She did not want to die. Her body ached, her hands bloody from pounding against the locker door and she felt them crawling across her skin, biting into her flesh and tearing it away as her hoarse throat silently screamed. Hours of screaming and begging for help made her unable to cry anymore. Taylor Hebert did not want to die. She wanted to live, she wanted to see her Dad. Her Dad wouldn't survive losing her too. She did not want them to beat her. She did not want them to win, to beat her down one final time.

Her vision began to fade as exhaustion, pain, fear, and terror finally began to drag her to unconsciousness. "Please... Anyone... Help..." She silently cried out, to who she did not know but to anyone at this point. Unknown to her, channels in her body began to heat up as they opened for the first time in her life. Her very soul understanding the danger it is in and forcing drastic action to stay alive.

Her call went out into the very world, her fate changing forever as a soul answered. A soul that answered in response to her desire to live, to bring hope to she who appealed to live. To save the life of a small girl in a dying world seemingly abandoned by all who could save it. A bright light emanated from the locker before it was blasted forth off its hinges, slamming against the lockers on the other side of the hall. A large man with short brown hair that spiked in the front and long sideburns that went down to his jaw and a patch of hair forming a triangle pointed towards his mouth on his chin stepped forth from the bright light dressed in white uniform pants with a french officer's coat and a red button up that let the top of his scarred chest show. With a confident but comforting smile that could bring hope to any who saw it on his face he turned around towards the locker he emerged from and asked loudly. "I ask of you, are you..."

He paused in shock as he saw what he could only assume was his Master, the one he answered the call of, a small frail girl covered in bugs that crawled across her skin and in what could only be referred to as biological waste. "Oh Private... I need to get you out of here and fast." The Servant reached forward and gently lifted her out of the filthy locker, holding her to his chest as if one wrong move would shatter her like glass. The man vanished in a burst of air, the floor where he stood cratering as he moved through the halls at breakneck speed, holding back his speed just enough to not harm his Master. Glass shattered as he used his shoulder to slam through a window, leaping from the frame onto the top of a office building before continuing his rush.

What little information provided to him by the Grail, a concerningly little amount, told him exactly where he needed to go to get treatment for his Master, the location of a healer. It would announce himself to other Servants rushing like he was but it was a risk he had to take if he wanted to prevent her condition from worsening. After an agonizing minute of jumping from rooftop to rooftop, he saw the building containing them four kilometers out to his north. The Servant began to adjust his route to reach the hospital within the next three minutes. Finally his fleet slammed into the concrete of the parking lot of what he now realized is a hospital, a relieving feeling now that he can get aid for his Master.

He bolted forward, slamming the double doors open as all eyes settled on him as he rushed forward to the front desk as he loudly shouted as a nurse stared at him with wide eyes. "Please, help the little mademoiselle!" Three nurses hurriedly rush over with a gurney, two of the nurses gently laying the girl in his arms onto it while the third begins to ask him questions. "What happened to her? Do you have any idea what caused her injuries?"

The Frenchman shook his head with a bothered look on his face. "I'm afraid I don't know, I found her stuck in a locker in a high-school covered in bugs and waste." The nurse looked shocked at the fact she was in a school locker before continuing to question him with a resolved face. "Was she breathing when you found her? Have you provided any care for her? Did you see any visible wounds?"

He began to speak again, doing his best to answer. "She was, I could also feel her move while I was carrying her here, I am sadly just a humble artilleryman and don't know how to provide care for her so I did not, and I saw parts of her skin missing and her fists bloody." People around him look at him weirdly as he puts odd emphasis on being an artilleryman but quickly go back to their own devices, assuming he is just another crazy man in Brockton Bay. The nurse nods her head before moving with the other two nurses as the girl he saved is moved to a room. As he moves to follow a firm hand is placed on his shoulder and a firm voice spealks.

"Sir, we are gonna have to ask you to stay here so we can ask a few questions." He turns to face the man and sees a pair of middle aged men standing there, each with a pistol and baton on their waists. He furrows his brow and his natural charisma begins to be channeled without him even realizing it, such was his focus on protecting his Master. "I have a duty to protect the little mademoiselle, do not get in the way of my duty." As he shakes the hand off and follows the nurses, the two security guards back off and look at each other, realizing they have a cape on their hands.