"We have enough information but not enough manpower to deal with this" Cake recollected the information in her note pad. Killua loomed over her shoulder looking at what she scribbled.
"What kind of information is that!?" He pointed at the various doodles of animals and other weird looking thing.
She slammed the book closed "I draw while I think!" She protested.
"Pshh! That's not a drawing". Killua said.

She blushed furiously as she stuffed it into her navy blue and leather sacho that sat next to her.

"Any ways we have to find more people for this job Killua can you call some people because I don't have a phone Kurapica if you can could you please call some people in to help". She told them she'll be back soon as she swung the strap over her head and walked out.

Hours later she came back just the same as she left.

"Okay thank you for your time, bye". Kurapica ended the call with its usual beep.
"I called everyone I know that can help, yet no one was available ".
"Same here nothing, everyone has something important to do". Killua sank back into the couch.
"Thanks for trying though". She continued.
"I've come to a discussion that we can do it ourselves, me, myself, has just become a pro hunter!" She announced.
"That's great news Cake, but its only the three of us the possibilities of us succeeding is small, and from the description of that place she gave us it's not as easy as it might seem " Kurapica laced his fingers together. Resting his elbows on his knees gracefully
"Well, that's true, but Cake, what nen type are you?" Killua inquired
"I'm a specialist like Kurapica."
"What! You're so lucky".
"Yea, but wanted to be a conjurer though".
"That helps, but what is your special ability?"
"My attack? Well what I do is watch the person use their ability and I can mimic it all".
"You mean you can mimic mine?"
"Kind of".
"So what's your plan?" Kurapica asked.
"Okay then - hear me out. We might need to leave Gon there for a couple of..."
"LEAVE GON! LEAVE GON! He's been missing for three weeks! THREE WEEKS!" Killua jumped to his feet, slashing the air with his hand furiously "WHO KNOWS WHAT KINDS OF HORRIBLE THINGS THEY'VE DONE TO HI-"
"I KNOW! I know, hear me out I said" she slammed her hands down on the wooden table that lightly squeaked at the impact.
"Killua calm down, please, she hasn't finished talking she might have a logical reason, so please sit down" Kurapica guided him down with a hand on his shoulder.
"Please continue Cake".
"Well we might have Gon wait for a couple of days a week or two tops, you two both know at the moment we don't have enough help we aren't strong enough I barely became a pro hunter and it hasn't even been an hour and I have to use my power in a real situation and it isn't even perfected yet. Kullua you can also train yours as well it would benefit our chances of getting out alive and most importantly saving Gon, do you understand Killua".
Killua had his hands laced in between his knees avoiding any eye contact by ducking down his head but reluctantly nodded in approval.
"Thank you, I don't mean to be mean but I had to tell you".
"No, it's okay I'm sorry I raised my voice like that" He said apologetically. "Its fine" She went through the open bedroom door.

Gon woke to the silent sound of dripping water; his black eyes opened the shining ting of green shined under the dim sunlight that seeped through the steel seats across the room. Sitting up he eyed the room finally settling them on the tray next to what seemed to be a door. He reached over to the tray and took off the top plate finding a single slice of bread and a glass of water. He swallowed the liquid and munched on the thin slice. He stood and examined the room he leaned close to the wall using his hands to guide him. He soon found himself under the small light source, he climbed the wall but lost grip when his feet couldn't hold on to the slick surface he grabbed the tray and tried hitting it, only to miss sending the tray flying across the room breaking the glass cup into shards. He soon regretted his action when a guard came busting in.
"What's with all the racket in here!" he examined the damage "You little shit look what you did get over here!" he walked up roughly to him and grabbed his hair roughly as he dragged him down the silent hall, Gon desperately trying to make the man let go, yet struggling only made the pain worsen as his bare feet tried to halt the man in his tracks. And stop he did but not for him but he was glad when he let go, he massaged his scalp hoping for the pain to subside. The man walked to the side he looked up he offered him his hand in which Gon accepted. He raised him up only to have a knee stabbed into his stomach, he coughed out blood as toppled down gasping for air. He kicked him all over his body leaving deep blue and purple bruises behind. Finally the man had his fill for the day and dragged him back down the long hallway to his cell. Kicking him in, he slammed the door shut and locked.

Gon now had time for his thoughts. Gon shifted to the wall and he reclined his back against the cold metal. He touched his face to examine his injuries; his eye was beginning to swell along with his cheek. His stomach had a large bruise the centre a dark purple with a blue outer ring around it. He wanted to go back with his friends he couldn't stand this place all he did was break a small glass and the man went ballistic, if he ever broke a glass at home Kurapica would scold him and tell him to get the dust pan, how much he missed Kurapica. He missed his soft smiled when cake Killua and himself were doing our usual mischief and antics. He wanted to see Killua too, he missed having fun with his friend, exploring together with Cake and him. He closed his eye and rested both physically and mentally from any strain. He leaned his head back to the wall; its cold steel was the only comfort he could find. He tried to stomach down what was still in his stomach, not knowing when it would be the next time he would be fed or the next time the man would come in and vent out all the hate had for the world on him. He opened his injured eye just to shut it closed again due to the overwhelming pain. He glanced over to his side where his hand rested, the back of his hand was littered with lumpy dirt that covering the dark bruise underneath. With his left hand he lightly smeared the substance off revealing the injury, his hand was a darker shade of purple than the rest, he raised his hand slowly as of not to hurt his massively swollen hand, he studied the injury certain that it was broken. He let his hand be as he tried to recuperate from the recent beating.

The door opened, Gon's body stiffened noticeably, clearly not ready for another "act of discipline ", but instead something was thrown to his detection as the the door promptly closed. The object moved, no it was a person; the dark mass loomed over to him. It was a girl? No a boy? The appearance was soft looking skin and had delicate features lacing her face like a girl but its hair was short and messy mimicking that of a boy, and with the dimly lit room he could vaguely see what it was wearing, its cargo shorts were held in place by a worn out belt, it wore an old tattered navy blue shirt. Regardless Gon had a hard time recognizing the figure in front of him and a drowsy mind didn't help the situation at hand. He let his eyelid slide closed and was pleased when he was given the rest his body so desperately needed. The figure stepped closer looking down at his worn body that now lay limp on the floor. It laid him flat on a blanket using another old blanket as a pillow to lay his head upon, it moved its hands skilfully across his broken hand she opened her backpack and took out it's supplies laying them down in an array of sets to the side, it took off his shirt to inspect the injures. It placed him down once again and took out two thick rolls of bandages. Setting them to the side, it began, it placed a cloth at the end of a bottle letting it lightly soak through it placed the rag on his face now ready to begin. It reached into the back pack once more taking out a plastic container filled with a thick brown paste. It dipped two fingers then placing it on the bruise on his abdomen rubbinfuriously at the bark shade receiving many grunts of pain from the boy. The figure let it set as she moved to the next few bruises repeating the process again until the task was done. It shifted its eyes to the swollen hand and eye, it took out a pack breaking it against the floor it shaked it and placed it on his eye hoping to lower his swelling. It took the cold packet off placing it on his hand; it shifted to his eye cleaning it and bandaged it firmly. It then moved again to his hand taking the pack off and placing it back inside its backpack. It grabbed the scalpel to its side and got steady for the incision, the scalpel cut through the skin carefully it reset his fractured boned lucky that the break was clean. It closed the slit with neat stitches and bandaged his hand carefully. It wiped its hands on rag wiping off the excess blood; it cleaned its equipment and placed it back into its place in the backpack. It grabbed his body and sat him down placing more of the paste on the bruise that colored his back. It placed the bandages around his torso and shoulder to keep them from sliding round. It layed him down again, cleaning up the rest of the supplies that were littered around, the rag that fell on the floor went into the backpack last. Once it was done it zipper its backpack and reclined on the wall adjacent to him, letting his body take the rest of the work of recuperation. Two hours into her novel it saw movement; it placed its novel on the floor crawling to its patient.
"'Ey! 'ey! wake up".
Gon opened his eye and looked at the figure above him.
"'Ey how ya' fealin' now?"
"I feel fine" he was surprised that it didn't hurt as much as he remembered.
"Good jus' don' move ya' hand dat much its still healin'."
Gon sat up lightly rubbing his abdomen only to find a dull soreness instead of the excruciating pain he was expecting to get.
"Did you do this?"
"Yea I did".
"Thank you... Um..." Gon was confused.
"Scarlett's the name, an' ya' don' need for the thanks so whats your name".
"Gon Freecs".
"Nice to meet ya'" she shook his hand "Ya' ain't used to these parts ".
"Can you say that again?"
"Ya' new here?"
"Yea i am".
"Well welcome to hell".

Hi every one sorry its been so long i lost my phone and had to wait a while for my tablet and i still have no phone and i wrote this down in my geometry notebook and had to write it down here to give it to you guys hope you liked it i just got a beta ready and im happy! So please read, review and favorite. Thanks see you again hopefully !