Alana watched him as he left then returned to watching the snow.

Abruptly, a bakery parallel to the house Alana was situation in exploded, arousing flames and plumes of smoke which pushed back the cold air. Screams of rage and fury then filled the air, followed by crazed citizens which ran through the streets, all holding various weapons - all coming from the smoke which was formed from the explosion.

Alana watched, her eyes still dead but she watched the events unfold unaffected.

Two men moved out of the smoke, throwing numerous rocks through the air, some hitting Alana's tightly closed window - nor denting or shattering the tough glass. "Rid of the humans!" One of them shouted, picking up a brick and throwing it at a nearby shop, "Rid of them!"

Alana continued to watch with empty eyes.

Abruptly, two soldiers moved from around a building, brandishing electrical batons and pistols - which had been drawn, ready to fire. "You're under arrest." One of the fully clothed soldiers said, running forward at the man which was throwing the rocks - cracking the baton over his head fiercely.

As the man was thrown to the ground, blood pouring from his head he groaned, rolling over as he spat at the ground, "The humans destroyed this world before! They'll do it-" He was shot in the head by one of the masked guards, before being dragged away through the smoke.

Alana watched these events with an unchanging expression.

Soon after, a fire engine reeled up to the flaming wreckage, dousing it out with water instantly, before clambering into the wreckage, moving bricks from the road. Abruptly, Alana's door clicked, before opening as two soldiers strolled in, visors covering their face. Unintentionally leaving the door open, they moved over to Alana. "Room check." One said, still standing there - eyes drilling into Alana's back as the other turned, and began rummaging through her lounge, draws and under furniture.

Alana didn't look back at him. "Please close the door... it's cold out..."

The guard which was looming over her dismissed what she said, before pushing her aside, "Get to your feet." He moved out a metal detector, placing his electrical baton on the coffee table near their legs. The other soldier concluded his search and stood at the door.

Alana didn't move.

"Get up!" He repeated, his hand on her shoulder, he threw her to the ground, "Up!" He repeated, the other guard staring at them both intently, his hand gripping his baton.

Alana fell to the ground and stayed there.

"Get the hell up!" He repeated, the other guard moving forward, ramming his baton into her waist, repeating the horrid action twice, before taking a step back. The guard which was shouting at her, grabbed her elbow, pushing her into the lounge chair nearby. "Up!"

Alana looked at them with dead eyes. "If I don't will you kill me...?" She asked.

"We'll do much worse." One of them snarled, his eyes flashing beneath his visor as he pressed a hand on his mask, a button pushing down which was under his finger. "We're going to need some backup." He glanced at Alana, pulling his baton from the coffee table, before crashing it into her face, "Uncooperative prisoner."

Alana's head snapped to the side and she spat out blood and sighed. "If you're not going to kill me..." She slowly stood up.

"The Professor Clarene might say you ain't a prisoner, but I know what you are - you're evil!" He shouted as he smacked the baton across her face again, before ramming it into her stomach before finally recoiling from the bruised girl. "We're done here." He nudged his accomplice, ushering him out of the room before pressing the button his helmet once again, "Discard the backup, we're fine." He gave a mutter, before closing the door behind him, both of them moving over to the bakery wreckage.

Alana winced in pain as she slowly stood up again from being knocked by the blows and she looked down at herself and felt her face, she was bruised badly and she had blood in her mouth, she spit it out and went back to the window.

Victor awoke after a few hours, the first signs of dawn beginning to set in - streaks of sunlight bursting throughout the maroon colored sky, mingling with the fog and snow. He gave a satisfied yawn as he came to his feet, flinging himself from his bed as he shuffled out of his room - still dressed in his elegant, gothic attire. He gave a glance out the window, watching the snow slowly fall as he exited the building. He had slept for much longer than anticipated and was meaning to check on Alana.

Alana stared out the window, not caring that she was beaten and bruised.

Victor looked at the bakery wreckage, cautiously moving past it as he ran toward Alana's small flat, calling out her name as he knocked on the door. "Alana, you there?"

"I'm here..." Alana called.

Victor took out a blue card from his front, coat pocket, slipping it into a metal slot on the door. After a few second, a hissing sound emanated from the walls and the door clicked open. Seeing her bruised badly, he dismissed closing the door, scurrying over to Alana. "What happened?" He said, his eyes rather large.

Alana didn't look at him, continuing to stare out the window. "Two men... soldiers... came in for a room check... when I didn't stand up he beat me... I stood up and they beat me some more... calling me a prisoner and evil..." There was no emotion in her voice, she spoke like it had happened to someone else, completely factual, no emotion.