The hallway was dark and damp, just like it always was. You opened your eyes and met with the cold, stone walls of the hallway. At the end of sat a red door that beaconed to you. Slowly, and ever so painfully quietly, you crept to the door.

The rags you were so used to wearing were replaced with a simple yet elegant black dress. Your hair seemed to lightly float around you, and in the mysterious light of the night, your skin appeared to lightly glow.

The door grew closer and you reached out your hand to grasp the knob. You give it a twist and the door flies open. Inside, the room was warm, the fireplace roared with a fire and the smell of cedar tickled your nose.

Your eyes roamed the room and fell to the one thing out of place: the bloodied body of a woman on the floor. "Mama?" Your voice cracked and sounded so young and foreign to your ears.

You were at the woman's side in a flash and you fell to your knees and raised the woman's head. Her face was pale and her eyes scanned up to your face. Her eyes reminded you of a bird's, piercing yet soft at the same time, the same eyes you knew you had despite not having looked in a mirror for over a decade.

"Mom, you're going to be okay, I promise...just hang in there, mama, I'll go get help, I-"

She gurgled and coughed, blood dribbling out her mouth. She placed her hand lovingly on your cheek and it chilled you to the bone. "Run."

"Better do what your mama says, girl, if you know what's best."

You sharply turn to see Abraham, sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room. Had he been there the whole time? You look down at your mother and her eyes were blank, staring off to a world you couldn't see but knew you would eventually, if not soon.

You placed her gently down and shot up. Abraham smirked at you and slowly stood up himself. He lifted a strange gun at you and the smirk turned into a snarl. "Now run, I like it when my prey fights back."

You were out the door in seconds, your dress flowing behind you. Your bare feet smacked against the floor and you willed your muscles to take you far away from there. You could hear Abraham laughing in the distance and the faint slapping noise of his feet hitting the floor as he ran behind you.

You turned a corner and threw open a door to find a stone spiral staircase. You began to run down the steps, lifting up your dress as to not trip. The stairs felt as though they were never ending and you felt dizzy, yet willed yourself to run and never look back.

Soon, the smell of nature and dew tickled your nose and you picked up your pace. You reached the end of the stairs and straight ahead down a hall was a door wide open to reveal your freedom.

Outside, a full moon shone above and the trees were dark silhouettes against the star filled sky. You passed through the door and out into the cold air, gasping for air as though you were newly born to the world around you.

You looked up at the moon and willed yourself to get far away as possible. You wanted to fly away from your problems, to soar over lands you had only seen in stories as a child and to glide far, far away from the pain you had to go through.

You closed your eyes and began to feel the familiar flutter as you begin to fade into many different sparrows flapping their wings and flying towards the moon. A shot rang out and you felt a strong pain in your shoulder. The sparrows fluttered back in reverse to make you whole again and you fell to the cold grass as Abraham walked towards you with that God awful smirk on his face.

You woke up with a jerk and instantly brought your hand to where you had been shot and breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing that it had been that damn dream again.

You brought your hand to your forehead and found your face cold and clammy and lightly dotted with sweat. You glanced out the window and found that the sun had disappeared and the sky was pitch black and dotted with stars.

You didn't know how long you had been out for or how much time you had left, but you couldn't waist anymore. You placed your hands on the bars and did the same routine as the night before. You climb into the safety of the man's cell and stand up, inhaling sharply at the sight before you.

The man's eyes were open, but they stared blankly at the ground. You couldn't tell if he was dead or not and you didn't know which frightened you the most. The smell of blood was even more overwhelming and you raced to the man.

You brought your finger tips to his nose and felt the familiar trickle of breath and you sighed in relief. You looked the man over and concluded that he had gone into shock.

You tore off another piece of your dress and found your way to the sink in the dark. You turned it on gently and placed the cloth in it long enough to get wet but not enough for Abraham to hear the running water as you turn it off.

You were at the man's side once more and dab at his brow and face. You made sure you were gentle as you glide over his bruises and cuts, wiping away the now dried blood.

As you wash his face, you take the moment to inhale his features. You had been right, his eyes were gold and lightly glowing. His hair stuck to his forehead and neck from the sweat and you noted his incredibly handsome features that didn't seem as human. But what did you know?

You blushed, realizing that you had been slightly ogling the man you're supposed to be helping. You coughed into your fist and gently tapped at the man's face. When that didn't work, you gently slap him with the rag and his head jerks up, blinking in surprised.

After a moment, he glances down at you and recognition fills his eyes. He mumbles your name and you hope the darkness hides your blush. You smile up at him. "Hey, how are you holding up?"

He coughs and groans. "I don't understand, it shouldn't be this painful...my body was meant to take beatings and I've had it far worse than this but it's still painful..."

You frown and dab at his neck with the cloth. He sighs from the cold relief and his eyelids flutter shut. You watch him and wait for an explanation, but it never comes.

"What do you mean your body should handle this better?"

He opens his eyes and looks down at you as though you had asked a dumb question. "I'm a Shinigami, a Reaper. I'm the son of death himself, and a god's body is meant to take more than an average human's can. Not only that, but we also heal far faster than humans do and something like this shouldn't do as much damage as it's doing now."

You take your hand away from his neck and look up at him with wide eyes as you had before. The son of death? Was that really possible? But if the son of death could fall to this kind of fate...weren't you all doomed in the end?

You look up at his chained wrists and you glance around the room for a chair or a stool. You decided that Abraham's stool would do and brought it over. You climbed onto it and stood so you were eye to eye with the chains.

You bring your fingers to the shackles and snap your hand back in pain when an electric shock snaps at you. You hiss and your eyes narrow.

"What is it?" He asks groggily and slight worry in his voice.

"It looks like the shackles might have magic or some kind of alchemy on them to drain your energy. Abraham did that to me when I was younger, it's mean to stop you from using any kind of powers."

You heard the man swear and you climb back down and look up at him. His usual poker face is riddled with panic and you slunk back, wondering if maybe you were making things worse instead of helping.

"This is bad, this is really, really bad..." he muttered. Panic sets in your eyes and you suddenly want to crawl back into your corner and go to your happy place, pretending this never happened. But you knew you couldn't.

"What do we do?" You whispered.

He stares at you, his brows knitting in concentration. He licks his chapped lips and scans the rooms with his eyes. They fall onto the laboratory set up and he slightly smirks.

"You know, I think we might still have hope. If you really are a witch, you can get us out of here."

"Me?" you squeak. "But, but I can't, I-I..." You look everywhere in panic, your heartbeat speeding up to where it's an odd pain in your chest. Kid calls out your name in a stern yet soft voice.

"I believe in you, and we can do this together. You just need to follow my plan, okay?"

"Okay," you whisper back.

He smiles at you and, after a moment, you smile back. "So what's the plan?"

"Out of the both of us, you know more about magic and alchemy than I do, right?"

"R-right. I guess..." you mumble. The man ignores the discomfort in your tone and continues.

"I want you to practice your magic when you can and when you visit, I want you to look through his books and notes and we can figure out what exactly his plan is and how to get out of here. Can you do that for me?"

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod. He smiles. "Good.

"You know, I never got your name." You mutter.

"It's Death the Kid, but everyone just calls me Kid for short."

"Are you really Death's son?"

"Yes."

You nod at the answer and look away, feeling dizzy. You can feel him staring at you but you don't dare look back.

"Does that scare you?"

"No. Maybe...I don't know." You answer truthfully. "But what I do know is, I am scared of Abraham. And more than anything, I want to get out of here."

"I have a question for you."

You look up at him and blink, curious as to what someone like him wanted to know about a girl like you.

"If you can make the bars disappear...why don't you just leave? You could easily do the same for the door and get out of here, why do you stick around?"

The last of his sentence hit you hard and you flinch, taking a step back. The tears were in your eyes before you could stop them and you look away, biting your lip. When you knew you were composed, you look back and avoid Kid's eyes.

"When I was really young, Abraham killed my mother when he found out she had powers and decided to drain me of my own so he could use it for his own good. He took both of my mother's eyes and some of her soul and fused them with his own to become as strong as he is. Even if I did take down the door, where would I go?"

You gained the courage to look up at him and hold his gaze. "Kid, I grew up here since I was five. This is all I've known, and I've been deprived of any knowledge on the world outside my window. He knows even if I did run, I'd come crawling back not knowing where I was going or who would even help someone like me. That's why I need your help, Kid. I hope you understand, I want to help you just as much as I hope you realize I need you to help me. And when this is all done, you can go your way and I'll try to find mine on my own."

He stared at you long and hard and you stared back, not afraid to look away for once. "I promise I'll help you, we'll get through this."

You smile and the sun began to trickle through the window, lighting the room in shades of oranges and pinks. "I have to go," you whisper.

Kid doesn't say anything, he just nods. You were out the window in a heartbeat, but before you completely disappeared, you looked back at Kid and he held your gaze. You waved and disappeared back to your cell, your body safely where it should be but your mind was left behind in the room with the man you had no other choice but to trust with your life.