For the first time in her life, Vera was at peace. She was shrouded in darkness and warmth that enwrapped her entire being. There was no more blood or monsters to plague her now. She was free. She was finally free. The warmth burried deep within her body, through the skin, the muscles, the bone, deep into her very being.

Malysh.

Mama?

Malysh .

Mama ?

Moy malen'kiy angel .

Mama, eto to, chto deystvitel'no ty?

Da vozlyublennoy .

YA tak skuchal po tebe .

My po tebe skuchala . My nikogda ne khotel ostavit' vas , kak my sdelali . Chtoby ostavit' vas na proizvol sud'by dlya sebya.

Mne udalos' . YA vyros zhestkim.

I kholodno. Vy pokhoroneny vse chuvstva do sikh por gluboko vy vryad li znayete, chto chuvstvuyu seychas . I my yego prichinoy. Nam ne udalos' vas .

Kol- Mama ty i papa nikogda ne podvodil menya . Nikogda . Vsyu svoyu zhizn' ya voyuyu , potomu chto ya ne mog borot'sya za vas .

Ni odin rebenok ne dolzhen VGA borot'sya . Yesli provesti svoy zhiznennyy boyevyye deystviya. I ya zhelayu Bogu mozhno, nakonets, ostanovit'sya.

Mama ?

YA zhelayu vam mozhet priyti domoy , no ty yeshche ne gotova.

Mama , ne ostavlyay menya . Ne raz, pozhaluysta .

My tak gordimsya toboy Vera .

Papa , net!

Bud' sil'nym Vera , i otpustil.

Net.

Otpusti .

She did. She let go of everything, allowing the warmth that had worked its way through her entire body to take control. It grew hot, unimaginably hot. It consumed her all, encasing her, engulfing her, making her stronger. The fire surged through every nerve of her body, ignighting it like a match to gasoline. The combustion coursed through her body until there was only one course of action left to take.

Vera's eyes snapped open. She inhaled deeply, instantly greeted by a rush of cold air taking course through her lungs. She breathed heavily, staring into the darkness that still surrounded her. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest. She could feel it not only through her chest, but in her ears as well. She placed a hand over her heart, feeling the raging muscle through her fingertips. But what she didn't feel...was pain. Not one single ounce. Nothing from the crumpled bones, nor the dozens of lacerations, nor an ach within her skull. She felt no signs of injuries throughout her entire body. No ragged gashes from claws, or puncture mark, not even a broken bone. It was as if the events of the past few hours were nothing more than a horrible nightmare.

But it wasn't. It had been real. She remembered every slice of claws, every bone that broke, every agonizing beat her heart made to keep herself alive. And she felt it when her heart finally stopped. So how was she alive now?

"Hello?" she called. Her voice echoed closely around her, bouncing off metallic walls. She frowned and reached into the darkness. Her fingers brushed against a cold, metal surface no more than four inches away on either side. She reached above her stomach, finding another metal surface. A box it seemed. "Hello!" She reached above her head, finding another wall, but this had a little give. She pounded against it, bending it with one strike. Her fist sent an a clap of thunder echoing through her box. The lid shuddered with every beat of her fist until it gave way, bursting open.

Beyond the box, the outside was barely lighter than the box she was in. From inside, Vera found herself in the morgue. She rolled onto her stomach and reached out. She took hold of the edges and pulled her cart out from the box. The metal shrieked as it rolled into the open air. The box rolled out and came to a stop. Vera sat up and surveyed the morgue. Main power was off, leaving only the back up lights on. They were stationed on the walls every few feet and gave off barely a sufficient amount of light, but it was plenty for Vera. She hopped off the cart, her feet touching the cold floor. The morgue was empty, save for her, and given that she had just woken up from death and now stood naken in the middle of the room, it suited her just fine.

Vera walked toward the door and caught a glimsp of herself in the mirror. She paused and tooked back. The infection beneath her scars had disipated and the scars themselves were barely noticable. But beyond that, there was nothing. No scars, no cuts, nothing but blood. Whatever had happened, the doctors must've only managed to remove the mangled remains of her clothes.

A deep growled echoed outside the room, breaking her line of thought. Vera spun around, facing the door. The grunts came closer, faster. Vera looked around the room for a weapon. Anything than being weaponless. Her eyes fell on the dented door. Vera sprinted across to the door just as a Hell Knight burst inside. Vera snapped off the door with ease. She spun around and hurled the door like a frizzbe. The hunk of metal spun as terrifying speed and sliced through the Hell Knights throat, several its head from its body. The head tumbled from the body and rolled across the floor. The body collapsed in a bloody head, blood spilling over the tile floor.

Vera exhaled slowly. She blinked and stared at the dead infected. Had she really just killed it with only a shard of metal. The door and given way with ease when she had pulled it. And the way ot soared across the room, there had to have been more force than what she believed.

Vera stared back at her reflection and shook her head. He did it. "You just couldn't let me go, could you?"

She moved away from the mirror and to the laundry hamper. She rifled through the bin until she found a suitable pair of black scrub pants and a long sleeved undershirt to wear. The sleeves fell down to her wrist and clung to her body. The pants were too big, but the drawstring fixed it easily. Donning her knew, though still bloodied, attire, Vera stepped out into the hall.

okay I lied...this is the last chapter, but there's still another fic so fear not! if there are spelling errors I blame the site!

translations:

Little one Malysh

My little angel. Moy malen'kiy angel .

Mama, is that really you? Mama, eto to, chto deystvitel'no ty?

Yes sweetheart. Da vozlyublennoy .

I've missed you so much. YA tak skuchal po tebe .

We've missed you. We never meant to leave you the way we did. To leave you to fend for yourself. My po tebe skuchala . My nikogda ne khotel ostavit' vas , kak my sdelali . Chtoby ostavit' vas na proizvol sud'by dlya sebya.

I managed. I grew tough. Mne udalos' . YA vyros zhestkim.

And cold. You've burried every feeling so far deep you hardly know what to feel now. And we caused it. We failed you. I kholodno. Vy pokhoroneny vse chuvstva do sikh por gluboko vy vryad li znayete, chto chuvstvuyu seychas . I my yego prichinoy. Nam ne udalos' vas .

No. Mama you and papa never failed me. Never. All my life I've been fighting because I couldn't fight for you. Kol- Mama ty i papa nikogda ne podvodil menya . Nikogda . Vsyu svoyu zhizn' ya voyuyu , potomu chto ya ne mog borot'sya za vas .

No child should hav to fight. Should spend their life fighting. And I wish to God you could finally stop now. Ni odin rebenok ne dolzhen VGA borot'sya . Yesli provesti svoy zhiznennyy boyevyye deystviya. I ya zhelayu Bogu mozhno, nakonets, ostanovit'sya.

Mama?

I wish you could come home, but you're not ready yet. YA zhelayu vam mozhet priyti domoy , no ty yeshche ne gotova.

Mama don't leave me. Not again, please. Mama , ne ostavlyay menya . Ne raz, pozhaluysta .

We are so proud of you Vera. My tak gordimsya toboy Vera .

Papa, no! Papa , net!

Be strong Vera, and let go. Bud' sil'nym Vera , i otpustil.

No. Net.

Let go. Otpusti .