Why not, I made ya guys wait long enough, we can do 2 chapters today.

Chapter 4

Mamarou stared at the building, barely able to contain himself. He felt like a caged lion that had its prey in its sights. He felt Igawas eyes on him and turned to him, the mans concern almost tangible.

"Do you think she's really here?" Igawa asked, his voice breaking. Mamarou nodded curtly and the man let out a shuddering sigh.

"Do you think she will ever forgive us for taking this long to get her out of there?" A long silence spread between them, and the other members in the van. Mamarou opened the sliding door, turning his back to them.

"Do you honestly think that she should?" With those heavy words he jumped from the vehicle, running toward the building.

Hang on Haruka, I'm coming.

Haruka lay on the metal table motionless. It had been a week since this round of experiments had taken place. The doctors had said it would take another before they could start testing for results. She wished they would go back to shocking and probing and cutting her the way they had been before. She could at least leave the room with some dignity, realizing she had not helped them in their schemes. But this experimentation was not something she could fight, and each day she left feeling less and less worthy of rescue. She closed her eyes and another needle entered through her abdomen, whimpering softly. Then chaos broke loose.

It had been so long since she had experienced a vision after so long trying to suppress them that the sheer reality of it struck her. Her ears rang as the door blew off its hinges, the sound of the blast dulling the shouts of the people that entered. She jolted when she saw Mamarou enter the room. The blind man turned right to her, running to her side. She smiled at him hazily, so happy to see him again even if it was just a vision. He looked like he had aged, his brow creased deeply, making him look as though he had been to hell and back in the time since they last saw one another. She continued to stare at him as he cut the straps holding her down, closing her eyes and basking in the small amount of happiness the vision brought her. She had seen many like it in the beginning, and knew the end would be torture for her to bear. In every vision she had seen of his attempts to save her, he had died. It was why she began suppressing them, and why she succumbed to the darkness now so she would not see it again.

Sometime Later

Haruka opened her eyes, her head foggy and throbbing inside her skull. She blinked at the ceiling above her, not recognising the pale lilac paint that covered it. Her room had a white ceiling, white walls, white floors. She sat slowly, and looked around the room in a daze. She stopped as her eyes fell on the figure sitting beside her. Mamarou sat next to her, his face haggard and hair disheveled as though he had not slept in days. She nodded, understanding flooding through her. She must be having another vision. She watched him silently as he turned and shouting something down the hall, and then returning his worried frown to her. She studied his face as closely as she could, hoping when she awoke this time she would not forget it so quickly. He was more handsome that she remembered, and much sadder. He reached toward her, wrapping his hand around hers and she froze, staring at the hand. Never before had any of her visions felt so real. She felt his rough hand on hers and marveled at how real it felt. She had always been a bystander in her visions, as though seeing them through a glass pane. She vaguely wondered if he abilities had evolved, as the doctors said they might. She looked up as Igawa appeard in the doorway, his face red and his mouth hanging open as he gasped for breath. She watched as he fell to his knees in the doorway, tears leaking down his cheeks as he stared at her in disbelief.

"Haruka...can you hear me?" She went rigid, her eyes darting back to Mamarou, who was looking at her with uncharacteristic concern. Something wasn't right...she pulled her hand back, her eyes flickering from Igawa to Mamarou and her heart pounded in her chest. This wasn't fair. How was Zashid doing this. She didn't want the false hope that came with this vision, she couldn't handle it. Not after everything...She jerked away from him, whimpering as the samurai stood swiftly. She lurched away, tumbling out of the bed to the hard cold floor. Pain. It shot through her knees and wrists as she hit the ground, but she ignored it, backing away from them on shaky legs.

"No...this isn't real...it can't be. Its another test...Zashid stop it, this isn't funny. Wake me up!" She looked around the room hysterically, leaning against the wall as her head started to spin. She heard voices trying to calm her, but shook her head. This was another cruel experiment, Zashid was trying to break her. She threw he head against the wall, trying to force herself to wake up from the dream she knew could never come true for her. Before she could do it again strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her away from the wall forcefully. She struggled in vain, screaming to be let go, but the arms only tightened.

"ENOUGH HARUKA!" The voice struck her like a blow and she froze.

Then the smell hit her. The smell of sweat, and worn leather, and steel...Mamarou's smell. She could remember it so clearly now, it struck her like a ton of bricks. She looked up and over her shoulder into his stern face. She started to tremble then, sobs creeping to the surface as she lost control.

"M...Mamarou?..." She whispered. He nodded and her knees buckled. He went down with her, holding her tightly as her small sobs turned to anguished wails that echoed through the halls.

well hope you guys like the direction the story is going. more to come, might try to crank out another chapter tonight if i have time. This is really just me avoiding laundry and dishes, sooooo yeah. Anyway let me know what you think, I love to hear from you guys!