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I only watch as Chris, Syn, and Cole left. "What the hell? He took my Uzi." Then hood calls someone. "If they refuse to come can I at least talk to them before we go?" I wasn't going back for them. I couldn't... but at least I wanted to wish them well.

Jacob sighed, "Damnit!" He hopped out of his comfortable position coming from the limo and stepped down the manhole once more. Making his way back to all of the ruckus, he spat on the ground and slid out his very own tidbit of weaponry. With his pistol softly enclosed at his side, he turned the corner into the main corridor. His eyes lurcked to Syn, who was firing at the rescuers. He ran to her, kneeling, "What the fuck are you doing?! Do you honestly want to stay here?" He asked her, holding up his gun long enough to fire at an oncoming guard, and splattering his brains out onto the ground.

He was worn, "If you people come with this man, we'll be saved."

She placed the pistol under his chin, but stopped himself. "I came to save him. To save all of them." Her breathing began to harden once more. Her hands trembled. She looked to Chris...to Cole..and back to Jacob. "Go back to the limo. Get the fuck out of here!" She pushed Jacob to the side, and stood out her cell, but she felt weak again, and fell. Fuck! With her wrist aching, she looked to all of them with painful eyes. Blood beaten, she just sat there...and silenced herself until something or someone popped up with an idea. Stupid, stupid, stupid, she thought. Maybe Chris WAS right.

"Syn, we've got to stop the bleeding before you die." Cole said calmly, "after what you've done you're worthy of my aid...". Taking off his jacket, Cole begun to dab at the wound with the sleeve. Tossing it to the side, he unbuttoned his vest, and stripping it into pieces, wrapped the wounds. He pulled tight.
"We need to keep pressure on these..." Cole said, "This may hurt..."
Damn her recklessness..
"We've got to get away from these damn guards!" Cole suddenly blurt out, in an urgent tone.
He then took off his dress shirt, making a home made splint with the wooden bottoms of his dress shoes. The sound of cracking wood filled the air. Fucking boy scouts is helpful after all...

"Thank you, Cole," Syn spoke. The bleeding cursed down a little, and she crawled over to Chris. "Are you alright?" Her dark brown eyes reflected herself in his. The men kept moving in on them. She sighed, "You, Chris, and Jacob just escape. Don't worry, I'll make it out alive." She didn't know if she was right, but she looked to Chris one last time, "This time, I'll prove to you that I'm not like her." Getting up on her beaten body, she charged down the hallway. Already, emotions ran through her. Men kept charging at her. "Go to Hell!" she screamed. Firing pistol after pistol, the men kept falling. So far, her gunshed haven't failed her. Guards held their guns raised, and with her broken wrist, she shot in WILD rage. Men fell, and one guard put a pistol to her head. "Pull the trigger," Syn warned. "Do it to make yourself feel accomplished." The man hesitated, and before he got a chance to grip the trigger, Syn kicked him backwards. When he was down, she placed her foot on his chest, pointed the gun down towards his head, and shot him. Once again, her blood-stained clothes were regaining their wetness. She wondered how Jacob, Chris, and Cole were holding out.

Jacob jumped to his feet, "She'll be okay," he began. "If any of us know her, her bitchiness will come through." He turned, facing Cole and Chris, "So, what's the plan, then?" He asked, sliding his Assault Rifle (which he stole from a guards body) over his shoulder. "Do we simply leave, and wait for her to show up? Or are we gonna sit here?"

He felt his emotions run rampant through his body. Jacob put his free hand to his head, and stared in the direction Syn ran off, "I've got a feeling we're all going to be okay." He decided to himself to speak. He turned his eyes to Cole and Chris once more, "When we get the hell outta here, we'll have a round. On me," he spoke, smiling to them.

"You owe me some Chardonnay then" Cole joked around, trying to laugh away the tension. We all know she's going to be hurt... Cole thought. He played around with the Uzi in his hands, it seemed so... useless. He stood up, and leaned against the wall, deep in thought. He wondered what was going to happen from now on... what he was going to do after all of this. How Syn was going to survive after all of this hell...

Syn dashed back to the cell rooms. "The guards from the inside...dead." She wiped the blood away from her eyes as she said this. Suddenly, she fumbled in her pocket, and threw out a large set of keys, and watched them land on the cell below them. "Would it do much help?"

Meanwhile in the Hummer limo...

"Iknowasongthatgetsoneverybodiesnerves, everybodynerves, everybodynerves. Iknowasongthatgetsoneverybodiesnerves, andthisishowitgoes" Asara said, comfortably seated on the limo's floor. He searched the car and found a few bottles of liquor in the mini-refrigerator. He popped one open and drank it down in one go. "Ugh, thatwasdisgusting!" he shouted as he threw the empty bottle to the side. He noticed that Everyone was leaving the limo and going back inside the asylum. He wondered why, but didn't dare follow them. He moved to the back of the limo, still sitting on the floor, and wrapped his arms around his legs. Asara got bored and began to count his toes over and over again.

Disgusted with the factors, Jacob took the keyset. "What's the point," he asked, "We need to just escape..." Taking Syn's hand, he looked back up at the manhole. We all just need to go, he though to himself. ..To be free, is that which tempts fate.
Those who tempt fate, live in the realms of the divine and holy.
For us to live there, means we shall have forever peace. A cure for our injustice.
A suggestion by god himself, a realm created here. A land of peace, over thrown by the curiosity and fear of people.

He slowly guided her to the cover, and motioned for the others to come, "Let us all go. Form our own community. Live our dreams, make our fantasies a reality. And the true reality is, that the man who freed us, must wish for our freedom, to covet the world into knowing what is truly out there. We, the insane ones. The ones who have disabilities, are the real people. Perfection does not exist, and neither does destruction. Listen to my words, all of you. Let us live in harmony with ourselves. Follow me. Follow yourselves. Trapped in a rat hole like this will only allow the world to ridicule us for being so 'imperfect' as they call us. Come one, come all of you. I have the tools and land necessary for us to live a true life. Above us, in this manhole. An escape from these sewers is where our peace rests!"

He then began to climb back out, and as he did so, he spoke on, "This is the final chapter, but also the first page of a new book. Come on! Live with me! Fight with me! Let's show the world, that imperfections do not exist in a non-perfect world. Normality is a negality!"

He reach the top, awaiting anyone who would follow.

((Need to go, but I like how the story's played itself out so far! When I come back and there are like, a billion pages, Cole goes with Jacob))

I watch Asara drink, sing and now sit on the floor. "Asara a few pieces of advice. One don't piss off the insane expecially when they have guns. Two take it easy on the sugar you really don't need the extra energy. Three never ever drink. I do not wanna have to deal with a drunk person with ADHD. As it is we have enough trouble understanding you." I take a coke from the mini-fridge and drink it down quick. "Its been a while since I had a decent drink. That reminds me hood, you got food where we're going?"

The Wrait clapped as he looke down at Jacob, "Bravo... Bravo..." he said with a joyful chuckle this time, "Finally... someone who thinks like me..." he lowered his hand towards Jacob to help him up, "I'm guessing you are all coming back... now that your emotions are finally erupted, you can think clearly... you can think... like a true killer..." He helped the rest up, "And as the sun sets on your past... the moon rises to show your new life..."

Sorry, Chris. It was a hell of a try. She thought. If he didn't want her help...she wouldn't give it to him. She suddenly began to fumble through her pockets. "Shit!" Syn exclaimed. She'd left her weapons inside her cell. Oh, well. Hopefully, The Wrait would have more in California. She now knew what she wanted. Bloodspill. Money. Revenge...on what, though? Possibly...love? She laughed at the thought. No one would love an insane person like yourself. Someone who's been locked up for months at a time. Taking shots, hiding pills, and counting at sleepless nights. She walked to The Wrait, and looked up at him. "This time," she spoke, "I won't roll out of the car door. As I kept my promise...you want a killer? You've got a killer."

Jacob stepped to them all, "As he said, 'The sun sets on our past, a new moon will bring new adventures. A new life. A brand-new book."
He walked back over to the limo, with a sigh. His speech worked, but would it save their lives? Did Jacob truly want to become an assassin? What was the point? If he were trained to kill, ..who would he kill? Many questions flowed through his mind, though, at this point. He didn't seem to mind.

He took a grand seat in the limo, awaiting the others.

The Wraith nodded as he pointed towards the open door, "Go ahead everyone..." he said, but stopped Syn by placing a hand on her shoulder, "Can I talk to you for a second?" he said, bringing her away from the others and away from the hummer limo 25 feet away. "Look... I know that your emotions are coming back to you... and it's a incredibly painful exprience, both physically and mentally... believe me... I know it... but if you need to say something right now... to get it off your chest... just bring it out... I may look ominous... but I mean none of you no harm..." he took his hand off and turned to look at her, "And if there is nothing you want to share at the moment... I'm not going to pressure you to anything... I'll just walk on like nothing happenend..."

I watched as Syn, Jacob, and Cole returned. "What about Chris?"
I wonder if he's coming but that doesn't matter.
I will become an assassin. It sounds like the perfect job for me.
I put my head back a bit. I had somewhat of a headache and with my head back and eyes closed it felt a bit better. I had some time to kill anyway.

She looked to The Wraith. She sighed. “All I really ask is that just to give me a purpose on living this…life of deceit, hate, and anger. I just want people to know on who I am, and what I stand for. If any emotion I want to feel shouldn’t be soft at all.” Looking down, her courses of thoughts ran through her head. In fact, she felt the most admiration in The Wraith. If possible, she would learn anything and everything from him. She sighed once more, and asked, “..Did I answer any of your questions that you wanted to be answered?” The statement of truth, I guess, she thought. She tried to escape a grin to let him know she was fine, but only a half-smile came to her face.

The Wraith looked at her and nodded, "You know... the emotions are perfectly fine... sadness, guilt, regret... you can express these..." he looked over at the hummer and lowered his voice in a secretive tone, "I have nights that I can remember that I stay up all night long... just thinking of my past..." he held up his hand and pointed to the setting sun, "Life is fragile... life is free... but most of all... life is only once... live it and cherish it... before you get too caught up in it..." he turned around and began walking away, "I apologize to keep you away from your collueges... we should return..."

Jacob stared out of the limo, back at Syn and The Wraith. He looked away, and back to the ground of the limo, "There goes my shot at happiness," he spoke, twiddling his fingers. What would become of him?



Jacob sighed, and turned his gaze back to Syn and The Wraith, "What is love anyway? Strength? A connection? Harmony? ..Reprise, something I have tried for many years to comprehend. Yet, I still find comfort in the death of my own heart."