Cole chugged the rest of his Pinot Grigio, and headed out into the encampment. He dawdled on his way towards his living complex, soaking in his new surroundings. "So this is my life... " he whispered under his breath, eying the massive building in front of him. Walking through the front door, smiling as they opened up automatically, he headed towards the receptionists desk.

"Hi, I'd like my keys please?"
"Name?" the receptionist asked, barely listening.
"Cole Belle, and look at me when I'm talking to you." Cole added, sounding somewhat cold.
"Oh!..." She looked up into his eyes, full of a need to be revered, "Here's your key, you're in Room 7."
"Thanks." Cole replied, and sauntered off to his room.

Locking the door behind him, he surveyed his bedroom. Nice nice nice! he thought, as he sat down in what had to be the most comfy couch ever, and flicked on his plasma television. I wonder what he'll make me be... probably the field medic, because of Syn... and I'm OK with that. Cole smiled at the thought of helping his ... not so much friends but colleagues in the field of battle.

The Wraith watched all of them get their keys and walk towards their room as he fished out his and took the stairs to very top of the building, fifth floor. He finally got to the top and walked towards the only door that was in the hallway. It was a very short hallway, only a few steps from the stairway as he walked towards it. He unlocked the door and opened it to show a extremely lavish and large room. He had the whole fifth floor to himself... but he wasn't happy.

He never did like how everyone treated him... with such dignity and undying gratitude. He always had the best of things ever since began this revolution which would make any normal man happy... but he wasn't a normal man... at least not anymore. His normal life was behind him now and his new life only had one thing in mind... vengeance.

He threw his cloak off and screamed loud and hard, falling to his knees and pounding at the floor hard. He had these moments every once and awhile when he thought to much of the past and he pains it caused him. His whole body quivered as he buried his face in the red satin floor and trembling with anger. "That bitch..." he said, "That bitch..."

Syn felt bored, and walked out of her room. Beside her, Room 7, she heard a voice and footsteps. She was curious of who could be living next to her. After all, she'd have to be nice to all these people, and she was bored. After she'd reach this person, she'd surely take her freedom walk on the beach like she'd wanted to for hours.

Opening the door, she went outside. She turned around, and locked her door. Going next door, she gripped the door-knob, and tried to turn it, though it was locked. She sighed, and knocked on the door.

She heard them. Sitting in her little black dress, high heels strapped to her feet, hair done nicely, and a beautiful silver chain around her neck holding upon its end a smooth ruby cross. Her blue eyes snapped open, hazed a bit with her previous thinking. She was on the fourth floor, and soon, she heard pounding on her ceiling. A smile lit her face.

"Welcome back." She whispered to herself, coming to a stand. Nikki smiled, her dark eyes portraying a thousand wretched crimes as she slipped out of her room. Walking slowly up the steps, she found herself at Wraith's door. Her slender and long fingers ran over the door, her nails done nicely and painted a blood red. Tapping them on the door, she then let her fist create, and her knuckles pound softly- rapping upon the door of Wraith's room.

"Welcome back Wraith. It's been boring with your absence." Nikki chuckled. To her, she wasn't able to distinguish what Wraith was. Not a brother, but a friend, closer- a boss. He led her, showed her the way to creatively collect and dispense her energy in more helpful and recreational manners.

Nikki had had a hard time, controlling herself. She was naturally calm, quite, with a vicious dark nature and aggression that couldn't be truly discouraged. Nikki was most literally insane, and she was most grateful for her freedom.

"May I come in, or would you prefer me here?" She said softly, her voice straight-toned, feminine and enchanting whilst still seeming dangerous- the kind of voice that sentenced death.
Nikki smiled, pulling a cigarette and match from the center of her bra. She struck the match on Wraith's door, and lit the cigarette. Placing the butt between her lips, she dragged on it slowly, tossing the cooling match aside and mashing it with the toe of her black heel.

Who could that be... Cole thought, as the knocks on the mahogany door echoed through the large room. He walked over and peeked through the keyhole, from which he saw Syn, waiting patiently for a response. "Hi Syn!" he said while opening the door, "what brings you to my humble abode?" Cole continued, providing the ruse that he'd lived here for much longer than 3 minutes. He stepped over to the couch and jumped over, landing squarely on the left cushion of the love seat. House M.D. was playing, the theme song blasting through the speakers. "Sit down." Cole said, patting the cushion next to him.

The Wraith heard her voice and breathed hard, gripping the rug and closing his eyes, trying to concentrate. "J...Just a second..." he said loudly, grabbing the cloak and putting it on himself again, concealing him once more. He walked over towards the door and unlocked it, opening it and seeing her standing in front of him, "Nikki... how was things while I was gone?" he said, still panting lightly through his nose, "Come on in..." he said, waving her in as he walked over towards a mini bar he had, "Anything you'd like to drink?" he said, standing behind the bar and rubbing his head slowly, still breathing hard through his nose.

Nikki stepped inside, seeing Wraith's distressed state. She did not feel good about him being in this horrid state, but she could not do anything about it. Nikki had her own rage-filled fits that could not be stopped, fits of biting and attacking and destroying everything. The slender woman was quite strong when slipping out of her mind.

Slipping inside, she heard his offer for a drink.
"A bit of wine would do, or a scotch if you have any." She chuckled, turning to look back at him. As the door closed and he scuttled inside, she thought back to her room, and of her medicine cabinet. God forbid the woman had some drugs, but she didn't use many of them unless emergency's demanded it.

"Hey Wraith." She said softly, moving to lean on the back of his sofa. "You ok? It's not good to be breaking down within five minutes of coming back. If you need a Valium to sleep, I'll give you some. It'll calm you down." She said gently, her words ginger and her tone still somewhat unwavering from its usual. But for Nikki to show kindness and compassion was a feat in itself, so for her words to be kind and compassionate meant more than it could possibly seem. But Wraith was her friend, her leader, and her teacher. She would forever be indebted to the man who helped her break out so long ago.

The Wraith sighed as he took out a wine glass and poured it 3/4 of the way and walked over towards her, "You know I am against any type of drug... my pain is something I must take care of myself Nikki... but I want to thank you for the help," he gave her the drink and sat on the sofa next to her and began rubbing his eyes in a circular motion with another sigh. "I... I killed The Twins... we aren't going to be getting any more mercy this time... we need to be on constant alert from now on... as one of my captains, I want you to make sure everyone has an issued Smith and Wesson automatic pistol on them at least..."

Syn shook her head, "Oh no, I was just seeing on who my neighbor could be," she spoke with a smile, "I'll see you soon." She waved, and walked right past his door. She wasn't in need of conversation at this time, and she'd rather be kept to herself right now. Walking down the hall-way, she noticed an elevator. Thank GOD, she thought loudly. Five buttons were on it. Pressing the fifth button, she watched as the elevator doors open. Stepping in slowly, she could feel the pulse as it lifted her up. She waited silently, and finally, the doors opened. Curious of her surroundings, she stepped out of the elevator, and walked the hallways. While she did so, she whistled loudly, and put her hands in her pockets. She noticed a door, and stopped. No, she spoke. Don't let the best get to you. Besides, another has already been here. She could smell the scent of cigarette coming through the door. Must be a meeting. So much did she want to find him out, and so much did she want to let him find her out as well. Fuck it. Her footsteps pondered the halls, and the echo was shivering. Finally, she reached to the end of the hallway. Dead...end? She turned on her heel, and began to walk back to th elevator.

Nikki settled on the sofa, to be accompanied by Wraith. He sat still be her, rubbing his eyes after handing her her wine. Nikki put the rim of the glass to her lips after swishing the red liquid about, and drank a bit from it. Feeling the cool taste drain into her throat, she relaxed a bit more into the soft cushions of the sofa.

"I had a feeling things would get more troublesome. I'll have to venture into my closet tonight and get everybody what they need." Nikki turned a bit, looking over the luxury of his room. It was strange; Wraith had never truly admired his own quarters. They were just... quarters to him.

Still staring ahead, she took another sip of wine and spoke.
"So how many have you picked up?" She whispered, speaking of the new people joining their ranks.

The Wraith raised an eyebrow, hearing faint whistling and footsteps outside, "Who would be on the top floor?" he asked to himself, getting to his feet and starting to walk towards his door, "Excuse me for one second Nikki..." he reached for the knob and turned it. He opened the door to see Syn walking the opposite way down the hallway and raised an eyebrow, "Syn?" he said loudly, "What are you doing on this floor? I thought yours was the third floor..." The Wraith looked down and saw a cigarette bud on the floor. He sighed and picked it up, turning around and dropping it in the trash near his door.

I leave the building and head to the shops. I buy 2 pairs of black pleather gloves, some cheaper black jeans, a few black t-shirts, and a few black long sleeve shirts. I go and buy some gum and some 4in. wooden skewers and a hallow metal Cane. I like to keep a wodden skewer in my mouth while I work (like some do with grass). I then head to the weapons shops and buy some tools and ammo. I spent about 350$ in all. I needed the rest for food so no weapons yet. I head back to the room and put my stuff away.

She reached the elevator, and pressed the third button. She kept her eyes locked on the door, and said, "I am on the third floor." She waited gradually for the doors to be opened. When they did so, she put her hand on the side, so they wouldn't close. She turned her head, and looked at him, "I'm just exploring." Her face showed no expression, but the expression of...stern. She stook a step inside the elevator, and the pulse took her down.

When the elevator arrived to it's destination, she slowly took a step out. Walking back to the hallway, she reached her room. Turning the knob, she stepped back in. She shut the door, and backed into it. Her mind raced, and she shot her eyes in a widened stare. She sat on the bed, and her anger shot through her body like wildfire. Gripping the bedsheets, she felt the sensation. ...A very ugly one. She heard a rip, and looked down to her sheets. They had been torn from the anger she'd possessed. "Control it," she studdered, "Control it, Syn! You can fight this!"

She thought she could so. Taking one of the pistols, she went out to her balcony, and aimed it at someone. NO! Her thoughts told her. Realizing of her anger, she dropped the gun, and backed away into the room. She let out a few hard breaths, and placed her head in her hands. She lifted her head up and sighed. She walked back outside, and picked up the gun. She looked at it in her hands, and threw it on the bed. She sat outside on the balcony chair, with her elbows on her knees, and her head in her hands once again.

...This...was going to be hard.

The Wraith sighed and turned around, closing the door and shaking his head, "Sorry... coming back to your questions... we had eight, but one dropped out at the beginning... didn't want to move from his cell it seems... so now we have Syn, a woman with much spirit and handles a dual pistol weaponry, Cole, who seems pretty handy with the medical side of things, Asara, has much energy and skills we have to unlock, Magix, has split personalities that lead him to be useful when he is needed, Sammie, who seems to be fighting with some nightmares constantly. She worries me the most... we can't have her constantly staying awake because of her fear... she has much talent and will when she is rested... but we'll just have to figure out how to take care of that later. Jacob, who likes to do his best to save the others in the group, a good asset, and another character that has been quiet this whole time Mehoni. I think we finally got our all star group this time Nikki..." The wraith said, looking over at her from his shrouded face.

I haven't been out for this long in a while. I can feel myself weaken. I lay my head down to try to deal with a headache. Trice can come out if he wants.
As I drift off I Zane loose control of the body until I can regain some strength. Let Trice have some fun.

I slowly wake up. Where am I? This isn't the asylum. What have I done? Oh god did they escape again? I get up and run out of there. I try to find my way out but I find myself just wandering the hallways. I can't help yelling "WHERE THE HELL AM I?"

Sammie had somehow managed to stay awake the entire trip there. Getting out of the limo her eyes squinted against the sunlight. The first thing she would need to buy would be a pair of sunglasses. Although she really did enjoy the sunshine since she hadnt seen much of it while she had been locked up.

Somehow Sammie managed to stumble her way inside and in a tired whisper ask the receptionist for her room key which was given to her almost instantly. Heading over to the elevator she went up to the second floor and found room 14 which was to be her new home. Secretly hoping that the room was sound proffed as she headed down the hallway. It seemed pretty much empty, not that she was awake enough to notice anyone even if they had been there.

Not bothering to shower or get changed Sammie spread out on the bed and almost instantly feel asleep. Now that she was by herself she could afford for the nightmares to overcome her without the fear that someone would hear her.

Next thing Syn knew, she was standing alone on the beach with her same clothing, but barefoot. She watched as the current hit her feet. Sighing, she sat on the warm sand below her. Taking a handful, she watched as it fell from her hand. Grabbing another handful, she threw it into the water, and she watched it fade away.

She layed back, letting the sun soak her up. She felt...a presence on top of her. She sighed, and looked up. She saw a dog of black hovering over her. She gasped, and slid away. The dog barked, and sniffed her. "Wha-?" Syn spoke. The dog licked her cheek. She giggled, and pet the dog. Since no collar was on it's neck, she decided she may just keep him. The dog layed next to her, soaking in the sun. Syn, decided to do the same. Beside her new friend, she soaked up sun of her own.

The hooded man walked back towards the bar and put away the wine and was silent as he walked back over towards the window to look outside, "The only thing I like about this room is the view..." he said, seeing the whole beach and the water glistening in the distance. He sighed as he admired the view, seeing it as if it were painted by angels.

He saw someone laying on the beach and looked, seeing Syn and raising an eyebrow. He glanced at her and the stray dog and continued to look at the sea, "Nikki... I have a feeling that by the end of this, I am destined to be killed..." he looked over at her, "If this happens, I want you to continue my work... my cause... I want you to lead these people to the revolution and destroy the corruption surrounding us... can I count on you to do that?"

There's nothing I can do. I can't find my way out. I feel so hopeless. Just as I was locked in my head I was still stuck. Why was noone around. Maybe I'm dead and in hell. It's what Zane and Trice deserve. I could've just been dragged down with them again. No they say you can tell when your dead. I was very much alive and living the next part of my crappy life. I am and always will be destined to fade into eternal darkness and damnation for the crimes of my alters. The bastards.....

Sammie hadnt been asleep that long, she had been having one of her nightmares. This time she was strapped to a chair in the centre of a dark room, a single light globe hanging from the roof providing the only source of light. A man who stayed mostly in the shadows held up a large pair of plyers. Bringing them to her fingers as he cut one off and then the next while she could hear herself screaming in pain. The plyers crunched down on the forth finger and the sound of the bone snapping in half could be heard.

Sammie woke up screaming, the bed sheets tangled around her and her throat aching from the amount of screaming she must have done while she was unconcious and dreaming. Sitting up she hoped that no one else had heard her. With a quick glance down at her hands to make sure all her fingers were still there she got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to splash some water on her face, glancing at the clock and seeing that she had only been asleep for about an hour.

She was still dressed from where she had fallen instantly asleep the moment she had entered the room. Looking around now she noticed how nice the room was, how fantastic the view was but also how much it was like the lifestyle she had been brought up in with all the expensive things. Grabbing some money that had been left on the desk by the window and putting it in her pocket Sammie walked out into the hallway to explore.