Kid was surrounded by blinding, white light that made his body feel lighter than air and felt as though he could float without the assistants his father and himself required. In the back of his mind, his conscious screamed at him to wake up and get going. His last waking moment was seeing Abraham and the look of defeat on your face. But no matter what, he just couldn't break free.

He could feel strength, energy; he could feel a fire in his heart, his connection with the earth around him, lighter than air and calmer than the sea...it was perfect, a sense of aliveness he hadn't felt in so long.

When the white started to fade and Kid could feel himself coming to his physical senses, he realized that the spell on his chains had broken. Without hesitating, he broke through his restrains and fell to the cold floor, his feet and knees aching from not being able to stand for so long.

He stood, feeling his body creak and his muscles twitch. Kid stretched and rubbed at his wrists, ignoring the pain of the open wounds and dried blood. He glanced at the window and knew that Liz and Patty would be on their way now that he could send out a soul signal to them. It'd be a matter of time depending on how hidden the place is, but for now, he had other issues to focus on.

He turned back to the room and frowned in disgust at the asymmetrical mess. Kid kicked at some debris and threw open the door, peering out. Each way was a long hallway with some doors, but no pictures or any indication that someone lived there.

Kid closed his eyes and focused on the building, zeroing in on any form of life. A chill went down his spine when he realized he couldn't detect Abraham, but a faint soul called out to him and he didn't have to think twice to know that it was you.

He was down the hall in a heartbeat, finding his way around the building with ease as though he had been there forever. He raced up some stairs and down another hall before coming to a door at the end of the hallway.

Kid slid to a stop and stared at the handle as though it were a snake ready to bite. After a moment of hesitation, he grabbed the knob and opened the door. The room was pitch black, but your soul wave was much stronger than before and he knew without a doubt you were inside. He glanced back over his shoulder and stepped in. The door closed behind him.

Kid took a moment to blink, adjusting to the darkness. He took a few steps inside and searched the room with his soul perception and stopped, not just feeling your soul but suddenly seeing a light blue outline on the floor in the near distance.

He stepped closer and closer until he discovered a glowing bluish white circle on the floor with odd symbols spiraling around and around to the center where your limp body lay.

Kid heard himself gasp and his heart skipped a beat. You were sprawled in a pool of your own blood, the red liquid oozing out slowly into the large pentagram. Your eyes were open and glazed over, staring out to a place that Kid couldn't see himself.

If he hadn't known better, he would have guessed you were dead. Kid tried to take a step into the circle only to be shocked badly and fell backwards. He coughed up some blood and rubbed at his mouth. "Damn..."

Kid kneeled by the circle and eyed the asymmetrical mess with a frown. Some symbols were completely foreign to him, alchemy not being common at all at the DWMA. It was considered a dying art, even the witches grew away from it with time.

But some symbols stood out to him from books he had read growing up, both fiction and non fiction. He noticed symbols that represented life, repeat...and in the dead center where you were, was a large symbol that even Kid knew without having to read about it...the symbol read: death.

Kid swallowed the knot in his throat, taking in the meaning and connected the dots. Perhaps it was a long shot of a theory, but based on what he could read, he suspected the circle was meant to repeat some kind of cycle until your heart stopped and your soul would forever be trapped in said cycle.

Your blood had reached the end of one cycle and started to seep into the next. He knew he didn't have much time, and if he didn't try to reach you soon, you both would be stuck in the same cycle in the next life.

Kid clasped his hands together and closed his eyes, focusing on the heart of your soul. It was like a flicker of a flame, your heart a calming beat that reminded him of the flutter of the wings of a bird. And with that, he was in.

Kid opened his eyes, not sure what to expect, his body prepared for an attack that never came. He found himself in a cozy home with pictures on the wall of a happy couple and some of a baby who grinned widely.

The sound of a door opened and a little girl darts by Kid. He stumbles back, shocked by the suddenness. He followed her to a living room where a much, much younger Abraham stood and the girl ran up to him excitedly.

"Daddy!" She squealed in happiness. The man lifted her up and spun her around before bringing her down and kissing her head all over. "Hey, sweetie. How's your day? Where's your mother?"

It took a minute, but Kid realized he was looking at a toddler you. He concluded that neither one of the figures of the past could see him, and watched from a safe distance with content.

"In the basement, but she'll be up shortly."

"What's she doing down there?"

You shrug and Abraham sets you down. You go on your merry way, humming to yourself. The younger you glances up at Kid, looks at him oddly, then walks away. Kid feels a tinge of shock, but keeps his eyes on Abraham. The man is staring at the basement door suspiciously, shakes his head, then leaves to another room.

The scene melted and Kid began to fall slowly into darkness until he landed gently in a child's room. He looked over to find you sitting on your bed, gazing out the window. A full moon shone overhead, grinning from cheek to cheek with blood oozing from its teeth.

You appeared to be around five. maybe six, your figure slender and hidden behind a baggy nightshirt. In the next room, Kid could make out screaming and yelling, sometimes something breaking now and then.

"It's funny..."

Kid snapped his attention back to you, your gaze still fixed outside. "It's funny how the moon can be so beautiful but everything else is so...ugly."

Your voice was young and high pitched, but also very soft. Kid stared and listened, but you remained quiet. Your name spills from Kid's lips. "We have to go...if we don't get out of here, we-"

A crash erupted from the next room and a scream. You spin around, your eyes wide with fear. You run past Kid and he follows close behind. You both run into what looked like a study, and in the middle was a woman drenched in blood.

"Mommy!" You scream and Kid could feel a little bit of his heart break at the unholy sound. You ran to her body and turn her over, holding her. You scream again upon noticing that her eyes were gone, just dark holes in her face.

Her lips trembled, her skin going white, fast. "Run," she whispered. Both you and Kid's heads snapped to the right when menacing chuckling filled both of your ears. Abraham sat in a big arm chair hunched over, blood around him.

His laughing only grew and Kid felt a chill go down his spine. Abraham's body shone with sweat and blood, though Kid couldn't tell if it was his own or not.

"Witch...she was a fucking witch..." he laughs again, his sanity slipping out with each chuckle. "That bitch lied to me for so long...a witch...I can't believe it..."

"Daddy?"

"Don't call me that, I'm not going to be a father to a fucking witch!" His voice made both you and Kid flinch at the loudness. He snapped his head up and Abraham revealed that his once dark eyes were now replaced with your mother's eyes.

You screamed bloody murder and were out the door in less than a second. Kid ran behind you and shouted your name, heart racing. "It's only a dream, wake up! This isn't happening, you're under a spell and-"

A shot rang out and Kid looked over his shoulder to see Abraham chasing the both of you with an odd gun he hadn't seen before. You threw open a door and ran down a spiraling staircase, Kid at your heels.

Even though Kid knew it wasn't real, he felt your sense of fear and shock and couldn't shrug it off like he thought he could. Soon, the end of the stairs came and you both ran for a door.

Kid could see the outside, the smell of nature tickling his nose. You both ran through the door and Kid blinked up at the moon and the nature surrounding the both of you.

He looked over at you as your body began to shift and flutter until you were a sparrow. Kid tried to grab at your hand as you changed but it slipped through his fingers and you began to fly towards the moon. "Wait!"

A shot rang out and you fell to the ground, your body changing back into a little girl. Kid jumped and caught you in his arms, landing gracefully. You stared up at the sky, unmoving.

Kid's heart stopped and felt for your breath and heartbeat, relieved to find both. Blood oozed from your wound in your stomach, and kid pressed his palm to it. He whispered your name.

"I know you can hear me...please give me a chance and I promise we'll get out of here. You never have to come back to this place again, and no one will hurt you. I promise, I-"

A single tear ran down your cheek and the scene melted in front of Kid yet again. You seeped through his arms and fingers and he called out to you, panic in his chest.

He opened his eyes and found himself in a hallway again, this time with a preteen you. Your eyes were hallow and distant, a sharp contrast from the little girl you had once been.

Kid licked his lips and called out your name. You turned to look at him, then turned away. You gently walked down the hall of the home, Kid close behind. "Where are you going?"

"Don't you see? There's no where, to run. So many doors, yet nowhere to hide..."

You opened a few doors as you walk by and he glances in each one, seeing another scene from your past. Some happy, others mostly sad. Memories of when the abuse started, the lust for power on Abraham's side, and the lost of innocence for yourself.

"Life is full of doors that open and close, but why do mine always lead to dead ends?" You whisper, glancing in the doors one by one now yourself as they magically open.

To Kid, you appear to grow older with every step, your hair growing longer only to be awkwardly chopped when it gets too long and your clothes growing more and more raggedy as your skin grows paler and your figure thinner.

"It doesn't have to be this way...not every door is a dead end, I can show you-" Kid reaches over and touches your hand. You yank it away and spin around. "NO!"

A door morphs and blocks his way. You sunk to the floor, crying. Your body shook violently with sobs and Kid looked on through the bars of the familiar cell that he assumed you had lived in your whole life.

He placed his hands on the bars and whispered your name. "Please...I know you're afraid, but I promise I'm not lying to you. Not every door is a dead end, life isn't like that. Abraham has tricked you, manipulated you, hurt you...real fathers never do that, at least not a good father. My dad may be death, but he has always loved me from the start. I...have an obsessive problem with symmetry, but my dad never punished me for it. He always loved me and nurtured my problem to help me rather than put me down and make me ashamed for something I can't control. Just like you being a witch...you can't control that, and it was wrong of your mother to not tell him but even more wrong for your father to turn his back on his family...on you."

He inhaled, his eyes glued to you. You stopped crying, and were now staring intently at the ground. "If you give me the chance, I can show you a world where you never have to be afraid again. My friends would adore you and accept you for who you are, and my father would be more than happy to accept you to his school and give you the support you never got. And...you can stay with me in a cozy room with abundant food. You'll never go hungry again, and you're free to explore the world around you without being restrained. It's not just a promise, but something I will die over to make you realize that you are not and never will be alone."

Kid held his breath and his knuckles tightened around the bars until they were white. After a moment, the bars and door faded and his hands dropped. Kid took a tentative step towards you, then another. When he knew he was safe, he was at your side and held you to him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and began sobbing hard, your body trembling against his. Kid ran his hand up and down your back, burring his face into your neck. "It's okay...I've got you, I've got you..."

He shrugged off his shirt and wrapped it around you before slipping his other arm around your legs and lifted you easily, your body resting bridal style in his arms. Kid gently kissed the top of your head. "Let's get out of here," he whispers.

The world around the both of you melted and Kid found himself back in the dark room. You fell limp in his arms, fast asleep. The circle dimmed and one by one the symbols faded. Kid smirked at his work and stepped towards the door. He opened it with the hand he used to hold your back and stepped into the hallway.

Kid felt an odd tug when he tried to bring you over the threshold, but he ignored it once you two were safely in the hallway. "Let's get out of here." He didn't feel the need to run, your power and his bubbled inside of him and his wounds had already healed without any scars. With the hell you had both been through, nothing can stop him from keeping the promises he made to you.

He found the door to the staircase and walked down it, careful of where he stepped and to not rock you too much, afraid you'd wake up. Kid glanced at your sound asleep body and smiled, thinking of all the people he'd introduce you to and couldn't wait to see the look on your face when he introduced his home as your own as well.

Kid placed his foot on the last step and saw the doorway to freedom down the hall, just as he had seen it in your flashbacks. From behind the door, he could smell the familiar scents of jasmine, oak, and wildflowers; the smell of freedom.

He felt his heart flutter at how close it all was to ending. The days of torture were going to be over for the both of you, and normality will sink in once more to this world of chaos you both had been sucked in to.

Kid balanced you in his arms and opened the door. Outside, the sun was rising over the horizon in bright oranges, pinks, and reds. He almost forgot what the sunrise looked like, and it hadn't even been as long for him being locked up as it had been for you.

"You really think I'd let you leave that easily?"

Kid only chuckled and turned to face Abraham. He stood at the bottom of the stairs, his smirk mirroring Kid's. Kid gently placed you on the floor, your back propped up on the door frame so you could smell how close freedom was in your sleep.

Kid turned to face Abraham, cracking his knuckles. "No, and I was wondering when you were going to show up."

"Heh, stupid kid...let's end this so I can get my property back."

Kid frowned and positioned his body in a martial arts stance. "Your daughter is family, not your property. The sooner I end you, the sooner she can break away from this cage you've put her in. You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Shut up and dance already, kid."

Abraham brought his hands to his side and his fingers flickered with blue fire only to die out. He stared down at them, eyes widening. "The fuck?"

"Looks like your daughter took her powers back, Abraham. You're out of luck, I'm afraid. Reaper combat art: mortal sin stance!"

With unnatural speed, Kid was on Abraham and slammed his knee into Abraham's stomach. The man coughed up blood and flew back onto the steps. Kid brought his leg up to slam it into Abraham's face but the man rolled out of his way and Kid's foot smashed the bottom of the stairs into smithereens.

Abraham took a swing and Kid blocked it easily, punching Abraham in the face. The man flew into the wall, his face bleeding with a few teeth knocked out. Kid was there in a heart beat and punched Abraham in the stomach, putting everything he had into the hit.

Abraham slumped against Kid and he stepped back, letting the man fall. Abraham's eyes were wide open and blank, but Kid could still feel a weak soul pulse from him. Kid bent down and turned the man over to look at him.

"Even you are not worthy of death, don't see this as an act of mercy, but rather a punishment for what you've done. Suffer as your daughter has and pray that death comes soon."

He kicked the man one last time and turned. You were still where he left you, your head slumped with sleep. Kid gently picked you up and turned to the door, stepping through it and into the warmth glow of freedom.