This is a repost of a story from the 'Ties That Bind' that I used to write for 5D's. Instead of posting it all into one story, though, I figured I should just repost them separately, since the only things these stories have in common is they are all about 5D's…which the site already graciously made.

This is focused on Misty's thoughts surrounding Carly after Carly died and became a Dark Signer.

Futility

Tears.
Despair.
Frozen.
Loneliness.

I don't want to die.

It was an image I was all too familiar with; the image I awoke to in cold sweat every night since I learned of my Tobi's demise at the hands of Izayoi Aki.

No. A name means it must be a sentient being.

Witches are anything but.

The scene flashed in my mind when I glanced at Carly Nagisa's face for the first time. I was ordered to search the city for another Dark Signer. Of course, I couldn't disregard my responsibilities as the top model – people still assumed I was among the living.

Little did I know that I would find what I was looking for at the world premiere of the "Road of the King"; in a little-known reporter, no less. She was so full of energy and life, then, that I had mixed feelings of reading her fortune. I was overjoyed that, soon, my counterattack against the Arcadia Movement would start. But would it really be at the cost of this young girl?

Tobi's face flashed in place of hers for a moment when I removed her glasses and it was suddenly clear to me.

I saw it again when the girl approached me at my penthouse. This time, the girl had a determined set of eyes. She asked about the Arcadia Movement. Hatred arose in me, but I kept my demeanor. As I confirmed her suspicions, the resolve was peppered with a flavor of fear. She wouldn't let that stop her, though. She was filled with love and admiration of a Signer.

Just like Tobi was.

I felt the need to warn her.

Just like I warned Tobi.

I knew it would be fruitless.

Just like it was with Tobi.

I saw it, for the third and final time. Smoke and cinder and flame wrapped around what was once the home of that vile Arcadia Movement. We stood atop the result of our vengeance. By then, it was already too late for her; too late for me.

Regret swelled within me. Even for our gain, she was far too young to be taken. A Signer had taken her heart. Now, it had taken her life, as well.

My face flashed in place of hers for a moment and I was reminded yet again.

Death waits for no one.

All I could do was what I wished someone once did for me. I took her in my arms and cried with her.

Endless streams trickled down my cheeks.
A bottomless pit that threatened to consume me
I had no pulse; my life was robbed.
Would I die in a place like this?

I really don't want to die.