Four months after N left the monastery she fell into a dark place. Before N became a kairu warrior and started living at the monastery things weren't great. While she had a loving family and a roof to live under things weren't the best. Most people made fun of her because she was different. Kids called her a freak, outcast, looser, and anything but normal. Growing up she had very few friends. Even her parents believed she was never going to be good enough. Little did they know that the names, the thinks they said, everything sent her into a bad state of mind. Instead of talking- she had no one to trust- so she found relief in a razor. In truth it was her only friend. The blade did not judge nor did it hate. Its silver light only cut away the pain.

Once she left the monastery that pain came back; worse than before. For a while she drifted from place to place never getting close to anyone she found herself in a large city. It was New York. Tray- an old friend who N once knew- lived here. Showing up out of nowhere she asked if she could stay there for a while. Tray knew N had a rough childhood he didn't know how bad it was, but nevertheless he let her stay. Insisting that N stay until she got better he would not let her leave. Knowing that one thing could trigger her he thought it best for her to stay, hoping he could help her. Little did he know what would happen if something were to trigger her…

Drugs were the first thing N tried but Tray told her to stop. Not wanting to argue so she stopped. He even put her on a drinking limit. N wasn't allowed to drink without Tray being home or until nightfall. It was at night when the pain would surface.

A bottle of whisky dangled from N's hand. It wasn't so much of an addiction but more of what she would use to get from day to day, to be numb. The alley way was the quickest short cut to Tray's house. Using it was against her better judgment but it was late and she wanted to pass out and not think. So caught up in her thoughts she didn't notice the two figures fallowing her.

"So Boaddai's warriors, Ky and Boomer are becoming more skilled," Lokar thought out loud. Looking out of the large window he sighs, "Connor's son could be useful…"

After his old lair was discovered he had to construct a new one. It was on Earth in Antarctica, he enjoyed the icy landscape. The Ice froze over the lower stone walls gave it an eerie look. Something he thought fit his personality.

"And of course Maya's skills are developing quickly. Soon she will become a fearsome opponent. Once she joins me I will help her to greatness," suddenly overcome by a vision Lokar stops fantasizing about his granddaughter at his side and focuses on the vision.

Alone with two strange men fallowing her, completely oblivious of what was going to happen. One comes up from behind and grabs her. Dropping the bottle it shatters and the contents splattered on to the ground. Before she could scream he covers her mouth while whispering something in her ear. He was able to see her eyes but the face remained blurry.

I know those eyes… where have I seen them before?

The vision stopped abruptly leaving Lokar in a somewhat confused state, "Who was that?" Pondering for a moment he remembers, "Well this is an interesting turn of events." With that he disappeared in a fussy purple light.

"Let me-" someone covered her mouth. "Stop struggling, Freak." Trying to move her arms the same man grabs and restrains them.

It kept building up inside, the monster trying to break loose. Using her effort to keep it contained she was unable to fight of the men.

"You aren't going nowhere!" the other man said, "You are going to be tonight's entertainment."

She didn't like the way he said 'entertainment' made her sick. Knowing what they were planning to do made the beast stronger. Every second that would pass the voice inside her head planned to kill them all. Before her dark side could come out and give the men a piece of her mind something stopped her. She sensed his presence.

Something powerful knocked the man in front of her to the ground.

"What's going on?" the second man pushes N to the ground. Pulling out his pistol he fearfully points it at the dark figure, "You stay where you are. Don't you come any closer!"

Stepping out from the cover of the shadows a man with purple skin wearing a long red cloak emerges. The thing that stood out the most was his orange eyes.

"Didn't anyone tell you, you're a little late for Halloween?!" the man mocked. Without speaking Lokar effortlessly throws him to the other end of the alley way with his inner kairu. He hits the wall and topples over onto the ground.

When N was pushed to the ground she landed on some of the shards of glass. Fortunately she did not get cut. Standing up she looks at Lokar; who had begun walking closer to her. "It's been a long time since we've spoken, Kenway."

Taking a small step backwards she crushes some broken glass.

"I just saved your life, a 'thank you' would be nice," he said disappointedly.

"Thank you… Lokar…" She answered him but avoided his eyes. Fear was one of the things he sensed from her, the fear was not from him. But he intended to find out what. "Why did you save me? I don't need your help…"

Advancing still Lokar chuckles, "If I didn't step in to save you, that dark power inside of you would have taken over and would have wrecked the whole town."

"Stay away from me," N hissed planning to make a run for it.

Before she could make a break for it Lokar grabbed her left arm. Using his bruising grip N winced slightly. "Runaway when someone is talking to you isn't polite," Lokar felt her struggling, "I was hoping we could have a…" his voice trails off. Something wet and sticky oozed onto his hand. Releasing his grip he stares down at his hand. Crimson red coated his hand. Grabbing her arm once more he rolls up her sleeve. N made protests but Lokar ignored her. Surprised to see her arm wrapped in blood soaked bandages he carefully removes them. Fresh cuts covered a small portion of her forearm. Examining them he found they weren't from an accident but appeared to be self inflicted by a razor. Still looking at the wounds he sighs, "Why do you do that to yourself?"

His question hit N like a bag of bricks. It hurt that Lokar seemed to be the first to notice and was defiantly the first to ask. He noticed that she wasn't okay, and that she hasn't been okay for a long time. A man who couldn't care less about her asks. She says nothing.

"Come on, let's get those cuts taken care of," he says somewhat softly.

"I can't leave-"

"Your friend won't mind if you're not back right away," In a flash Lokar took N to his new lair. Bringing her to his personal infirmary for any damage he received in battle he carefully grabbed her arm. Holding it over the sink he begins to cleaning her wounds. He says nothing as he felt her flinch when he disinfected her wounds. Dark red spilled out from some of the newest ones as well as the ones he accidentally reopened. Once he was done disinfecting her cuts Lokar grabs a towel and wipes away a good portion of the blood with care. Grabbing gauze he tightly bandages her arm. Even though he bandaged it tightly he was somewhat gentle. Lokar gave N a clean shirt, short sleeved, "Here, change into this. Put your old one in the basket." Giving her privacy he told her to come out when she was done then he left closing the door.

Once she was changed she walked out. The shirt Lokar gave her was a bit big but fit nice. "Come on, I think it's time we talked," he brought he outside. There was a stone pathway it wasn't at all icy. Sitting down on a stone bench Lokar gestured for N to sit down as well. Unease came over N, being near Lokar didn't feel right.

"Sit down, it's just a talk," Lokar's voice was soft but more demanding.

She obeyed out of the fact she didn't want to argue or deal with his persistent nature. But she left a good amount of space between her and him.

"See? That wasn't so bad. Now, why do you do that to yourself?"

Unable to hide it any more N had to drop the act. It all came out. She told him everything that was wrong. N told him about her childhood, her parents and even what Atoch did. Everything N kept inside she told him. The smile she hid behind shattered, nothing was okay. And it hasn't been for a long time. Silent tears fell from her eyes.

Lokar only had a few experiences with woman crying, all were with Ellotoys. But N was an entirely different matter. Placing a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her seemed to do the trick. N found it easier to talk.

Somewhere along the way N ended up in Lokar's arms. As he held her she cried. It felt good to cry. Most of the times she cried herself to sleep but yet here she was talking about it with Lokar. The man you held her captive and tortured her for two years. Between her sobs she could hear his heart beating. It was soft and very soothing, like a lullaby. And to top it all off, she felt safe for the first time in a long time in Lokar's arms…

After a while she had fallen asleep in his arms. Lokar smirked and thought to himself, "It seems she trusts me more than the Redakai… This could be useful." He carried her back to the infirmary and set her down gently on a cot.