Hi guys!! I was gonna post Chapter 2 on Saturday, but I was asked to make the chapters shorter for easier reading, so I figured I should post them more frequently then. :) So here's chapter two! Enjoy!! Let me know if this length is good for you guys, and I'll post the next half on Saturday! :)

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Weezie wasn't really sure if this was the best thing to do. Perhaps if she were a medic there would be some thing she would know better and do. But she wasn't a medic, and the not-actually-dead buck wanted to get on his feet, so she helped him. Once standing, he staggered away from Weezie, losing his balance and catching himself heavily against the strong wooden door. He grunted, feeling for the doorknob.

"It's locked," Weezie said flatly as he found it to be true.

"Uuuugh," the buck groaned, rolling his shoulder along the door to rest his back against the wall. He stayed still for a moment, breathing heavily with his eyes closed.

"I was trying to dig out…?" Weezie offered, gesturing in the direction of her hole.

"No," he gingerly shook his head. "That would take too long and be too noticeable. I'm gonna break the door down."

Weezie widened her eyes in surprise.

"Um, I hate to be a downer but you can barely stand. How's that going to work?"

"It's gonna have to."

The buck pushed himself off the wall. Taking deliberate steps to keep his balance he turned to face the door. Weezie cringed as he threw himself against it, immediately crumpling to the ground with an agonized moan. He half curled into a ball, reaching his hands up to grab at his face. He stayed that way a moment braced against the pain as Weezie ran to his side.

"Are you alright?" she asked, gently grabbing him by the shoulders.

"Yeah," he grunted, rolling over and attempting to rise, one hand still clutching at his brow. "Help me get up again."

Weezie grabbed him under the arm and lifted up as he used the wall for extra support.

"Maybe there's a better way we can do this," she said, looking doubtfully at her half-conscious companion. The buck grimaced at the door.

"It's gotta come down somehow," he said, mostly to himself.

"Well, my mother says the best way to take a door down is by breaking it at the hinges," Weezie began, wondering why she hadn't thought of that sooner. The buck squinted down at her in confusion.

"Your mother?"

"Well, my uncle was in the army!" Weezie replied defensively, as though that might explain it. "Maybe you could just try kicking the door down?"

The buck slumped more heavily onto Weezie.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to hit it hard enough without falling over first," he said with a frown. "But I can still try,"

"Well, maybe you could lean on me!" Weezie said. "I'm strong! I can probably keep you upright and you can just kick away."

"I guess we can try," he said doubtfully, his head dropped to Weezie's shoulder and he closed his eyes to ride out a wave of pain.

"Alright, whenever you're ready," the stocky doe said, bracing her feet and adjusting her grip on the buck's torso.

"Right." The buck's eyes opened as he lifted his head up again, taking a quick determined breath.

With one arm over Weezie's shoulders and the other out for balance, he leaned back on her, lashing out at the wall with a powerful kick. With how dark it was Weezie couldn't tell how effective the blow had been, but she was soon distracted by the buck preparing for a second try. It landed harder this time, the hinge breaking under the impact and swiveling off the last remaining screw. It was all Weezie could do with a shout to not tumble back from the momentum, clinging to the buck that had gone practically limp in her arms. She lowered him to the ground, sitting beside him so he could lean against her for support. He groaned, lids half closed as he rolled his head off to the side.

"It worked!" Weezie said, patting his shoulder encouragingly. "One down two to go."

The second hinge went much like the first, Weezie helping the buck to his feet once he was ready and holding him steady. It took him three kicks to break it from the wall, but the sturdy hinge holding on at the top showed no signs of budging while the two rested on the ground.

"Can you even kick that high?" Weezie asked, looking dubiously over the buck's head.

"Usually," he replied without opening his eyes. Weezie frowned.

"Hm." She turned her head to try and look down at his face, rubbing her cheek across his forehead. "I forgot to ask, what is your name?"

"Percy?" He replied, half opening one eye and squinting up at her.

"Hu. Well nice to meet you, Percy," she said. "I don't know if you heard me earlier but my name is Weezie,"

"Weezie?"

"Yup. I don't really know why they call me that, but it's a nickname,"

"Oh," Percy grunted.

"My name is Louise but no one calls me that. I just go by Weezie."

She paused, the only noise in the cell being the buck's uneasy breathing.

"Do you have a nickname?"

"Squirrel?" Percy offered after a moment of thought, "I don't ever go by it, my brother just calls me that sometimes since I tend to be forgetful and have red fur."

"Oh, you have a brother?" Weezie asked in surprise as Percy shifted and let out a sigh.

"Hm," he hummed in response, squinting up at the last hinge holding them back from freedom.

"I don't know if you're strong enough to pull this off, but I'm thinking if I can push off you I might be able to reach that high."

"Well," Weezie said, adjusting the arm she had around his back so she could shift to more easily look at him, "I am pretty strong."

"Good," Percy grunted as he moved to stand.

Getting back up to their feet, Weezie planted her legs firmly apart from each other. Percy's arm went up and around behind her neck, where Weezie held firm to his wrist with one hand and gripped tightly his jacket in the other. Percy took a deep breath and let it out in one short, determined blast.

"Ready?"

"Ready. "

He pushed off the ground and off Weezie, his leg striking out at the upper hinge, but missing it just barely. They both toppled forward from the momentum, Weezie rolling off the wounded buck as soon as possible. He took a moment to recover, dazed from the sudden pain.

"Let's try it again, " he gasped, grabbing at Weezie's sleeve far sooner than she had expected him to be ready.

"You sure?" she asked, helping him to stand up again.

Percy nodded his head, swallowing hard. "I'm running out of time, Weezie. I am going to get you out of here or die in the attempt."

"But- why?" Weezie asked as she adjusted her pose.

"Why?" The buck still seemed a little disoriented, blinking his eyes repeatedly as he adjusted the arm around Weezie's shoulders. "If you're here it means that Daggler intends to kill you. Don't you want to leave?"

"Yes, but I meant why are you helping me?"

"So you don't die?" Percy didn't seem to be understanding her question. He was dressed like one of Daggler's band, the patch showing his rank of Lieutenant stitched onto the shoulder of his jacket. He was one of them; why was he helping her escape? Just out of spite?

"You just, you just want to save my life," she asked for clarification.

"I may as well do something worth doing before I die," Percy forced out between gritted teeth and half panted breaths.

"Well," Weezie said, still not satisfied with the answer, "let's do this then."

The buck's face set in a determined glower, he tried again. Weezie was more prepared this time for the motion she needed to brace for, and was able to be a more solid form for Percy to push off from. He managed to get his foot high enough this time, striking directly on the hinge with a great shout. The hinge snapped, and with a tremendous crash the door fell flat into the hallway outside.

"Yes!" Weezie cried, helping Percy back to his feet as he struggled with the wave of pain from his head and the gash in his leg.

"We've got to move," Percy said between gasps. "The guards will be on us in no time."

"Okay," Weezie pulled his arm back up around her shoulders and held it tight. "Let's go. "

Percy nodded, and the two stepped out of the cell.