Another chapter for yall. Yeah, I know. 3 paragraphs isn't a lot.

I still don't own Fairy Tail.

Chapter 3

Simon and Erza wasted no time and reached the top floor quickly. After stealthily knocking out the two guards positioned at the top of the staircase, the scarlet-haired female motioned to her companion to follow. The Lieutenant proceeded towards the prisoner room which was barricaded by another three guards.

"I'll take the two on the right," the female whispered. Simon nodded in response and snuck up behind his man, hitting them on the head from behind, effectively knocking the man out. When he turned around, Erza stood before two unconscious figures, a key ring in her hand. She carefully opened the door using the biggest key. The door led to a room full of cells, most of which were inhabited by dead bodies. In the third cell was Jellal. He was pale and malnourished, his fragile figure like a delicate flower, easy to knock off its stem. It could easily be seen that he was not in good condition. His face and hands were covered in grime, and his blue hair looked more like a dusty grey. The bags on his eyes were barely visible due to the thick layer of soot on his skin. For Erza, seeing him like this reminded her that it was all her fault. She had chosen to leave them all here. It was her that had decided to give in to the demands of U.M. That her freedom was worth their suffering. Gazing upon her best friend, the one who would do anything for her, reminded her that she didn't deserve her friends. She had abandoned them when they needed her the most. Left them to wither away and rot in a place they despised. Erza quickly pulled Jellal into a tight embrace, burying her tear-stained face into this fragile shoulder before turning around, a look of deep sorrow and shame in her eyes. She then helped Jellal to shift his weight over to Simon before instructing the pair to leave.

"We need to get out of here. You two head to the back exit. I will meet up with you once I've made sure no one saw us. I also have a little something I need to do before I leave for good," Erza told her comrades. She was back here, so she may as well retrieve her old belongings which she had left behind all those years ago. If she happened to run into the mysterious owner of this desolate excuse for a homeless shelter, she would give them a piece of her mind.