"This elevator will lead to the underground department of this place... sort of like a emergency exit in case something like this happened... doesn't seem to good of use now..." he waited for everyone else to board before stepping out of the way. The elevator was very big in case there was droves of people trying to escape.

"After we get to the underground... we will attempt to walk through the sewers... the sewers lead on for miles, but we will only be walking a short distance to the third manhole cover. From there, we escape from the manhole and freedom welcomes those who want it... after that... I will answer the questions you persue..."

The door opened to an underground work station just like the one above. The hooded man walked towards a door and opened it, "Follow... but tread lightly... this elevator has been used before... be on alert..."

The sewers, eh? After running around in alley corners, and escaping police, she had it down. Her worries didn't leave her. She wanted to just run her own way, but she knew she'd have to wait. Stepping out of the elevator, she wanted to just - RUN! Run, and never stop. Just...keep going. She looked back to the others. She would soon escape, and be on her way to freedom, like she was promised.

Jacob set out, following the hooded man. He asked no questions, and for once, didn't think them either. He walked, straight forward with his eyes dead ahead. His body was weak, but when he obtained freedom, he find a resting place. Maybe even take some of these people with him. He'd wished to take them. Maybe even to find them help. He knew he'd have to find Sammie a place to sleep. Syn, a home.. And himself. He sighed, thinking about all of the ones who wished to seek freedom. Would society accept them? Or would they simply gun them down as freaks?

Either way, he wanted freedom.
Jacob continued his walking.

Sammie took a few of the pills, not sure how many of them she was meant to take as she quickly swallowed three. She was so tired that it couldnt hurt. Sammie followed the group of people, walking at the end so that she wouldnt slow down the people infront of her while she waited for the pills to kick in.

She had no idea what she was going to do when she got out of here and was free. The thought suddenly struck her. She might be free of this place, but she wouldnt be free of her nightmares. Sammie understood that she would never really be welcome in society and that all those things she had wanted as a young child were never going to come true. The prefect husband, the perfect children and the perfect house. She wasnt going to get any of these since she couldnt get through a night without screaming her bloody lungs out. She walked slowely behind everyone with a slight frown on her face and she thought about everything she was positive she wouldnt have.

The hooded man walked towards a wall and knocked on it lightly. He looked over at his men and waved them over. The men ran over and took out a plastic block and began running wires towards its. The hooded man stepped away and began waving everyone back, "Step back a bit if you all will..." he said, standing at the opposite side of the large waiting room looking room they were in.

Jacob backed up, along with whoever else decided to. He stared at the wall, which he was sure would explode. He sighed, he wanted one thing for now. Though, he'd never have it, and never speak of it. It stayed afar and astray in his mind and deeper more complex thoughsts.

Through the sewers we would gain freedom. How Ironic. It was actually perfect for us. Now all we must do is get out. Taking one last look In the large bags I find a sniper rifle. Strapping it to my back and grabbing ammo for it I back up with the man. Then I noticed my clothes were covered in the blood of others. I knew needed to get new one after we're out. "Is that how we get to the sewers?"

The hooded man's men stepped back as the plastic explosive erupted in flames which revealed a large tunnel. The smell of raw sewage filled the room as the black ops men took out some flashlights to take with them in the tunnels. The hooded man took out his own light, which was a floodlight, and went into the partially destroyed tunnel. He beckoned the others to follow him as he felt the slimey waters go up to his knees.

Sammies hand instantly went up to cover her nose. "Eww this is discusting" she said as she took a few steps into the water, feeling how slimey and yuck it was as it came half was up her thighs, shivering slightly from the water and the cold moist air. Muttering "eww eww eww" under her breath with each step she took. "How far though here do we have to go?" she asked as she felt the pills kicking in and she began to feel a lot more awake.

"Each manhole cover is about 25 feet..." he said, looking up to show his light on the first one. "In about fifty feet we'll be at our destination..." they continued to walk slowly since the water was filled with feces and used toilet tissue. "Feel free to ask any questions you'd like now... it'll make the time factor a bit less of a hassle..." his men stood behind and in front of them for security reasons.

I follow the hooded man into the sewers. I take the Uzi out as I head in there. I didn't have a flashlight so I figured I could at least protect us. "I got a few questions. One whats your name or at least a name we could call you by? Two where will this lead us to? Three why did you choose to risk your life to save us? Four how long did you plan this out?"

"Excellent questions to start with..." the man said, not turning around and pressing on, "Just call me... 'The Wraith.' My real name won't help any of us at the moment... and I am leading you to my own personal... club... I should say..." he continued to walk. "I have been gathering your kind for the longest time... searching far and wide for the most brutal and trained killers... that's why I let you all out..." he continued to trudge along, "but I'm actually taking you to a vehicle that will take any of you who are still interested in joining me... I have risked my life because I know how it is to be the 'freaks' of society. For people to look down at you like you are scum and locking you away in violent peneteniaries... and me and my colleages have been planning this percise prison break for... damn near four months..."

Sammie thought for a few moments about the answers that 'the wraith' had given them. "Why is it that you have been gathering our kind? Like do you have some special reason behind it other than just because you know what it feels like?" She asked, she really couldnt get her head around why he was helpping them. Why would you feel anything for a group of murders with mental problems?

The man stopped and was quiet for a long time. Hard breathing could suddenly be heard as he growled lightly to himself, "I... know... how... it's like..." he said slowly with pain and anger behind his voice. He loosened his cloak and took the hood off only to reveal the back of his head. He had cherry blond hair that was all the way down towards his shoulders. He had no shirt on as he dropped the cloak slowly to reveal the large numbers 555 tatooed on his back and the words "Wraith" underneath it. It was prison numbers and had many smaller digits around it, showing that he has been to at least fifty different assylums. He put his cloak back on and flipped his hood back up, "My mind... is... frowned upon in society... nobody respects my... art... except... your kind..." and he began moving once more.

I smile. "It sounds as if we want the same things. I could use a place to crash for a while. Throw in a change of clothes and I'll join ya. What'll we be doing exactly? If its killing well I really don't do it. I'm more the kind that likes watching it and covering it up. Zane is the murderer but he likes tourture first." I look up as we pass a manhole. I guess we're about halfway there.

"There are many positions in this... group I have..." he said in a monotone, now trying to keep the demons he created to not show, "We have Informers, Cleaners, Black Ops Attack Forces and many others... I'm not going to bored you with the details since I'm almost positive not everyone would want to hear it... I'll keep all of you informed when and if you decide to join my little... revolution..."

"Well I am in no matter what it is we are doing, I dont really care as long as you can put up with my screaming..." Sammies says, not really as excited as what Trice seems to be. There isnt really anywhere else to go, so somewhere is better than no where she thinks to herself. "And I have already half promised Zane that I would stick with him, so I guess where he goes I go"

I feel with the hooded man leading us that I am no longer needed. Stoping for a moment and closing my eyes Zane takes back over. "Well I'm in 'hood'. I'm sure I can find a job to peak my intrest and talents. I guess I should call you 'sir hood' then." Hood the nickname I gave to the new leader of the group. I never thought it bothered me until now. It being, the feeling of acceptance. For once I finally felt accepted for who I was.

Asara walked along with everyone else. The sounds of there disturbing the water echoing throughout the sewers. He heard them talk about a special club, and a revolution. Art, and dreams were mentioned. Asara wasn't really interested in the conversation. He wanted to play Halo, and drink energy drinks like he used to. Then he remembered his parents, and how they would beat him senseless for no reason. "Willtherebesugarinvolvedinthisrevolution?" Asara asked. That's all he really cared about. The word, the taste, the thought. It all echoed in his mind and almost drove him insane. He had to have it.

Chris had been following silently for the longest time, thoughts of everything he'd done went into his mind, what could he do next. Would it even be a good idea to join this group 'The Wraith' talked about, and why was he called The Wraith, instead of just Wraith. All these thoughts juggled in Chris' mind as the sick smell of human waste coated his body. Yawning quietly he remembered them talking about being accepted in the normal world.

Chris knew he could fake it, he could fake it well, it's not hard. Insanity can be defined by, thinking or doing something that the majority of the population wouldn't do. So, how do the insane become sane, simple, copy them in every way. That Chris had tried once but with the only people around him being insane it didn't work too well. Yawning again he put his right arm up against the wall as support. Looking to his left should and remembering his legs he began to run, the sooner he got to the car, the sooner he was at the surface and the sooner he got to the surface, the sooner peoples shit wasn't going into his body through bullet holes.

He'd ran past the others, finding the second manhole, he'd jumped onto the rusted ladder and pulled himself up out of the sewage. Taking off his shorts he sat on a bar only boxers to keep him clothed. He used the torn shorts to wipe the grim from his leg and inspected the wounds waiting for the others. In his ignorance he'd forgotten to wrap them and knew they would be infected. Cursing under his breath he threw away the shorts and tried to open the manhole but failed, he seemed too weak. "Must be the blood." He muttered to himself as the others came closer.