Gilbert was furious but he knew there was nothing he could do.

"See you soon Da." The man disappeared into the forest with _.

"I don't sense her anywhere, its like her energy is completely gone." Gilbert sprinted back to the hotel.

*knock, knock* Gilbert beat sharply on Elizabeta and Roderich's door.

"What's wrong man... you and _ get into a fight or something?" Roderich answered in a groggy voice.

"No we did not get into a fight. That pipe wielding bastard took her!"

"Who took her?" Elizabeta asked rushing to Roderich's side.

"That crazy mass murderer! He told me to get you guys and meet him at Port 1A if you want her to live a little longer." Elizabeta started to cry.

"So he just took her?"

"I tried stopping him, but if I did anything he would of killed her right then and there." Gilbert said in a defeated voice.

"Well lets go! We don't have anytime to waste!" Elizabeta squeaked in between sobs.

"And get killed. It's obliviously a trap. _ will be fine for now, but we need to think of a plan before we rushed into this." Roderich said adjusting his glasses.

"So what are we going to do?" Elizabeta asked as she wiped mascara from underneath her eyes

"What do you want with us!" _ Yelled. The Russian man turned his violet eyes glaring down at her.

"You got away, I cant let you live Da." he said as he cupped her face in his hand. she quickly jerked away. His face turned cold

"Aw come on don't be that way that way my little sunflower. After all we will be spending a little time together." *If my hands weren't tied I could quickly get out of here...*

"Oh and if you even try escaping, I will kill that little boyfriend of yours Da." He said a smile tugging at his cheeks. _ felt her tears spill over.

"Gilbert don't beat yourself up, we will save her and then were going to get off this island for good." Gilbert looked down

"She is with him. Who knows what hes doing to her."

...

"Here eat..." He said as he cut her hands free. _ turned her head away.

"Not hungry Da?" _ remained silent.

"You will look at me when I am talking to you!" He grabbed her face forcing her to look him in the eye.

"Now eat it." _ looked at the down at the plate, the sandwich hate a gray tinge to it.

"I said eat it." The Russian yelled as he struck her face leaving a deep read mark. _ winced at the pain flooding her face, and slowly pick up the sandwich and took a small bite. It tasted like a dirty gym sock, _ wanted to spit it out but she feared that if she did he would kill her.

"That's a good girl, I will come back to make sure you finished." _ felt the gray sandwich start to come back up and she looked for a place to vomit. In the corner of the small room she was being held in was a wooden crate. _ slowly crept over to it and scraped her food and vomit into the crate, then sat back down on the moldy mattress. _ scanned the room *so he has been living here. This is what my powers must of been trying to warn me about I should have listened.*

"So... how was the food Da." _ looked down and kept quite

"Still not going to talk..." He struck her again digging his nails deep into her cheek. _ felt the blood run down her face, he smiled as he tied her hands. _ could feel the loss of blood flow going to her hands.

_ waited until she knew he was gone and started looking for something

around the room for a knife so she could cut herself free. *If I don't find my something to cut my hands free soon, they are going to turn purple.* _ saw a rusty knife sitting on a small table in the other room and slowly walked over to reach it. Just has her fingers touched the cool blade _ heard a loud thud and the room seemed fade from red to black…