It wasn’t as hard to break out of the cell as she’d originally thought (after she’d regained consciousness, of course) especially because, despite the electrically wired iron bars, she could still bring down the walls on either side to escape.
She had been there before, many times, and hadn’t expected to be back, but there she was. She slipped into the first room at the bottom of the stairs and immediately went to the closet; one of her costumes was there, as she expected. Sort of thought he’d throw it out. As she changed, she realized that Soshi’s office hadn’t changed at all.
Attempting to shake herself of the memories, she started down the hall, stopping only when she noticed blood in the lobby. Slowly, she approached the body the flood had come from, stooping only to touch his face.
He was still breathing, she realized, and if he got the proper medical attention, he would live. Her eyebrows furrowed a bit as she tilted her head toward his face, considering what action to take.
“Will you marry me?”
She blinked at him for a moment, crossing her arms beneath her bosom before she finally said, “Are you actually asking, or is this a theoretical situation?”
“It could be both.” He said, crossing the room to meet her.
Danielle scoffed. “Not a very romantic proposal, if you ask me.”
“Alright, then it’s theoretical!” He said, puffing out his cheeks a bit. “You’re so picky…”
Her fingers gently caressed his face. “And you’re so young. Maybe after a little while, alright?”
His eyes softened. “…after a little while.”
“And we’ll talk about it.”
His attempt not to grin was thwarted when she smirked at him. “Alright.
She sighed, caressing his face again before she closed her eyes, almost exasperatedly. Slowly her palm traced his cheek and his forehead, stopping only when it was directly over his nose and mouth. With her index finger and thumb, she gently squeezed his nostrils shut as her palm covered his mouth. He struggled weakly for a few moments, his eyebrows drawing together in distress as his fingers clenched and unclenched before his body ceased its convulsing and he lie still on the cold ground.
“An eye for an eye.” She whispered, glancing back at the cell that formerly held a murderer, its floors and ceiling caked with dried blood, before standing and starting towards the ladder that led to the rooftop.
There was another trail of blood on the floor leading to the opposite door, which was a much longer route to take to the rooftop, and she knew whose blood it was immediately, and who had injured Soshi in such a way. Her fist connected with the locked door to the roof for only a moment before it blew in and allowed her to gain access to it.
