Antonio felt his whole body come morose. Not only his heart, or his expression, but everything. He could hardly muster the courage to glance up at Feliciano, who was only half conscious, his leg lacerated in what would surely be an ugly scar. The whole situation had metamorphosed into something worse than it started out as. He cracked open his eyes to look at the tiny window on the far wall.

It was dark. Rainy. But he could see the faintness of early morning between the cracks in the sky, and that was enough to tell him. They where going to die today. And Romano hadn't come. He hadn't shown up, he hadn't answered anything, he just wasn't there, and Antonio felt as if he had lost all faith. It was futile.

Feli let out a weak whimper, shifting. He had been cast aside on the floor, thankfully now left alone, trying to fight back tears. His callowness had not help anything, only the fact that he had kept his mouth shut the whole time, in order to keep Romano safe. If they where going down, they definitely weren't taking Romano down with them.

He froze as he heard a pop.

A gun. It was a gun. Confusion overwhelmed him as he glanced out the high window once again, straining his neck to see anything more, but he couldn't, it was too dark, too dreary, for him to make out anything amongst the weathered sky.

Yet another shot rang across the area, and in that tiny room, Antonio knew.

They'd come. It was all going to be okay. But Antonio knew that if they didn't make their own moves, the situation had a small chance of being feasible.

"Feli." He whispered.

The smaller, and weaker of the two groaned, a pair of large Amber eyes looking back. They shone fearfully.

"I need you to untie me."

"Toni-"

"They're here, Feli. If we don't move out now we'll never get out."

He moaned weakly.

"Come on... Come on... I know it hurts, but please! I can carry you when you get me out."

Feli didn't move for a moment, fighting back tears already from the oncoming pain of simply moving.

"Please Feli. We can get out of here and this will all be over. You just need to untie me."

Feliciano nodded in understanding, weakly moving to grip the wall. His hands where shaking as he pulled himself to his knees, only to cry out and collapse as he applied pressure to his wounded leg. He began to cry, shaking his head rapidly.

"P-per favore..."

"You can do it, Feli, I know you can."

"Mhmmh."

"Please Feliciano."

Feli once again struggled to move, pulling himself along the floor, whimpering in pain. Antonio continued to try and encourage him as he struggled to make his way over, and soon Feliciano was slumped against the chair.

"I knew you could do it." Antonio smiled as best as he could with the sores at the corners of his mouth, and Feli smiled back a little bit. After a moment of heavy breathing, Feliciano moved to shakily pull the ropes away from Antonio's wrists, just behind his back. The knot came out surprisingly easy for him, and he let out a heavy sigh and collapsed back down on the floor in relief, wiping tears from his eyes.

Antonio quickly moved to untie his ankles, before slowly moving to Feliciano. The copper haired, smaller counterpart let out a weak groan. Antonio was careful to be gentle. But still, Feliciano cried, twisting his leg in pain.

"Shh... It's gonna be okay."

Antonio took a few steps towards the door, and began to grit his teeth. While Feliciano was light, his legs where still sore and hard to balance on former when he was beaten a few days earlier. He let out a hiss.

Antonio stumbled to the door. He realized it was one of those that locked from the inside. Their captors probably thought they weren't strong enough to even get to the door.

Slowly, he pushed it open, Feliciano gripping onto his neck with what strength he had left. They where greeted with a dark, empty hallway. Windows lined the wall, confirming Antonio's suspicions. He began to limp down the hallway as quietly as he could, attempting not to make noise, even with Feliciano in his arms and the grunts of pain he couldn't help but let out.

At this point, he realized his ankles hurt too. He wrists and ankles felt as if they where coming apart at the seams from being tied, almost like they would fall off, and he was sure he was bleeding.

He glanced out the window, leaning against the wall as he made progress. Out front he could see a pair of people, fighting about three more at gunpoint. Antonio's stomach sank as he realized that it was Romano and Ludwig. He couldn't see much from a distance, but it looked bleak, and Ludwig seemed to be dead on his left side. That was all he could make out.

He glanced back down.

Feliciano was half conscious, and pale, his leg still bleeding from being repeatedly stabbed and cauterized and burned in multiple places. His eyes where fluttering, his grip weak, his head against Antonio's heaving chest as they shuffled along. Part of Antonio wanted to open the window right then and tell Romano that they where okay, but he knew that their captors would be alerted of their location.

Weakly, he made it to the end of the hall just as two more shots rang out. His stomach continued to sink, and Feliciano seemed to be crying fearfully. He made it to a set of stairs. The stairs they had been carried up. Gently, painstakingly slow, he lowered himself down onto the top stair, and then the next, and then the next. His legs where bruised and battered, and practically screaming in protest. But he gritted his teeth and pushed on. He soon made it to the bottom of the stairs.

Grey light filtered in through an open doorway. He could feel his heart jump, beating faster and faster as he stumbled towards it, Feliciano trying to stay quiet. He needed to get out. He needed to get them out now.

"Romano!" He screamed.

A head whipped in their direction, and he swore their eyes locked, and Antonio could see so much in Romano's eyes right then. Grief, fear for them and for himself, joy, and anger. He moved forward.

So close. He was so close... They where free. They where going to go home and it would be alright.

He stumbled out the door, only to be knocked to the ground by an unknown force. He was forced to the ground, Feliciano spilling out of his arms like a sack, limp. He was crying, staring at something behind Antonio. Antonio turned around. The door was shut tight, locking them out, and he could make out the barrel of a gun directed right at him.

It was their interrogator.

An angry, heartless glare beat down on him, and he felt all the adrenaline wash away as he lay there helplessly in the mud. He could see his grip on the trigger tighten, and instantly he flinched away.

"Antonio!" Romano screamed back.

His heart beat even faster.

Their interrogator's grip on the trigger continued to shakily tighten. He ducked away.

A gunshot rang across the town.