Bela walked through the door, directly into rain. She was going to turn back until she realized that there was no door. Simply a wall. She looked up to the black, storming night. She heard a voice come from above. A brunette man with piercing green eyes sat upon a stoop, looking down at his blonde and blue eyed friend. Across from him was a white haired and red eyed man on another stoop. "It is here." Said the first man. The second man sat on the edge of the rooftop they were on. "He said It would come." The first man smirked. "But It comes so swiftly." He shrugged. "It chases that which never stops for breath." "Or solace." Bela watched them as they spoke, listening to their words closely. The second mans blue eyes sparkled as he spoke. "The fleet of foot are those who chase." "Or are chased." The second man pointed to Bela. "Or chastened by loss." The man with white hair jumped down from his ledge. "Why is It here?" "He said It would want the truth." The brunette man moved his hand to his mouth and whispered, "But it mustn't have the truth." Bela looked at the sternly and curiously. "Truth? What truth?"

All the men looked at her with wide eyes, as if they were surprised that she could hear them. They went back to whispering among themselves. "It is weak." Said the blonde man. "And needs comfort." Said the white haired man. "And kindness." Said the brunette man. The blonde man tapped his head with his finger. "Kindness by way of thinking." The brunette man held his hands desperately over his heart. "Kindness by way of wanting." "What truth?!" Bela was starting to get slightly irritated. The blonde one pulled out a cookie from his pocket. "Bitterness holds sway with one whom suffering touches." The other men took small bites of the cookie. "What sweet sadness." Said the brunette man, swallowing his piece. "Bittersweet." The white haired man said as he spit it out. "Answer me!" Bela yelled, now wanting answers. The men jumped at her raising her voice. "It has anger." Said the blonde man.

"It is weak." Said the other man, his green eyes glittering. "Anger makes it weaker." Said the red eyed one as he leaned up against a wall. "Anger makes It's companion cry." Bela's eyes widened. "My companion?" She saw the glittering ghost of her sister. She smiled at her and walked to the balcony's edge. Bela ran to it, grabbing her from the edge. All that she grabbed, however, was a handful of sand. She held the sand for a moment before the water and wind from the storm swept it away. She turned back at them. "Where's Kat?!" "How sad that It cannot see." "It must not see the truth." "He said It must not see the truth." Bela listened to them closely, but didn't look at them. She couldn't bring herself to. Especially since all that was running through her head was her sister. "Pray, sweet sadness." The brunette one said as he held her hand, pulling her up. "Prayer only for one's prey." Said the blonde one as he wrapped his arm around her. "Bittersweet." She shoved both men off of her. "What truth?!" She yelled. The white haired one joined his friends. "Why can It not see?" "It is angry." "And needs comfort." "And kindness." "Kindness by way of wishful thinking." "Kindness by way of hoping. " "'It is weak."  "And needs time."

Bela hated few things in life. One of which was being called weak. "I AM NOT WEAK! I'll show you how 'weak' I am!" She noticed a box in the middle of the floor. She ran to it, trying to rip the top off. "Grrr. It's stuck. I can't get it open." "Try as it might..." The brunette one was interrupted by the white haired one. "Perhaps might is the answer." "Anger has it's place." Agreed the blonde. "It's uses..." Bela saw a metal pipe leaning against the wall. She grabbed it, raising it above her head. "Weak am I?!" She hit the box many times until it split open. She felt an arm on her shoulder and saw her sister behind her. She remembered how she would always tend to her wounds when she got in a fight. Tears rolled steadily down Bela's face. "It feels better." The brunette one said, placing a jacket over his shoulders. "Liberated." The white haired one said as he put a hat on his head. "But it has nothing." The blonde one stated frankly. "Only tears." The white haired one said. "Sorrow." Bela sat up, wiping her tears. 'I'm stronger than this', she said to herself.  "And something broken upon the ground. Should It be meek?" The blonde said as he wrapped a scarf around his neck. "Should It utter?" "Should It weep?" "This one opens.." Bela observed out loud. The men stepped to the edge of the balcony. "The anger subsides." "The anger is fleeting." "Followed only by the desire the change." The blonde man said just before he leaned off of the balcony, falling down. "For the better..." The brunette man jumped off the edge. "Or for the worse." And the white haired man walked off of the ledge.

Bela looked into the broken box and saw a shiny metal thing. She picked it up. "There's a key." She looked around and saw only one option. "It must fit that door. I'm coming sister..." And so she left the rain and walked through the door to find Her.