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"Umm…how do I get down?" Leaven asked, eying the distance to the floor and cringing at the thought of climbing down, which reminded her that cringing alone brought her pain.

"I got it." He said easily, smiling at her worried expression. He reached above her and grabbed the rungs of the ladders, then pulled himself over her and into the room. He slowly climbed down, not wanting to test his limits, then picked her up again. "Off we go."

The two traveled onward, both shocked at their luck of always finding rooms they'd been through before.

"You know, we were really lucky." Leaven said. David couldn't help but bark out a laugh. "No really, well not because we're here of course. But in the beginning, we went through so many rooms, and only one of us actually died because of a trap." The black haired girl got no response, and they continued on in silence.

"What's your name?" David suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Leaven murmured. His steady movements had been lulling her to sleep. She blinked up at him as she gradually regained her focus.

"Your-oh never mind, we're here."

"Where's here?" She asked, looking around. It was the same old green room she'd seen uncountable times before. Then voices drifted down from the room above and she knew they were below the other cube-ees. "Oh." The girl was about to ask how they were going to get up there when she was suddenly moving. David shifted her onto his back and placed her arms around his neck. He walked to the ladder and climbed nimbly to the roof's door and paused.

"Could you…?"

"Oh! Right." She reached with one hand and opened the door. Then he climbed up into a white room. Sharp pain erupted in his head and he fell over, taking Leaven down with him.

"Oh my goodness! I'm sorry!" A feminine voice shouted, bending down beside him. She had brown hair in a pixie-like style, short and sticking out in every direction. She looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties. Her jacket read her name to be Marigold. David sat up and looked at Leaven, who had curled up into a tense ball.

"You alright?" He asked, rubbing his head.

"Peachy." She replied through clenched teeth. A shriek came from beside him. He looked to see Marigold with her hands clasped to her mouth.

"My god, your covered in blood!" Worth looked down at himself, seeing a few specks of blood fresh on his makeshift covering. "Y-Your back!" She continued. He touched his back and looked at his hand, his fingertips were covered in blood. He looked anxiously back to Leaven, who wasn't moving. David checked her pulse, and was glad to find one.

"Can I have someone's jacket?" He asked to no one in particular. Marigold slipped off the over shirt and handed it to him. He ripped a sleeve and leaned over the girl to replace her bandages. He straightened up, and got a look at the room and its occupants. Aside from the woman beside him, there were three people standing on the other side of the room. There was a tall masculine man who had had a buzz cut at some point, and now his head was covered in blonde fuzz, Royce. Beside him was an equally tall man, but this one was thin and gangly. The thin man was brunette, his straight greasy hair hanging down to his chin, he had a messy goatee and his jacket said Mason. Seeing the final occupant he noted that Leaven wasn't the youngest anymore. A scrawny boy with brilliant green eyes and messy black hair stood against the wall, watching him with wide eyes, he looked no older than twelve. The boy was labeled Jefferson. Marigold stood and walked to the center of the room to close the gap between the newcomers and the males of her group.

"Well then," She began in a whimsical voice, "I'm Jodie Marigold. This," She gestured with her hand to the blonde, "is Randy," Her hand swept past the other two, "Smith, and Jefferson." The tall blonde, Randy, gave a curt nod and a grunt. The young one only slinked further away from the group. He inched to the opposite corner of Leaven and Worth and sat down, wrapping his arms around his legs. "Jefferson is our newest edition." Marigold said. "We found him two rooms ago, crumpled in a passageway. In the room it lead to-well we didn't look of course, but we saw blood on the wall." The woman looked to Worth for him to speak for his tattered group.

He thought this was all pointless and that they had more important things to do, but kept his thoughts to himself. Instead he announced: "I'm David Worth. My friend here is Leaven…" By the look on their faces they expected him to continue, "Uhh…in our group only a few of us actually got around to getting on a first name basis. Well…only Helen and myself really."

"There were more of you?" Jodie spoke again, "How big was your group?"

"Well; there was Leaven, the Wren, Holloway, Kazan, myself, and Quentin." He spat out the last word with such hate and malice that the brunette woman backed away a bit.

"I…take it you don't like this 'Quentin'?"

"Hah!" David answered in a bitter tone "Why of course I like that murderous perverted beast! It pained me ever so much to kill him!" He was edging towards hysteria, and he saw that in their worried eyes. The bloody man closed his eyes and breathed slowly. "Sorry." He finally spoke after a long silence. "I…" He sighed. "I didn't mean to blow up like that. Quentin…he did a lot of horrible things."

"Y-you" The squeaky voice caused him to open his eyes in confusion. Then he realized the green-eyed boy had talked for the first time. "You…you k-killed someone?" His voice rose an octave then broke as he asked the question, and his legs worked as if trying to push the boy further away through the wall.

"Heh. Look, you would've done it too kid. I was just trying to protect Kazan." The boy whimpered quietly. Suddenly his eyes clenched shut and he shoved his head into his legs, the thought of death bringing back images he didn't want to see again. He began quietly crying.

"So…" Jodie said, drawing the eyes back to her. "This Quentin was attacking Kazan?"

"Yeaaaaah." David's answer was broken off into an involuntary yawn.

"Oh my, you must be tired. Heck, we're all tired. Lets take a break and rest." She said before laying down, her example followed by Smith. The big one walked over to Worth. He looked up to see him holding his jacket to him.

"Thanks…Royce was it?" The man nodded as the shirt was exchanged, then held out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, David." He spoke in a deep voice matching his appearance. Worth took his hand and they exchanged a hardy handshake. He slipped on the shirt and buttoned it up, then went to sleep with the rest of him. His last thought was of how he noticed how much he had changed since being taken here.