Well okay, sorry for the late update... real life gets in the way sometimes. Enjoy and please review!

LK

"Tiffany... Tiffany! Come on! Talk to me! I know you're in there!"
Sabrina continued to swat at Tiff's face. She had to bring her round. She had to wake Tiff up. Whatever the cost. Sabrina decided to go one step further, in necessity. She drew her arm back and aimed to deliver a slap to Tiffany's face...
Yet just as she did so, Tiffany surprised her still, by darting out her free arm and grasped hold of Sabrina's hand, mid-strike.
Tiffany saw nothing less than ... a terrible and grotesque parody of her former cell mate...as she reached out and attempted to stop the oncoming abuse.
And then Tiffany sprang up, knocking Sabrina sideways as she did so.
"You stay AWAY from me you ... you... disgusting creature!"
Tiffany backed away down the wall, hands up, trying to ready herself for the onslaught she had already decided was coming.
Sabrina stood still... shocked and a little hurt at the assignation. What the hell was going on in her mind? She wondered wildly.
"Hey hey... Tiffany ...it's me!" Sabrina attempted. "It's Sc...it's Sabrina! Huh? Please... I am not going to hurt you!"
Tiffany's eyes were wide with fright. She could see only a terrible and ghastly figure approach, mouthing obscenities and threats... threats of merciless agony and death... She only wanted to close her eyes now and die. That''s all she wanted to do. That is all she cared about. The thing came closer, muttering terrible and disgusting things. Tiffany crept desperately ever backwards until finally her back bumped into a wall. Crap. Dead end. She chuckled. Dead! Oh yes! Very...very dead quite soon! Dead. The word reverberated in her brain. Dead dead dead a dead thing... not living... not ... life... without life... like this thing coming towards her... oh my God..oh my God my God sweet mother... Tiffany felt tears of hot fear leak from her eyes...please oh please oh please don't let it touch me... please... just let me die ...I want to die I want to die die ...die...
Sabrina stopped. She could sense...no...she could almost smell the fear from Tiffany now. Oh God...poor Tiffany... what ever the hell she had been given, Sabrina realised, the effects were not about to wear off any time soon. She needed to back off. Tiffany was about to ... self destruct or something, she recognised this much. Sabrina took in a deep breath then exhaled.
"Tiffany please... listen to the sound of my voice huh? It is alright. I am ...going to just leave you alone now huh?" Sabrina began to back off. If there was one thing Sabrina herself had learned in this hell hole... it was ... when to back off... This had never been her strong point in the past but now, these days...she had ... picked up a few valuable pointers in life.
Tiffany watched wide eyed with extreme fear as the apparition began to fade into the gloom. She blinked in the darkness. Had it really been there? Had there really been a creature? Well Tiff... you saw it with your own eyes dammit! Didn't you? Didn't you?! Tiffany's logic was now trying to break through the barrier of drugs that were working their almost intangible way through her system. Oh please... I need to end this nightmare! Tiffany groaned aloud, and sunk to her knees. The fear of the unknown was seeming to abate a little. Now all she needed to face up to was...reality? Reality? heh! She began to laugh, despite her ongoing torment. Laughter...was after all, then best medicine... so she laughed. Tiffany couldn't hold the emotion back any longer. She laughed ... and laughed until the tears came.
Sabrina sat back and watched. Watched and felt her heart wrench for this poor woman. Someone who...she now realised...was on her side. And all Sabrina herself could do right now was ...sit and wait...for the ...awful awful nightmares to subside.
Some minutes leached by. Sabrina listened and waited. Tiffany laughed until she sobbed into the darkness. Yet still...Sabrina waited. She felt... this was what Tiff needed...a little time to... re-adjust. So she waited. and waited. Finally, Tiffany's sobs gave way to... a few small hiccups. Which then finally gave way to...silence. Sabrina now decided to try to reach out to Tiffany. She moved forward a few inches, as quietly as she could.
"Tiff?" She whispered into the darkness. There was a sudden flurry of activity in the dark, then Sabrina was completely knocked off her feet once again by an extremely fully agitated Tiff.
Sabrina was completely floored. And what very very little energy she had left was fast dissipating once more. She held her arms up in defence of attack, and felt a bony body launch itself upon her.
"Leave me alone!" It shrieked, close enough to almost shred Sabrina's eardrum once more.
"Leave me the hell alone or I am gonna kill you kill you am gonna kill you...!" Tiffany's voice continued to shriek in Sabrina's ear as the woman vaunted her pent up anger, fear and stress upon a less than ready Sabrina.
"Tiffany!" Sabrina gasped, trying desperately to fend off her would-be colleague.
"I can't... I can't... I don't wanna hurt you Tiff...!" Sabrina managed to utter as Tiffany went for Sabrina's throat.
" You're a freaking nightmare is what you are... you're a goddam nightmare is what you are! And am gonna kill you dead! Am gonna make you die! You're gonna die ..die ...die...!"
Tiffany had fastened her hands tightly around Sabrina's throat before Sabrina could even blink. And now it was Sabrina's turn to struggle for air.
"You...you..!." Tiffany spluttered, trying to close off the windpipe of the ghastly thing that was wanting to end her life forever.

It was too dark in the big building. Too dark for any hope to creep in. Too dark that even a ray of the hot sun would not penetrate the thickness in the brightest morning.
It was also so dark that the small figure in the slippery corridors could not be seen by anybody. Falling, getting up and slipping again, the lone figure was making its short journey.
Emily, at that point did not know exactly where she was. In her childish mind there was a mission that had to be carried to the letter.
For her, Jason, the young guard was nothing more than a familiar face. Without hesitation, though, she knew she had to find him, and give him the message that Kelly held so precious. After all it was all happening for mommy. Kelly's words buzzed once more in her mind. Find him... but where? She sat on the floor of the corridor and her mind got carried away. She was tired, and she knew that ''tired'' was the feeling you get before falling asleep. As much as she wanted to help that green eyed woman it was all too distant now.
She curled and secured once more the small paper in her clothes. Sleep fogged her mind after a while.
Since she could remember, her dreams where full of images. But the stronger -and more common one - was at the same time the dimmest of them all. She couldn't really place if it was a memory or a dream but it seemed to visit her every night. It was a white form, a person, leaning over. She could not clearly see a face but she could tell it wouldn't hurt her. She always would hear a voice. It was smooth and calm. Her mommy, once had told her about how an angel looks over people when they sleep. She knew now, that this form was... an angel.

Kris had been awake for some time now. And she was growing more anxious as the time ticked by. Her arms were cuffed to the bed so she wasn't even able to turn comfortably and try to doze. She always hated sleeping on her back for some reason. She had studied her surroundings as much as she was able, and was now getting thoroughly bored with the same scenery staring silently back at her. Although there was one other person in the room, she could see. But after many attempts at communicating, Kris had decided that the person was either kept dosed out of it, or was possibly ... even dead. That thought had made her shudder and turn her thoughts elsewhere. How long was a person supposed to be kept like this anyway? She felt so isolated and useless. She knew she was going to need the bathroom real soon. Someone had better come along, or she was gonna start and make a whole lotta noise. She sighed for around the hundredth time. God she wished she knew what was happening with Kelly and Tiff. What the hell was going on in this place anyway? These thoughts continued to taunt Kris as she lay helpless on the bed. Nothing made any sense so far. The prison was yet another place where physical and mental abuse went on unchecked. How many times can people in 'authority' get away with such criminal activities? Kris's mind felt disorganised and weary, as she tried to make sense of very little input so far. Being apart from her colleagues for so long on a case, she realised, was beginning to get to her...again. The memories of Calejo and Big Aggie returned once again, and Kris closed her eyes, wishing to blank it all out. She didn't need these thoughts right now. Then the noise of a door opening interrupted her unwanted thoughts and her eyes at once sprang open.
"Oh great!" Kris exclaimed with some sarcasm at the guard who approached her.
"I need to pee and they send a man!"
The guard smiled apologetically.
"Sorry ... uh..Miss Munro..." He approached her bed.
Kris blinked, surprised. "Miss...Munro? Since when did the militia get so polite?"
"Uh... well..." Jason began, not knowing really how to reveal his disloyalty towards his employers.
Kris eyed the guard suspiciously, trying to figure him out. Then she watched in further surprise as he dragged a chair up and sat down, much like a normal visitor would if she were a normal patient in a normal hospital.
Look, Miss ... Munro... I have something to tell you..." Jason began, trying to come across without threat.
"Oh? Like... you're going to unlock me off this bed and let me outta here, maybe?" Kirs kept up the sarcasm, unsure of the guards motive or intent.
Jason smile again. Nice smile, Kris thought, then mentally shook herself.

"Well, I can do the first part for you, if you promise to behave!" He smiled again.
Kris smiled back a little, despite the situation.
"Okay, so... what did you want to tell me?"
"I ...uh... look - I wanna help you girls get out of here." Jason looked over his shoulder, expecting to see Helen herself eyeing him coldly from the doorway. But the place remained silent. He turned back.
"I hate what goes on in here..." He continued, looking down at his hands now.
"... and I'm trying to help Kelly..."
"Kelly?!" Kris interrupted, feigning boredom. She really wasn't sure of this guys motive. He could be a plant... someone sent to get her to talk.
"Who's Kelly?" She asked, stifling a yawn.
Jason looked at her, trying to weigh up the situation.
"Look, of course you don't trust me...why should you? But I know who you are... Kelly asked me to bring you here instead of leaving you in your cell. She's a good person, you know?" Jason rambled a little bit, not knowing how to gain Kris's trust.
"Yeah I know!" Kris muttered, then immediately regretted the mistake.
"I mean... I guess so!" She turned her head away, trying to sound dis-interested.
"I mean, she must be nice if you say so..." Kris tried in vain to cover up her mistake but she realised it was too late.
"Miss Munro...um Kris..." Jason tapped her gently on the arm for her attention. Kris looked back, trying to give a cool stare, but her instincts towards people were starting to get the better of her. Was he telling her the truth?
"...look... I don't know where Kelly is right now, but I can take you to see Miss Welles...I know where she is. I really am trying to help you,okay?"
Jason then stood up, the chair scraping back on the floor.
"Now... like I said before... I'm gonna unlock you from the bed but I can't remove the cuffs. I'm sorry... I'm still a guard, huh?"
Kris shrugged her shoulders.
"So you going to be okay here?" Jason asked, as he bent to unlock one of the cuffs. "Can I ... trust you?" Jason knew this question would raise an eyebrow...and it did.
Kris smirked.
"Trust huh? Well let's just see where this little outing takes us first, huh?"
"Sure." Jason then continued to release Kris from the bed and helped her to stand. She was still unsteady, but determined not to give too much away. She allowed the guard to lead her from the infirmary.

The little girl woke up suddenly. The urge to carry on Kelly's words was stronger than her sleep. The Angel had once more visited her leaving a soft smile on her lips. Everything was alright now, not even the darkness was threatening anymore.
She paced as quickly as her legs carried her for a while. She didn't really know where she was. A man passed by, but he was not Jason, that much she knew. She went unnoticed, due to her small size and she decided that, even if wasn't Jason, he looked like him, he wore the same clothes, so he might be going to him. She followed him. Her footsteps were too light to hear even in the silence of the corridor. In contrast, the mans heavy guard boots were allowing her to follow him from a safe distance.
For a girl her height and age people were all about shoes and knees. She rarely raised her head to look on faces, except from when she saw familiar shoes, or heard familiar voices. Like in her dream, when she heard the voice, and she would look up...
She stopped. The man was gone. She had lost him. She was lost. What?
She wanted mommy, NOW! It was all to frightening now, and the Angel was not there, she visited only in her dreams. The fact she was alone in that big and dark place made tears well in her eyes.
She paced around wiping the tears off her eyes and sobbing quietly. Where was she? Where where where...? She decided that, for sure, mommy would be looking for her, and she would be somewhere around, maybe shouting her name. Yeah that's right, she's somewhere waiting and she has to go and find mommy!
She broke into a run and stopped as she saw a staircase leading to a lower floor. For Emily, it was the first time seeing the whole place. Usually Helen would either keep her in the room or take her for a walk in the woods outside.
As is common to young kids, her attention shifted rapidly and curiosity started to get the better of her. Carefully, one step at a time, as Helen had instructed, one of the many times she would come and read her stories before going to bed, she climbed down the seemingly oversized steps. At the end of the staircase only more silence awaited. She could hear sounds, maybe a breathing, maybe a scratching. She looked around and glanced at the unmistakable glimmer of human eyes in the darkness, though, for her, it wasn't something human, rather a threat, a blood craving monster. The monster seemed to have a voice. It was a female, but she couldn't really make out what she said. ''Hey, what's a little girl doing down here?''
Emily panicked and started to run, but now she had no idea where she came from so she ended up running in the wrong direction, even more deeper, even further.
More glimmers now, maybe, yes, maybe in the distance that could be a small light, there, that must be mommy!
Yes, that's right, mommy's there, keeping the light on for her to see! Run Emily! Run! Mommy cant wait long! She's here!
As her breathing became more rapid, more became the noise from the nearby cells. Many of the inmates pulled themselves close to the bars just to be assured they were having one more of the usual delusions.
When she finally got to the light, she saw it was only a small gas lamp set in a corner, casting shadows on uneven walls.
As much as the silence was before now, she could hear sounds of struggling. There was a voice... a voice...
''DIE! I will kill you!''
Emily looked around. She didn't completely understand the meaning of the words but as all of children her age she clearly understood the tone. And it was not friendly.
She looked inside and for the first time she saw what seemed to be a ''cage''of some kind, though, this time there were no birds inside, but two women, no, more like two forms, really close to each other. As she drew closer she saw then there was a blond woman that looked a little bit like her mom... but no, she wasn't. And then there was this other one, the one with the bent knees.
For a minute the other womans eyes wandered around and locked on hers. Could she really see her? Emily sat on the floor scared. This couldn't be... this couldn't be... This ... this was her Angel!
She got up and grabbed the bars.
''STOP IT! LEAVE HER ALONE!'' she demanded from the blond figure and the echo of her own voice returned to her eardrums. Both of the women stopped. Emily wanted to stay, but now it was not possible, she could hear footsteps approaching.

Sabrina once more felt her world slipping away into complete and utter blackness. It was an almost welcome feeling, the enticing thought beckoned. Yes, yes...all she needed to do now was...nothing. Don't struggle...don't try to breathe... just ... let it go... just... let... go... And once again... the beckoning thought became an overriding emotion... a prelude to ... death? Sabrina's mind flickered ... sensed an end... sensed... the inevitable as she relinquished her tenuous grip on... E-Emily...? A fleeting and greying image flitted through her senses, fading ghostlike, as an afterthought. Emily...? Her own voice echoed weakly through her mind, to sift errant thoughts, then to settle into her fading conciousness. Oh... please...nooo... Emilyyyyy...

Tiffany watched with defiant triumph as she held on to the throat of the insidious being that was about to spring and take her own life. Yet as she watched, her vision began to blur once more. Something was changing, transforming under her intent gaze, even as she held fast to extinguish its hell-born life...
Then as she tried desperately to complete her task, two things happened simultaneously. Tiffany felt her wrists grabbed and forced from their grip with so much strength, whilst hearing a terrible shriek emanate from the being beneath her. Then without warning, two people now rushed in upon them. She had completely failed to hear approaching sounds of footsteps, voices and the cell being unlocked, before finding herself tackled from her tormentor.
Jason threw himself over Tiffany, yanking her by the hair and shoulders, away from a gasping and still screaming Sabrina. Kris, still tethered by cuffs, stood frozen at the doorway, uncomprehending the awful noise and incredible confusion now unravelling rapidly before her. Who the hell was in here?! She tried to block out the shrieking rage of the woman who was squirming on the floor yet, trying desperately to recognise Tiff as the also enraged woman being dragged away by her guard. Oh my...God... ! Kris took a tentative step backwards, suddenly unable to proceed any further into this hellish nightmare.
"For God sake, help me!" Jason bellowed at Kris, causing her to jump and find her wits.
"What? Who are these ... women?!" Kris cried out, trying to make sense of everything at once. But she was overwhelmed totally by the noise and pure raw emotion storming towards her.
"Jesus, will ya help me out here?!" Jason was busy holding back a ferocious Tiffany who was struggling in his grasp like a cornered wildcat, as Sabrina now advanced with such unbridled menace on her would be killer, that Jason was now actually fearing for peoples lives.
"Kris! KRIS! Do... something! Help her! Help your friend Godammit!" Jason bellowed once more. "I - I don't want to have to shoot anyone here dammit!"
Friend? What...Who... who the hell did he mean? Kris's thoughts and intuition clicked quickly through their gears until finally ... with a barely cognisant reckoning on the scream uttered by the ..woman... the jigsaw clicked slickly...into place. Oh...my ...oh ..my...oh Jesus Christ...! Kris suddenly darted forward and sprang, cuffed and all, onto an unsuspecting Sabrina, knocking them both sprawling, winded, to the floor.
Emily's legs felt wobbly. She could hear a lot of angry shouting and some nasty words, echoing down the corridor. She clamped her hands to her ears as she sat cross-legged on the stone floor, wishing with all her might that her mommy would swoop down any moment and gather her in her arms.
"Mommy!" She sniffed, into the empty corridor. The noises were so loud! Why don't they stop? She suddenly remembered she was clutching the crumpled note in her hand. No! She still had to find that man! He would know where mommy was! He would, he would! She bravely pulled her hands from her ears and stood up, sniffing and wiping at her nose with the back of her hand. If she went where there were people... the man might be there! Emily took a few cautious steps back in the direction of all the noise, even though her heart beat so fast. She just wanted her mommy! The thought of a happy cuddle made her dart along the corridor in search of the man she knew would go find her mommy for her so she could have a big happy cuddle.
She ran back to the place where all the noise was coming from and stood back, not daring ever ever to go near. It was too dark! There must be monsters in there! She began to sob. Where was she? She just couldn't see anyone! Where was the man...? What was his name? Oh what did the funny lady call him? She sobbed louder, with every passing moment, so terrified of all the bad noise and scared that she had lost... Ja - Jathen! Yes that was what she called him! Huh! She gulped back a few hiccups then called out to anyone who might hear.
"Mommy-y-y-y! Ja-a-a-a-then? MOMMY! I WANT MY MOMMY!"
Jason immediately heard the little girls' shout, even amid the excruciating noises still coming from Tiffany. He had managed to keep tight hold on her, but now Kris was struggling to hold Sabrina down with her wrists tethered. Jason blinked in surprise on hearing what he presumed to be Emily's voice coming from outside the cell.
"Emily?!" He shouted back, over the voice of his struggling captive. Oh God no! It can't be! But his logic dictated otherwise.
"Emily! Wait there! I'm coming sweetheart! Just STAY THERE!"
Jason shouted back. He thought for a brief moment then decided there was nothing else for it. He pulled out his gun and, using the butt, cracked it across Tiffany's head, causing her to collapse to the floor immediately, and roll still. Somewhat satisfied yet highly agitated, he hurried over to Kris and Sabrina, undid Kris then slapped the cuffs on a now breathless and fading Sabrina. Then he made for the door to find the desperately terrified child staring at him with huge eyes, looking as though she would either run or fall over any second.
He bent and lifted her into a quick embrace, feeling his shirt go wet with her tears.
"Emily, Oh God Emily, what are you doing here, baby, huh? Where's your mom?!"
He pulled her face away a little so he could get a good look at her. She was trying to stop crying and was bravely trying to gulp the tears back. He stroked her cheek to wipe away some of the wetness. Poor little thing! God!
"You're...you're Jathen!" Emily sniffed out, and gave him the crumpled and now damp note she had faithfully carried to him. She had done it! She even managed a small shy smile for the nice man who had gave her a cuddle. Even though she still really really wanted her mommy.
"Sure sweetheart, I'm Jason... what's this huh?" He took the paper, and shifted Emily into one arm while he untangled the note and read what was smudged there.
"Oh Jeez...!" Jason uttered under his breath. He stood and thought for a moment, cursing under his breath. Then he turned and poked his head back into the cell, mindful of keeping Emily's eyes averted from the scene within.
"Kris - can you manage Scar for now?" He spoke in softer tones, to keep his frightened little charge from yelling again.
Kris looked back and nodded, grasping the situation, confusing though it was.
"I'm gonna fetch Kelly...then we gotta get you all the hell outa here okay?"
Then he was gone, hurrying with his precious little load back towards the upper level and towards Kelly, and some safety for Emily.

Kris, in a shocking, earth shattering moment of realisation froze, her hands tight around the womans wrists below her. They both stopped struggling and looked each other in the eye. Kris' hands shook and she let go, as if an electric jolt had emerged between them, burning, consuming, mortal. She pulled away, gasping for air, the only thing she could do.
Sabrina remained on the floor. She could not get up if she wanted, anyway. Her last strength was wasted in the fight with Tiffany, and now Kris. Her hands went up to her throat and she rubbed gently at the bright red spots appearing there, that would later darken. She concentrated mostly on her breathing, as a last resort to give some life back to herself. And as she did so, the whole world, her whole existence started to painfully fade away, slipping between her fingers, now clutching life itself.
Kris gazed once again to the person on the floor, wanting to run away, wanting to doubt, give up. This woman, this person, this thing, with the horrifically wounded and bloodied face could NOT be Sabrina Duncan.
Not here, not now, not like this.
She found herself trying to stutter some words but eventually gave up. She sunk on her knees and sat low on the ground. Everything was becoming too much now and she was too tired to accept, too tired to find something to hold onto, too tired to face the all embracing nightmare she had now been so relentlessly consumed by.
She shut her eyes tight. The only thing that could reach her ears was the distant sound of waves. The feel of the cool water. It all shattered in pieces in the sound, the lone single sound of a faint whisper.
''K- Kris?''
She flicked her eyes open. She traced the long scar on the persons face with her eyes. She watched it part as her lips did. It was just a person. Not her friend. Not her. It could not be. The voice might be the same. The face might be the same, but no, the feeling she got, the feeling she got when they were not even ten inches apart, that feeling did not belong to Sabrina Duncan.
It was fear. Pure, dark, evolving fear. There was not a single possibility Kris would experience that stark white red fear so close to a person she once trusted, loved, depended on.
The same person she could count on, the same person she knew was coming when everything else failed. The person she felt so safe around. It could not be fear.
Sabrina. Fear. Fear. Sabrina.
"Kris...!''
''What... what is going on...'' Kris whispered.
A hand searched hers. She did not pull away. ''It's okay Kris... its all...okay.''
The touch. That touch.
It felt the same. It was the only thing that felt the same.
Her mind finally turned back. A gun in her hands. She shot, she had shot someone. Hands wrapping around hers. Breaking, falling apart in someones arms.
The touch. She held onto it.
She remembered. She could remember now. Some tears slipped sneakily from under her closed eyelids. She opened them.
''Oh my God Sabrina... oh my God...''
The touch went cold. The hand limp. She pulled closer and patted slightly on Sabrina's cheek. It was wet, but there was no blood.
''Please, Bri... please...''
She heard Tiffany stir somewhere close. She decided not to push any of them. Only God knew what they both had been through. Only God knew how, or why had they been led to this situation. But along with some recognition of the dire circumstances, another feeling now crept over Kris. Something else was bubbling up through her insides. She glanced across towards the incomprehensible sounds Tiff was making, then stood, gently picked her way around her long-absent colleague and sat back down between these two dear friends, better able to keep her weary eyes on both of them. And then quite suddenly, the feeling solidified and became crystal clear within her. With a wrench of her gut, Kris was now acutely and avengefully aware that it was more than about time for the Angels to retrieve their clipped wings.