Touko's P.O.V.

We walk into the castle, and I feel like cheering. We take another step, and then one more, and suddenly an iron gate slams down behind us.

"Fuck!" I scream. "Everybody run!"

We toss the dying man down by the gate, but Shauntal sees him first. She freezes up, and goes into break-down mode. Unfortunately for her, break-down mode consists of her curling up in a little ball on the floor, and digging her hands into the carpet so none of us can pick her up.

"Shauntal!" Skyla cries, "There are grunts coming. You have to run."

Shauntal either doesn't hear Skyla, or just chooses to ignore her muttering,

"Blood...blood...blood." into the floor.

I see the silver of their uniforms first, and I grab Skyla's arm jerking her away from Shauntal. She goes back towards Shauntal, but I pull her back, and yell into her face,

"It's her, or both of you. I love you both, and 'leave no man behind,' but if she doesn't run, I'm not losing you too."

Skyla seems to get this, and whispers

"I'm so sorry." to Shauntal before bolting away in different directions like the rest of us.

Shauntal's P.O.V.

Well, after my fellow rebels left me off there in the carpet, and said grunts were coming, all I am still thinking is,

"HOLY FUCKING ARCEUS! GET THIS BLOOD AWAY FROM ME!"

I hear footsteps on the carpet my fingers have bored though, and I hear the squishing of feet cease next to me. I feel on of the grunts kick me in the side knocking the wind out of me before telling me in a monotone,

"You're under arrest sweet-heart. Put your hands behind your back."

I would fight or run, but I'm too paralyzed by my fear of blood to even more. I stay in the fetal position, gripping the carpet until they wrap their hands around me, trying to pull me up to no avail. My fingers have dug ten little holes in the carpet- thank Arceus for wall-to-wall carpeting- and they can't pry me loose. Confident I won't be going anywhere, the two grunts leave to go find back up. In one minute they return, and just my luck! They return with their pervy Plasma King, N. He leans down next to me, and asks me seriously,

"Are you okay ma'am?"

I would like to shout 'No, what the fuck do you think, genius? I'm curled in the fetal position in your carpet. Of course I'm not okay, but all I can do is mumble the word 'blood' into the carpet.

"Ma'am," he recites, probably having stolen his speech straight from a medical book, "Can I help you? Are you having an allergic reaction? Do you need an epipen?" I hear him gasp before he turns to his lackeys and continues speaking. "She needs an epipen. Get an epipen now!"

Why does everyone think I need an epipen? Is it really that bad? Okay, fine. Maybe it is. N looks me over once more before turning to a grunt and saying,

"No, find your friend. The girl is just having a panic attack. An epipen won't help with that."

Just a panic attack?! I have a fucking phobia of blood! Why is no one seeing the dead body? N whispers to me softly while trying to unhook me from the carpet, but it doesn't work.

"Grunt," N begins, "I don't care about Sage Ghestis' opinion, get me a knife. Quickly."

Oh fuck. I am so dead. He is going to stab me, and there will be blood everywhere, and gah! I still can't make myself move though. I hear the grunt with the knife return, and I brace myself for the worst, but I hear N cutting into the carpet. He must cut around my body, because he lifts me into his strong well muscled arms carpet and all. He carries me to a room, and lays me down on a bed. He flips me sideways so that the carpet underneath me is sticking out towards him. He begins to speak to me in soft tones.

"Shh. Shh. It's going to be all right. There's no blood. But you have to let go of the carpet. Your nails are digging into your palms so hard that there might be blood soon."

I moan, but don't let go. N rubs my fingers until I open them, and he pulls my fingers out of the carpet. He takes both of my hands, and holds them, leading me into the basement where the dungeons are. Before he pushes me into a cell, he tells me,

"Ms. Shauntal, you are under arrest."

I am just thinking about how this sucks, and how I hope we get free soon, when I hear a voice cry out,

"Shauntal. My Arceus! You're alive!"

I wheel around and see a battered much worse-for-the-ware Elesa in my cell.

"Elesa!" I say, and notice trays in the cell.

I must have missed lunch.

"Elesa, don't you worry. Touko and everyone are going to break us out of here. We'll be okay soon. There's a rebellion going on, and they're here in the castle, and we'll be free soon." I tell her in a rush.

"For real?" I hear a small timid voice say.

"Caitlin!" I cry, and we reach through the bars separating our adjacent cells. "Yes. It's true!"

"OH MY ARCEUS! I'VE PRAYED EVERY DAY FOR THIS." Elesa screams.

"I can't take another day of this system." Elesa says before breaking down in tears.

"What system?" I ask.

"We're all prostitutes in this Arceus forsaken place." Caitlin whispers to me. "Team Plasma forces us to have sex with them."

My eyes widen in horror at this statement.

"Well, this will all be over soon." I promise them. "We will end this nightmare."

Bianca's P.O.V.

I grab Iris, and pull her down a different hallway. Touko's orders had been clear. 'We split up in different directions to cover as much ground as possible, but I am not letting Iris out of my sight. I pull Iris into a room, and lock the door behind us. What luck! Not only is the room empty, but me being a techie, i've found the media room. I flip on the large machine, and tell Iris to guard the door. She nods and takes up her position, while I flip switches and turn dials. Soon I am broadcasting live to Unova.

"Citizens of Unova, this is Bianca Green bringing you live coverage of the rebellion."