Chica's POV

When Chica woke up, there was a dull throbbing in her legs and arms. She opened her eyes, letting great amounts of light in through her irises. Chica grunted through the pain and closed her eyes again, tears gently tracing her temples. 

"Chica . . ." a frail male voice whispered. She knew it was Fred. "Are you alright?"

Her mind could only focus on the pain in her arms and legs. Her throat felt raw, as though she had been screaming for a long time. Her words came out drawn and hoarse. "I . . . my . . . limbs . . . are trash."

"Okay, I believe that's a good thing," Fred remarked. "They aren't broken, and I know that."

Chica squinted against the light and could see the silhouette of Fred's head and beard. "My limbs . . . are . . ."

"Trash," she and Fred said in unison. Chica adjusted to the light before she was finally able to open her eyes. She couldn't remember a thing. 

Maybe Fred knew. "What . . . what happened to make my limbs . . . feel like crap?"

"You were sliding down a falling building as you searched for Jonathan--"

A sudden rage filled her up like a flash flood. "Jonathan! Where is he? I need to find him so I can kill him and then I . . . he'll be dead by the time I'm done with him--"

"Shhh, girl," Fred hushed. Chica's wild eyes began to settle. Fred's large hands spread across Chica's cheeks, and looked into her eyes. "Jonathan is being dealt with by Freddy, Bonnie, and Foxy. You don't need to worry, okay? He will be dead when they're done, alright?"

Chica took a deep breath, flushing all her rage out in one exhale. "Alright, I'm calm. What do we do until then?"

"You know your friend Ben?" Fred asked suddenly.

Chica tilted her head. Ben . . . Ben . . . who was Ben? Ben . . . balloons . . .

Ben.

"Ben, yes," Chica said with sudden remembrance. "I know him. He was being tortured by Jonathan, I believe."

"Yes, he was being tortured by Jonathan, but since we can't do much to help the others, we need to plan on how we can save him."

"But we don't know where he is," Chica recounted.

"Or do we?" Fred stared deeper into her eyes.

Chica tilted her head. 

"Chica, you can have visions, right?" 

She nodded. "Yeah, but they happen randomly.

"Stand," Fred ordered.

Chica quietly stood up, her legs shaking with pain. She looked down and found them completely bruised and battered, a few cuts littering the surface. Her arms didn't look any better.

"Good," said Fred. "Now, relax. Try and let in a vision, and try and make it about Ben. Find him, figure out where he is, and tell me."

"How am I supposed to relax?" Chica said shakily. "The city around me is falling apart because of some crazed purple lunatic. And I'm supposed to relax--?"

"Shhh . . ." Fred pacified. "Just focus on what you need to do. Focus on Ben. Focus on where he is."

Chica soothed her muscles and tried to keep silent. Her mind felt like a fog, twirling and writhing in her mind. She swatted at every thick tendril, desperately trying to get it to fade. Instead, it still spread, and it grew. Chica began to feel mentally exhausted, and stopped trying to clear the fog.

And just like that, it all cleared away, and everything was black.

"Good," Fred interrupted, as though he knew her mind had been cleared. "Now, try and think about Be--"

The vision inside of Chica's mind instantly twisted into a vortex. All she could see was colors and splotches of light. Then, it all shifted, forming into a scene. The scene had color for one moment, but it all switched into black and white in the blink of an eye. Chica relaxed, letting the vision take her in. She knew that Fred was talking in the background, but it was only a feeling, and that was that.

She was watching Ben from above, an aerial view. He was much skinnier than before, and his body was covered with deep gashes and bruises. He was still chained to the ground. Chica could only watch with horror as he gasped and panted, an unknown force somehow exhausting him. 

Where is he . . . ? a distant voice called.

Right, his location. Chica allowed herself to drift away from the horrible scene, feeling everything shift and whiz past her. She seemed to break through a ceiling as though it were a cloud, and she was then looking down. Looking down at a building--

But it wasn't a building.

Chica was looking down at the grass of a park, trees shooting up into the air. She looked around, her head pounding with the familiarity of the place.

That was when it snapped.

Ben was hostage under the park. The park where the four had originally met together.

The park where it all began. 

Everything snapped and Chica was back on the grounds of Central Park, panting hard from what she had just seen. Her eyes trailed up and found new pairs of shoes surrounding her. Chica looked up and found Bonnie, Foxy, and Freddy all together. They stared at her with eyes filled with concern.

"Chica . . . we have news--" Freddy started.

"I do too," Chica interrupted. "Ben's in the park. The park we all met together in in 7th Grade. He's there."

"How's it you know?" Foxy asked.

"I just had a vision. He's hungry, he's skinny, he's been beaten, and I have a feeling he won't be able to live through this. I'm scared for him. He's just a kid, he can't go through this kind of torture." Her mind was plagued with another thought. "Jonathan. We need to split up, I guess. Some of us need to stay here and fight Jonathan and the others can go find Ben--"

Bonnie violently shook her head, her gaze taking on a forlorn look. "We can't. We can't fight Jonathan."

Chica furrowed her brow. "What? What do you mean?"

"He's immortal," Freddy said all at once. 

Chica stared with unbelief. "Tell me you're kidding. Please, tell me you're kidding. He . . . he can't be immortal."

"He's immortal," Freddy assured. "We can't stop him, we can't defeat him in any way. I guess we're done for."

Chica looked over to Fred, whose expression was frozen. The only thing that moved was his rapid eyes, casting short changed glances across the grass. 

"No . . ." he murmured. "It . . . it can't be. An immortal Guardian, that has never happened in all of history, or at least how long I've been with the Guardians."

"How long?" Foxy asked.

"Since I was Ben's age. I never told you kids this, but I was the very first Guardian. Ever. I soon found out that one of my friends was a Guardian as well, and together we tried to protect the people of our city, and ultimately, the world." Fred's eyes began to shimmer with incoming layers of tears.

Bonnie walked in slowly. "What happened to him?"

Fred's lips began to quiver, marking the beginning of a deep weep. "He . . . he was murdered by a criminal." Fred's time escalated to a shrill scream. "I WAS THERE! I COULD HAVE SAVED HIM! BUT HE DIED! IT WAS ALL . . ." His voice slid down a soft decrescendo. "It was all my fault . . ."

Chica felt his pain. It rolled within her stomach, whirling in a ball of guilt. "I'm so sorry, Fred . . ." She stretched forward and pulled him into an embrace. He was sobbing  hysterically as everyone layered over him, hoping to sooth him.

"Shh . . . shh . . ." Bonnie soothed, as though she were pacifying a baby.

After the long hug, Foxy mumbled, "So we go right to the park?"

Chica met with Foxy's eyes. "Yeah." She turned to Fred, who seemed okay by now. "Do you know where we're going?"

Fred nodded. "Fortunately, I had the luck of visiting that park in my youth. So that's where we'll go."

The kids gazed perpetually as Fred opened up a wide portal.