Let's Escape Together *BOOK 1*

|22194| Norman {Pt. 2}

"Mom..." Ray was the first to speak, his black orbs eying Emma's ankle and Azalea's arm, swallowing down the lump that had formed in his throat, "what happened to Emma's leg and Azalea's arm?"

"It's completely broken," came her coy response, "I did it."

If looks could kill, Isabella would be six feet under.

"Ah, but don't worry; I broke them quite well, so it should heal back perfectly without a scar," she hummed, embracing the whimpering girls, "but they need rest, it'll take a few months to completely heal~" she smirked at the boy, "I hope they're healed by your birthday, Ray..."

"Oh, and Norman?" The boy grunted. "Make sure to give me that bag later, 'kay?"

The children tensed.

"Okay, let's get back to the House," she smiled back at the children, picking up Emma and walking back to the building. Ray outstretched his hand, gently supporting her as she blinked in confusion.

"Ray, I can w-" she protested.

"No," he declined stubbornly, the girl shutting up as he glowered, dropping her gaze. Realising what he had done, he quickly apologised and his eyes softened, the spy stating that he wasn't mad at her.

The girl walked with Ray's assistance - rolling her eyes, all the while - and frowning, her gaze lowered as she ran through all the events that had occurred in her mind.

"Mom?" the children perked up, "what happened to Emma and Azalea?"

"Emma broke her ankle, and Azalea's wrist is twisted," she stated sweetly before slamming the door behind her.

~TIMESKIP~

Azalea couldn't believe the story that Ray had told her.

Sister Krone was gone, no longer alive in this world... and by tomorrow night... Norman too?

Her arm that hurt so much before didn't hurt now. In fact, she couldn't even feel anything. No pain in her leg, no feelings. Just plain old emptiness. She directed her gaze to the door as the said boy stepped in, a small smile on his face as he wandered over to her bed.

A comfortable silence hung among them as he seated himself next to her bed. His blue orbs cast a fleeting glance to her injured arm.

"How is it?" his voice was soft and gentle.

"It's fine," her voice cracked. He was alive now... he was right in front of her, breathing... he clenched her hand gently, his thumb gently caressing hers as tears threatened to fall. His hand was so warm... and yet...

"It's fine, all she took was the rope," he hummed, drawing the girl out of her thoughts, "she didn't figure out our true plan... your arm and Emma's leg will heal; you'll be able to escape. Isn't that great?"

She shook her head, unwilling to let the tears fall.

She didn't care about that right now.

She hung her head as the door clicked open, the girl's eyes widening upon seeing Emma on crutches and Ray at the door. She blinked away the tears that had formed at the corner of her eyes and gazed at Emma's leg suspiciously.

"Your leg..." she muttered, ignoring Ray's concerned gaze.

"We're not going to let you die, Norman," he eventually spoke, determination clear in his voice, "escape by yourself tomorrow afternoon."

Norman blinked once.

Then he blinked again.

"Sorry, but I can't do-"