Hey sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. School and work are killing me. Well hope you like it. It is kinda short but what can you do.^_^ENJOY



Her vision was blurred, as she stumbled through the dark forest. Everything hurt,
but most of all was her spirit. Someone took what was only hers to give, and
destroyed it. Tears flowed down her face, her body was screaming "kill me," but
her mind stiffled it with "it will be okay."

"Nothing will be okay." Escaped her bloody lips, that were now black from the dried
blood. Tripping on an old root, Makoto found herself on the ground--yet again--and
unconsious.

~*Dream*~
As this man or soldier as Makoto guessed, due to his strength and way of holding
her down with the least amout of force. She struggled, "Leave me alone." trying
to get him off of her, but it was not good. Makoto could tell that he was getting
angry, and that he would take it out on her. Pulling out a dagger from his pocket,
Soldier' began cutting her. Not deep enough to kill, but enough to make her
blood flow from the wounds. Cutting her from her heart down her abdomen.

You *Cut* arn't much of a challenge are you. He cut a cross in the middle of her
stomach. This was har last chance, if she didn't get away now it would be to late.
If Makoto could get one hand free, she could reach her dagger and wound or kill him.
Her trying resulted in failure, and the pain of his fist seemed to have doubled. Looking
up at him, Makoto saw what this was, It was a game to Soldier' something that
could pass the time until he was needed again. He dared her to make a move,
he seemed to laugh at her. And that was when it happened. A pain shot threw
her body, it seemed to burn and cut her at the same time. With each agonizing
scream, the pain seemed to double. It felt like he took his knife and cut her in two.

When Soldier' was done, Makoto was just a sobbing mass on the forest floor.
Kneeling down Soldier' whispered in her ear. Next time, I might let you win.
Her eyes widened, *No, God. Someone. Anyone.* His intense laugh echoed
in her mind.

She jolted upwards, holding her head tightly. Makoto didn't know where
she was, or even care. all she knew was what had happened. Wrapping her
arms around her chest, she began to rock back and forth while tears rolled
down her face. Why did this had to happen to her. Not that she wished someone
else went through what she did, but this seemed to kill her. She was lost deep
in thought to notice someone enter the room, until their hand went on her shoulder.
She screamed, quickly moving to the corner of the bed. Makoto huged the
wall like it could protect her. It was a young woman, maybe two or three years
older then herself. She had red curly hair, and bright blue eyes.

Hello, my name is Cathrine. And you are?