Rescue Mission (Demyx or Zexion)
[Hear that banging on your door? It's the middle of the night but the person banging on the door isn't going to go away until you answer it. Don't expect a friendly greeting though. She'll shove you aside and take a couple steps into your apartment before muttering something that sounds strangely like a color and running out again. If you want her to explain what she means by this, you better ask quickly. She's clutching a paper tightly in her hand and she's clearly upset.]
Damn it. Don't do this to me. You can't do this...
[She's muttering colors under her breath. She finally stops at Allen's apartment. Kicking the door down. She's not bothering with knocking. She throws the paper on the ground and stomps into the apartment, heading for his room in the back. She goes inside before quickly coming out. She's going to grab you by the front of the shirt, the first shown of violence she's shown so far.]
Why the hell did you let this happen? [Pointing to the crumpled piece of paper on the ground. There are tears in her eyes but she's set on being angry.] He needed you! I'm not supposed to interfere! Damn it, if he dies...
[The paper reads simply this: Allen's coming back with us. Be happy. You don't have to worry about him anymore.] Fine, if that's the way it's going to be, I'm going too. I won't stop until we're both dead or I'm dragging him behind me. You can sit here and wait. I don't care.
Damn it. Don't do this to me. You can't do this...
[She's muttering colors under her breath. She finally stops at Allen's apartment. Kicking the door down. She's not bothering with knocking. She throws the paper on the ground and stomps into the apartment, heading for his room in the back. She goes inside before quickly coming out. She's going to grab you by the front of the shirt, the first shown of violence she's shown so far.]
Why the hell did you let this happen? [Pointing to the crumpled piece of paper on the ground. There are tears in her eyes but she's set on being angry.] He needed you! I'm not supposed to interfere! Damn it, if he dies...
[The paper reads simply this: Allen's coming back with us. Be happy. You don't have to worry about him anymore.] Fine, if that's the way it's going to be, I'm going too. I won't stop until we're both dead or I'm dragging him behind me. You can sit here and wait. I don't care.