The police stared at Mallory in both horror and disgust, a few sneering at her as if they were better than her and she was just trash. Wow...I mean I know I don't look the best but damn guys chill with the faces. Also fuck you, you got nothin on me. One officer, he looked to be the one in charge, stepped forward with a megaphone. He raised the megaphone to his lips. "You are surrounded! Release the boy and take three steps away from him." Mallory set Neil down, earning protests from the young boy but gave him a look that said -Don't worry. Everything's fine just trust me- Neil stopped protesting and watched with tear-filled eyes as Mallory stepped away and raised her hands in the air. "Very good. Now, get on your knees and put your hands behind your head." Mallory slowly got down on her knees, ignoring the pain that flared up her right leg. The man must have stabbed her. She placed her hands behind her head and the lead officer motioned for one of his subordinates to cuff Mallory. The man pulled out a pair of cuffs and made his way towards Mallory when a voice spoke up from the house. "HOLD IT! HOLD EVERYTHING YOU DUNDERHEADS!" Everyone turned and looked at the old man who was stumbling his way out of the house in his jammies and waving his cane. Henry looked furious and hurried over to the officer with the cuffs. He bopped him on the head and pushed him back with his cane. "I called you all to help this girl not cuff her! The one you're looking for is a tall man!" The head officer sneered at the old man, obviously upset that he was interrupted and that no one was cuffed. "And do you have any proof old man?" Henry gave a toothy grin and waved for him to follow. "I got footage!" the head officer rolled his eyes and ordered the others to watch Mallory as he went inside with Henry. Neil stayed outside refusing to leave Mallory's side even after several officers told him to stay away.

Henry lead the head officer, whose name was Paul who was apparently the chief of police, to a room in the back of the house. "I got these cameras installed about a year ago. They should have caught footage of who you're really lookin for I swear it on my walkin cane!" Paul just grunted in response and looked around the room. There were several screens that had black and white footage showing almost the entire place outside of the house and motel. Henry picked up a small remote that was labeled 'Camera Six' and pointed it at a screen. On the screen at that moment, was several rooms, one of them being Mallory's. The window was broken and there was a shattered lamp, the cord hanging in the window. "Let's rewind a bit here…" Henry held the remote up to his face. He smiled and pressed a button, rewinding the video about seven minutes. They watched for about two maybe three minutes when a man, who was bleeding heavily, jumped out of the broken window and ran off out of the cameras view. Mallory was soon seen to run out chasing after him looking angry. Henry turned back to Paul with a smile. "See! She's the victim not the attacker!" Paul scoffed. "That doesn't prove anything! How do I know that it wasn't the girl who broke in." Henry huffed and re-winded the video even more, at least thirty minutes. The two watched for about five minutes when a man came into view a knife in hand. He slowly opened the window and crawled in. After another three minutes, they could see Mallory leaning out the window and looking around as if confused. They then watched as she closed the window. Henry gave Paul a triumphant smile as he pointed at the screen. "Ha! Proof!" Paul grunted and made his way out of the room, through the house, and back outside where every officer were still pointing their guns at Mallory. Little Neil yelling at them to go away and to leave her alone. With long strides, Paul made his way over to Mallory and grabbed her by the arm pulling her to her feet. "Everybody stand down!" he barked, glaring at his subordinates. He then looked down at Mallory who held no expression. "I have some questions for you girl so you're coming with us." Once again Henry stumbled out of the house and he bopped Paul on the head with his cane. "She ain't going nowhere with you! Not tonight! If you want, I'll send her by tomorrow when she's out shopping but right now, SHE NEEDS REST!" Paul, tired of the eccentric old man, let Mallory go and made his way back to his car. "I want her at the station by 10:30 sharp!" he snapped. "I'll be there by one. I have to clean up that room tomorrow." Paul glared. "10:30 and no later."

The three of them watched as everyone got back in their cars and drove off. Mallory turned and looked at Henry. "The police here suck, they weren't helpful at all." Henry chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. "I shouldn't have called but we were worried when we heard the shouting and I'm the only one here who can shoot a proper gun, but with these frail arms I can't really hold it up any more." Mallory smiled a little. "I can shoot a gun." Henry looked surprised then let out a laugh. "Of course you can, You're Mallory! You can do anything!" Mallory let out a sigh. She was exhausted, annoyed, angry and kinda hungry. Then she realized something that made her even more angry. "MANIAC, MAYHEM!" Her robotic pets poked their heads out the door. "Yeah?" Mallory glared harshly. "I blew the whistle...WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP ME?!" Maniac and Mayhem just stared at her. Mallory placed her hands on her hips waiting for an answer. "You looked like you were having fun!" Maniac said happily. Mayhem just pretended to lick his paw even though he didn't have a tongue. "Plus, I didn't want to." Mallory growled and held up the whistle. "When I blow this that means help me! I made it to where only you guys could hear its frequency and that it should give you the realization that I, your owner and creator, am in danger and in need of assistance!" Mayhem tilted his head. "You were doing fine on your own." he stated happily.

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" Neil tugged on Mallory's pant leg, making said girl look down at him. "Mallory...if you want you can sleep in my room tonight." he suggested shyly. Mallory could tell he was trying to change the subject so she would calm down and of course, Mallory fell for it. She always did. "Sure I guess if it's fine with gramps that is." they looked up at the old man to see that he was asleep. The two of them stared at him dumbfounded and Mallory snapped her fingers under his nose. "He's out. Alright let's just go to bed…" Mallory picked up Henry and swung him over her shoulder. Neil grabbed his grandfather's walking cane and Mayhem and Maniac grabbed their charging stations from the room and they all went into the house. Mallory locking the door behind them.

Mallory made her way through the house and to Henry's bedroom. She dumped him onto the bed and tucked him in. Waiting until she knew he wouldn't wake up, Mallory checked the window and made sure it was locked. She then proceeded to go all around the house making sure every single window was locked and that all the curtains were closed. She made her way to Neil's room to find that Neil had been waiting for her patiently and was holding a first aid kit. Mallory blinked when she noticed it then looked down at herself. She had several long cuts going down her arms and had a stab wound in her right leg. She then looked over the full-length mirror Neil had in his room and touched her left cheek which was bleeding quite a bit and noticed that her right cheek was swollen. How had her eyes been spared in that tussle? Who cares how bad I look. Not like I'm trying to impress anyone. Mallory then looked back at Neil who was giving her big, sad puppy eyes. "You want to patch me up...don't you?" Neil slowly nodded and Mallory looked conflicted. On one hand, I'll be fine in a few hours and would only need a good night's rest. On the other hand...he just looks so cute! Mallory sighed and sat down, extending her leg. "Alright. First you start with the worse wound on the body and slowly make your way up to the lesser ones." Neil gave her a bright smile and started cleaning her stab wound with disinfectant. Mallory watched him with a blank expression but couldn't help the smile that slowly formed on her lips. This reminded her of the first time he had wanted to patch her up. Of course, she still felt guilty, as she had awakened him to a world that was never made for him.

*=flashback

~=end of flashback

*Mallory was running some errands for Henry while he was out with Neil at the park. She didn't mind running errands for the old man, as he was kind enough to let her stay at the motel by paying with physical labor instead of with money since she didn't have any. That agreement happened about a week ago. Maniac was with her while Mayhem decided to stay at the motel, saying that he didn't want to bother with such trivial human things. Maniac looked up at Mallory, with what she assumed was with pure curiosity and excitement. He may have been a robot but he did have feelings and interests, so did Mayhem. "What's first on the list Mallory?" he asked, his robotic tail wagging frantically. Mallory dug around her pocket and pulled out a small list. She unfolded it and read the first item out loud. "First we need to...huh." Maniac tilted his head. "What is it?" Mallory showed him the list. "Says we have to get a bouquet of daisies and yellow tulips." Maniac tilted his head even more. "Why do we need to get those?" Mallory shrugged, folding the list and shoving it back in her pocket. "Dunno. Might as well get them though. Hey did you ever delete the basket mode I installed?" Maniac shook his head, the screen on his chest gave the option of a basket and Mallory pressed it. His back opened up and started forming a box shape that was exactly 600 Inches in both width and length. It was small, yes, but still was better to have for carrying things then to have nothing at all. The two of them headed to the small market in town that had many little shops to choose from. There were bookstores, a flower shop, small food outlets, cafes, hardware, electronics, auto-repair shops, toy stores, and vendors. Mallory entered the flower shop and looked around. There were all kinds of plants, not just flowers. She didn't want to take too long here so she went straight to the counter where a woman stood with a wide and overly happy smile. "Hello! I'm Rose! Welcome to Florist Flares, where you can find any type of plant you need whether to place on a grave, give to your loved ones or need for certain medical uses! How may I help you this fine day?" she asked in a high-pitched cheerful voice. Mallory just stared at her blankly. "I need a bouquet of Yellow tulips and daisies." she stated bordly. The woman went to the back of the shop without a word and came back seconds later holding the two items. "That will be $10.50!" Mallory pulled out a small wallet that Henry had given her and took out a ten and a one. She gave it to the lady and took the flowers. "Keep the change. Also I have a tip for you miss." The woman tilted her head. "What would that be ma'm?" Mallory pointed at the women's wide and unnerving smile. "That's gonna freak people out. I see you don't have many customers and it may be because of this forced smile that's honestly kinda creepy. Give them a beautiful, natural smile and I'm sure you'll start getting more customers." the woman's smile slowly faded and her expression went blank. "Do you think it could work?" Mallory nodded and left the store. Before she was completely out the door however, she turned back to give the woman a small smile. "Also don't smile too much. You might hurt yourself." she then left, leaving the lady to stand there, confused. Mallory gently placed the flowers in the basket and she and Maniac started walking again. She looked at what they needed next and sighed. "Time to get cleaning supplies."

It had taken them thirty minutes to get all of the cleaning supplies and a few other items. When they left the store, they were surprised to see Henry bumbling around like a madman screeching Neil's name. That's when they realized that Neil wasn't with him. Mallory and Maniac ran over, Mallory grabbing him by the shoulders. "Henry, Henry what's wrong? Where's Neil I thought you took him to the park?!" Henry's eyes locked with hers and she could see all of the worry and fear he was feeling. "W-we were at the park and I was just watching him play with the other youngins that were there with their families and I must have dozed off...when I woke up, Neil was gone! It must have been those blasted Knife-turners! I swear I'm going to beat their bottoms if they've done anything to my boy!" He then pushed past her and started screaming out for Neil. "NEIL! NEIL MY BOY PLEASE ANSWER ME! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Henry had tears streaming down his face by this point. Everyone who was around just ignored him, a few throwing small objects at him trying get him to shut up. Mallory let out a bloodthirsty aura at anyone who threw something and they would faint from the pressure, but everyone else would just ignore them too when it happened. Mallory stopped Henry and turned him to face her. She gently rested her palms against his cheeks and gave the old man a gentle smile. "Henry. Calm down. I know you're worried about Neil but this is not the way to go about finding him. I want you to go rest somewhere and leave finding Neil to me. I promise that I will bring him back to you unhurt and perfectly fine." Henry looked skeptical by her promise and looked down at Maniac who slowly nodded. "She's really good at keeping her promises." he assured him. Henry sighed and rested a hand on her shoulder. "Please bring me my Neil...He's all I have left." Mallory gave him a firm nod and looked down at Maniac. "Maniac, I want you to stay with Henry."

"WHAT WHY?!" Mallory knelt down and rested a hand on his head. "Because you are a robo dog with many talents and Henry is a defenseless old man surrounded by uncaring people. I want you to make sure nothing happens to him. Got it?" Maniac thought for a moment then nodded. Mallory smiled and kissed his snout before running off to the park where Henry and Neil had been.

When Mallory got to the park, the first thing she did was start asking the parents if they had seen any sort of suspicious actions. A few stating that she was acting suspicious herself. She just brushed them off and started looking around the playground when she spotted something familiar. A short-sleeved, green hoodie. Mallory picked it up and studied the cloth. Then saw something that made her blood boil. There was blood on his hoodie. His blood. Mallory could feel her rage build up and knew she was about to lose herself. She knew that she was about to kill, She needed to calm it. She needed to calm her rage or anything she does will be against her choice. She spotted a wallet a few feet away and quickly snatched it up. She pulled out a high school ID. The photo was of a young boy who was at least fourteen years old and was clearly putting in the effort to look like a bad kid. Mallory read his name and a wicked smile formed on her lips. "Matthew Johnson." she started to giggle. "I'm gonna find you...and I'm going to rip you apart." Mallory looked down when the scent of blood wafted into her nose and she smiled. The idiots left a trail of blood. Bad for them and good for her. She started to follow it noting that it lead her into the forest. "I'm coming for you."

Neil laid on the ground, bloody and bruised. He kept crying out for his grandpa, screaming that he wanted to go home but his captors wouldn't let him. It was four teenage boys who were in a foul mood and decided that they wanted to take it out on their favorite little play thing. Matthew, the leader of the little gang of four, punched Neil in the gut. "Stop crying! No one's coming for you freak and no one ever will. Why would anyone care about a little shit like you anyway?" Neil clutched his stomach as he laid on his side, coughing violently. A rather short, well-rounded boy at least a year younger than Matthew named Roy, waddled over. He was carrying a short metal pipe that was blunt on one end and had been sharpened to a point on the other. Neil looked up at Roy with tear filled eyes and watched as he raised the pipe above his head, the blunt end gleaming in the sunlight, and brought it down onto Neil's arm. Neil cried out in pain as Roy kept beating him with the pipe swinging over and over earning laughs from the other three who clearly enjoyed watching him suffer. After awhile Neil stopped crying. He stopped screaming. He slowly became numb. Jason, a boy who was tall and lanky, walked over and yanked Neil up by the arm and threw him into a tree. Matthew then dug around his pocket and pulled out a knife. The other three stared at him, knowing what was about to come next. Except they were horrified because they didn't think, and were kinda hoping, that he wouldn't take it to this point. The point to kill. The fourth boy, a small kid with thick black glasses named Richard, stepped forward holding out a hand. "M-Matthew you aren't going to actually...kill him...are you?" he asked uncertainly. Matthew turned to him with a crazy smile. "Why the Hell not? No one wants the little brat around. I mean, he has no parents, his grandpa is a nutcase! He talks to plants and stupid little animals like some freak and acts like they say stuff back. He's a pathetic shit that doesn't deserve his life! Everyone hates him and I can't blame them. He's just a useless piece of tra-" a twig snapped quickly shutting Matthew up. They all turned back to where Neil was lying and looked past him into the forest. Matthew looked back at Roy and motioned for him to go check it out. Roy clutched his pipe and shook his head so fast that it looked like it was about to fall off. Matthew glared and pointed his knife in Roy's direction. "Go. Look." he hissed through his teeth. Roy, now even more terrified from the thought of Matthew's wrath being pointed towards him, slowly crept past them and into the trees which gradually seemed to grow darker even though the sun was still high in the sky. Silence had fallen over everyone, it had fallen all over the forest until a blood-curdling, ear-piercing scream cut through. The three boys, now concerned for their lives started pushing each other trying to get someone to go in after Roy and see what happened. That's when Matthew had the idea to send Neil. With a powerful stride and a evil smile adorning his lips, Matthew made his way towards Neil and pulled him up and onto his feet. The younger boy looked up at him with dull eyes and Matthew just glared. "Go. Find Roy." Neil, now no longer feeling like he had a choice in the matter, did as he was told and staggered off into the woods.

Neil stumbled around and would keep glancing back to where Matthew and the others were waiting, hoping that he could possibly use this chance to escape. Yet he didn't as he believed it would only make things worse for him. So he continued on until he came upon Roy who was laying on the ground unmoving, in a pool of red liquid. Neil walked around Roy's unmoving body and stopped when he saw what had become of Roy. Roy's head was smashed open and his brain oozed out in a puddle as if it had been stirred into mush and his eyes were lying on the ground in front of him, staring up at Neil. Neil started to shake as both fear and bile began to rise up inside of him. Neil fell to his hands and knees and threw up on the spot. The sight was just so grotesque and horrifying his stomach couldn't handle it. He suddenly felt a hand rubbing his back and whipped around coming face to face with Mallory who was kneeling next to him and holding a bloody pipe, blood on her clothes, hands and face. Neil at first was confused but then he looked back at Roy's body and back at Mallory then back to Roy and so forth. This went on for a few minutes until something had clicked in his brain when he finally took one last look at Roy's body. He slowly looked back at Mallory who gave him a smile. "Are you okay Neil? You seem out of it."