Hey everyone! I'm very sorry for the very long wait, first I was sick with the flu, then I got grounded. ): I hope you all haven't given up on me yet! Because I made you wait, this chapter, as short as it is, is very dramatic and important! You finally get to meet the person who said she would break Aya. At first her name was Ari, but I think that's too close to Aya so I change it. Again, I apologize for making you wait, and I hope you'll forgive me. I haven't given up on this story, so please continue to support me! Please Review!

Warning: This chapter is rated a high T for language and violence

Chapter 16:

"Hello?"

Aya opened the door to the Corps floor. No one was there except for Trishe. Aya frowned slightly; Trishe was always with Ian on missions during the day. Aya always thought it was strange that Mamacita partnered Ian with Trishe. Ian was as hot headed as her element, and Trishe was just as cool headed as hers. To be honest, though, Aya never fully trusted Trishe. Trishe was known to be true to her element, in battle and off guard. She was like a river in winter; peaceful and calm, but she could get cold and pull you under to drown if you weren't careful very quickly.

Trishe turned to Aya as she walked into the living room. "Hey," She said, "Mamacita sent me to watch after you." Aya narrowed her eyes. Lie. "Why?"

"You didn't hear? About the Pulsian girl, Arrianna?"

"What about her?"

"She started having siezures this morning, after you left. Mamacita got the call and sent Ian and I to check it out." Trishe faked a shiver; she couldn't get cold even if she tried. "Goddess, Aya, she was freaking out. She threw Ian and Sephiroth clean across the room. That girl...she kept saying scary things." Aya crossed her arms. "So, why are you here? Mamacita would've sent Ian, not you."

Trishe blinked; Aya was very blunt, even when she wasn't trying to be. Trishe knew that Aya wasn't trying to be mean.

Trishe rubbed the back of her head, "I've always been a terrible liar. I just wanted to make sure you'd be okay alone today, I mean, that girl is only three floors away." Aya narrowed her eyes once more, but relaxed and shrugged. "You can stay if you want." Trishe nodded and turned to the kitchen, "You want something to eat?" Aya followed her to the kitchen. Trishe picked up an apple from a basket on the small island in the middle of the room. Holding it out to Aya, Trishe said, "Here, you didn't eat much this morning." Aya gazed at the apple before hearing her stomach rumble. She reached out to take the apple...

...And collasped as the world went black.

"Aya?!" Trishe cried as the girl fell. Trishe's arm shot out just in time to keep Aya from hitting the floor. "Aya? Aya! Wake up!" No matter what Trishe said, however, Aya's eyes remained closed. Trishe sat on the floor of the kitchen, Aya's head resting in her lap. Both Trishe and Ian were known as the healing Corps members, although Lily was the official nurse. But Trishe, unlike Ian, didn't have any extra abilities or gifts. All she could do was elevate Aya's head.

If they're red, raise the head; if they're pale, raise the tail.

Trishe looked down at Aya, but the girl wasn't red or pale. Aya looked like she was just asleep. Trishe was reaching for her phone when the lights suddenly went out. She looked up, alarmed, her mako enhanced eyes scanning the darkness easily, and saw a figure a few feet away. The lights flickered back on, and Trishe reconized the figure as a girl with long, orange hair and innocent dark blue eyes, wearing a simple black t-shirt that was too big and slid off one shoulder and a pair of blue jean short shorts. She didn't look much older than seventeen, maybe younger, but there was a look in her eyes that told Trishe she was much, much older. "Wooow!" The girl said, her voice young and naive sounding, "It's gotten taller, huh? Been a while!" Trishe tensed. Who ever this girl was, she wasn't supposed to be on this floor. "Who are you?" Trishe asked, her hand fingering the pouch on her hip. She never summoned her weapon, instead using tarot cards. The girl stretched her arms over her head, the many silver bracelets on her wrists jingling. "My name is Zakorra." Zakorra looked at Trishe and smiled. "I came to play with the dolly!"

Trishe blinked, "Excuse me?"

"The dolly," Zakorra said, pointing to Aya, "I wanna play with it! I never get to play with nice dollies; only broken ones. But that dolly over there is just right, not broken or torn up." Zakorra's face lit up, a smile spreading across her face. "Hey, you can play too! We can take turns if you want, I have more dollies at home that we can play with! We can play dress up, or tea party!" Trishe's muscles relax slightly; it was obvious that this girl was confused. Trishe had to be careful with what she said, since there was no telling how unstable Zakorra was. "That sounds fun," Trishe said, choosing her words slowly, "But we can't play with this doll. She's really fragile; we don't want her to break." It felt strange talking about Aya as if she were a doll, but Trishe didn't want to make Zakorra mad. Zakorra pouted childishly, "But! I wanna play with that dolly! You just don't want anyone to play with it but you!" Trishe tensed again as Zakorra stomped her bare foot against the floor. "You have to let me play with it! Mommy said I could play with any dolly I wanted, and I wanna play with that one! Gimme it!" Zakorra took a step forward. As she did, a little doll walked out from behind her; the same doll that had followed Trishe and Ian on their mission two years ago. Trishe flinched now that she had a better view of the doll. It had long brown strings for hair, red botton eyes, and wore a grey dress.

Zakorra bent down and picked up the doll. Squeezing the dolls neck, she said, "I think I'll play with you for a while!" Trishe gasped as her airways closed, as if someone was stepping on her throat. Her hands immediately went to her neck, but she felt nothing wrapped around it. W-what the hell is this?! Trishe thought as she struggled for air. Zakorra let go of the doll, sending it to the floor. Trishe gasped in air, feeling her body move on it's own, wincing when her side hit the cold tile. She tried to get up, but Zakorra suddenly kicked the doll across the kitchen. With a yelp, Trishe went flying in the same direction. Crying out when her head hit the wall, Trishe landed on the floor with a loud thud. Groaning, Trishe lifted her head slowly, feeling the blood drip down her forehead and cheek. Trishe tried to get up, but found her movements limited to just laying there. Looking up at Zakorra, she spat, "You little bitch!" Zakorra frowned. "Mommy says to say 'fudge' instead of words like that. You need to do that!" As Zakorra bent down to pick up the doll, Trishe yelled, "You fudgin' throw me again, I'll fudgin' cut your throat!" Zakorra threw her head back and laughed, a childish laugh that didn't sound human. She looked down at Trishe, and Trishe's heart nearly stopped. There was a strange light in Zakorra's eyes, a weird, joyful glint that didn't look sane at all. Even if Trishe could get up, she was backed into a corner. "I want to play with the blonde dolly, but you'll do for now," She smiled crookedly, sharp cannine teeth showing. Zakorra took a step towards Trishe, "I'll take you apart peice by little peice-"

Something grey and yellow slammed into Zakorra, sending her flying into a big plate rack that was sitting next to the sink.

Aya stood, breathing heavily, her cannon gun gripped firmly in her hand.

She had just woken from a weird vision; it was like she was looking at static from a T.V, all she could hear was white noise. Then, when she woke up, she found Trishe laying on the floor of the kitchen a few feet away with blood falling down her face and a girl with orange hair standing over her.

Aya ran over to Trishe, helping her sit up. The doll was laying on the floor a foot away. "A-Aya?" Trishe asked, "What happen to you earlier?" Aya shook her head; she honestly didn't know. "Who was that?" Aya asked, looking over at the pile of broken plates and bent metal. "Her name is Zakorra," Trishe anwsered, "Be careful, she's-"

Something rose from the pile of rubble, sending plate bits and metal everywhere. Zakorra stumbled as she stood, her arms wrapped around her stomach. She looked up at Aya, the gleam in her eyes wild. A crazed smile formed on her face, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. She moved her arms, showing a long peice of metal that had impaled her. Aya tensed, her canon gun raised slightly. This girl wasn't normal. Zakorra giggled as she pulled the metal out of her stomach, not even wincing. "Now I can play with both of you." She said.

Zakorra swung her arm in a wide arc. Aya shouted as a force pushed her, yelping in pain when she landed on her back. Pain rushed through her, and for a second her vision tunneled and her body went numb. She didn't know the girl was so strong. Aya attempted to get up, but every movement sent pain everywhere. Zakorra's voice blocked out Trishe's threats.

"This was fun!" Zakorra said, walking towards Aya, "I want to play later, so I'll take something from you so I can really play next time."

Trishe's angry, strained voice was heard from somewhere, but Aya couldn't turn her head because of the pain.

"Get the fuck away from her, you insane bitch!"

Aya felt Zakorra straddle her hips. Something gleamed in one of her hands, and Aya reconized it as one of the meat sissors Izzy had. Zakorra grabbed Aya's collar and pulled, lifting her head slightly. Raising the sissors above her head, Zakorra smiled crookedly before swiftly bring them down.

Aya screamed.

Ryan and Meia knocked on the door of the Corp's floor, surprised when the door swung open easily. Confused, he walked into the living room. They had come to see if Aya wanted to go out to lunch with them. "Sister Aya?" Meia called out. Ryan cupped his hands around his mouth, "Aya! Where are you?"

"Meia? Ryan?"

"Sister Trishe?"

"P-please help!"

Meia turned to Ryan in alarm before bringing out her hand gun. Ryan tensed as he drew his sword. "Trishe, where are you?" He asked.

"Hurry! Oh, Goddess hurry!"

Ryan turned to Meia, "I'll check the bedrooms.

Meia ran down the hallway, and stopped once she reached the closed kitchen door. A terrible sent came from inside, and Meia imidiately reconized it as blood. Lots of 's breakfast threatened to come back up, but she swallowed and pushed it down. Every alarm, instinct, and nerve in her body told her to run, to get away, but training as a Turk had taught her to ignore those feelings. Meia took a breath before bringing her leg up and kicking the door in.

The first thing they saw was blood. The second was Trishe huddled in a corner. The third was Aya's still figure laying on the floor in a large pool of red, blood covering her throat and chest.

Meia's legs gave out under her, and she dropped to her hands and knees and threw up.