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The Wraith groaned, rubbing his head as he looked over many papers on the table he and the plump man were sitting at. "Sir.." the man's smiled was gone as he sighed as well, "We aren't making any ground... the government agents block us at every turn... the only ground we got was when you were on the battlefield... you have to go back..." The Wraith shook his head, "I can't... I need to train these people..." the italian man sighed as he layed his head back, "Are you sure about these people? They seem like everyone else you've recruited..." The hooded man shook his head, "I can feel something about them... they have what it takes to turn the tides on this corrupt government... I just need to sculpt them into the revolutionaries we need to win..."

The two men have been looking at battle plans all over the united states for hours upon hours. From Florida to Oregon, they had districts all over the place and were fighting small battles on each state, in each city, in each county but at every turn the agents kept driving them away, causing a stalemate. The Wraith tried his best to give his personal opinions on how to fight each battle, his commanders no longer able to cope with the stress of the unknown war they were having and asking him for help.

The Wraith pushed the last paper away and began stacking them up neatly to give to the innskeeper, "Here Dirk... take these and send them to the commanders... we should get some ground with these plans..." Dirk grabbed them and nodded, "I hope you are right about these people sir... we need the help..." and with that he went to send them away. The hooded man looked at the clock which showed 12:38 A.M. He yawned as he stood up and exited the office, going towards his personal quarters to get some sleep.

"This will do for now!" Cole yelled at The Wraith, as he looked over his room. "But, I'm going to need a better room, something more worthy of my stature! Maybe add in a flat screen t.v. or something!" Cole added, in deep thought. I probably should take a job in the management position... Cole mumbled, "the power!"

Cole sauntered over to his bed, and grabbed the remote, flipping the channel to the food station. "Oh I need some of that..." Cole said, a little too loudly. He gracefully strolled over to the phone and called room service.

"What do you mean you don't have lobster! What is this some motel?!"
"Sir, this is a motel."
"I still deserve lobster!" Cole said, and threw the phone back on the hook. Smiling a bit, he passed out in his bed.

Syn awoke from her slumber. She was sweating, and could hear the annoying pleas of Cole down the hall. "Ugh," she let out, "Ignorant King-boy." Snapping out of her daze, she groaned, and sat on the side of the bed. I can't sleep now, she thought. Still curious, she put on a pair of back loose pants she found in her drawer, just her size. Opening the door, and stepping out of her room, she could hear footsteps. She hid behind the door, but realized, it was The Wraith's foosteps. She heard him muffle about some things she couldn't make out. She shrugged it off, and walked down the stairs. All that night, she couldn't stop thinking of what the two old men had said. 'Fucking freaks are probably killing anybody by now.' Was she a freak? Were they all freaks? All of her wondering it led her outside. Taking a look arond, she sat on the bench just outside the motel. She looked up the darkened sky. Syn knew she was a monster, and the moon was just reminding her. Sighing, she looked to her broken wrist. Clutching it, gently, she began to grow tired again. Yawning, she mistakenly layed on her side on the bench, sending her, once more, into a deep sleep.

The Wraith went towards his room which was the only one on the opposite side of the others rooms. He opened the door and shut it lightly, not wanting anyone to know that he was walking around. He locked the door and stayed quiet to see if anyone heard. He didn't hear anyone moving around as he let out a large sigh. His room was the largest of all. It had four seperate bedrooms which consisted of a living room, a bedroom, a large bathroom and another room where he spend a lot of his time. He groaned as he took off his gloves to reveal deep scars all over his fingers and the word "Monster" burned on both of his palms. He walked towards a room and opened the door, then closing it behind him. He looked around at the mostly empty room and saw only two things... a hard, wooden chair and a Fender style, 6 string accoustic guitar.

He sighed hard through his nose as he grabbed the guitar and sat down. He lowered his head and was still for a few minutes before he plucked his first string. The string he plunked resonated through the empty room as he plucked another, then dragged his fingers across it, making a chord. He then continued to strum out chords softly and humming lightly to himself, not wanting anyone to know what he was doing and making sure he wasn't to be heard.

Cole was just started to wake up when he heard something peculiar. He had a knack for noticing the smallest thing, like how the corner of the ceiling was leaking, and how blue jays were faintly chirping in the distance. One thing he couldn't pinpoint however, was this strange anomaly of notes being heard. Someone was playing... an instrument? It could only be faintly heard, the average ear wouldn't be able to hear it, but Cole's was no average ear. He gently opened his door a crack, and peeked out into the hallway. Getting on his hands and knees, he crawled around the floor, unable to let go of this enigma. People must think I'm insane... oh wait, I am insane! Cole laughed at his little joke, and crawled, inch by inch to a lone door on the other side of the hallway. He sat against it, listening to the barely audible serenade of a guitar on the other side.

Syn's sleep was interuppted by cars running past the road. Shit! She thought. Yawning, and stretching, she began to shiver. It was cold for such a warm day. Going back into the Motel, she crep up the stairs, wanting to go back to her room for sleep, but she saw a figure in the corner of her eye. It was Cole. "What are you doing?" she whispered. Walking to him, she croutched down. She copied Cole by putting her ear against the door. What she heard, she was shocked of. The melody that played so beautifully melted her heart. She smiled. "He's...amazing," she spoke, looking at Cole.

I make my way up to the roof without anyone seeing. Uptop was a chair. It wasn't the most comfortable but it was better than anything I got in the asylum. I watched the road. A few police cars drove by. "They must be looking for us."

"Yeah... he sure is.." Cole replied, slightly dazed by the melody. "I'm surprised you can hear it! I can only barely hear it, and I've got a good ear myself..."

Cole sat back and really looked at Syn. She looks actually... kind of ... pretty in this light. Cole shuddered at the thought, he wasn't the type to find beauty in maniacs. Cole looked away before his glance could be classified as staring, and they both sat there, admiring the gentle melody of the guitar.

If I played an instrument I'd be way better... Cole thought, his NPD (Narcissistic Personality Disorder) coming through a bit.

Jacob got up from his rest. His entire body was shaken from the thought of deep nightmares. He yawned and stepped out of his door. He seen the two listening to the door, and he chuckled. Slowly, he made his way to them, rubbing his eyes as he did so. He stopped, listening to the guitar on the other side. ..He flinched, rustling his body, "...No," he spoke.

Memories rushed back to him, memories of the distant past. His younger age, with his time in multiple bands. the sound of the resonating guitar echoed in his head. He leaned up against the wall, trying to contain the anger and rage.

Both of his former band mates, he had killed. Both Justin and Dwayne. They took everything that he had.
They took his love, his dreams. Most of all, they took his music.

..The sound of the guitar was so familiar, the striking of the chords.
As they were played, he spoke aloud, "E, ..E minor. A, G, C.." He did his to contain the rage he hid behind his petty deviled flesh.

He then stared down at Syn and Cole.

Asara hopped out of the tub, and dried off. He watched to bloody bath water go down the drain. As if he washed away all his ties to the asylum. He exited the tub and put on his white pajamas(Think Near from Death Note). His arms weren't long enough to reach out the sleeve, but he didn't mind. His pants were good enough though. After Getting dressed he thought what he would do. He looked at the bed and thought 'sleep?' but laughed at the thought. He rushed out of his room and began to run through the halls. After awhile he asked himself why he was running and couldn't think of a reason other than someone chasing was chasing him. Thinking this, Asara began to run faster dodging everyone he may run into.

Sammie had been asleep for about an hour and had been tossing, turning, mumbling and crying out in her sleep. All of a sudden she woke up with a loud high pitched scream that would be enough to wake the dead. She was sweating and her skin was clammy. Pulling the covers back she walked quietly to the bathroom, standing at the sink as she turned the tap on and splashed her face with cold water before looking in the mirror.

Her reflection look drained, she was still tired but not exhausted like she had been before she fell asleep. She took a few deep breathes to calm herself before looking in one of the draws and finding everything she would need to make herself presentable. After doing her hair and make-up to absolute perfectoion she walked back over to the bed and looked at the clothes laid out for her. Black skinny leg jeans and a red tank top and a pair of converse on the floor. Quickly she got changed.

Sammie felt like a new person. Away from that place she could relax and deal with the nightmares without the constant fears from the guards. Plus she didnt have to worry about worrying anyone else with them. She could do this. Walking out of her room and slipping her key into her pocket she went in search of some coffee.

A clearing of a throat could be heard by Syn, Cole, and Jacob as Dirk stood with an eyebrow raised, "May I help any of you?" he said in a loud voice. The hooded man gasped as he held his wrist over the guitar and halting the sound quickly, fearing that someone might've heard him. He listened as he dimly heard Dirks Italian muffled voice from his wall. He listened quietly in the dark room.

Sammie was walking down the hallway when she came across Syn Cole Jacob and Dirk all standing near a door. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she wondered what they were all up to. Walking over to them she smiled slightly "Hey guys, whats up?" she said as she ran her fingers through her now clear hair. Leaning against a wall slightly as she waited for them to answer.

"Umm, no sir, we were just... talking here. In front of the door, that's all. We'll be going now" Cole rapidly replied, trying to smooth talk his way out of the situation.
"There were sounds coming from the room you see and we were curious. But hey, you know what they say, curiosity killed the cat." Cole realized his mistake a fraction of a second later.

He scooted closer to Syn, keeping an eye on the strange Italian man, trying to guess what would happen next. I mean seriously, what could mentioning cats do to a person... Cole wondered.

Sammie we're just... a little preoccupied right now. Could you wait? I'd be glad to talk with you later" Cole stammered, waiting for ... was his name Dirk... to answer.

Dirks eyes were wide as he began twitching, "What...?" he said in a soft voice, but then exploded in a loud screamed. He began bashing his head against the wall, making the skin break and jumped towards Cole with murder in his eyes. "No!" The hooded man grabbed Dirk, hearing the cat reference and jumping to action, "I'll fucking kill you! I'll fucking kill you daddy!!!" he screamed, struggling against The Wraith who had his arms locked around him and began carrying him away, "DIE DADDY! DIE!!! DON'T HARM MY KITTY! DON'T YOU DARE!!" "No Dirk! No!" he screamed in a demanding voice, "Calm down! Nobody is here to hurt you! Calm down!" he put pressure on him, feeling his body start to loosen as he began sobbing hysterically, "I'm sorry sir! I'm sorry!" he continued to sob as the hooded man released his grip, "It's OK..." he said, patting on his back and feeling his hot tears soak into his cloak, "It's OK... let's get you back to your room..." he slowly walked him back towards the first door which was his room, hearing him sobbing hysterically to himself.

-sorry, slow typer that didn't happen-

Jacob stammered backwards, with his eyes locked on Cole as he ran away. He sighed, taking his figure to Sammie. He eyed her, admiring her. She was quite the beauty, though, he contained himself. "..How're you holdin' up?" Jacob asked in a slow, soft tone of voice, his gray eyes fixated on hers. He smiled thoroughly, taking notice of her beauty, but not showing that he did all together. He tended to ignore other things, like the cat reference from earlier, which ended up to be quite odd and ridiculous at the same time.

Cole, fearing for his life, immediately stood up and ran for his life. He thanked The Wraith and ran into his room, locking the door and even locked the deadbolt. Relieved to be away from that crazyness, he sat down in his recliner and started watching T.V to get his mind off of what had just occurred. After only about 20 seconds or so, he decided that he shouldn't have left Syn out there all by her lonesome, and opened the door a crack. He whispered "Syn, get in here! It's safe!" and fell back into his recliner, feeling safe. As an afterthought, he yelled "Sammie, Jacob, y'all are welcome too!"
((Going to sleep.))

Sammie stood there a little shocked at Dirk's reaction to the cat comment by Cole. Did Cole have a death wish or something saying that when The Wraith had specifically told them not to? Gaining her composure she turned to look at Jacob. A smile appearing on her face as she did. "I'm doing alright, it was good to get a little sleep. How are you going?" she said answering him and asking the question in return before glancing to look at Cole as he had his head poked out from the doorway to his room. "But Its safe out here now, The Wraith took him away" she said not moving from her place on the wall just yet. Not really seeing a reason to be scared since the problem had been removed.

Jacob looked over to where Cole was, shaking his head. Sammie was right, it was safe here now.
Jacob returned the smile to Samantha, and gazed into her eyes with a friendly glare, "I'm fine. And you've only slept for about four hours, you sure you can run on that?" He asked concerningly, as he fumbled with his hands in the pockets of his tight black jeans. He slid on hand around his back, and began twiddling his wallet chain nervously.