Within the jail it was night time, to the prisoners in their cells it was the only time they were allowed to rest and recover. One cell in particular held two people both trying to sleep.
The first Jack was tossing and turning as images went through his mind, he saw two strangers before him one looking dishevelled was crying while the other tried to put on a strong front, he distantly felt pain in his torso and struggled to keep awake within his dream despite the daily torture not being that bad today. He felt a sense of failure and uselessness along with a need to see Alice.
The second Alice at first glance seemed better but she was muttering in her sleep, visions of pink blood flying everywhere, an insane delight at the blood and the hurt thing in front of her, she saw movement and saw a girl holding some kind of spear and her clothes a mess. Without hesitation she struck wanting the girls blood to fly when it happened. A grimace passed her face outside of the dream and her muttering began to speed up "Jack" repeated with a fear.
In her dream she saw that moment again, the blade that had formed on her arm cut through the air towards the other girl when her target was pushed to one side as Jack saved the other girl. Her blade stabbed into Jack's chest and as droplets of his blood hit her mind cycled those last moments. Out of the dream the stress of her mind showed as her eyes opened, a pink glow dimly glowing from them.
Alice only started to settle when she saw Jack, moving other she held on to him as if he might disappear the action making him open his eyes. Silently looking at each other they managed to soothe their nerves closed their eyes and while no sleep would come to them now they managed to rest.
It was a few hours later that Jack and Alice were pulled out of their cell by the Marchen, they were pulled in different directions and despite their wishes they could only put up a token resistance, too tired to struggle.
Jack was taken to a small room where the marchens already had a few people ready to be tortured, they would be cut, bruised and battered until they screamed. A marchen dug its claws into one of the others drawing blood and starting the screams.
Alice was taken the other direction and was made to lick the walls, it was a strange task that seemed pointless only Jack could hear how the Jail reacted to the action and with him elsewhere and everyone around Alice too afraid to make any noise of complaint there were nothing to distract her from the images burned in her mind.
She saw Jack being stabbed by her, see him bleeding and falling. Again and again the scene played out as she licked the wall a foul taste seeping in. Unknown to her she was ingesting the jails very blood her eyes shifting to pink.
This continued until she recognised Jacks voice in the air, or rather his screams of pain, she tried to get up, to go to him but the Marchen stopped her holding her down and overpowering her. The screams wouldn't stop for several minutes and their absence seemed to flick a switch, Alice's mind started to darken her awareness of the surroundings fading as see saw images from her dream Jack getting stabbed, him falling into a abyss.
An explosion of pink energy coursed through her making her clothes fade, her hands become glowing claws which grabbed the Marchen and tore. It was a flurry of action, pink and red blood flying before the room contained just Alice and chunks that looked like meat everywhere. With only a distance awareness Alice moved towards where the screams had come from killing anything she came across. What people managed to avoid her ran away terrified of her, some had realised that something was up with her before but now they knew her to be a monster.
Mamoru survived thanks to Hikari tacking him away from Alice as she ran by and with Marchen to kill Alice didn't take a second glance at them. The pair who often talked to Alice and Jack where terrified tho they failed to connect Alice to their friend since they had never seen each other, simply talked from one cell to the other.
Reaching the torture room Alice killed and killed, splattering herself with blood red and pink she saw a figure laying on the ground already bleeding from cuts on his arm, she prepared to kill him to revel in more carnage when she saw his face. The image of her stabbing Jack screamed through her mind, it was meant to be a dream, not real and yet. Stopping her claw she fell to her knees looking at Jack, the desire for blood, the horror at nearly hurting Jack and the sight of him, hurt from torture but mostly ok went through her. The sound of movement stirred her into action her mind focused on jack, she picked him up and ran. Ran from the images, the memory and everything.
Eventually Jack woke up and looking up he spoke "Alice, is that you", still exhausted from his injuries it took him a moment to realise what was happening. "Where are we", getting no reply he looked at Alice and saw the differences, the silver hair, the pink eyes, that her hand had now form claws that gently held him.
Making the connection between her form and the state that happened to her sometimes when she licked the walls, he shakily held up his finger which still had a small cut, "quick Alice drink my blood". Looking down at him Alice stopped running and acting on pure habit started to suck the blood, feeling a kind of relive before returning to normal. Coming back to awareness Alice said" I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken your blood. Not when your hurt as it is", Jack replied "it was just the normal torturing". Alice just told him to rest as they ducked into a small room, what its function had been couldn't be guessed but it would do to hide in for now, putting Jack down she peeked out the door, seeing Marchen in the distance but none moving their direction. "Just rest for now" she told Jack.