It has been way too long. Sorry guys, life is hectic.

I do not own MR.

*Ciel POV*

Oh god I really hope we make it out of this alive. We were so close. SO CLOSE. I could literally taste the sunshine, unicorn tears, and stereotypical children's laughter that symbolized freedom. Fate loves crapping on my parade. So here I am, sprinting for my life, literally, out of Hell with Iggy. Oh god, Iggy. If I can't get him out of here they will kill him. No questions asked. If I can't do this for me then I sure as hell will do it for him. Even if that means being the decoy.

"Iggy, go! The exit is up on your right! Hurry! I'll meet you out there!" I shoved him down the hall towards his freedom. His steps faltered as he looked back at me.

"If I don't see you out that door in 2 minutes then I'm coming back for you." He ran off before I could even object. I almost considered just following him now and hoping for the best but I got tackled brutally to the cold, tile floor by some mutt from hell.

"You didn't think you were getting away that easy, did you?" Not only did Talon get cockier, but heavier too. I mean holy shit he was crushing my ribs. I promptly (and very ungracefully) squirmed my way from underneath his hulking mass and took a fighting stance. Me against 10 Reapers? I better start now before it becomes me against their entire fucking army.

"I knew you wanted to see my lovely face some more, Talon." I gave him a shit-eating grin as I went for a punch to the gut. My hand came in contact with a wall of muscle equivalent to pure steel. I'm pretty sure I heard and felt some of my bones breaking. Note to self: no punching in muscular regions. That leaves me his head, neck, shins, and spine. I could work with that. I went to smash his head into the wall but he pulled my legs out from underneath me and kicked the bejeezus out of my side on my way down. Ouch. That is going to bruise. The fighting between me and Talon went on like that for another 30 seconds or so until I got the upper hand. He had miscalculated a swipe to my head and left the back of his neck in perfect view. With one swift elbow to his brain stem he was out like the electricity in Northern Russia. (For those of you who didn't get that, Russians way up north don't have electricity. It's too cold.) So now it was me against 9 Reapers. So much easier. Ha-ha not. I decided that the most likely way for me to get out of here in one piece was that I needed to use their advantages against them. If I could create a dog pile in this narrow hallway it could buy me enough time to run out. Their size and weight would work against them, with all of them climbing over one another and whatnot. Now I just had to figure out how. What is the best, tried and true way of getting people knocked down? Acting like a toddler and running full speed, head first at their knees. Oh yeah, that's what I did. And to just spice things up I even screamed like a banshee, not necessary but an interesting spin on things.

After promptly creating my diversion (which worked much better than expected) I had like 20 extra seconds to haul my ass out of this building, which when you run as fast as us hybrids do on pure adrenaline, that's enough time to run to the sun and back. So I bolted and practically knocked Iggy out of the sky with my momentum.

"Oh there you are! I was beginning to think they killed you!" Iggy grabbed a hold of me and no matter how much I loved this moment we didn't have any time. In fact we had negative time.

"Ok well let's postpone this moment because they are about to kill us both." And what would you know, right as I said that the workings of a machine gun heating up sounded through that air. Oh yeah, they just had to add a machine gun to their arsenal. This is going to be SO much fun. Iggy heard the gun right as I did and we took off like we were Jews escaping Hitler. (I don't mean to offend anyone so if I did I apologize) I poured on the speed as I felt the bullets whizzing past various parts of my body. At least they don't have- The telltale roar and beep of a heat-seeking missile could be heard about 100 ft behind me. I spoke too soon. They even upgraded their missiles.

"Iggy! That missile is heat-seeking! The only way we are going to make it past that alive is if we book it and find a river or lake or something!" If we could just take away our body heat...

"I know of the perfect spot! There is a lake, 10 miles east of here. Right in that valley! We might be able to make it!"

"It's a long shot! But we have nothing to lose!" Except our lives. I left that little tidbit out as Iggy and I banked hard towards the direction of this lake. I pumped my wings like never before and tried to squeeze my body as stream-lined as possible. We had to make it to this lake or we would both be… well… dead.

I could just make out the sun glancing off the surface when the missile started biting at my heels. I had to get this thing away from Iggy. Maybe if I fly one direction away from Iggy it will follow me instead…

"Iggy! Shoot for the lake! I need to get rid of this thing!" I pulled up hard and rocketed through the clouds and just as I had expected, the missile followed me. This thing may be faster than me in a straight shot but I could out maneuver it. Hopefully. I grasped onto that last hope as I pulled into a hawk dive and aimed for the trees. I zipped through the tree line and started zigzagging my way through branches, around trunks, and ripping my face to shreds with pine needles attacking me at 100+ miles an hour.

I had gained about a 10 second gain on this thing and hoped it was long enough for me to dash to the lake. I shredded out of the forest towards it. The missile was close behind, its screaming echoing through the air between us. I could see Iggy's head bobbing up and down in the middle of the water and aimed for him. I tucked my wings in and dove towards the surface. I started to gain speed and closed my eyes just in time for my face to hit the water (which feels like concrete at this speed). My nose and mouth filled with water as I dove deeper and deeper. I started to hit the pockets of cold water when I slowed down and decided that it was time to go back to the surface. I couldn't hear the missile. The lake wasn't exploding. Nothing was on fire. I think it worked. I broke the surface and looked around for Iggy. I found him 20 yards to my left staring off towards the mountain ridge. I turned and looked and sure enough the mountain was on fire. I guess the missile just tore in a straight line when it lost my body heat to the lake. Little things I'm thankful for, random ass lakes in the middle of nowhere.