I heard footsteps approaching and I grabbed Cole by the wrist.

"This way," I hiss.

The footsteps come closer and closer until they stop. Right in front of us.

I freeze, but not before they notice us pressed against the stone walls.

"Hey! You're coming with us."

I sat chained to a cell wall by my arms, my legs bound by chains on the floor. Not much light was streaming in through the tiny window, and no light was coming through the door.

I hear voices.

"Yeah, yeah, we're trapped again," Cole's voice echoes off the walls.

"Well, this could be a bit problematic, Cole."

This voice is one I do not recognize, flat but not monotone, sounding a bit... robotic.

"I know that, Zane. But we have to get out of here."

"I don't know how I can possibly help you there. I'm sorry."

"There are plans, Zane, plans to bust us all out of here. Can't you please at least try to help?"

"I could if my powers weren't taken."

They both sigh.

"Clara... I'm sorry."

I turn in the direction the voice is coming from. Cole is behind the wall next to my back.

"There's always a little flaw in every plan," I reply, "sometimes, it can be improved. Other times, it leads to the downfall of the plan. But if this is the end of any of my plans, I'm glad it's this plan and not some stupid, crappy plan."

Of course I wanted out of here. I still want to achieve my goals, still want to free everyone here who was wrongly imprisoned because of me.

But my words held truth.

I'm glad that it's this plan that ended like this, this plan that people will remember because of how recent it is compared to the plan that used to be working.

Life isn't fair.

But is it ever?

I awake the next morning to the voices of the guards, ushering me out the door and into The Factory.

I step out of the dark, dank cell and shuffle into line behind the others. Cole turns around to face me and looks relieved that I'm okay.

But I wasn't okay.

I needed to escape. To free the others that were wrongly taken. Redeem myself, reverse my wrongs from earlier...

But how?

Chopping noodles is no fun, let me tell you.

But Cole made it at least tolerable.

"We have to run," I whisper once I know we're out of earshot, "we have to make a run for it and try to escape. When the Kabuki come to pick up the food, the guards are often too distracted. We should utilize that time to escape."

"How would you know all of this?"

I sigh, regaling my tale in a hushed voice.

I didn't have time for this.

The Kabuki enter and I grab Cole's wrist. I know the way into the tunnels from here.

We quickly get Zane from his cell and we're off running again.

We are forced to bunker down for the day inside the stone tunnels. No guards will be down here, seeing as the tournament is still going on, and we all need rest.

Zane offers to watch guard for us, and soon, Cole and I are asleep.