"Please, I need help," I gasped out as I bolted through the doors of the police station. The glass doors slammed against the walls and closed right behind me as I ran up to the counter. "Help," I mumbled again before breaking out into loud sobs. One hour later found me rising a shaking cup of hot chocolate to my mouth nodding slowly as an officer read over what I had said.

"Is this accurate?" The officer asked of my retelling of the events that had occurred over the course of the last few days.

"I-I don't know everything," I said, my voice slightly cracking. "I wasn't there for all of it, but, please, Periwinkle," my eyes started to fill with tears yet again.

"Shush, miss. Your boyfriend will be alright." I blushed slightly at the idea of Periwinkle being my boyfriend. I had always harbored a slight crush on him, and after what happened earlier, it seemed he felt the same. I smiled at the idea of him and I finding love despite everything that had happened. I was so lost in my thoughts of marriage and perhaps children I didn't realize the officer was still talking.

"Ahem, Miss?" He asked, and I jolted up a little.

"I'm.. I'm so sorry, just.. Everything that's happened today."

"I understand," the officer said with a nod. "We will perform a raid of the premise shortly. I only hope we won't be too late," Magenta couldn't hold back a slight sob at the idea of that. The officer gave her an apologetic look. "Make yourself at home, Miss. A counselor will be in here shortly, should you want to talk."

"There will be no need," Magenta whispered, her mind swarmed with the notion that it might be too late. "I don't want to talk about it."

Step by step, similar to the way she lived her life, Magenta made her way down the stark-white hallway. Her swollen paws ached with every step. 313, she kept repeating to herself. Room 313, she was almost there. Bile slowly rose up her throat, and she quickly swallowed it back down. It was early in the day still, bird song barely audible through an open window some ways away.

Room 309, 311, 313, she was finally there. She stared at the ominous block of polished wood separating her from the one she wanted to see more than anyone else. She tried to breath, but it was an obvious wasted effort. She pushed open the door with her last reserves of strength. Strength that had been ebbing away since that fateful day.

"Hello," a voice cracked in the dark room that wasn't hers. She said nothing, but simply walked forward. She shut the door behind her and there was a slight click as it locked. "Who is my mystery visitor?" The voice asked yet again. Magenta could said it was familiar, but that would be a lie.

She said nothing at all as she clicked on the lights, and the voice hissed.

"You are not a doctor," the voice snarled. "Do you know I am not allowed to see? It's part of my.. punishment." The voice was silent for a moment and Magenta took a few more steps towards the lone bed in the middle of the white, windowless room. "Do you think it's fitting? A fitting punishment?" Magenta simply coughed slightly, an aching pain in her belly. She stood there, staring down at the bed for some time.

Red, the bed's occupant simply looked back up at her, a cocky smile on her face. Her arms and legs were bound to the posts of the bed, for the doctor's own protection.

Magenta experienced a sharp pain under her left ribs, and groaned. Her babies were kicking again, growing more and more restless the closer to her due date.

"Why," is all Magenta said, her voice coming out rough and dry from unuse. The last time she had used it was the time she got Red locked up in here, telling the police of Red's crimes against humanity.

"I've been waiting for you," Red said. "You can't hide forever."

"Yes," Magenta agreed. She had some unfinished business.

"They're keeping me locked up in here. Zero human contact, just a little camera to watch me breath. Sometimes I wonder if there's really someone on the other side, always watching. I doubt it. Nobody did seem to care very much about what I did, now did they? Insanity, ha. We both know what a load of sh-" Red was never able to finish that sentence.

The loud crack of a gun being fired filled the air, and red's brains were splashed across the neat, white bed sheets, the sparkling walls, the shiny floor. Magenta crinkled her nose at the sight and threw the gun into the corner of the room. It was over now, it was all over.

She turned and unlocked the door, shutting off the lights as she left. She made her way down the hallway, one hand over her swollen belly. Her babies kicked in what she imagined to be a celebratory dance. She could finally be alive again. Of course, it would only be a half life. Her other half died on that faithful night. Periwinkle, the only man she could ever love.

A baby gave a particularly hard kick and she sighed. She had to keep moving on, for her babies. For Periwinkle's memory. For the loud bang that echoed the hallway, making Magenta drop to her knees.

The end.