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communicate fascinated it was asking me for help.
    Its thoughts were instant, though fuzzy.
    Help us.
    Help you? If I set you free, you’ll just run around killing people, I said, knowing full well that I couldn’t have helped it escape regardless.
    No. We want to be free…we have had enough. We are tired. You understand. You are like us. We see you are like us. We did not see before. We see now.
    Uh… It was all I could think to say.
    They keep us in this silver room, our powers confined. Help us, and we will help you. We promise…we promise to never kill again if you help.
    The others whined, as if they could hear our thoughts, as if they, too, were agreeing to the Nightstalker’s promise. I was certain I couldn’t trust them to hold true to their words, but I knew that if Alex or Daniel was locked away in Nightstalker form I would want someone to give them a second chance. I would want that chance.
    How would I even get you through that hole up there? I can’t pull you out… I said, making my choice.
    There is another set of levers up top that control the doors out of our cells and into the prison proper. Have you noticed the doors behind us?
    No…I didn’t want to get too close to you, I admitted.
    You are frightened of us.
    More than a little, I said.
    See? You are like us, it said proudly. I didn’t understand its meaning, but I didn’t ask. If you can get up top, you will see the levers. We can make our way out once the doors are open.
    This is the weirdest day in recorded history, I said.
    I wasn’t sure how I could help them escape, or how they could help me, but it was more than I had yesterday. The reason they had decided to seek my help, instead of murder me, was a mystery, but one I wasn’t prepared to puzzle out just yet. The more pressing issue was how to escape. Their help wouldn’t erase the walls between us and freedom. The walls were still a limitation, the silver of the pit even more so. The silver didn’t bother me, but it was an obvious deterrent to the Nightstalkers. We were both limited – me by the fact that I couldn’t control my talents and them by the silver. But our limitations were no reason to think something crazy wouldn’t work. After all, this room had nothing but crazy left in it.
    I’ll do what I can, I promised the Nightstalker. Give me some time to think of something.
    Time is all we have… it thought at me, before it moved away from my hand.
    It turned and padded back to his cell. The others went to theirs and silently waited for me to shut their cell doors again. Low growling started to circle my prison, but I knew they were doing it to hide our planning and keep curious ears from following the unusual silence. It was curiously deceptive.
    I sat down in what light the grate above me offered and started thinking hard about escape. It was the first time in over a month my brain was tasked with something beyond survival. It took a while for everything to get back to full speed, and even though I doubted the stability of ‘full speed’ I was full of purpose.
    Plans based in surprise, stealth and danger circled my head. I finally settled on surprise; it felt like my best ally. Master Limp would never expect tame Nightstalkers.
    I got up and paced the room, daring to pace outside of the circle of light with my increased familiarity of the Nightstalkers. They suddenly weren’t the terrifying death-dealers I had thought them to be. It occurred to me several times during my planning that the Nightstalkers could be in on a ploy to further break my spirit, but I knew the Watchers here didn’t treat Nightstalkers as creatures worthy of plans. They were beasts. They were entertainment.
    My eyes roamed the room as I paced. I searched for an answer to our escape; an escape I planned on making Master Limp instrumental to. I wanted revenge – using Master Limp to secure my escape seemed like a fitting way to take out my vengeance. A timid hope circled through my body as I