Chapter Fourteen:

Kya was quiet for a few seconds and slowly brought Sam into her Soul Home. Sam looked around, surprised. "Wow..." He murmured. He remembered how Dean described it to him, and it was just like this. "What are we doing here?"

"You said you wanted to know what happened..." Kya explained carefully. "So, here it is. I just... I want to warn you that  you can get hurt here too. I can keep you safe, but... Don't try to touch anything, okay?"

Sam nodded, still a bit mesmerized by his surroundings. Kya sighed and began to show him the memory.

The expanse of white shifted into a smaller, more compact room. It was filled with cages full of children the same age, or younger than, Kya. Kya pulled on Sam's arm, bringing him aside. The door opened and an Eraser came into the room. He was doing a routine check, like every other time.

Past-Kya was sitting in a cage reading a flimsy piece of worn paper that looked like it could be a map. When she heard the Eraser come in, she hid it and breathed steadily, closing her eyes. The Eraser walked past the Past-Kya, he stopped. "What's wrong?" Sam whispered, trying not to let it hear him.

"He thinks I escaped," Kya said in normal volume. Maybe it didn't matter if they heard you or not.

The Eraser opened the cage and immediately, Past-Kya dropped out. She slipped behind him and took his gun and silencer off his waistband. In seconds, two bullets were through his head and the Eraser fell.

Past-Kya jumped back up, closing her cage before taking whatever else she needed off the dear Eraser before following him. She ran down out of the room, and Sam and Kya followed her.

Past-Kya used the dead Eraser's key card to get out, then, created an illusion of herself being an Eraser. There was only one other Eraser on staff, usually the two took turns when doing checks. Past-Kya came next to him and shot him in the neck.

Past-Kya took any bullets she could find on him, and ran.

Past-Kya ran through the halls for several minutes, stopping occasionally to walk past unsuspecting Whitecoats. She made it to a small electricity room and ducked inside. Sam and Kya followed, slipping through the closing door.

Past-Kya used her knife to cut through a bunch of wires, not caring which was important or not. Once she finished, she stepped back out, into a dark hallway filled with panicked men and women.

They scrambled around, trying to look for the electricity room, or waiting for the generator to turn on, but Past-Kya already unhooked the tube to the generator while she was in the electricity too.

"Where are you going now?" Sam asked, watching as Past-Kya slowly and inconspicuously walked down the hall. "Can you even see?"

"No," Kya admitted. "But, I had been planning it for months, so I already had the entire route I needed memorized." Past-Kya turned down a hall and swiped the key-card to walk into the room. It buzzed, the Eraser age stole it from didn't have access.

Past-Kya panicked a bit, but calmed down immediately. She heard footsteps coming down the hall, they were fast and steady. Past-Kya inhaled and listened, then, she barred the person's path, making them walk right into her.

"O--Oh! I--I am sorry," Past-Kya stammered, but her voice was deeper and it sounded like a man's. "It is ju--just so da--dark."

"Quite alright," the woman replied. She had a strange accent Kya didn't recognize.

"British," Kya murmured. She had never even heard a British person until then, and she didn't even recognize the strange accent.

The woman quickly brushed herself off and walked away as quickly as she came. Past-Kya waited until she could no longer hear her heels clanking against the floor before she tried to get into the room.

"Entering Doctor Fiona," the scanner announced, accepting the key card and unlocked the door.

Kya waited a few seconds before slipping into the room. It was large, and the edges of the room was dulling slightly. Sam turned to Kya, "Are you alright?" He asked her, concerned.

"Just... A little tired," she smiled. "We are almost done." Sam nodded and watched as Past-Kya grabbed as many vials as she could, she smashed a few against the floor, but others she carried in her hands. She uncorked a few and threw them into the halls so they could be kicked around by scared scientists.

Past-Kya began to hurry a bit faster, she didn't have a lot of time left, maybe ten minutes, if she were lucky.

Kya ran to the supply cabinet in the labortory, searching frantically for bleach, floor cleaner, hand sanitizer, anything that she could use. Then, she poured it all out the door creating a very disgusting smelly puddle of household cleaners.

As Past-Kya went back and forth, she heard the door bang open, and she gasped. An Eraser got inside. She could hear it's nails clawing the walls and floor in the dark. Past-Kya tried not to breathe. She knew the lighter was just a table away. All she had to do was grab it.

"... Ki... Yah..." Past-Kya stiffened, knowing exactly who entered the room.

After their fight, Grey was so enraged that he was only able to growl those two words at her. And after the Whitecoats transferred their voiceboxes so she could speak again, that was the only word he was able to growl. It was basically torture, being able to only say the name of someone he hated.

"Grey," Past-Kya said softly, slowly moving towards the table with the lighter in the drawer. "Gr--Grey, wa--wait. I--I--I can ex-explain!"

"Ki-yah!" He roared and pounced at her. Past-Kya scrambled for the lighter. She was able to open the drawer, but she didn't have time to stick her hand in. Grey slammed her to the ground, growling, spittle flying at her face.

Sam moved to help, but Kya grabbed his arm, pulling him back. "He could kill you if you interfered! It is a memory and you are human! You would die in an instant!" Kya scolded and Sam stopped, watching hopelessly as the oversized wolf tried to tear Past-Kya to shreds.

Past-Kya kicked him off her, and managed to scramble away. Her wings were out and she assumed a fighting stance, eyes full of danger. Grey growled, his eyes as black as the abyss and lunged at her. Past-Kya side stepped, taking his arm and twisting it. Grey turned and hissed, moving his head down to bite her. Past-Kya let go and stepped back. Just a few more feet and she could have the lighter.

Grey picked a table lamp and threw it at her head. Glass went everywhere and Past-Kya ducked and didn't expect the Eraser to lunge at her as well. He managed to dig his claws into Past-Kya's stomach, and she gasped, wrapping her legs around his torso and moving to sit up. Then, she grabbed a shard from the lamp and dug it into his thick neck.

"Ca--Ca--Can you no--not se--see!?" Past-Kya hissed in his huge ears. "I a--am to--your sister!"

"Ki-yah!!" Grey screamed in retaliation. Grabbing the glass with his ridiculously large hands and yanking it out, not even sparing the bleeding. He reached to where she was and flung her at the desk. Past-Kya's back hit the and her mouth opened to cry out in pain.

Grey stalker over and pressed her to the ground, slamming his fist in her face over and over again. His other hand grabbed fist-fulls of her feather and yanked them out. Past-Kya gasped, blood collecting in her mouth. Her hand grasped the side of the desk, shaking it as Grey tried to beat her to death.

Slowly, but surely, the drawer fell out. Quickly, Past-Kya grabbed the lighter and lit it. She managed to reach down to Grey's feet and ankles, where he had to have stepped if he came into the room. They caught immediately and he roared, moving back, and trying to put it out, but with the hair along his body, it quickly caught to other places. Soon, he was a walking inferno.

He screamed and cried trying to put himself out. He was in so much pain and Past-Kya just stared at him, watching. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and Kya's cheeks too. She controlled a sob in her throat, and closed her eyes, turning away. She could never watch thr next part whenever she went back through her memories, or even had nightmares of it. 

"Ki-Yah...!" Grey cried, reaching out a hand to Past-Kya. He looked in pain, and he looked scared. Grey, her brother, needed help. But, Past-Kya turned, crawling as fast as she could away from him. Her face was hanged up and she was in pain. Past-Kya could've helped him. She could've helped a lot of lives lost that day. But, she didn't.

Past-Kya listened to her brother burn, because she was a coward. She slowly rose to her feet, picked up the lighter she used for Grey and hurled it as hard as she could for the door. The flammable ingredients caught immediately and spread like an epidemic.

Past-Kya used the small window in the laboratory, usually used to vent out the room when the scent of chemicals filled the air. Nothing dangerous to the rest of earth. Just to bring in fresh air. 

Past-Kya hardly got through, but managed it. She took her mangled and beat up wings and began to shakily fly away.

Sam and Kya were still in the laboratory, which eventually faded with the memory. Without Kya actually being there, there was no memory to remember.

They were back in the white expanse and Sam was speechless. "... You killed your brother...?"

"No. He survived."

"You tried to."

"He tried to kill me first," Kya frowned, crossing her arms. Not a lot of people survived the fire, not that she heard at least. None of the experiments did, that's for sure. She supposed they weren't deemed 'important' enough to save. "Anyways, you wanted to know why I kept mentioning a fire. There you go."

"When did that happen?" Sam asked.

"A few weeks before I fell into the roof," Kya sighed. "I was staying in the woods, I could not fly for long, and the night was so nice before that surprise... 'Storm'."

"Did everyone die that night?

"No. A few survived. The fire was just a distraction so I could escape," Kya explained. "I... I am not particulary proud of it, but... I did what I had to do to survive. I would do it again too, if I had the chance."

Sam stared at her, "I understand, Kya."

"No, you do not," Kya shook her head. "I... I do not want you to think I am some... Some monster! I... I had to do it," Kya sniffed, wiping away tears. "I had to do it, Mr. Sam. I..."

"I know, I understand," Sam said, coming to her side. He hugged her tight until she stopped crying and looked at him.

"I am sorry," she murmured.

"Don't be. That... Wasn't your fault. You had to do it." Kya sniffed again, wiping her cheeks. "I... Have a question."

"Yes?"

"Last time you took Dean here, you showed him his... Soul Home? Can I see mine?"

Kya thought for a moment. She was way past her limit, but after that carnage she showed Sam, it would be nice to see his Soul Home. Kya nodded, she waited a few seconds, but soon their scenery changed to what looked like the Impala. Dean was driving in the front, smiling and playing that strange loud sounds he called 'music'.

The outside was just a blur, but that didn't matter, since it seemed like they were driving.

Sam moved to touch Dean's arm, but Kya grabbed it before he could do anything. "No. If he crashed, we'll both die."

"Oh..." Sam took his hand back. "This is cool," he commented, running his hands along the dashboard.

"You have a very active mind," Kya replied. "And a good imagination.

"Thank you?" Kya laughed.

"That was a compliment," she assured. "Are you done?"

"Yeah," He smiled. "This was good. Thanks, Kya."

"My pleasure," she grinned then, ended their contact.

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Sam opened his eyes first. The room was still as light as it was when they went in. He heard shuffling and turned. Dean was in the chair beside them. "Dean?" He stood but quickly regretted it. He swayed and fell to his knees, grabbing onto the wall for balance.

"Sam!" Dean stood, coming to him. "Finally! You two were like that for nearly two hours!"

"Two hours?" He looked at his watch, and realized that it was true. Sam looked over at Kya, who still had her eyes closed, and was breathing heavily. Slowly, she too, opened her eyes. But as soon as she did, she moved and raced for the trash bin.

Kya vomited and then fell to the side, breathing heavily. She wiped her mouth and gave a pained smile. "L--L--Le--Learned m--my le--lesson. Tw--Two h--hours is fa--far t--too l--long..."

"That was reckless, Kya," Dean scolded. "Why were you two in there for so long?!" Kya froze closing her eyes.

"I..." Sam was cut off by Kya.

"He as--asked me if--if I co--could show h--hi--him his So--Soul Home. W--We got... C--Carried away..." Kya lied. Well, half-lied. They did go see his Soul Home.

"Well, be more careful next time, okay?" Dean sighed. "And you're supposed to be resting, Kya."

"I a--am fine," she assured, but he shook his head, not having it at all.

Dean shook his head. "I'll be in the kitchen. We'll be leaving soon," he said, then turned and left her room.

Sam was going to follow him too, but stopped. "You know Dean wouldn't think any different of you because of what happened with Grey, Kya."

Kya didn't answer at first, then she sighed. "You do--do n--not know that, Mr--Mr. Sam. Not f--for sure..."

"Kya---"

"Im--Imagine i--if you k--ki--killed Mr. D--Dean. Or, tri--tried to, wi--wi--willingly." Sam sighed, he couldn't imagine that. Dean was all he had left of a real family, well, him and Cas, but it wouldn't be the same without either of them. "Pl--Please do--do n--not te--tell him, Mr. Sa--Sam..."

"I won't," he assured. "But you'll have to. Eventually."

"I... I wi--will," she murmured. "I... Am tir--tired..."

"I'm sure," he chuckled and moved to give her a hug. Kya's wings fluttered. She still wasn't quite used to hugs. Or touching. Or anything affectionate like that. Sam and Dean tried to help her get situated with it --- they hugged her all the time --- but Kya simply didn't understand it. It always made her freeze up, like he was going to try to kill her, even though she knew he wasn't. He wouldn't hurt her. Not willingly. Not like how she hurt Grey.

"By--Bye, Mr. Sa--Sam," she said to him.

"Bye, Kya." He smiled and then left the room.

Kya climbed into the bed and sat in silence for a while. She thought about what happened and how she had lied to not only Dean but also Sam. She told Dean that they were just in his Soul Home, which wasn't completely true. She told Sam that she would eventually tell Dean how she burned down the School, which wasn't true at all.

Kya didn't like lying. It made her chest feel... Wrong. Like she was holding in a sneeze. But at the same time, if lying kept Sam and Dean from asking questions and continued to love her, then she wouldn't tell them the whole truth ever.