When you kill to survive,
And survive for just that next kill,
There's one thing you learn to fear,
Just one,
It's a lot simpler than you think,
You fear yourself.
-Gregory Terrance Zorski
Soul Eater: Blood Laced Wine
Three days after Seth's fight with Mifune.
Alexis shot up from the warm embrace of her own mind.
She looked around gingerly.
It took her a few seconds to realise she was in a house, and a few more to notice herself under the red covers of a bed.
She shook her head and moved to get up, only to feel resistance on her left arm.
She lifted the covers to see the large IV sticking out of her forearm and coiling to the drip beside the bed, along with the restraint keeping her arm in place, she saw the restraint move over the side of the large mattress.
Her right hand quickly undid the clamp on the restraint and almost roughly ripped the IV from her arm.
She slowly moved from the large bed and looked around the room, the lights were out but the light that streamed through the pitiful curtains over the window gave away that it was daytime.
This comforted her somehow.
She moved for the door, her feet caused the floorboards to creak, she stopped moving and listened for any sounds.
She heard what sounded like voices from the other room.
A few steps later and her hand was resting on the doorknob , which she turned.
With the door slightly open the voices could be heard clearly.
"-And I'm just asking where she is." A somewhat familiar voice stated.
She opened the door more.
A hand reached through the space between the door and the wall and grabbed her arm, she was soon pulled through into the other room.
The person tucked her arm behind her back and wrapped an arm around her throat, effectively keeping her from moving.
"Seems she was here the entire time." The person holding her muttered.
"You have no right grabbing her like that," another yelled, she turned to look at who, the boy had three parallel lines in his hair," let her go."
A name echoed through her head.
"K-Kid?" she managed, she stared confused at the young
reaper.
The agent tightened his grip slightly at the reaper's outburst, stopping her ability to breath.
Her free hand moved to the arm around her throat, she almost weakly grasped the man's forearm.
The sounds of bones breaking followed, the crunch sounded almost sweet to her ears, but seemed drawn out.
The agent pushed her away from him and held his broken left forearm, a shard of bone protruded from the skin.
A second agent grabbed this one and moved him from the room.
She watched them go confused.
"Why are they moving so slowly?" she asked herself.
Kid asked her something, she didn't hear him, instead she eyed her hand.
"What's goin-" she tried.
Hands on her shoulders snapped her from her thoughts, Kid's face filled her view.
He seemed to try to ask her something, though no words came from his mouth.
She tried to read his lips, but they seemed too slow to be articulating anything.
A white haze started to fill the edge of her vision, she started to get dizzy.
She almost fell forwards, but Kid held her up, she heard his voice now, though it sounded like she was under water and just came out as dull echoes.
She pushed past Kid, he seemed to almost jump back.
Behind Kid was another boy, he was obviously older and very familiar.
Though he was looking to the side so she couldn't see his entire face, even so, it was obvious he was out of place.
Despite the other people in the room beginning to lose their colour and shift to a dull grey, this boy stayed perfectly coloured, his pale flesh obviously had been in contact with sunlight, but not enough for him to be tanned.
His long white shirt and black dress pants were absolutely clean, he looked like he belonged in a book or magazine.
His dull blue eye looked at her, he grinned slightly.
His curly ginger hair swayed slightly as he turned towards her.
The entire room stopped moving comepletely the moment she saw his entire face.
His right jaw and cheekbones were clearly visible, what looked like rotting flesh bordered the bones, his pointed teeth seemed overly white.
His right eye was yellowed slightly.
His smile towards her grew.
"Good to have you back." The boy chuckled.
She noticed his right arm was tucked behind him, though she didn't need to see it to know who it was.
"Greg?" was all she could manage before the haze filled her vision, only to be replaced with a yawning darkness.
Kid moved forward, still clutching his stomach from Alexis shoving him.
He watched her stare off into space for a second.
"Gr – eg?" was heard from her as she eyed the couch in the room.
She began to fall backwards, Kid moved forward and caught her, only to realise she had passed out.
He shook his head and looked at the couch, Drake looked back at him.
Drake tapped his cigarette over an ashtray.
"So you found her," he began as he took a drag from his smoke," now what?"
Kid looked at Alexis, she seemed almost peaceful.
He noticed she had bandages on her arms.
"Did she just-" he tried.
"I do believe so," Drake confirmed," what of it?"
Kid eyed Drake, who simply stared back.
"She does that when it happens." Drake huffed.
Kid's eyes narrowed.
"When what happens?" he asked.
Drake shook his head.
"That's not your problem." Drake stated.
"And if I made it my problem?" Kid challenged, he shifted Alexis in his arms.
Drake looked Kid up and down.
"You'd probably die." He replied.
He stuck his cigarette into the ashtray on the table.
"Now," Drake muttered as he rose," if you'll kindly give her back."
Earlier that day.
Kid looked around the training room, to him a very obvious person was missing.
"Alexis isn't here," he muttered," again."
"C'mon Kid," Liz huffed," don't make this into one of your obsessions."
"I'm not obsessed," he stated," just – worried."
Liz noted his tone and simply looked at him.
This was strange even for Kid.
"She's probably on her way back." Liz tried, though this only earned her a laugh.
"I'm sure." Kid huffed.
His grin didn't last very long however.
"C'mon Kid," Liz began," we've been standing around all class, you should talk to someone."
Kid looked to her, he sighed.
"I guess." He agreed.
He eyed the floor for a few seconds.
"Hey Kid." Maka's voice called, he looked up.
"Oh, hey." He muttered.
"What's with the face?" BlackStar asked from beside him, he turned.
"Oh, nothing really." He lied.
"Worried about her too huh?" Soul asked from beside Maka.
He turned to Soul surprised, who simply jerked his chin towards Maka.
"She is too." He huffed.
Kid sighed.
"Yeah," he admitted," I guess I am."
BlackStar turned to look at Tsubaki.
"Whatever," he huffed," I'm sure it'll be fine, c'mon Tsubaki."
He moved towards the crowd that was around a sparring ring.
They watched him go.
"When did he start caring?" Maka asked.
Soul laughed.
"Don't be so hard on the guy." he chuckled.
An awkward silence crept into the remaining five.
"Right," Kid huffed, they all looked at him while he eyed beyond Maka," I guess we'll just ask him."
Maka arched a brow.
"Huh," she blurted as she turned, only to see that Seth was leaning on a wall by himself," Seth?"
"Yes, Seth," Kid confirmed," notice he's alone today."
"Uh Kid," Soul cut in," hasn't he been alone since that fight with Mifune?"
Kid shook his head.
"No," he denied," if you recall his brother was around until yesterday."
"So Drake's been gone," Maka huffed," what is asking Seth going to solve?"
Kid looked at her.
"Well, I'd rather ask than not." He stated.
Maka pondered his words for a moment.
"I guess you've got a point." She muttered.
By the time she looked back up he was already moving past her, she turned to watch him go.
Liz sighed.
"I guess it was only a matter of time before he'd ask them." She tried, she shrugged then moved to follow her meister with Patty in tow.
After a few steps past them she stopped and turned.
"You two coming?" she asked.
"Oh, right," Maka stammered, she grabbed Soul's shoulder and pulled him forward," of course."
By the time they reached Kid and Seth, the two were already talking.
"Look," Seth sighed," just stop."
"Stop what?" Kid asked.
"I know you're worried," Seth assured him, his eyes flicked to the others as they filed in beside Kid," but you don't need to know what's going on."
"That seems a little harsh." Soul muttered, he crossed his arms over his chest.
Seth simply grinned at him.
"Doesn't make it any less true." He huffed.
Kid shook his head.
"Despite this," he started, Seth turned back to him," can you tell us anything?"
Seth sighed.
"She's busy." He stated.
Soul shrugged sarcastically.
"And?" He prompted.
"And," Seth repeated," that's all you need to know."
Kid sighed.
"You say that but-" he tried.
"Hey," Seth cut in," stop, she'll be back soon."
Kid eyed Seth annoyed.
The bell rang, all the students almost immediately moved for the door.
Seth pushed past Kid, not forcefully, but hard enough to get the reaper out of the way.
Kid watched him go.
"Well that was," Soul began, he searched for words," enlightening."
Maka shook her head.
"He has his own way of doing things I guess." She added.
Kid sighed.
"He did tell us something though." Kid muttered, everyone turned to look at him.
"He did?" Liz asked.
"Yes and his brother not being here helps with this theory," Kid stated," Alexis is in Death City."
Everyone other than Patty flinched.
"W-what," Maka blurted," how do you know?"
Kid raised a hand, he extended his index finger.
"First, if you'll recall what he said a few days ago, his story changed, first she was on a mission, now she's just 'busy'," he explained, he extended a second finger," and second, their seemingly sole medic randomly stops showing up around the same time the story changes."
Maka nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I guess," she agreed," but they obviously don't want to share that information for some reason."
They all nodded.
After a few seconds, Kid started moving towards the door.
"Uh, Kid," Liz called, he stopped and turned," where're you going?"
He shrugged.
"I'm going to ask them where she is." He stated before continuing on his journey.
Present.
Kid watched as Drake clipped Alexis back to the bed, he sterilized her IV and stuck it back into her arm.
A few seconds later he moved back towards the door.
Before he could move past Kid, the reaper stopped him with a hand.
"What?" Drake asked, he looked the reaper in the eye.
Kid shook his head.
"Why didn't you guys just tell us she was back?" Kid asked.
Drake sighed.
"Why'd you show up with two armed agents?" he retorted.
Kid began to reply, but held his tongue.
"That's why." Drake huffed, he pushed past Kid.
He moved to the door, just as his hand touched the doorknob Kid sighed.
"Is she going to be alright?" Kid asked.
Drake looked back.
"She'll be fine," Drake stated," I'd worry about that guy who grabbed her if I were you."
"He's already on the way to the hospital." Kid stated.
He eyed the sleeping Alexis, one question ate at him.
The door opened behind him.
"Hey," he called, Drake stopped from leaving." What happened back there?"
Drake shook his head.
"That's just a side effect of losing control," he stated," since I'm one of Greg's kids I guess I look something like him even with my black hair."
Kid shook his head.
"Has that happened to you?" he asked, he turned to look at the Altered behind him.
Drake shrugged.
"I dunno, maybe." He admitted.
Kid looked back to Alexis.
Drake's hand on his shoulder surprised him, he turned to Drake.
"C'mon," Drake prompted," you're starting to act like a creep."
Kid sighed, but followed Drake from the room.
Kid moved for the front door, Drake meanwhile turned the light off in Alexis' room and shut the door.
"Hey," Drake called, Kid stopped and turned," why'd you show up with security and not your weapons?"
Kid looked in front of him for a few seconds.
"I don't know," he admitted," I guess I didn't want to risk them getting hurt."
Drake nodded thoughtfully.
"I guess that was a good idea." He huffed.
Kid turned back to Drake.
"She is going to be alright though," he asked again," right?"
Drake nodded.
"Trust me," Drake huffed," she'll be fine."
"When's she coming back?" Kid asked.
"Well," Drake began, he rubbed his chin," she'll probably be at the academy tomorrow."
Kid eyed him surprised.
"Really," he blurted," she will?"
Drake nodded.
"She's been in bed for a few days now," he explained," not to mention she's damn stubborn."
Kid eyed the floor.
"So I didn't need to show up." Kid muttered.
"Ah, that just means you care," Drake mused as he lit another cigarette," but if I were you I'd apologise to the guy who got a broken arm."
Kid sighed.
"I guess." He agreed as he pushed the front door open, he paused to look back at Alexis' room before leaving the house.
Drake sighed once he was gone.
The door clicked shut.
He moved to a couch and sat down.
He glanced at the door to Alexis' room and shook his head.
Alexis tossed and turned, or as close to it as she could with one arm clamped in place.
Sweat beaded her brow as memories flashed through her mind.
It seemed like she was watching a movie, not actually doing anything.
However, the blood and bodies were all too familiar, even though the particular setting wasn't.
The place seemed to be some sort of ghost town, battered buildings surrounded her as she looked around.
An eerie red haze hung in the air, almost like a red fog.
She turned to one side, trying to see anyone else, though she couldn't.
A sound caught her attention, she spun to try and find it.
A person filled her view, a very familiar person.
She took a fighting stance, as did this person.
After a second she realized that it was her own reflection from a large window.
She relaxed, though not very much.
She looked around the empty street before inspecting herself in the glass.
She was fully clothed, much to her relief, though only in pants and a midriff cut off shirt.
She wasn't even in her bandages.
Thanks to this, she could see her skin clearly, and despite the haze around her, she could clearly pick out the grey.
She looked at her own palms, they were their normal pale flesh, her eyes flicked back to her reflection.
It stared back at her, it took her a few seconds to notice that it wasn't following her movements anymore.
Its head cocked to one side and it looked her up and down with its glowing eyes.
It seemed to huff disapprovingly and raised a hand to reach for her.
She watched as its palm met resistance, presumably from the glass.
Cracks lashed from the reflections palm, the window burst and shards of glass shot towards her, she raised her arms to block the large shards.
The glass seemed to bounce off of her hands with no wounds opening.
She peaked through her arms to see that all the buildings around her were gone.
A copy of her crouched over what she assumed from the slab of mutilated meat to be a corpse was all that remained.
The copy ripped an arm from the chunk of meat beneath it and raised it to its mouth.
It took a second to bite into the arm, the sound of bones being crushed rung in her ears.
It seemed to take notice of her for the first time, it turned to look at her, a shard of bone still hung in its sharp teeth.
The copy smiled at her, the bone snapped easily and fell to the ground, it landed with a thin sound, as if landing on marble.
The copy rose, she now saw that it wore some sort of dress, the fabric was largely shredded and the red was damp with blood.
The copy approached her, it dragged the hunk of meat behind it by what she could only assume to be the remains of a leg.
The copy stopped a few meters from her, it tossed the meat towards her and giggled when she took a hurried step away from it, blood spattered the floor where she had stood.
"Cute." Her copy giggled, it looked her right in the eyes with a smirk.
She simply glared at herself.
The copy's skin was its normal grey with signature glowing eyes.
"Having fun I see," she huffed," you leech."
Her copy sarcastically looked offended.
"How dreadful," it wailed," to call me that of all things."
Its smile returned and it giggled some more, the sound raked across Alexis' ears and she covered them with her hands.
Pain shot through her hands and forearms, she brought them away from her ears for a moment to look at them.
"W-what?" she managed.
Blood welled from the many cuts on her flesh, the cuts went from the tips of her fingers to about her elbows.
She'd seen this before, but didn't know when it had happened.
Her copy laughed once more.
"Awwww, just finding out I had some fun?" it huffed clearly amused with itself.
Alexis struggled to stay focused on anything other than her hands, the bones in her arms felt like broken glass with napalm in her veins.
"W-when?" she stammered.
"The past few days," her copy replied," one of them had armor on, that was tough to crack."
Alexis gritted her teeth, her left leg gave out and she fell, she caught herself with her hands, but the pain only doubled, she managed to stay up on one knee.
She glared at her copy, who simply smiled back.
"If you don't want this to happen then you should get out more." Her copy giggled psychotically.
"Fuck you." Alexis retorted.
A hand on her shoulder caused her to look back, her view was filled with her own, grey face.
"Awww, c'mon," the copy cooed," no pain no gain right?"
She shifted her shoulder to try and rid it of the hand, though her copy held firm.
"Let go." She ordered through gritted teeth.
Her copy smiled widely, it traced her neck with its finger.
"There's always the other way out." It hissed, it laughed loudly before pushing her forward.
She landed on her face, though instead of hitting the ground, she shot forward through the floor.
She stopped in a sitting position, a loud crunch was heard from her left.
This was followed by a crash on the same side, she turned to look only to see that it was an IV drip stand that had fallen over.
She was back in the room from before, the red blankets were thrown back from her rising.
She soon recognised this room as her own and sighed with relief.
She fell back into the pillows, the bed shifted and lurched to the left and she almost fell, though she moved her legs to catch herself.
Her left leg gave out and she fell forward however, she managed to rise to her right knee, she felt strangely embarrassed, though she settled for this rather than rolling out of bed.
She eyed the bed only to see that one of the legs was gone, she noticed something on her left arm, the heavy loop of fabric still connected her to the broken leg of the bed, which now hung loosely from the other end of the restraint.
She undid the clamp and let it fall, the feeling of fire crept into her arms.
She gritted her teeth and eyed them.
They were covered in bandages, though not her usual grey ones, these were a sterile white and only went to her elbows.
Despite looking normal at first glance, she noticed that these bandages were padded, they were holding things in place on her arms.
She turned her attention to her leg, which was tucked underneath her, she shifted to a sitting position and laid it on the wooden floor.
Other than a simple splint, her leg seemed fine, no cuts, though there were numerous bruises along her shin.
"What the fu-" she tried.
The door opening to her room cut her off.
"Oh good," Drake huffed," you're up."
She looked around her room.
"What happened?" she asked.
Drake waved her question away.
"Pretty self-evident if you ask me." He mused.
She looked at her bandaged hands, noticing that her knuckles and the backs of her hands were heavily padded, even more so than her arms themselves.
She nodded in agreement.
"Did I-" she tried, she stopped, eventually she looked at him," did I hurt anyone?"
Drake shook his head.
"No," he replied," we got you away from everyone before that, they took you egg hunting afterwards."
She caught on to his words.
"You weren't there?" she asked.
He shook his head.
"Nope, I stayed here with Seth until you came back." He explained.
She shifted slightly, she tried to rise, though quickly fell back down to the floor.
Drake moved forward, he noticed both the tilted bed and the toppled drip stand, red oozed from the nearly empty bag.
The blood from the bag crept closer to Alexis' feet, she moved her skin from the blood.
Drake sighed.
"Some psycho you are." He huffed.
She shot him a look, though he simply smiled back.
He approached her and grabbed the top of the stand, he righted it then turned to her bed.
"Rough night?" he joked.
She shook her head.
"You tied me to one of the legs," she huffed," what'd you think was going to happen?"
He chuckled slightly.
"Yeah I guess," he agreed, he stooped to offer her some help up," c'mon, let's get you ready."
He helped her remove her splint and her bandages before leaving the room.
Thirty minutes later she was showered and drying herself.
She had gritted her teeth every second the hot water had touched her flesh.
Blood had dripped from her hair and from some cuts that reopened, but had gone down the drain.
With her bandages off she took the time to eye her hands.
They were covered in scrapes and tears, though these would fade in time.
They weren't the worst thing to happen to her.
She recognised the patterns on her ripped flesh, a tooth mark here, a plain tear there.
"Bastard," she sighed," so I was fighting unarmed."
She gingerly wrapped herself in a bathrobe and limped into her room, noticing immediately that the bed was level again, with clothes thrown on top of the red blankets.
She arched a brow.
Her arms began to burn again so she decided to get dressed as quickly as possible as she limped towards the bed.
Ten agonising minutes later she was dressed.
She now wore dark blue shorts that almost touched her knees and a full, green tank top.
To finish the outfit, she had her heavy combat boots as well.
She was showing off more skin than she was used to.
She looked around for her heavier clothes, though they were nowhere to be found.
Her eyes did catch one thing though, a crutch leaning against the door to the hall.
She shook her head and limped over to it.
She opened the door and leaned against the doorway.
Drake was sitting on the couch smoking, as usual.
She gestured to her clothes.
"Really?" she asked.
He sighed, smoke rolled from his lips.
"I know," he assured her with a shrug," Seth and Lizzy thought this would help you cope."
Alexis shook her head.
"Right," she muttered, she reached into the room and brought out the crutch," but are you fucking kidding me with this?"
Drake shook his head.
"Hey I know you want to be your usual tough self," he stated," but walking around on that leg isn't going to help you."
"It's fine." She stated.
"You have a hairline fracture," he huffed," the fact that you're on it at all right now simply proves that you're stubborn, but you can't be on it all day like I'm sure you want to."
She crossed her arms over her chest, pain shot through her arms, she hissed at the feeling and held her arms out.
Drake rose.
"C'mon," he prompted," I'll put your stuff back on."
After what felt like an eternity, Drake replaced the splint on her leg and reapplied new bandages and dressings to her arms.
She clenched her lightly covered fingers, a dull pain itched at her hand as she did so, but she ignored it.
"What time is it?" she asked from the couch.
Drake wrung his hand under the sink, he turned off the water and glanced at his watch.
"Six thirty." He stated as he dried his left hand, his right was still bandaged itself.
"Then we need to go." She stated as she pushed up from the couch.
She stood uneasily and took a shaky step towards the front door.
"Where are you going?" he asked even though he knew the answer.
She sighed.
"To class." She stated.
He sighed and moved up to her.
He tucked the crutch under her left arm.
"I know I'm not going to stop you," he muttered," but please just use this."
She eyed his face, her eyes flicked to the collar around his neck.
For a moment she wondered what he'd be saying without it on.
She shook her head from her thoughts and gingerly gripped the crutch.
"Fine," she huffed, she looked around the room," where's Ko?"
Drake huffed in amusement.
"Poor guy's still in your room," he stated, she felt strangely sad that she hadn't noticed, Drake moved towards her door," I'll get him."
After a few seconds he returned with Ko's case.
To her surprise, he slung the straps over his own shoulders.
"Not trusting me?" she huffed, though he grinned back at her.
"Hardly, you shouldn't be going anywhere let alone carrying something," he retorted," I'll stick close to you today."
She nodded.
"Doctor and patient." She mused before hobbling on the crutch towards the door.
In an unknown place.
His eyes opened for what felt like the first time, light stabbed at his eyes, he realised he was still at his desk.
"Staying up is such a chore." He sighed as he leaned back in his chair.
His partner loosed a huff of amusement, he turned to her.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
She shook her head, her cropped jet black hair swayed as she did so.
"You're talking like you're young again." She stated.
He shook his head.
"If only that were the case." He muttered.
He cracked his neck and rose from his chair, he turned to the door.
His partner's blood red eyes followed him.
"Done with work?" she asked.
He nodded and gestured to his desk, which had large papers strewn on it.
Various illustrations of body parts were on them, the manner of the drawings was similar to schematics.
"I've gone over them a dozen times," he stated," though he sustained many wounds during his fight with her, the operation should turn out to have been a success."
"Do you think he'll talk?" she asked.
He huffed in amusement.
"Of course he will," he stated," even if he doesn't want to, it's all a matter of time."
His partner shrugged , her long white lab coat managed to keep her curves in check.
"To think they'd just sacrifice him," she muttered," and just to have the chance to test her."
He shook his head, he turned and moved to the kitchen area of the rather large apartment like space.
His partner followed.
"He taught them all the same way," he stated as he reached the sink, he turned on the tap and ran his hands under the water," with her being the exception to that, she's the only one who-"
"Who has the traits." His partner cut in.
He stopped for a moment before splashing water over his face, he looked up, his reflection in the mirror looked back at him, water dripped from his curly, ginger hair.
His dull blue eyes looked very tired, his lack of sleep was evident from the small bags under his eyes.
His skin, he noted, was very pale, which was good, his tan from the previous time he had left the facility had dissipated.
He yawned, his silver glasses shifted slightly.
He took the time to push them back up.
He dried his hands and turned around, he leaned on the counter space.
His partner looked him up and down.
"C'mon G," she prompted," he'll calm down again."
G eyed her, a slight frown formed on his face.
"He hasn't been calm for years," he stated," you know that Siya."
Siya shook her head.
"Well, we can attack him." She offered.
He shook his head.
"He knows us too well, he'll be prepared." G stated.
"Well, we'll improvise." She tried.
"That does not seem like a viable plan." He told her.
Siya sighed.
"So that's it," she huffed, she crossed her arms over her chest," we're just going to let him-"
"I didn't say that," he muttered, cutting her off," we just need to wait for the right time."
His eyes narrowed in her direction.
"And place." He added.
"So what," she asked," we just bide our time?"
He nodded.
"Pretty much," he stated," if I know him, he'll make his move against us, most likely sending the most powerful of them."
"We need to be ready for a fight." Siya stated.
"No," he denied," we need to be ready-"
He trailed off, he looked up at the ceiling.
"We need to be ready, for a war." Siya finished for him.
He sighed, but nodded.
"Who'll they send?' she asked him.
He eyed her, a small smile cracked over his face.
"I think we both know that." He said, he turned to look at the ploor.
She shook her head.
"Is he going to survive?" she asked.
"If he is," G started," he'll be awake and ready by the time it happens."
"That's – reassuring." She sighed.
She moved to one of the computer monitors that were placed across from the kitchen.
She eyed the feeds, one showed a boy in a hospital bed, bandages covered most of his body.
A girl sat next to his bed, her long bluish hair was tied back as she watched over her partner.
"This is him right?" she asked.
G nodded.
"Yes that's him," he confirmed," I'm sure he has a lot to tell us."
"It's been a while," Siya muttered, she turned to look at him," think I'll have to get my kit?"
G shook his head.
"I doubt they actually betrayed him," he stated," for all we know he volunteered."
She bit her lip.
"That would explain why they left him," she offered," maybe they knew we'd be watching."
G shook his head.
"If that's true than we have even more work ahead of us." He assured her.
He walked over to the monitors, stopping beside her.
"So, I guess we just have to wait," he muttered," for Kahl to wake up."
Author's note: hi, it's me Gorse.
Ugh, I honestly don't like this chapter.
Even though it didn't seem like it while I was writing it, I find that I rushed it.
This is starting to become a bit of a problem, really.
Whatever, PLOT TO THE RESCUE!
So new people, yay, but you may ask "who're these people Gorse?" to which I'd reply "wait for the next damn chapter."
Srsly don't ask me about the plot until the series is over, though feel free to post your guesses as a review or PM.
Anyway, in case that last part blew past you, yes, I'm going to start the plot up again.
I'll try to keep filler to a minimum, though I feel I should incorporate the backstories of as many Altered as possible.
Anyway, just a word of warning, the series is going to start getting a little….weird.
Or strange, strange might be a better word.
I'm not saying that there's going to be more blood or gore or anything like that.
What I'm saying is the plot of the story is about to kick off, shit is about to become real, if you will.
Yes, the turning point has been passed.
If there's anything you guys want to learn about each character, just post a review or PM me, I might use your question to fuel scenes.
Oh sorry about the wait for this, I've been busy the past little while, most of this chapter was done for a while before I decided to scrap some of it and rewrite some parts.
So if this chapter seemed to jump around a lot, that's the reason and I'm sorry.
Despite this, it could've been longer in my opinion, though that's just me.
So, over all a short read for you, I guess.
Hope you can move past the flaws and focus on the good parts of the story, I'd really appreciate it.
Anywho, see you next chapter, BYYEEE.
-GorseT