Trigger Warning: mentions of blood, stabbing, and fatalities, anxiety attack.

Virgil's P.O.V.
It was exactly like the reading I received a few days prior. The blinding white surroundings went black, leaving me in complete darkness. I felt like I was falling, seemingly for hours, then I stopped, feeling as though I hit the ground. I knew exactly what was happening. I knew where I was. And yet, as per usual, I panicked.

Taking deep breaths in an unsuccessful attempt to calm myself, I tried to stand. I couldn't. The sound of rattling chains filled the air. Panicking even more, images began flashing through my vision, flashbacks of my death. Once more I could feel the stabbing pain in my stomach, feel the blood on my hands, feel the arms around me, the tears on my face.

With the last bit of control over myself I had, I tried to scream. Not a sound escaped my mouth. I sat in darkness, crying to my fullest extent, shaking with fear, eventually not even knowing what I was doing, or where I was, or if I was every going to see my family again.

Patton's P.O.V.
My eyes fluttered open, though I saw nothing. For a short moment I was confused, thinking maybe I had woken up in my bed in the middle of the night. Then memory after memory flooded my thoughts, reminding me of my murder, the afterlife, and the dark room I was supposed to end up in. I didn't even try to move or speak, knowing that a cloth was over my mouth and my hands were chained.
   
A quiet cry sounded from my left, which I immediately recognized as Virgil. I tried to fight the image of my poor baby chained up, but I couldn't. Thoughts of him covered in blood, lying limp in Roman's arms flooded my mind, bringing tears to my eyes again.

"Help me!" Virgil screamed, snapping me out of my thoughts. Despite the obvious terror in his voice, I found comfort and relief in hearing Virgil's voice once more. I wriggled as much as I could until the cloth over my mouth fell.

"V-Virgil!" I yelled.

"P-P-att-ton?" he stammered.

"Virgil! I'm here, Virgil, I'm here. Are you okay?"
   
"I d-don't know... There's b-b-blood everywhere, a-and my stomach s-still hurts... D-did sh-she—"
   
"Yes." A long silence followed. It hurt me to think of Virgil, but I cried happily knowing he was alive.
   
"What do we do?" Virgil asked finally, his voice stronger but still shaking a bit.
   
"I don't know." I said honestly. "Wait, I guess. Everyone promised to come find us."

"Well yeah, but how would they even know where we are? We don't even know where we are. It could be days, weeks, months even, before they find us. What do we do when we can't wait anymore?" I frowned.

"I don't know... I wish Logan was here. He would know exactly what to—"

"Did you forget about his curse? Decreasing logic?" We were running out of options quick, and it appeared for a moment that our situation couldn't be much worse than it already was. Until light flooded the room.

"Camille!" I yelled, seeing the dark figure standing in the doorway.

"Excellent job, Curiosity," said a disembodied voice, one that I had only heard once before during the reading with Rossane. A chill went down my spine just from hearing it. "You have successfully completed your missions. You are of no use to me now." Camille then fell forward as if she had been shoved, falling face-first to the ground. A dimly lit candle, a plate of bread, a full water pitcher, and a key were placed on the floor, and the door slammed shut.

Camille's P.O.V.
The door shut as I tried to sit up, my head hurting from hitting the floor and exhaustion suddenly washing over me. For one split moment, I caught a glance of my hands in the dim light, and I gasped. My hands were not pitch black; they were a peachy color, tanned orange by the candlelight. With whatever strength I had left in me, I pushed myself to sit next to the candle.

For the first time in weeks, it was me I saw in the dim candlelight. The hands and arms and legs I saw were no longer as dark as the night sky, but were at last the pale and peachy color I had been given upon creation.

But my relief did not last long. I suddenly could remember all these horrible things I did in detail. With my senses returning to me, I felt my extreme hunger, fatigue, and thirst. My hearing was no longer muffled, my vision no longer blurred. I could hear the crying and whispering of Virgil and Patton, and I could see them sitting fearfully in chains. I knew how to free them, and I wanted to as well, but I hesitated to move towards them. All I could think when I looked into their frightened eyes was the Revival Sword I once wielded.

Still, despite the bittersweetness of the moment, I forgot about myself and focused every bit of my energy into grabbing the key, crawling over to Virgil and Patton, and freeing them. Starting with Patton, who was closer to me, I unlocked his chains and cuffs and pulled the cloth off his head, then proceeded to do the same with Virgil.

"Thank you!" Patton exclaimed gratefully. He stood clumsily and ran to Virgil, pulling him into a tight hug. Both of them cried, Patton whispering something to Virgil every once and a while. There was something sweet and tragic about the way they both seemed to suddenly be at ease and yet be more terrified than ever. My guilt was slowly more and more overpowering. My guilt was and is, as I often ironically say, like being stabbed in the stomach.

Virgil's P.O.V.
I was hyperventilating as Camille unchained me. It was odd, because I was panicking but I was alive and a little less imprisoned than I had been in the chains. My stomach hurt when I sat up, but I didn't care.
   
I didn't really know exactly what was happening. All I knew was that Patton's arms were wrapped tightly around me, and that he was whispering things to me every couple of seconds. His voice, his arms, they were comforting, and yet a painful reminder of what I had unwillingly ran away from and what I thought I'd never see again.
   
It's funny how you can be relieved in shackles but terrified when you're free. How you can fear death up until the moment you stare it in the face. Or how you can never really love anyone until the last time you see them. Milly's right; nothing really made sense anymore.

A.N.
Hey everyone, I just wanted to say a big thank you to all of you! In the past couple of days this book has gotten a lot of votes and a couple of people have added this to their reading lists and I am so happy about it, I can't even explain how amazing this is to me. All of you are awesome, and I just wanted to make sure you guys knew that.

On a completely different note, I'm currently writing the last chapter, and holy crap guys. First of all, I'm sorry in advance for those of you who don't really like long chapters 'cause the last three chapters are looking to be about 3000 words each. But, the last chapters are gonna reveal some pretty big secrets, open up some possibilities, and be super fluffy. I'm not too great with writing fluff, but it at least makes me feel better 'cause for the past couple days half the stuff I do sends me down a steep and slippery slope of anxiety with a bunch of rocks that are more than likely at the bottom.

Anyway, that's about it for right now. Again, you guys are awesome! Adiós.