"Sol! Are you going to come down from the roof any time soon, old chum?" my British roommate, Jake, shouted at me. I was perched on the edge of our crappy little main department store-like apartment building looking out at the stars again. Thinking. I had done a lot of think in the four years I had been here. About my family. My parents, my twin sisters, my friends, that life. Both eyes, no scars. And even after all this time, I still hadn't run out of things to think about.

"Whelp, goodnight guysth. I love you all. I misth you." I said to the stars. I hoped that maybe, by some twist of fate, my loved ones would look up at the stars and here me. My dad believed that with all his heart, and I hoped with all of mine he had been right. I lifted myself up, and cleared my throat a bit, hoping to swallow the accursed lisp that had become even harder to control when my jaw, and I quote Jake, "mended the wonky way". I turned to face the door to go back to my room and return to whatever coding I left up on my screen last. Until the sight of the figure standing on the same rooftop as me registered in my rusted think pan.

I stopped and looked. Dark figures had been the subject of every single scary dream since that night. The terrifying image of the Doctor came to my mind, and I wonder if it was even possible to jump down into Jake's window into our shitty top floor apartment.

" I wouldn't do that." the figure warned lightly in a voice that wasn't the Doc's. That didn't mean I was going to loosen up any, but that one less nightmare scenario for me to worry about.

"Wouldn't do what, fuckface?" I tried to keep my cool, but my manic side was throwing a fit. I pretended I wasn't freaking out, looking directly at the stranger and with a cocky smirk.

"Try running. Or jumping. Right now. I have the upper hand out here. Trust me. I just came to let you know one of our favorite cretins has resurfaced, and your old name has been floating around, Captor." Wait, what? I didn't know this guy. I didn't think I knew him. He came a bit closer, the tiniest streak of light from a far-of street lamp illuminating him.

Oh shit.

You're running for the window you know is at the end of the hallway despite the unexplainable cloud of darkness that swamped the place about twenty minutes ago. Your guards had disappeared, probably to attend to whatever is making all that racket outside. The timing was perfect, and you weren't chained to anything, just set in front of those godawful lights. You ran past those glaring spotlights and found a door on the other side of them. Your grin almost split your face and you opened the unlocked door. The destination, that window. Nothing could stop you, you were free.

But as you ran as fast as your unhealed injuries would let you, you pass a door. And through that door there is a shape lying on the floor, in a similar set-up to your own,painful light set up around it. However, for this guy it seems to be incredibly painful. He's is twitching slightly and his eyes are squeezed shut, but he's definitely alive. Half-limping into the room, you find a single plug in one outlet this side of the light. The Spotlights powered down. His squished closed eased almost immediately, and he look warily over.

"Hey, uh, dude, now ith the perfect ethcape time, tho come on." You can't really think of anything to say to a half-dead guy on the floor. He coughed a bit before attempting to stand up. You then realize that this guy's even worse off than you, and you rush over to his side to let him lean on you.

"You got a plan, kid?" He asks you, getting better seemingly second by second.

"Uh…crawl out the window?" you say uncertainly, and then exit the white-walled prison and go into the hallway, angled for the window. You push the guy back a little.

Taking off the tattered, blood-covered remains of your left tennis shoe, you tell the other prisoner to back up, and smash the shoe through the window. You make quick work of the glass, only minorly cutting up your hands and hoist yourself out of the basement window onto the sweet earth outside. You turn back to the window the second you're out, and help the guy wiggle out of the barely sufficient window space. It's a little past dusk, the sun's rays still somewhat visible to the west of us. You don't even get to breathe before you are both running, running through the forest and far away from that hell and all the commotion going on there.

When you can no longer hear it, you both sit down, breathing hard and you're just marveling at how freakin lucky you are to be alive.

"What's your name, kid?" the strange man asks between pants.

"Doeth it matter anymore? I'm not totally thure I even remember after all thith." You think about those stupid crime movies your dad loved. They could know who you were. They could track you back to your family, and they'd die. The thought almost sends you off into a rage. You were about to lose EVERYTHI-

"Smart idea, kid. You can't go back to your life. Listen," he said, cut off your mind-babbling," I'm not one to forget a favor, and you just saved my life, and I consider that a pretty damn big favor. Go as far west as you can. I'll find you, once I get this mess…straightened out." You know you weren't imagining this. His cheeks had filled out in the night air, his brown eyes regaining a sparkle.

"Where are you going?" he's starts standing up, which he does much, much better this time.

"I'm going to take care of something. Just go. I will find you. The Bull forgets no promises." And the last you see of him is a winking eyes before he fade like the dwindling rays of light.

I blinked. I remembered this guy.

"Howdy there, Bull, you haven't changed a bit," I smirked again," Took thome time to rethearch me I thee."

His dark eyes are glittering. "Oh, no, it just radiates off of you. Anyway, I came to warn you about our old friend…and give you this" He holds out his fist and I lay my palm flat out for whatever he's got. Whatever he drops into my outstretched fingers is heavy and cold.

"Keep it you on at all times. Trust me, it's the best protection for you right now. My people will be in touch." and like all those years ago he simply melted into the darkness, his eyes twinkling as he faded into the black.

"Great to thee you too." I muttered. I opened my hand, turning my attention away from the strange person who just disappeared. I had long accepted the idea that I would never be able to explain anything even remotely related to this shit. I gazed down into my palm, wondering what the Bull thought would protect me from the wrath of a psychotic telepathic doctor.

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