant her getting in trouble for it.
Turning the corner of one of the Asylums many complicated hallways, she heard a sound. She heard a rushed pitter pattering of one's footsteps down the hallways up ahead where the kitchen doors were. Grace's eyes widened as she stopped in mid walk, her sweaty hands finding the cobwebbed, dusty wall. She leaned up against the wall as much as she could, the shadows of the wall covering her body. Her heart skipped nervously as the footsteps slowed and became distant, but then loud and near.
A while later, Grace stood upon the wall for 5 minutes or so and had thought she heard the footsteps linger far off from the up ahead hallway. Making her move away from the wall and turning the corner of the next hallway, she bumped into a tall, narrow figure and let out a shriek. The man grabbed her and covered her mouth before the sound could escape into the air. "Shhh," Kit said as his hand still covering her mouth. "We have to be quiet," His accent took ahold and Grace could feel her heart melt just from the sound of his voice. Kit gently let go of her mouth and took her hand, leading her through the darkness and into the kitchen that smelled of burnt bread. As they entered the kitchen, her eyes once again had to adjust to the dim light that lit up the kitchen. Her hand, still in the palm of Kit's, squeezed his carefully. A faint smile appeared on his face and also hers. "I thought you said you weren't scared of nothin'," A smirk came to his beautiful face, recalling back to her scream when she'd bumped into him. Grace's cheeks turned a light pink, lighting up her dull pale face. "Well- I-.." Her long eyelashes batted at the cement flooring as an embarrassed smile flooded her face. "I didn't know you were there. I thought you were Dr. Arden or something.." Her smile faded from mentioning of the doctors name, and none of them spoke. A long silence of flashbacks happened for both Grace and Kit, remembering the awful things the man had done to hurt them. "I won't let him hurt you," Kit's voice was firm and protective, but Grace knew that if Kit even laid a hand on Dr. Arden, he would be sent to the electric chair. "I'm fine. He's not here now. It's just you and me now Kit," Grace looked up into his dark brown eyes, and put her small, limp arms around him. Kit bent his head down, kissing the crown of her head, caressing her ratted brown hair. She breathed in his strong husky scent, and relaxed her body into Kit's, melting into him. "I-" Grace murmured out from beneath his protective grasp, but he then put a finger to her lips. "Shh.." He whispered soothingly, his eyes closing to the sound of her breathing. "Sleep, you need to Grace. You hadn't slept in days," Kit picked up her fragile body and cradled her in his arms as he sat cross-legged on the cement ground. Grace murmured something that couldn't be understood and fell asleep in Kit's arms. Once Grace was in deep sleep, Kit drifted off as well. Although as they both fell into deep sleep, the old door to the kitchen groaned open as a skinny, yet tall, man in black appeared.