Takashi sat on a tattered chair
He sat, sat so he could listen to the womans story.
"I was an orphan by the age of four, that was when I met them. The men in the lab coats, who preyed on innocent young children. The took me away from the orphanage to..."
Takashi watched as she struggled to find her voice,
"To a place I soon named Hell. There I met to other children like me. Project 237 and Project 334. Together, we indured pain only saw in horror movies, Projects 237, 334, and 589. Our own personal holocoust made us suffer mentally. I wasn't there as long as the others, so I suffered less, but 237, he went crazy. Insain crazy. 334, she became scared, so scared she barely moved, I was forever defiant, always fighting against them, and retaining my mind."
Takashi watched as she took a shaky breath.
"By the time we were 18, 237 was obssesed with 334. One morning, when 334 was taken from our cage for tests, he went crazy, and murdered the next person who opened the cage door, he ripped out the lab coat's eyes and shoved them down the victims thraot. We escaped a few weeks ago, and, we got seperated. I don't know where they are, but I know that I need to find 334 before 237 finds another victim in his search for 334."
Takashi showed surprise at the woman who knew the murderer.
Haruhi and Tamaki stepped off the plane in Switzerland, desperatly trying to forget those they left behind.
Their fathers stepped off of the plane behind them.
Through the crowd many people with signs written in Japanese.
"Tama-chan, Haruhi-chan!" a voice called to them from the crowd,
They looked, looked and saw Mitskuni, who had grow over time.
Haruhi broke down into tears.
"Let's go."
The twins sat on the plane,
tears, tears of sorrow falling down their faces,
Their world had shattered.
Everybodies world had shattered.
Kyouya's laptop let a soft glow fill the room.
He couldn't find anything.
Anything at all that could save them.
For the first time in his entire life,
Kyouya didn't have a plan.
The woman still lay.
Her world, slowlly becoming real,
She was fighting,
Fighting to tell her memories
