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The chains were broken and she was lifted from the table, her dainty feet stepping gingerly over the bleeding corpse of her captor. She shuddered, mostly out of the exposure and the eyes staring at her, and she smiles weakly as a blond man looks about, searching for something to lay over her. He couldn't see anything that would be of particular use… shame. Her cheeks were reddened and she refused to make eye contact with anyone.

Mnem gasped in pain as he shifted, his hand dropping from the table, the green glow fading away. She turned to face him and her stomach tied up in knots. She slowly moved closer, her face becoming an even deeper shade of red as steel eyes met her own.

The raven haired man's eyes were so devoid of life it almost disturbed her. What had happened to him…?

The blond moved by her and leaned down. She stared at them, glanced at the shadows as they stared at her. Why was she naked? She silently wondered how that wasn't her first question, but it had to have something to do with these three. Or perhaps it was all four of them? Had all of them captured her and there been some sort of fight, two wanting to keep her tied and the other two wishing to release her?

The way the gray-eyed man stared at her suggested otherwise. He seemed so… happy that she was alive. Why? She didn't know him.

Then again, as she struggled to recall memories of these men, she failed to recall her own name.

What had happened to her? The black haired man stood slowly, hissing and pulling the blade from his wound. The blond caught him before he hit the ground, his eyes wide.

"Mnem." The blond murmured, and she tilted her head, attempting to catch their whispers.

"Get her out of here."

"Mnem, you are coming with us whether you like it or not."

"I'm fucked if I stay; I'm fucked if I leave. There's no point in dragging me behind you."

"But Ari-"

"She is the exact reason I'm telling you to leave. Just… listen to me, Vreagon? Take Mor and Ari and go."

She tilted her head further, frowning. Who was she? Was she Mor, or was she Ari? Ari sounded more like a woman's name… so that was her. Right? The brunette was Mor. Feeling that she was right, she also deduced that the blonde's name was… Vreagon? Odd.

"…Come on, Ari." Vreagon whispered, and both he and Mor took one arm each.

Somehow, leaving that man alone hurt. She pulled backward from the two, returning to the man in black. He looked up at her with paling skin, his eyes dulled even further. The blood had dried on the corner of his mouth but it still flowed heavily from the wound he held tightly. He grimaced with every breath and she felt tears pool in her eyes. "Mnem."

The name felt so… familiar. Why? Who was he? As she watched his eyes light up slightly at her voice, she leaned down, touching his cheek. He felt oh-so-cold, and she reeled her hand back, pulling it against the flesh of her chest violently. He blushed at her lack of covering and she, too, felt the shame. She touched him again and this time remained – confusion in her eyes all the while. As he closed his eyes and sighed softly she felt a strange sense of calm and satisfaction making its way through her in waves. Mor left only to return with clothes, "Found them," was all he said. As she slipped on the black shorts and shirt she continued thinking, though she made no progress.

She had been slipping on her shoes when Vreagon pulled on her arm in response to a creature far ahead of them stirring. "We have to go!" Mor shouted, and Ari found herself being pulled away.

"Wait…-"

The man faded from view and she felt an unrecognized sense of loss. She found herself in a mass of black, no-one around her. She closed her eyes, feeling something rising out of her pocket.

What was this? A…a necklace? She was struck by its beauty and she watched it as it rose from her pocket and stopped before her, twisting in the blackened space around her.

Ari's hand slowly rose, her fingers trembling as she grasped the chain.

The darkness was gone and instead she sat in a hot room, the two men pulling her to her feet as shrieks filled the hallways.

"Run!" Mor screamed, taking as many shots as he could, only hitting his target once or twice as Vreagon pushed Ari along, forcing her to move.

…Who did we leave behind…?