Kimbley's POV~

Crap. Envy started sprinting toward me, his fists clenched and a wicked grin plastered on his face. I jumped into the air, avoiding his fists, when he suddenly stopped and flipped his foot in the air, forcing me to cross my arms in front of my face in midair, which didn't assist a soft landing. Stumbling to regain my balance, Envy started firing hits at me one after another, barely giving me enough time to block and dodge.

When I was finally able to find an opening, I brought my alchemically-charged hand toward his unguarded face. "No way, that hurts!" Envy exclaimed, hooking his leg across my arm, bring it down and swung his arm to land a punch at my face. Grunting, I threw my other hand to fight back the strong arm, inches from my face. I found myself face-to-face with a monster. With one hand crossed with Envy's left leg and my other hand fighting his fist, I could be fighting with both behind my back. And so, I did what everyone always screams at people on TV to do; I slowly brought my foot higher until I gave a strong kick to Envy's stomach, forcing him away from me and out of the push-fight. Audience is pretty smart...

Envy, after regaining stance, started walking a bit to the side of me, as if about to circle around me. I instinctively backed up against the wall, preventing him from getting behind me. Unfortunately, I didn't exactly think about the price of such protection. Envy raced toward me for another frontal attack, this time not giving me the chance to back out. As his fists flashed in front of my face, it was all I could do to focus on where the next attack was coming from. I didn't think about the possibility of doing what I did last time, shoving him away. Remember why you're here.

I caught a lucky break when he struck a fist toward my forehead, presenting a very small gap of exit for me. Quickly taking advantage of my dumb luck, I ducked under the arm and raced toward Sophia, Envy fast on my heels. Thinking of nothing else to do, I clasped my hands together and touched the ground, exploding the dirt behind me, rocketing Envy away once more. I didn't try waking Sophia- there was no time and it wouldn't help anything even if she did wake. Somehow though, I just had to believe she was alive.

To put it very simply, I picked her up and, with one arm, held her against my chest and started for the door. Envy appeared right in front of me with an evil shine in his eyes. He flicked a blade from the band of his clothing, starting to slice away at the air between us, causing me to go back to avoid the cruel blade. I was just about to touch the back wall when a loud crash sounded from behind me, and the wall collapsed. Shots rang out throughout the three-walled shack as people in dark uniforms flooded the area, beckoning me into the helicopter I'd come in.

"Get in!" a familiar voice called; Armstrong. Without a second thought, I trudged through the snow beating down on the site toward the old helicopter. "Just you hold it!" Envy's annoyed voice shouted and he lunged in front of me, blade in hand. Flinging it wildly, he managed to get a few large slices across my arm and jaw before Armstrong intervened, beating Envy with her handgun as if it were a club, following with a determined kick to his torso, sending him a few feet away. Open firing, she yelled at me to get in the aircraft, accompanied with shouts from the old pilot to do the same. I immediately took the last few steps onto the metal, and before I knew it, we were in the air.

With the large door open, I watched as Briggs soldiers began driving Envy into snowy wilderness. With a large sigh, I set Sophia on the ground and sat down, leaning against some crates inside. Panting from the series of close-calls and tiring maneuvers, I casted the motionless Sophia a side glance.

Sitting up, I went over to her, sitting next to her still body. Brushing strands of rich, brown hair from her eyes, I found myself praying to a god I didn't believe in for her to live. I didn't know what all had happened to her before I'd arrived, but she was unconscious and had smears of blood covering portions of her skin and clothing, and that was enough for me to know for now. As for me, I was fortunate; I'd gotten away with nothing more than a few cuts and a headache.

As I regained composure with a sigh, I wondered why in the world I decided to come after Sophie. She was a soldier of an army which was supposed to kill me. Why did I decide to come to her rescue? Maybe it was because I'm part of the reason she ended up here. Still, it wasn't like me. The moment I knew that she was gone, I instantly started thinking about where I could find her. There was no hesitation in that thought, I knew that for sure.

I leaned my head back on the metal wall of the seat-less helicopter in thought. Looking at her again, I sighed. The door of the helicopter was gone- freezing winds blew freely in through the large gap. It was cold even for me, though I was so into thought that I barely noticed it. Taking off my jacket, I moved over and placed Sophia's head on my lap, covering the majority of her with the clothing.

Perhaps a few hours passed before Sophia stirred. She didn't quite open her eyes, but she must have somehow known it was me as she murmured, "So I owe you again, Kimbley?" I closed my eyes, just grateful to hear her voice again. Grateful as I may be, I put one hand over her eyes and muttered, "Shut up."

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Sophia's Journal~

So... I woke up in the hospital... not something you'd necessarily expect after all the last thing I remember is going to sleep, what, two days ago now? No idea. But the doctor says I should regain my memory in a couple of days, so I guess we'll just see how that all goes down.

I'll get released tomorrow. The only reason they're having me stay over night is because they don't know how I'll react with the treatment, because the medicine is pretty strong and not everyone can tolerate it after some amount of time. But, whatever, I'm covered in bandages and am still having troubles staying awake during the day. The doctor told me this morning what all of my medical problems were, but to be honest, I can't remember half of them. Some amount of broken bones and something else, and once again I'm off work. Great.

It's pretty boring around here. My family stopped by, they were pretty worried. I guess they don't know what happened either, but my mom said something about me going missing yesterday. For some reason, no one knew where I was, even though I'm back. I'm kind of wondering who brought me back here, but no one has said anything, and I just don't feel like asking. I guess maybe I'll find out when I get my memory back. I hope.

Sophia's Journal~ A few days later

Guess what? I have my memory back! Yay and darn; Yay I know where I was yesterday and why I'm so beat up, darn because I still don't know how I got back home. I must have fallen unconscious. It's kind of like a brain teaser no one knows the answer to. Oh, and I haven't seen Kimbley in a while. I wonder what happened to him; I almost always run into him somewhere, and he hasn't stopped by even though he knows my address.

In case you're wondering about how the treatment went, I had a minor issue with it and they had to give me the weaker stuff. It sucks; even if you're a rock-hard soldier like Oliver Armstrong on the outside, your insides are still weak and vulnerable. But, I'm back at my apartment and my stuff is almost all unpacked after sitting there for nearly a week. Apparently my door was gone when my parents came by... They called someone to come and fix the door, luckily all my stuff was in there... so far. I guess it's another unsolved question, I guess, because I know that when I got kidnapped, I wasn't at home.

Somebody must have all the answers, and it's no one I have seen since I got back. I'm starting to think that Kimbley can clear things up for me...

Late again, sorry. I've been pretty caught up with the other stories I've got going, but enough of sorry excuses, let's cut the apologies so I can say what I want to say. I'm really, really happy that people are actually sticking with this story. I know it was going pretty slow, but I hope this last segment started off with a BAM, if you catch my drift. I'm also really grateful to all of my wonderful reviewers, and all of the subscribers and favoriters who keep me motivated.

Now enough emotional drabble, so I can UPLOAD!