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The Wraith continued to walk, seeing him trying to push at the manhole with no success. He looked over at his men and pointed up at the manhole cover slowly with his gloved hand. "We have made it..." he said, turning around to the others, "We will be near the boarder to the States when we get up. This is where all of you have a chance... go and branch out on your own or come with me and join..." he heard his men ajar the manhole cover, showing a bright light over them, "I'm not going to force any of you to join me... this is strictly voluntary... I would enjoy everyones company in this group of mine... and if you do join... I can get you anything you want... revenge, power... I can even cure some of your... diseases... your nightmares... your unwanted urges... I can help you blend in with the society that so crudely turned it's back on you... the choice is left to you now..." and with that he followed Chris outside.

Chris stepped outside, the warm afternoon sun bathed him in a warm orange light. He could tell instantly it was midsummer when he finally got a good look at the sun. Flexing his body he sat down cross legged and waited for the others. Drawing symbols in the cool dirt he began to nod off but stopped himself before sleep engulfed him. Seeing the others come out he lay back on the ground.

"I miss it." he said to himself and then rolled over standing up and waiting for someone to say something to break the silence.

Cole was speechless. He'd been away from the sun for so long, he almost forgot how it felt on his skin. This is ... heavenly. Cole thought, finally I get something deserving of my stature! He kneeled , kissing the ground beneath him.

Cole was wary of... "The Wraith". What would joining him profit... Cole didn't have anyone to take vengeance on, but the power... the power that HE deserved was in reach. Maybe he could actually BE king. He lay back in the grass, hands behind his head. Suddenly there was a sharp burning pain....

"Ow, ant pile!" Cole announced, as he was running round, shaking his hand whichever way. For the first time in months... Cole laughed. A real, genuine laugh. Cole smiled, and sat down cross legged, waiting for someone to speak.

I follow the others out of the sewers. This was it. For the first time in a while I was free. I almost wanted to pickup where I left off but I had to get back at that girl. That can be done in the future though. For now I would join Wraith. "So where's this transportation sir hood?" I asked him as I ripped the crap covered legs off my pants. This was definitely one of the most disgusting things I have ever done and that is saying something. I put the safety on the Uzi, handgun, and AK47. I wait there.

Sammie watched as a few of the others disappeared through the manhole. Slowly she followed them out. Her eyes hurt as they adjusted to the outside light and she rubbed them slightly. When she heard the wraith talking about curing her nightmares she didn’t believe him, couldn’t believe him. So many people had tried and failed before and she couldn’t afford to get her hopes up.

Sammie walked out and went and laid down on the dirt as she waited for the others. She had already expressed that she would join this group, it seemed like the best option. She could feel herself growing tired again. The pills could only do so much to help her stay awake. Still she took the bottle out and swallowed 2 more. “When do we leave?” she asked as she glanced around for some form of transportation.

Syn looked around her. The sunlight glistening down on her. She felt like running, and running, and running. Just never stopping until she found what she was looking for. What she was looking for, she didn't know. She'd been silenced their whole journey. Being in the presence of The Wraith, she didn't have to open her mouth to notice any danger. The crazies were escaping, and they had succeeded. ..Trained brutal killers? She didn't know she was trained. All she knew was that she had guns, and knew how to use them. She looked back to the others, and she looked at The Wraith. "I'm joining. The world has nothing to offer me anyways. If you want a killer, you have a killer." A small grin escaped from her lips. Her calling. A brutal, sick murderer. She didn't think of the negative thoughts that escaped her mind. Of being caught again, and being sent back to the asylum. Or worse...execution. She turned back to the others. She'd wonder if she was the only one that wanted bloodshed. That wanted bloodspill. That wanted it all. She'd hope The Wraith would keep his promise.

The Wraith pulled his gloved hand up to reveal a watch and glanced at it, "I'm ecstatic that all of you are coming..." he said in a monotone voice, suddenly hearing the revving of a powerful engine. He looked up to see one of the black, tinted hummer limos he used to get into the asylum. "Ah... and here is our transportation..." the car slid on the dirt, sliding and kicking up the dirt behind it in big clouds. The transport stopped right in front of the people as The Wraith opened the door for them, "We are ready to leave then?" he asked, not sure if the people wanted to do something else in Mexico or not, "Once we leave Mexico, there is no turning back..." he warned them, knowing that too many people will be looking for him here.

Asara climbed up and felt the suns warm embrace. He took a deep breath, the fresh air in his lungs almost hurt. He wiggled his toes in the dirt and grass. Its been awhile since he felt this level of happiness. He sighed and began to run around in circles, jumping over everyone that was seated or laying down. "We'refree! We'refree! We'refree!" He shouted in happiness.

Syn couldn't help, but laugh at the gesture of Asra. One thing right with the boy was that...they WERE free. She looked to The Wraith, and asked, "..Where are we going to stay once we hit the States?" Climbing into the limo, this was nothing like her past. Never had she'd thought she'd been hired to kill for such power. Though...the question was...would her mind let her?

The Wraith let all of them enter before closing the door behind them and getting in as well. "First we go to California... our first base of operations is located at San Diego... and that is where all of you will get your positions..." the limo had a black, leather interior with red trimmings. There was a small bar in the middle and a mini fridge near the side. "Please... help yourself to anything in here..." he told them, holding his hand forward.

"Positions?" She wondered. "So, are we becoming somewhat of...assassins?" The word she didn't like. She'd rather be called a brutal murderer, but she let it slip. California?! The one place she'd dream to go since she was a little girl. Though with all the chaos in her head, how could she persue such dreams? San Diego...finally, a home for her. Somewhere where she could come back to, and not dreading to come back to. She felt like she'd belong. But, there was something that was itching her mind. "You've probably already answered this, but...have you personally picked out each of us?"

Chris listened to Syn but the urge was slowly taking him over, he lusted for her flesh, not for sex, but to destroy, and cursed at himself for not being able to keep them at bay. It was all his mothers fault, for almost 17 years she was the only woman he'd ever seen. She became the ideal beauty, but, she was so cruel he lusted for her death, instead of her body.. Of course he knew plenty of men, none seemed to be bothered by a kid watching once his mother began, but all looked down on him, like it was his fault his mother was a drug crazed whore. He began wondering what happened to set it off but caught a glimpse of Syn and couldn't hold it anymore.

He slipped his hand into the door handle jumped out and ran to the manhole, death was better than staying with his mother. Even if he did kill her the others would of probably killed him, plus she had guns, at least with the guards Chris knew what to expect. Reaching the manhole he lifted it up and flipped it back. Jumping back down into the shit he began to trek back into the heart of the asylum.

Of course, Syn caught the glimpse of Chris’s thoughts. Her eyes widened when he jumped out of the car. “NO!” She screamed. Damn it, damn it, damn it! Cursing herself. She didn’t like this cannibal, but she wouldn’t let him die. With the Hummer running, she grabbed the handle, and opened it. Jumping out of the limo, she rolled on the road, leaving scratches and bloody marks. She didn’t scream. Why would she? She didn’t feel the pain. Checking her weapons to make sure they were in top shape, she ran back to the manhole. She fell right on top of the lift. Whilest on her fall, she felt her left wrist POP. She winced. This pain was unbearable. Syn followed Chris’s scent, and jumped back down. She didn’t do this for herself…she did it to save him. The asylum would have killed him instantly.

Inside the heart of the asylum, she crept to follow him. “CHRIS!” she screamed. “GODDAMN IT! You’re lucky I like you enough in order to come find your ass!” Her sharp tongue pierced through the asylum. Creeping in the asylum, she heard foot-steps. Guards, she thought. With her beaten body, and her broken wrist, she took her guns, and fired them. Her left hand, missing incredibly, and her right hand giving out. The guards fell to their deaths, and she kept going. She yelled once more, “Come on, Chris! I know you don’t want to be saved, but…can I at least TRY?” She began to breathe hard again. Her blood-thirst was incredible. The murders she wanted to commit, and the life she wanted to save. Whether he wanted to be saved or not.

Chris sat in his first cell, the markings he had carved in had yet to be cleaned out and were left. It seemed nobody had taken his place as nothing had changed. Taking the cargo he had been pulling behind him for the last ten minutes or so Chris took the guards knife, dipped it in his still warm blood and retraced everything he had made so long ago. He could hear Syn screaming but didn't care, he was home. The familiar confines of this cell, it's perfect area of vision that would let him see anything coming, it was perfect.

Hearing a cluster of loud footsteps he turned around to see a group of three specials. In the lead mans grummy hands was a newer version of the German MG 42. Knowing what those kinds of guns could do Chris hid his body against the wall. He hadn't seen what the other guards were carrying, but knew instantly what the leader had, he'd seen the gun used before. The only thing stronger was an AA gun. The footsteps trailed away and Chris came back into the open, he listened for any noise and then poked out his head. Neither left nor right were there any guards. Returning to his work he wondered if Syn had been smart enough to give up yet.

"So...you want to stay here?" she asked him. It wasn't hard to find him. She looked back to her cell just diagonal from his. She dropped her weapons. “After all this time…you escaped for nothing?” She looked down to her feet. Her body ached, and she fell to the floor. She wondered herself if the limo kept going. Great, she thought. How stupid she was for trying to save someone who hated her. With her knees up, she placed her head in her hands. What more could she do? She looked to Chris. Such sorrow filled her eyes and face. “I wish you’d accept my will to save you from here, but I’ve just angered you by trying to help you.” She paused. She looked to her cell. It was clean, and she liked it that way.

The footsteps grew near. Guards flew at her. Ten or more. She just lay there. Let the guards capture her. She wouldn’t kill them, she in fact, couldn’t kill them. Her bones were so weak, and her faith was running out. She looked to Chris one last time, and whispered, “I’m sorry. For trying to save you. For trying to make you accept me. For everything.” She looked as the guards ran to her. It wouldn’t be long now before she would face death.

The minute Chris had jumped out of the car Cole feared for his... acquaintance. He grabbed the Uzi that had been hooked on to... Trice? Zane's? whoever's belt and ran after Syn. God dammit, you're not dying on me! Cole had grown quite attached to Chris, even if he was a maniacal idiot. Sprinting towards the manhole, he unhooked the safety and jumped the fuck down. Cole's feet hit the hard concrete of the asylum, causing him such a great pain that he collapsed on the spot. Recovering from his embarrassing incident, he quickly aimed and fired.

Shots rang out as loud as fireworks on Independence day. Cole knew it was probably useless to try to save Chris and Syn, the latter probably hated his guts. But, he needed to at least try, at least do something, everyone else is probably enjoying the damn mini-bar. He ran towards the guards, Uzi blazing from his hip, causing irregular shadows on the walls.

Damn it, damn it, damn it! His thoughts screamed within his own mind, as only 2 or 3 guards fell to the ill fated attack. "FUCKING BODY ARMOR?" Cole yelled, feeling devastated. The one time he did something for someone else...

He wasn't about to give up, he discarded the almost depleted magazine, and threw it with all his might at the guards, while running in and using the now useless gun as a bludgeon. After beating in the first guards helmet in, he dived into the cell which Chris and Syn occupied.
"DO SOMETHING!" Cole pleaded.

He wasn't going down without a fight.

The hooded man grabbed a cellphone and pressed some buttons. He held it up to his ear and waited for a reply. "Yeah... code eight... yeah... they went back to the asylum... I know it's secure, but try the best you can..." he nodded as the hummer stopped, "Yeah... yeah... call me if they are found dead so we can go on... but try the best you can to keep them alive..." the hummer turned around and headed back towards the asylum, The Wraith sitting silently with his arms crossed, not willing to give up these patients easily. Back at the asylum, a small group of Hunters loaded large, armor piercing guns. They had the same masks on, hiding their identity as they jumped down in another manhole cover that went towards the same spot that the others went towards.

Federal agents that came to secure the asylum have already taken the large tunnels, but died instantly from the new looking guns. The guns had the firing power of an AK, but the kick of a simple pistol with the power to blow through a mans skull from 100 feet away. The men opened fire at all of the others, trying to get towards the escapees to help.

Chris turned to the others a stern look on his face. Idiots! he screamed in his mind, why did they come back, were they stupid or had their minds finally lost it all. Standing up he brandished the dulled knife, "Why?" He asked a guard as he aimed at them. The guard responded in a shaken voice.

"Because, you deserve it." He said in a cold voice and Chris' mind went back. His mother had said the same once, that was the last time she talked to him, after all, corpses can't talk back. This small phrase made Chris snap, he threw the knife at the guard and jumped directly at the leaders corpse. Holding the heavy gun at waist level he opened fire. A slew of bullets mowed down the remainder of the guards, the body armor being as effective as a sheet of paper. Turning to the others Chris wiped the tear from his left eye and the blood that coated his face.

"Are you fucking stupid atop being insane!" He bellowed at them, "Once again you come to save me, without asking me! You just broke your wrist!" He pointed at Syn, "Your royal ass almost got raped, and for what, I'm not going to California! Fuck that piece of shit town!" He continued for reasons unknown.

"State your business!" A federal agent screamed outside of the cell the Syn, Chris and Cole, but was suddenly screams as the new weaponry tore through them. The guards that were attacking Syn turned around to see what the screaming was all about, but didn't even stand up before being shot down by the dark dressed man. The men saw the three and put their guns away, "They're alive..." one of them said in his cellphone he flipped up, "They look healthy... maybe a bit traumatized..." The Wraith nodded in his hummer limo, talking on his phone as well, "Don't pressure them to coming... if they come, I want them to come on their own... if they don't... then we'll drop all of the strings attached..." The man nodded as he put away the phone, "How are all of you?" he asked as the group of trained soldiers began pouring into the cell.

“A broken wrist doesn’t equal the pain to a broken heart.” Syn managed to blurt that out. Taking one of the pistols, she curved the bullet, pushing Cole to the side. She gasped, “Rape?!” Before she could ask any questions, bullets were ripping through her flesh. I’m dying, she thought. Finally. But, no, she could steal breathe. Apparently, the bullets hit no organs, only damaged her muscles. She was on the ground, bleeding. “Damn it!” she cursed. She began to grow angry. Firing the guns at each person that came running towards to the cell. When all of a sudden, no more bullets came from the guns. “Fuck!” she cursed once more. She managed to drag herself back to her own cell. All these months of watching and learning from Chris, it seems that she’d never win his trust…no matter how hard she tried. Looking into her shoe, she found only five bullets. Placing them in the pistols, she stuck half of her body out of the cell, and begin to rampage again at the men. Tears streaked her face as blood splattered onto her. Taking her pistols, she threw them inside her cell. Breathing heavily, she began to sweat. She grew very tired with just one emotion. One feeling.