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She nodded, and walked behind him. If any emotion she felt was as soft as she felt towards The Wraith, she was out of luck. She ran up to him, and told him, “Life can be fragile, and I’ve already broken it’s pieces. A new life for me as an assassin would be just what I need to breathe again. No need to apologize for keeping me away from them. After all, you talked some sense into me. Something I’ve needed for a long time.” She paused. No need to pour your whole heart out, Syn, she thought. She didn’t dare to speak of her past. Because, well, she didn’t really have a past. No one wants to hear of a poor orphan and her difficulty growing up in her life of ruin. She was through telling the story.

She followed him back to the car, hopefully, to get a reaction out of him. His hood kept her from seeing him, but this didn’t bother her. She sat alone on the far right seat. Alone time would help her thoughts blend and come together. All the worry and concern she felt in her system began to boil. In fact, her blood began to boil. She felt completely ragged. After this ride, I could surely use a shower, she thought to herself.

"Alright everyone..." The Wraith spoke up, "We have about a few days to get to where we are going... so if any of you have any other questions, speak up now and if not, I'll begin to go over what this group is, what we stand for, and what positions all of you would be suited for..." He waited patiently as he looked around the room, seeing each individual person to see who had a question or comment for him.

Jacob had no objections in mind, "I'm good. I just wanna get the hell outta here," he spoke, looking to the ground. His head had begun to ache from the thought of his emotions running rampant, though, he contained the fear that made him speak his mind. His gaze softly sifted to Sammie, to Syn, then back at The Wraith, "..Our positions? Place, go on.." He eyed The Wraith, gazing at his hood. Not once had he questioned this mans identity until now.

I listen as the Wraith talks. "I have a question. We kind of stick out like a sore thumb. We gonna at least stop by some place to get some clothes and maybe clean up a bit?" I ask this to Wraith as I grab my Uzi back from Cole.

Syn did look at herself. Her blood-stained clothes were beginning to stick to her skin. She looked to everyone else. She returned her gaze to Jacob, and then back to The Wraith. Her eyes, never left him as the ride to the place were they were destined to go. The admiration she felt towards him was...odd, yes, but she ignored it. The blood on her hands were...glowing of some sort. She had caused it. She had caused murders. Something she'd never thought she do once she was locked up in the asylum.

"Yes... I was planning on stopping off at a motel that is secured... the owner of it is a crazie like yourselves... he blended into society and is now helping people like us... we will be there in twenty minutes... I have called him in advanced to tell him we are coming... he set out clothing for us.. normal stuff that everyday people would wear..." he looked at them and then saw the weaponry they had, "He also set out some weapons for us... but these kinds are... more fun..." he said with a chuckle.

Sammie had been sitting in the limo quietly trying to think and trying to keep her eyes open. "But... But what about Chris, we cant just leave him here" she said a little worried. Yeah he ate people but he didnt seem to discust or repulse Sammie. It seemed normal to her compared with what she saw when she closed her eyes. She looked over at The Wraith as she rubbed her eyes and brought her knees up to her chest. She smiled slightly though at the mention of more fun weapons.

"More fun?" He asked, looking out of the window. "What could be more fun than a fully automatic assault rifle? Or a spread shot automatic shotgun?" He sighed, tempatation overwhelmed him. However, some things he wished to do were rather odd, and, indeed, idiotic. Although, the feeling he got out of his clothes being torn wasn't very good. He decided that new clothing would be a good thing. ...Maybe even something black, that thought made him smile.

"He couldn't handle the change and he couldn't let go of his past..." the Wraith remarked, "He failed the test I layed before him and if he wants to join us, then he can... but he needs to find us on his own..." his voice was cold as he said so, "Only those who cannot shake their history, can not rehabilitate themselves for this New World Order... and so we must keep strong and head on without him... but he has high spirits... if he decides to join... he'll find us... I know he will..."

I nod at The Wraith. "Sounds good by all means explain when you ready." Then Sammie asks of Chris also. "We can do nothing if he refuses to come. We shall stick together as we had agreed Sammie." I held my hand out to her to comfort her. I liked to kill but I wasn't heartless.

Syn held her head low. At times, she would look out the window, and looked to the other inmates...well, new assassins. She grunted and made small groaninig sounds as she tried to pop her wrist back into place. "Damn," she whispered. With one last push, a loud pop could be heard. Tears were running down her cheeks, but she showed no face of pain what-so-ever. Her expression was a determined one. She moved her wrist around, and could feel the bones running out of place. She sighed. She couldn't fix this herself. She needed medical attention, and she would soon get it as soon as they entered the Motel. But, for now, she waited. Keeping her silence with her.

Sammie gave Zane a small smile as he offered her a comforting hand. "Thanks, I just hope he chooses to come find us" she muttered softly. She kind of felt somewhat attatched to the people who had formed this small group. Fleeing and killing with them had somehow brought them closer as a group, and she didnt like the idea of leaving someone behind. But like the others said it was his choice. "How long until we get there?" She asked, not sure how long she could remain awake. This sitting down in a smooth moving car was almost putting her straight to sleep. She wasnt ready to sleep. When she went to sleep she wanted to be by herself where no one could hear her. Somewhere that no one would be able to witness her real weakness.

"Speak of the devil..." he said with a chuckle, looking out the window to see a plump man waving at him in front of a large motel in a small town. He opened the door and was about to step out when he muttered something to the other passengers, "Don't mention cats around him..." he said in a low voice as the fat man came up and shook The Wraiths hand. "Ah! Very good sir! Welcome back!" he had a thick italian accent and had an italian mustache with black, slicked hair, "Are these the rejects?" he said as the others came out. "These are the ones..." he said as the man smiled, "Good! Good! Come! Come! I want to show you to your rooms! I took the liberty of putting your clothing out on the bed!" The man was constantly happy as he got to a hallway, "These are your rooms! Go ahead and take a key!" he held out the keys to the each room on the right, "Stay as long as possible! Please! Wraith, come with me please! Yes!" The Wraith nodded as he began to follow the man out, "I'll be right with all of you later... please... get comfortable and feel free to get dressed and clean before the customers see your bloody attire..." there was no customers to speak of since the town was pretty much deserted.

Sammie glanced at plump man, wondering why they were told not to mention cats around him. She didnt think about it for to long. The mention of rooms and clean clothes was way to appealing. Getting out of the limo she walked over to where the man had left the keys for them to collect. Calling out a quick thank you to the man as she walked off with The Wraith. Glancing down at the key she read the number before walking down one of the corridoors with numbered doors looking for her matching number.

It didnt take her long as she put the key in the matching door and turned the door handle. Walking into the room it was a pretty decent room. In the centre of the room was a large queen sized bed which was almost calling out her name, begging her to get in and just go to sleep. Knowing that once she was in bed it would take her ages before she woke up Sammie decided to take a shower and get cleaned off.

After taking a quick shower and getting changed into a pair of pjammas that were laying out on the bed along with another pair of clothes. Turning off the lights Sammie got into bed and under the covers. Wondering how long she would be able to sleep before she woke up screaming. Almost as soon as her head hit the pillows Sammie feel asleep. And that is when the newest nightmare began.

She watched as The Wraith and the incredibly plump man escape from their sight. Taking the golden key, she clutched it, tightly, in her hand. Going to her room, Room 201, she placed the key inside, and turned it. Customers? More like victims...no! Her mind whirrled, Do. Not. Harm. These. People. She grit her teeth, and shut the door behind her.

Inside the room was a 52 inch flat-screen on a wooden stand, one king-sized bed with the silkest sheets, completed with a bag of muffles. On her right, she saw a door. Must lead to the bathroom, she thought. Opening it, she saw a toilet, a sink, a very clean mirror, and a large shower-bender. She sighed in relief. Five minutes into the room, she began to wash the blood off of her body, and threw her ratted clothes into the hamper. Looks like I'm doing laundry duty, she thought while in the shower.

After twenty minutes, Syn was already dried. Walking out of the bathroom with nothing, but a towel to keep her dry, she opened the bag sitting on her bed. Inside were her size undergarments, a black wife-beater, tight skinny jeans, and a pair of black and white Vans. Changing into the clothes, she fixed herself up. Taking doctor-tape found in her drawer, she wrapped it around her broken wrist. It would heal fast since she decided to fix it in the limo. Pulling out bullets was the hard part, and covering up the beatings weren't a problem. Taking a look in the mirror of her bathroom, her color in her face began to show itself. She looked beautiful. She always had a high confidence in her looks, but ever since the murders, she'd lost it all. She smiled, knowing she wasn't a criminal in the asylum anymore. Weapons, she thought. Pretty sure The Wraith would reload her with some, since she left her pistols behind. Taking the key, and putting it in her pocket, she leapt out of the room, and shut the door.

Since she was in a new surroundings, Syn decided to explore. She thought of how Sammie, Zane, Trace, Magix, Asra, and Jacob were doing. She thought of how Chris was being left behind back at the asylum. Most of all, she thought of the hooded Wraith, and what he was planning. She couldn't wait to start her spree of bodies, but as for now, she explored the Motel....she felt like a normal person. Something she never was.

I grab my key. Room 5, I walk to it. Once inside I took in my surroundins. It was beautiful. I rushed to the shower. After an hour I was clean, dried and dressed. I sat on the bed dressed in my jeans and Tshirt. I had come across a pair of black leather fingerless gloves. I put them on and walk over to the table I had put my guns on. "Freedom feels good." I lay down stretched out on my bed and I drift away to sleep. Inside my mind Magix trys to escape. Hell no Magix. You ain't getting out, ever.

Asara Watched as everyone dispersed. They seemed almost happy. Relieved maybe? Relieved to be away from that god forsaken place. Relieved to be free, out in the world once more. Relieved to have a promising future? Asara thought about this Wraith characters proposal. He didn't think he'd allow Asara to be an assassin. He was only 16, practically still a kid as far as age is concerned. And his mental stability was questionable. Could a sugar crazed boy with the attention span of a brick become an assassin? Asara doubted it, but shrugged and exited the hummer.

Upon exiting, he eyed the plump Italian man that he was warned not to mention cats around. He wondered why and had the impulse to yell cats to the top of his lungs. But he stifled himself. This wraith character went through all this trouble to rescue him, and he didn't want to repay him by harassing his friend here. He saw everyone grab a key from the counter and proceed to a room in this motel. Asara grabbed a key and placed it in his mouth. Its metallic taste interested Asara, but soon bored him. He read the number on the key and proceeded to room 18.

On his way he realized Chris, the man who had the spirit of Christ within him, wasn't among the group. Did he really want to stay in that place? Did he want to rule a endless amount corpses in that hell as the Devil? Asara laughed at the thought. The man who bears Christ within ruling as the Devil. Asara arrived at the room and opened the door with the key. There was a small bed, and a regular size TV. The room was small itself, and had 2 windows on the wall opposite of the door. To his right was the door to the bathroom, and on the bed lay white pajamas that looked to big for him.

Asara entered the bathroom and got undress, throwing the bloody clothes he was wearing to the side. He turned the water on and sat down in the tub. The hot water quickly filled the tub, and wrapped around Asara's body. The blood quickly came off of him, and Asara began to whistle while he bathe. He thought for a second if he left his door opened, but shook the thought out his mind. He wasn't about to get up out of this great bath for a door. But what if someone came in? What were the chances that someone would just walk in? Asara jumbled these thoughts for only a moment before sighing and relaxing in his bath water once more.

I wake up. Something was a bit weird. I was free yet there was still that connection to the asylum. I get up and look through some drawers. I find some matches. I walk into the bathroom and grab my bloody clothes. I take them outside to an empty metal trash can. I put the Bloody Clothes in it and take out the matches. "With this I cut the ties to the asylum, and I become free."

After an hour of walking, she grew bored, and somewhat tired. Sighing to herself, she took the elevator back up to her room. Whilest boarding the elevator, she wasn't alone. She saw two old men...customers already? "Didn't you hear?" one of the men asked. Syn listened closely. "No, what?" man #2 answerd. "Those fucked up insane people escaped from Mexico from the insane asylum!" Man #2 gasped, "Oh, yeah! I heard about them! Fucking freaks could be out killing anybody by now." Looks like we're famous, she thought, and while she thought, she grinned. She remained silent all the way to her floor.

As the door opened, she crept back to her room. "Think I'll crash," Syn spoke softly to herself. Taking off her shoes, and socks, she crept to the balcony of the Motel. She smelled the sweet scent of freedom. She could almost taste the sensative aroma. Though bringing her freedom, she thought of the men talking in the elevator. Every cop in the world were probably looking for them now. To Hell with them, Syn thought. Natural born killers...almost..never get caught. And with a wiseful leader such as The Wrait, she knew she'd keep her survival going strong.

Walking back inside her room, she stripped of her pants, leaving nothing, but a wife-beater and the undergarments on. Getting into the silked sheets, she immediately passed out once her head hit the pillow. She tossed and turned in her sleep, giving off heavy breathing, and sweating. Nightmares as normal. Though she grinned in her sleep...for these nightmares would soon come to their end.

Jacob simply grabbed his key, and made his way to his room voiding everyone and everything.
He had a rather large room, with red walls. Windows lined it, and a balcony was set out. A Queen and King sized bed with large blankets was pushed up against a wall, with a dresser on either end. Jacob stepped himself over to them, sliding them open. He managed to scrumble up a pair of black, tight jeans, and a black shirt.

The boy was apted to to bathe. And that is exactly what he did.
For quite the amount of time he relaxed in the tub, washing away the blood from his body and his hair. He smiled, happiness overflowed him.

Afterwards, he dressed in these clothes and escaped to his bed.

Sleep called his name, and he cuddles up to his pillows, under his covers, and fell into a deep sleep.