Missed you too….the little avatar whispered in a strained and tired voice. Now…take a breath…She said then quickly flipped her hips, her spine cracked and popped. Tendons torn and frayed became one. Little Misaka began to repair their body. a very loud, painful scream filled the hallway. at the end of it, she shuddered but...

Mikoto wore the slightest of smiles as she looked down, sighed in relief, her butt was now in its proper place. she lifted her arm to the sound of crackling, popping like rice crispys, and laid it over her eyes. subtle flinches of pain, and relief worked its way, wrinkled her forehead, clinching her jaw, squeezed her fingers tight. She could hear him down the hallway ranting. What a disgusting person… she whispered. Yesss…little misaka answered in a very weak voice.

And you? Mikoto wondered.

A soft chuckle was her reply and a few words that seem to border on apologetic, what! I'm not allowed to take a nap…lets see you beat the hell out of someone and not take a nap, jerk! A vain attempt of yelling, more like a kitten mewing in a windstorm. Mikoto blushed, sorry

No problem…but I will be taking a nap after we deal with this pervert…Little Misaka added. Mikoto sighed, softy nodded. Tears slipped from underneath her arm, sorry I'm so weak…I just couldn't…

The urge to cry welled up inside her, she felt weak, helpless. Why couldn't she….she'd lost so much. All of them were gone. The others putting themselves together like humpty dumpty….she groan, if I could've…maybe they wouldn't have….


Little Misaka interrupted in a tired hurried small voice, don't you even…she huffed, a sharp pain rocketed through Mikoto's right leg, broken lower leg fixed….a long sigh, the sound of a deep breath, as if Little Misaka could actually take a breath. they did what they did because they could. She said, you gave them a very good…no… great life. you took them in after serving in hell…and gave them paradise…so don't…a soft sound of sniffling, you dare…just appreciate it….oopsss..sorry that doesn't go there…hmmm do you really need thisss….oh well….

I hate you sometimes….Mikoto groaned and heard a slight sound, mixed in with the ranting. She raised her arm just above. She coughed, blood and spit flung from her mouth, spattering the floor and her face. the pain tore at every fiber of her being. Another cough, choking on her own blood.
Crap?! What the hell…

Don't worry…. little misaka quickly spoke. I got this… she tried her best to laugh. But it was bad. They were losing.

She turned her head, laid her cheek on the marbled floor was no longer cold. It was warmed by her blood pooling around her, Hoping the pain would fade. Fretting her brow, moving shadows down the hallway caught her attention. what the….is that?

What's what? Her avatar answered. Something or someone was standing a fair distance away…her vison blurred with tears, and a little head trauma made it difficult for her to see, despite having vampiric vision.

A darkened figure stood far down the hallway. Sounds of battle came from beyond the figure. struggling breath, muffled begging, scratching, and the fine whisper of a blade drawn unforgiving over soft flesh. A curtain of silenced fell over them.