I charged out of my blackened room and past the open kitchen door where Midnight and the hounds were sitting.

"Indigo?" Zachariah rose from the table, having seen the angered look on my face. I assumed the rest of the hounds and Midnight had probably convinced him to stay back, for no one seemed to be following me. I stormed past the wailing prisoners and to the girls' cell, a low growl rising in my throat. As the door opened, the lights clicked on, but this time it didn't bother me because of the darkness that covered my eyes. Robin and Portia quickly woke up at my entrance. I unlocked Portia's chains from across the room and threw her body against the wall, holding her up with an invisible hand while I raged in my way over to her.

"How did he find us?" I yelled, squeezing my fingers together so she couldn't breathe. I'd lost all sense of logic, not even remembering that they didn't know about my dream at all. She mouthed that she didn't know, which I honestly knew she didn't, but I really didn't care. All I needed was to take out my frustration on someone else.

I let her fall to the ground gasping for air. I screamed in frustration and the door shut simultaneously as Robin's cuffs shattered into pieces. Robin immediately set off towards Portia, scampering as quickly as she could across the grimy, cement floor. I turned in time to see her and threw her against the wall, a crack echoing out. I could've gone further and injured her more, but I stopped. I wouldn't kill her, at least not before I had some fun.

I screamed and laughed, the lines blurring together in my fit of madness. I picked up a scalpel and began to rip apart their flesh in every place that wouldn't end their pathetic lives.

"Trust me, girls," I offered them a crazed smile as the floor and I both began getting soaked in blood, "You aren't going anywhere, not while I'm here." A few seconds went by, but the only sound I could hear was the slash of the blade and my own psychotic laughing. I looked down and suddenly realized that both of the girls were laying on the floor in front of me, nearly passed out. I looked down at the knife in my fingertips and wiped the blood off with my other hand.

"I don't know what the Amethyst find so interesting about you anyways," I wiped some of the blood off my cheek, "I just think you're kind of, I don't know, messy." I looked back to their bodies.

"Like I said," I sighed, "You're not going anywhere so long as I'm here." A small voice echoed from behind me.

"Then don't be here anymore." I whirled around to see Sophie wielding a small pistol in her pale, shaking hands. I shook my head and glared at her through the drying redness on my face.

"I knew you weren't truly one of Midnight's," I saw Robin open her eyes and nudge Portia. No. I needed to get rid of Sophie as soon as possible. If they thought they had a chance against me, they would take it and as much as I hated them, I thought they could still be useful, so killing them was unnecessary.

"You're right," Sophie said blatantly, "And I never want to be."

In the next second, there was a blaring pain in my right shoulder, and my feet had flown out from under me. My skull hit the floor, an awful pain coming from the back of my head. I stared up at the ceiling in shock. I'd never been shot before, and I'd always assumed that I wouldn't be. Sophie's face came into view above my head and she bent down to whisper to me.

"For your sake, I hope that Lucas was right. I really do hope that they can save you." She exited my vision. What? How did she know what Lucas had said? That had been a dream, she couldn't have possibly known. I quickly realized that it didn't matter right now as the bullet in my shoulder gave me a painful reminder of its presence. I winced and decided to just listen to them for now. I heard the distinct light tone of Sophie's voice over the throbbing in the nape of my neck.

"Come on guys, eve gotta get you out of here. Now," she urged. Portia limped over to her and Sophie held her up so she wouldn't fall. A pang of guilt suddenly washed over me. No, that wasn't possible. Hounds weren't supposed to feel guilt. No. The blood loss must've been affecting me enough for her to start coming back through. It terrified me to know that I wasn't in complete control, but I doubted I'd been hurt enough for her to take over again. I tried to stay hopeful, but the pounding in my head grew louder and louder.

"Come on, Robin!" Sophie pushed, but Robin paused right in front of me, an anger-filled glare in her face that I could only assume was meant for me.

"Just give me a second," she spat. They both stopped in the doorway, "I need to deal with her first." She pointed down at me. I cringed. I guess some part of me had known that this was coming, but I still wasn't ready to be towered over and beat.

"No, Robin, whatever you're going to do, don't. It'll stay with you forever," Sophie tried to convince her. Robin's mouth twisted into a snarl.

"I don't care," she brought her boot up and kicked me hard in the ribs. "I hate you." Another kick landed, this time much more harsh.

"I." A kick in the stomach.

"Hate." On the arm.

"You." Once more in the ribs. A nasty crack filled the air, and a muffled cry escaped my lips. I could feel at least two ribs crack. Robin's anger didn't dwindle out, it only seemed to grow. The kicks began getting stronger and harsher each time.

"You." Another jab at my already fractured ribs.

"Should never." On my leg, twisting it in an unnatural direction. I cried out, not caring if it would just satisfy her rage or not.

"Have been allowed." Hard on the cheek. Jarring my teeth and smashing my head back against the cold ground.

"To wreck my home." On my nose, probably breaking it. Blood ran down my forehead to my lips, the taste of iron making its way into my mouth. My cheek was covered by a large gash that ran down my face from just below my eye and was sure to scar. She smashed he foot into my stomach again, and I felt a pain that I never had before. I let a tear fall down my face against my better judgement, letting her know that she really was breaking me the same as I'd done to her. Flashes of red began to appear at the edges of my vision.

"You were never really on our side, were you?" A look of disbelief crossed her face. "Midnight just sent you to us so he could have a spy, didn't he?" I didn't respond. How could I? I could barely even hear her now, the pounding was so strong. I knew what was going to happen: she was coming back, and I knew I couldn't stop it at this point.

"You know what?" Robin crouched down so I could hear her. "He deserves you. You know why?" It was all I could do to keep my eyes open through the red haze. "Because all you'll ever be is a traitor, Indigo." She kicked me again and I felt my ribs snap clean into two pieces.

That was it. I broke. I screamed louder than I ever had in my life. It hurt. Everything. I tried to right myself and crawl away from her, but Robin kicked me yet again and I collapsed face-first onto the dirt covered cement. I couldn't breathe. I started coughing, trying to get air, even a little, into my lungs, but instead, I just saw a dark red liquid seeping out of my mouth and onto the ground beginning to pool up.

     "Robin! Stop it! Don't you see what you're doing? You're going to kill her for God's sake. Robin, stop!" Portia was crying, but it didn't seem like it was from the pain. "Please," she pleaded.

     Robin gave me one more death glare before joining Portia and Sophie. Portia and Robin turned to walk out, but Sophie hesitated, looking down at me.

     "Come on, Sophie. You said it yourself, we have to get out of here!" Portia tried to get her moving, to no avail.

     "Hold up, guys," Sophie walked towards me cautiously. She looked at me closer, probably seeing the internal struggle to keep dominance in my head. And then I lost the battle: she broke through

     And suddenly she wasn't she, she was me. What I saw in front of me were my best friends. I'd hurt them, broken the friendship we had beyond repair. A sob escaped my mouth, muddled by the blood that was coming up.

     "God. Oh god..." I trailed off into tears that cleared away some of the blood, but also silent shaking that made me wince. All eyes widened.

     "Is that-" Portia stopped in the doorway, "Is she-?" I nodded. Regret washed over Robin's darkened features as the others crowded around me. I was close to blacking out, barely able to hear the quiet, but grim voices over me.

     "Is she going to be okay?" I could just hear Portia's whisper. I saw Sophie shake her head. Robin had made her way over and was busy wiping her own tears away.

     "You aren't dying today, Indigo," Robin looked around frantically and her eyes settled on the tray of gleaming instruments. She threw them all of as fast as she possibly could. "Help me get her up." She commanded. Sophie and Portia seemed to be frozen and just stared at her. "Now! We don't have the luxury of time, hurry up!" The two jumped out of their daze.