The morning is sudden and loud. One bullet in the air is all it takes for me to leap out of bed in fright. The loud noise makes my ears ring as an alarm. Everything else is faint.

Thud! "Ughhh..."

It takes a moment for my ears to hear everything else around me, and the ringing eventually subsides.

"Well good morning to you too..."

Furious, I poke my head up to see Wilford sitting on the end of the bed, tossing his gun around. What the hell was the reason for that?!

"What are you doing in here?! Also, you could've just made me go deaf!!" I hiss.

I look up to see a hole in the roof, which is where Will shot his weapon. Bits and pieces of the roof crumble from the force. For whatever stupid reason he'll decide to claim is something I don't give two shits about.

"It wasn't that loud, you're over exaggerating! Besides, Damien went out, so today it'll be just you and me! Oh goodie!"

Gone out? A confused look crosses my face as I notice that the dogs are still here and pondering around. So, why'd he go out? Where to?

"Why..?"

"That is none of your bloody business!"

I give him an exhausted look as he chuckles to himself. It would really help if I knew but I should've expected that he would have no reason to spill. He wouldn't need to tell me.

"Can you please leave so I can get dressed?" I ask politely.

"What? Then how the hell, am I supposed to spend the day with you?!"

...

"GO! GET OUT! LEAVE, NOOOOW!"

I shove him out the room with a mighty push, slam the door shut and lock the handle with a chair. He jolts the handle around but it won't open, he has no choice but to give up and leave.

"That was rude of you! I'll give ten minutes, okay?! Damn kids..."

I mock him with a higher tone and roll my eyes. I collapse back onto the bed and yawn tiredly. I am DEFINITELY NOT going to use my time wisely...

* * *

After fifteen minutes, I shut the bedroom door behind me and make my way down the stairs. I got into average clothes, nothing too major for an outfit. I don't need to impress anyone.

"Ah, there you are!" Wilford chuckles.

"So, what are we doing today?" I cross my arms. Whatever he has in mind is probably chaotic.

"Do you wanna go outside?!" Wilford jumps with excitement like a kid on Christmas.

My face drops and my hands go to my side. Talking about chaotic...

"Seriously? Me? Going outside?" I ask confused.

Would he REALLY let me outside, even when Damien doesn't want me to? What's his game?

"Eyeaheh!" I can't tell if he's serious or not, but he doesn't seem to be lying, especially when his eyes sparkle with pure delight. He really does want this.

I cross my arms and give him a baka look.

"Are you trying to get on my good side so I can trust you then take my soul power?"

"Huh? Why would I do that?"

I squint my eyes at him, trying to detect his lies but he seems genuinely confused about this.

"It's not good for a kid like you to be locked indoors so I thought I could offer you the chance to run around outside for once. I don't expect you to trust anyone or anything but all young kids need to step outdoors once and a while. How about it?!"

It seems like a genuine offer not just for me but him too. By the way he's putting this. I think I have an idea on him.

"You're the one who wants to go outside, aren't you?"

".................................Yeah..."

As I thought. He wants to go and run about outside but he would still have to keep an eye on me. I should've known. It's Wilford for goodness sake!

"Okay, I'll go outside." I sigh in defeat.

When he wants to be, Wilford can act like an innocent, childish goofball. But he can also be an insane, psychotic lunatic.

"Really, you will?!" He sparks up to so suddenly which forces a small giggle out of my lips.

"Let's not waste bloody time, C'mon!"

I eep as he suddenly pulls my sleeve with a strong force and we run out the door.

The cool air from the outside wind hits me in a breeze which causes me to shiver. But the cool air feels nice,  refreshing. I breathe in the fresh air, and I wouldn't want to prefer it any other way. The feeling of outside has never felt so good before...

"Haha! BUBBLES!!" 

I can't help but laugh as I watch him pull out a bubble rod and blows thin bubbles into the cold air excitedly. He pokes each of the hovering bubbles with the rod but the amusing thing to me, is that the happy aura seems to tell me that everything will be okay. Like there's nothing to worry about.

But, as the breeze blows past, I take a couple steps to the edge of the platform and stare out into the open.

"What's the matter with you?"

I look out to the city in front of us from a great distance. Off in the distance tall city buildings burn and crumble down, the place is completely in ruins! The light mood, seems to suddenly dampen for me.

The crumbling city, red sky, and the only building that is out of town, all of this seems so surreal, and the feeling of danger always creeps up on me once more.

"You don't need to worry. That is how our world works." Wilford chirps.

I let out a sigh and lean my arms on the frames. "That isn't normally how a world should work."

He hesitates, and I see him look at me from the corner of my eyes. Whatever his reasoning is, I don't know how he's okay with this. With the world being the way it is.

"You're just a silly little girl. This world has been like this for GENERATIONS! Get rid of your sour mood! Enjoy the day as it is!" I take one look to see he's gone back to messing around.

I roll my eyes and look out to the open. The wind against my face in a dark world is almost relaxing. I haven't felt that for at least a while. Let alone at all. And as I stare out into the open, my thoughts drift into a different world as well as my focus.

Somewhere in the city, they must be held captive there. Mark, Bonnie, Jack, Signe, everyone. Damien went out to the city for a reason that I don't know of, and all his other Egos could be there too. Scattered or together, I've seemed to pinpoint that all of them must have something to do with this.

The city is where all the Egos could be. I think I should be thankful I'm not forced to run around the streets or evacuate, this building is clearly safe and has a huge distance away from the city's chaos.

Sooner or later, once I'm prepared, I need to get out of here and head to the city. But I don't know the exact location of where they are. That's probably the last thing I need. I shut my eyes tiredly.

Though I'm irritated, the voices of Ethan, Amy, Bonnie, and all sorts of people play in the back of my mind. And that tiny bit of it is still comforting me at this moment. Because, it's them. Time seems to have slowed down and I feel like I'm in my own little world. Gathered with my thoughts and myself.

"You know you're not gonna get anywhere by staring into the sky, right?"

I look back to Wilford giving me a strange look. I smirk. "Maybe you could take time to let your mind drift?"

"What the bloody hell?! That's crazy! I don't have time for that!" He dashes back inside out of sight, and I roll my eyes giggling.

"It seems you pick and choose your moods." I mumble happily.

But I want to use my time wisely. I could have a chance to run. I quickly dash down the steps, past the fountain and out of his sight. I run down the path and notice a tall gate. Silver and shiny. Fancy and brim.

I take a step closer to analyze it, suspiciously. This gate isn't powered by electricity, yet it's locked and closed tight. I put my hand on the gate, it's cold but I don't seem to get any shocks by it. I could probably climb this if I tried.

Past the gate is the rest of the path and the forest from the sight of the trees. I look back behind me, and Wilford is nowhere in sight. I need to figure out how to get to the building that everyone is located at and the right one too before I decide to climb the gate at all.

I take a turn and trot back, defeated. I look up and notice the water fountain, the water looks nice with the way it's turning down. I glance behind that to notice a bunch of flowers. But not any ordinary flowers.

I walk closer to it, and notice that it's a flower bed! Black, red, yellow, blue and purple flowers sprinkle around the back of the house in a strong, beautiful manner. They all stand high and mighty, clearly proud of themselves. I crouch down in front of it and caress one in the palm of my hand.

A lone, bright, green, real four-leafed clover stands tall in front of the garden. The eclipse reflects beautifully on it, making it seem the most special flower of all. And as I feel the clover in my palm, it doesn't feel that ordinary: as a warm feeling of energy surges throughout the entire clover. It's a special clover, not average.

My clover necklace suddenly chimes, and I look down. The charm glows brightly and the energy feels stronger than it has ever before. This causes the lone clover to glow bright as well.

Is the charm and clover connected?

I don't dare want to pick it, as whatever energy is inside could seep away into the ground. And for whatever this connection between the two to be ruined. As for all the other flowers, yet are strong and beautiful but have no special feeling of a power like the clover did.

These flowers are strong, and they look exactly like roses. A black rose, red rose, blue rose, purple rose and yellow rose. Except none of them have prickles on the sides nor do they have the same scent as a rose. They seem to have their own unique touche and smell.

These flowers all stand in an odd manner, and remind me something of special.

"You and every other person are unique, you're special. And I believe that you can stand out and, be, yourself! You already are! You all stand out in a spectacular way in this community of ours, and I love, that!"

I sit down in a cross-legged manner and exhale, a deep breath. I think I should enjoy the flowers as they are, but I wonder what I could do with my time...

* * *

"What the bloody hell!?"

I giggle at his slight reaction as I place a crown atop his head. What crown?

"Why the hell did you put a flower crown on my head!? Where did you get this girl!?"

"I made it."

"Excuse me?"

To show him proof, I pull another crown from behind me and take a good look at it. Wilford's crown is black, yellow, red and purple, while mine is black, red, blue and purple.

I place it atop my head and it fits perfectly. Meanwhile, Wilford stares at me blankly.

"....Please don't crush the crown."

"Why would I crush the flower crown? What was the point of making it?"

I merely just shrug. I thought it'd be a nice gift, maybe to lighten the mood, cheer him up, I didn't really know what to expect. The only thing I kind of did expect was him to possibly thrash around or stamp on the crown.

"I never, got a chance to make one like this one is when I was younger. The ones I made when I was younger were shitty damaged daisies. They never worked like these ones did."

He sighs, anxiously. Hand hovering over his gun in desperation. He's still a psycho, but he's still human.

"That's generous of you, but we both can't wear this."

My heart begins to melt. "Why?" Did I just make it for nothing..?

"Do I HAVE to point it out for you?!" He waves his gun around. I let out a eep, my arms shaking. Wilford threatening me is scary, but Damien is far worse.

"It doesn't take a bloody genius to know that these came from outside. Mind you, I'm sure you're well aware that Damien isn't stupid."

I let out a sigh, lowering my head in defeat. "I guess you made your point."

It's a shame, these restrictions barely allow me to do anything without being suspected against his rules. It makes me feel like a prisoner. Wearing the flower crown around Damien would alarm him that it came from outside. The flower bed. And Wilford did have the keys on him so he would be blamed for that.

"You're, you're not a bad kid though. I'll give you that."

I look up at him surprised, and he's holding the crown in his hands gently. To my look of surprise, he chuckles.

"Yeah, I'm crazy and I've probably lost my bloody mind. But you remind me of someone I used to know."

I lower the crown from my head and the mood in the air suddenly got a lot darker. "What brought on this dull mood?"

"It's, it's nothing! But, I wonder what Celine would say about all of this."

That's when I finally understand. He's talking about Celine! He lost her...

"You two were close, weren't you?" I ask warm-heartedly.

"Yeah, I was. She was one of my closest friends. You remind me of her. In whatever stupid way." He sighs.

"I don't think it will be stupid." I say.

He glances down at me, and as a friendly gesture, I kindly smile at him. "Maybe. Maybe not."

"I won't judge, Wilford."

"Wilford?.............. You, you can call me Will." I look up at him honored, and he let's out a chuckle. I never thought he'd allow me to call him Will! Especially since we're supposed to be against each other.

"Okay, Will."

He nods, and gives me a warm glance. There are times when he is a complete lunatic, but there are times when he actually decides to act sane. It's rare and it's normally because of his past attitude, but this is one of those moments I'm gonna want to treasure.

"If you made it this far without giving up or losing entire hope, there's something about you. I can recognize that, but I doubt Damien will. At this point, your tough spirit is similar to Celine's. Tough and strict, yet you will stop at nothing until you've confirmed whatever it is, is completed for the day. But on that other aspect, your kind and warmhearted when you want to be. Just like her."

The heavy moment dares to go on, until we hear a car pull up. Damien has a car? Maybe, maybe not. Whoever it is, Will takes a quick step past me and shuts the door and locks it.

"Go, take your silly flower crowns and go!" He shoves his in my hands, breaking the pleasant mood.

"Silly?!" I'm more offended than worried.

"Just do it." He growls silently, up close and personal to my face.

I feel uneasy about this but I don't really have any other choice but to listen to him. It would be safer and we wouldn't get suspicious in his glance. Obviously.

Will walks to the lounge casually to avoid suspicion while me, on the other hand, dashes up the stairs to the room. I put the flower crowns in the third drawer with Sean's hat and shut it tight.

Whatever that was, Will's little story, it's something special to him. He holds that merely close to his heart. I can recognize that because Will doesn't normally act like that. But, I think he trusts me, at least a little. But why? Are we supposed to be against each other? Or is this something that Will keeps tight and hollow? It could've gone with whatever he was feeling, maybe I reminded him of something with the crown?