A/N:Here's my next project. I will be able to update this one a little more frequently than my lasts. I'm going to finish Robbingjay before the end of this month. I just have a few other school related things to finish this week. thanks and Enjoy!

The girl ran through a maze of hallways and furniture. The lighting in some spaces was nonexistence and still she could see. It was as if her eyes were more adapted for the dark than anything else in this world. Her movements were sleek and precise. Not a single member of her body moved without her permission and they were angled for optimum speed. There was no sign of fear anywhere, only adrenaline and determination.

A few patters echoed through the walls. The body turned left quickly and jumped onto some nearby rafters. Her arms walked her across the ceiling in seconds flat. She didn't even feel the impact her body made on the ground as she rolled towards the stairs. The logical portion of her brain informed her that running down the stairs would lead to escape, but something compelled her to go up. She made it three floors before the Seekers were on her tail again. It was as if they knew how her mind worked.

She took another quick left, followed quickly by a snappy right. Calculations were running through her mind of the many possible things she could do to get out the quickest way. But she had a job to do and she was going to make certain it was done properly. She turned another corner and saw a few slivers of light.

"Please, stop!"

The woman slid on her knees to escape the Seeker's outstretched arm. She bent backwards and kicked him in the head, narrowly avoiding the peace spray. She latched onto his hand and with her momentum threw him onto the ground and into unconsciousness. She twirled around with the peace spray held firmly in her grasp, dodged another arm and sprayed with all her might. The second Seeker fell to the ground, out cold.

She turned left again, flying through the air to get to the stairs. She only had a few more paces to go and she would have successfully beaten them. Soon, she would be home free.

"Please! We wish you no harm."

Fear halted the body's hastened steps. The impulse to turn came upon her immediately. She didn't even fight it. She obeyed and turned with fear finally quaking under her skin. Blonde wisps disappeared from her vision as her hair flittered away. Her eyes narrowed.

The speaker was a woman in many senses beautiful according to the memory. She had long dark tresses that curled past her shoulders. She was wearing the typical all white that the Seekers wore. Yet her shoes were ruby red high heels that worked well with her olive complexion. The voice spoke out again with an odd accent.

British, the host's memories supplied.

"We only want to end your suffering," the Seeker said, her arms reaching for the medicine needed to knock the body out.

An unusual feeling swirled inside the body at that moment. It was highly uncomfortable and stronger than anything the soul ever felt before. Anger bubbled everywhere, hot and heavy in her veins. The body didn't even stop to digest the feeling. She lunged forward without a pause, as if she had never stopped at all. Her hands were clawing around the Seeker's throat in moments flat and the anger only increased at the fright in those falsely blue eyes.

The girl kept pushing the woman, fighting with all of her might. The peace serum seemed to have no effect on her furious rampage. Together they were both bursting through hallways, no signs of stopping soon. Then the Seeker hit a wall and a gasp escaped her lungs. The body didn't seem to care. She pulled the Seeker forward and roughly slammed her back into the obstruction.

A cracking sound blared through the halls. The sounds of more pattering feet could be heard but the body seemed to be ignoring it. She slammed the Seeker against the obstruction again, grinning happily at the slight trickle of blood that splattered from her mouth. She pulled back again and put her whole body into the next slam. Only the cracking sound turned into something else, something more.

Light encircled them both and a weird jolting sensation enveloped the senses. Both eyes grew wide as they began to descend upon the world. The darkness fell away and light enveloped them whole. There was a glimpse of the ground below but instinct seemed to have taken over again. A quick grab and suddenly fire developed in her shoulder.

A quick look down revealed long, flowing blonde hair. The brunette Seeker was dangling on her right wrist, holding on with two arms for dear life. Her eyes were wide with fear and her brown hair flew in the early morning wind. She was kicking her legs out and shouting for help.

Sophie would know better than to do that, an annoying voice thought from somewhere deep inside.

It must have been her thoughts during the memory, I think.

The pain in her shoulder increased and she looked up to see why. Nobody was there, but the patterings were getting louder. There were even voices shouting in alarm. They were coming. She looked down towards the ground but the fire in her shoulder and the screaming Seeker were too distracting. She couldn't figure it out.

Oh well, the girl thought.

She looked down at the ground again, sadness filling her everywhere.

This is the only way.

She almost let go of the wall right then. Instead an impulse, something close to honor and guilt overthrew her. She looked down upon the frightened Seeker, contemplating killing her or letting her go. She yanked the Seeker up as if she weighed nothing at all. There was barely any strain in her muscles. She gently waited until the Seeker had a good grip on her shoulders.

"Climb," the girl ordered, "If you spray me then we'll both die. Just climb."

"Then you will come peacefully?" The Seeker asked, sounding far too hopeful.

"I promise," the girl replied, though the swirling mass of emotions seemed to be pointing to something else entirely.

What it was I couldn't tell. Her emotions were still too foreign for me, her memory too fresh. I am only getting used to it. I don't have anything mastered.

The Seeker obediently climbed back into the window. She ignored the cutting glass and didn't even wince in pain. She admirably turned around and held out her hand, expectedly offering her help to climb. The girl smiled up at her and grabbed her with her right hand. She pulled herself up using only that little support. She was standing fully in the window with a firm grin on her face. But her feelings were conflicting, pointing to despair and acceptance, even bliss.

Patterings of feet announced the presence of the other Seekers coming to join them. The brunette turned around and held up her hands.

Even possessed she still knew how to take control.

"She is coming willingly," the Seeker said, "There is no need to chase her anymore."

The body grinned widely at the statement. She slowly inched her way closer to the ledge and took one final look at the brunette Seeker. Then she spread her arms out wide and pushed off. The sky was falling away and buildings grew in her peripheral vision. The wind swept her blonde hair into her vision, but all she could think about was the fact that she was finally flying. Then a great pain knocked the breath right out of her lungs and the world went black.