Okay, so Sora's thoughts will be in this chapter and she's a little crazy so… you'll understand when you see it. Also- Sora has forgotten about how people can turn into weapons and misters and such. So, yeah.


"Kid, what are you doing?"

Liz's panicked voice echoed everyone's thoughts in the room as Kid unlatched the keys from the unconscious guard's belt. The rain pounded harder on the roof and strangled cries escaped into the air. Liz hugged Patty close touching her hair.

"You have to trust me you guys, alright? Keeping her locked up here like a dog won't do us any good. She's coming with us." Kid explained as he reached for Sora and her cuffs. She flew back into the wall, red orbs narrowing.

"Don't touch me. I'll just hurt everyone, just leave me here already."

Silence.

"LEAVE!"

The mister and his weapons stare her down, Kid taking in every inch of her weathered figure. Bags under the blood shot eyes, pale as the white walls around them. A body so skinny and frail. A wave of reassurance in his actions surged through Kid as he approached quickly and grabbed her hands before any protest.

The soft feminine hands of the girl stiffened, along with the rest of her.

"I want to help you. Forget the mission, forget everything right now. You're what matters. Okay?"

Golden eyes stare into Red.

And her body relaxed.

"Okay." Came the gruff response, Sora's head turning away.

Though as soon as Kid stepped away, Sora finally realized the hand cuffs had been slipped off without her knowledge. She hadn't even felt it. The touch was ever so gentle.

"Alright, are there any maps in this place?" Kid was right back to business, searching the room for any tools, while closing the door firmly. Patty and Liz began to search as well, while the question lingered in the air. Sora thought for a bit, rubbing her wrists.

"In the south corridor!" Sora blurted out, then quickly found her place. Everyone's attention was now on her.

"I saw one once, when being moved to a different cell…hung up on the wall…" As she spoke her words came out softer and softer, not yet used to conversation again. But it was enough for them.

"Then we go there and see what doors are where, and how we can get out of here." Kid confirmed. Looking to his weapons, he gave them a soft smile.

"Will you two be okay?"

Liz gave a firm nod and Patty a playful wink. Sora looked at the three curiously, feeling something. A bond was there, yet unseen- untouchable. A pang of jealously? Was that this feeling? Relationships. A foreign word- this is what she had lost missed those 3 years locked away.

The Isolation cell was in the south corridor. No. No. She did not want to go back there. Not again. Fear trickled up and shivered Sora's spine as she remembered the lonely nights and days of darkness. Even if she wasn't crazy, which she was, that place makes people crazy.

A beautiful hazy voice breaks through Sora's thoughts, awakening her from her memories. Kid was holding two pistols upside down in both hands, asking her questions. Her voice fought to escape her throat.

"W-Why?"

Kid blinked at her and his eyes made her more uncomfortable.

"Why do you have two guns?" She asked, adding on an explanation. Kid just shook his head and for once Sora saw the two girls were gone.

"Are you ready?"

Breathe in.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

Breathe out.

"Let's go."


The only way to describe the sectors of the asylum is with one word: chaos.

Patients everywhere, blood everywhere, screaming, biting, kicking, and fighting. Chaos.

Sora, trying to keep herself calm, sought out differences among the screams.

Howling with pain, screaming in fright, long drawn out wails of sorrow-

Bang!

Kid has shot someone.

Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death.

The absolute look of betrayal splatters itself upon Sora's face as she flings herself away from Kid. Everything goes to slow motion.

Kids turning his head, calling out to her, pushing people away from himself, reaching for her arm.

And she runs and keeps running.

Because she knows death all too well.

Even though there was no blood to see.