Hahaha forgive the errors (if there are any) in this chapter but this is the product of my strange sleeping habit (I write when I can't sleep) . Note to self: Find time to sleep peacefully during the night and not in school. Also never fall asleep in theater practice ever again.

Nathalia's POV

"Who do you really work for you insolent little brat?!" He yelled as he electrocuted the metal chair I was sitting on. For the past 4 hours I had to endure the torture that he keeps conjuring up in his mind. I'll be fine. I won't talk. I'll be able to be escape the life I have. I'm going to start fresh, no more killing, no more murders, no more missions. I'll fix myself, regain most of my memories, find the people I love or at least used to love, live my life with them. All I want is a clean slate. No more. They won't break me. They never will.

"Still not talking huh? Let's see… what's next on the list? Ah-ha Perfect! Come here!" The man dragged my body across the floor. I felt like a rag. No life, no real purpose, no nothing.

"How about this?!" He kept laughing as a woman with salt and pepper hair placed me on another chair. It looks like something dentists use, only with an addition of straps and tons of scary medical tools. I want to scream and run but I guess I'm too tired to actually even keep my eyes open.

"Listen dear, we are giving you a chance now. Talk about your precious Wolf Pack and we'll let you off with only a few fingers missing but if you don't want to cooperate, we have no choice but to forcefully gather the information from your heart and mind, leaving you to, well, technically be a vegetable. So what do you say? Talk or be nothing more than a waste of space?"

All I did was stare at her. I tried to remember how I got here. Not really the literal kind but how it got this bad. I see… it was that cold winter day…

"You go here often? I don't think kids are allowed in here." He laughed. His soft voice filled with boyish charm. He's my age but he's saying that like he's a grown up.

"I'm just here to play the piano. It's my job what do you expect?" I tried not to look into his emerald eyes as he played with the glass he's holding.

"I was just curious. Also if you plan to ask me why I am her, it's simply to meet an old friend. My name is Alistair Dale. What's yours?" He grinned as he ran his hand through his blonde hair.

"None of your business." What kind of idiot would arrange a meeting in a pub and one of them, I think, is only ten or eleven years old?

"Well none of your business, I was wondering if you have a condition or something because I can see your eye color isn't natural. Glitter eyes only exist in some exotic animal and I doubt some beast could look like a human girl." That is it. This guy is pissing me off. I'm leaving.

I sat in front of the piano and started to play a song to calm my nerves and after a while I was pretty relaxed already.

"Wow, you're good no wonder they hired a little girl." Permission to punch annoying brat: permission granted. I was about to throw a punch when I noticed he seemed to be going away. Then, as if the world slowed down for me to see the turmoil caused by him, everything was clear to me. He quickly stabbed a man and threw his companion on table and shot him. Some other guy tried to get him but he simply hit him with a bottle. It was probably extremely hard because the bottle broke into a million pieces upon impact. The people were panicking and some were in a fight. He ran over to me and took my hand. We ran down some alleys until we stopped at an old building in the outskirts of the town. After a minute he led me inside.

"Welcome to the Wolf Pack. Sorry I got you dragged in this but I know a failed spirit when I see one and also, I killed some people and I was seen with you so you have no choice even if you say you don't know me, besides the master already had plans to recruit you anyway. You can call me Gambit from here on out, I will be your partner."

And just like that I was dragged to the world of trouble. F*ck.

"She isn't responding to the given formula. It's like she's dead. She isn't breathing anymore get some people in here!" I can hear them scream but even if I feel I'm not dead I couldn't move an inch. It's probably for the best.

Zazie's POV

I stared at the ceiling of my old room, reminiscing about the old days and all the time I spent here. Technically I shared this room with a couple of kids but since I don't really socialize much I guess I was alone in a way.

"Excuse me but you're Zazie right? Sister Alexandria said these belong to you." A small blonde girl said as she set down a small box that was covered in years' worth of dust.

For a while I didn't want to look into it but after debating about it in my head I decided that it wouldn't hurt to simply look. I took off the cloth that covers the top and began to look. Clothes, clothes, clothes and more clothes, at least that's what I thought before I reached the bottom. I saw some small objects like some toys when one thing caught my attention. It was a torn up paper bird. It's not like those folded kinds but one made of paper pieced together. The details were beautiful even though it's already turning yellow and the edges are almost torn apart. Since when did I start lov- ….oh. Oh sh*t! Oh sh*t! Oh sh*t! I'm such an idiot. How could I not remember? How could I forget all those? What have I done? I know where to find her. Wait for me Nathalia I am on my way. Forgive me I'll make it up to you, I promise. Wait for me.