Reason listened to Jericho and his plan. It was a good a plan as any. She hadn't noticed Rolando had been in the room with her and the older man, who's name she still hadn't recieved but hopefully, if they survived this, she could ask him.
When the guards came in she jumped but Jericho made short work of them. Calling him, capable was an understatement. Child or not. Suddenly, Rolando was back with them. She was glad for that. She didn't want to lose anyone in this group. It was then she heard Hamlet say he'd scout ahead. Now, one hand, she didn't want to smother the poor boy, she'd only met her a few hours ago, if that but on the other hand, she didn't want him alone in this place.She turned her attention to the others when her woman's intuition told her to check on him. He was gone and she missed it. Instantly worried, she took off in the direction she'd only guessed he'd taken. She slowed so not to scare him. He wasn't anywhere. It was then her barefoot hit something solid. She froze. What was that? she thought and kneeled down. Her hand it something that felt like a person's chest. She pulled her hand back in shock. She moved her hand upward until she reached what felt like a face. She gasped. She felt this face before. "Hamlet!" She cried. She pulled the invisible body of the boy into her lap. It was a strange thing. Lifting something she couldn't see but she had other things to worry about now. Like who or what did this to him. She got the ever- familiar feeling of someone watching her. Typically this was followed by an attack from some lecherous man. She touched the cool marble of the floor underneath her and the bonding process began. Marble was heavy on her skin as it coated her body but was the only way to project herself. "Who's there!" she called out but the marble made it difficult.

Jericho looked at Rolando. He pointed his gun in Rolando's direction and fired, the bullet going thee inches to the left and hitting another guard behind him in the head, though it was unclear if Jericho was aiming for that. "You missed one..." he noted with a slight smile. He can see peoples electro-magnetic fields. Everyone has a slightly different one.

That's when he saw Hamlet leave to scout ahead, and Reason follow him. "Get their armor and weapons. Then we should go find Ha..." he started, then saw something. A phone. He ran over to it, dialing a number. He needed to know. It then said "Sorry, but this line has been disconnected. Please try again". Jerichowas half annoyed and half relieved. "Okay, let's get the others then get out of this place".

He walked out of the room, and went towards the garage. Then he stopped, and turned around to face the others. "Which way is the garage? I know Hamlet went this way, but I just realized we don't know where it is...."

Hamlet woke up as Reason put him on her lap. He knew what had just happened. One of the people he saw, probably the killer, was telepathic, and that person discovered Hamlet and knocked him out. Damn.... Hamlet tried to move, but can't. All he could actually do right now was to make his little illusions with his brain. His body didn't respond to his body's wishes. How pathetic of me... To be caught off guard like that.. Now my body can't do a thing except breathe and blink. Hamlet got his mind off of scolding himself and started thinking of ways to know what Hamlet discovered. What can I do to alert the others...? And the light bulb lit.

Hamlet focused on his own memory of what happened moments before Hamlet got knocked down and made it into an illusion. So far, he could send it to someone's mind at a certain distance. And the only people in range was Jericho and Rolando, unfortunatly. And thus, Hamlet sent the message to Reason, Rolando, and Jericho. He hoped it wasn't too late for the others.

Arach was getting more and more impressed with everyone in the group as their escape went on. The one called Jericho was incredibly competent with the gun they found, Rolando managed to trek through the whole jail by himself to get his gear back, and Reason was making sure everyone was getting out together and that they were all taken care of. It was a good group. They worked well enough together and there was, so far, no internal conflict. Hopefully, when they all got out together, they would stick together. As much as he didn't want to stay in the prison anymore than he had to, Arach almost didn't want to leave. He enjoyed the company, the drive of the mission, and the cohesiveness as a whole. While there was no stopping them from getting out, Arach hoped that they'd all stick together after the escape. After all, the littler ones needed someone to take care of them, and the older ones just wanted their freedom, so hopefully they wouldn't mind sticking together. Either way, Arach snapped himself out of his little reverie, he was needed in the real world.

As they ambushed the guards, Arach felt a little uneeded. Jericho snapped into action far faster than Arach could react, and Arach didn't like the feeling of being protected. While it was good he didn't have to use a Draconic Aspect, Arach didn't want to not pull his own weight. Arach had to remind himself not to beat himself up. He was among individuals like himself for a change. He didn't need to always protect everyone, even though he wanted to. The others were just as capable as he, some even more so. He wasn't a lone superhuman anymore, he was one of a group, and he needed to let other step up when they knew they could shine brightest. Therefore, when Arach was offered the armor, he smiled a little, thinking back to the first time he used his third favorite draconic aspect, he didn't really... need that armor. So, Arach shrugged when he was offered the armor, finally able to speak again, he gave his reason for declining it: "If push comes to shove, I can take care of myself, armored or not. Give the armor to the others first, I'll take a set if there's any left over. I'd rather not have to rely on it. Plus, for now, I've got this vest. It's only taken a few shots, so I'll be good for a while."

They'd made it to the way point. So, Arach decided to do exactly what he'd already done. He ate some food, and began to search around for anything useful. He'd found some more food, and managed to fit a bit more of it in his bags, taking out the large, bulkier packages, and replacing them with airtight food supplies. He also took out his sleeping bag and jacket and compressed them down as tight as they would go before putting them back in at the bottom of his bag. He drank all of what was in his water skein and refilled it at the sink. He also managed to find two more bottles of water and filled them, putting them in his bag as well. He took out his pair of hunting knives and rummaged around in his bag, making still more space. He hooked them to a belt loop on the left side of his pants using the sheath straps. After he'd "condensed" his own supplies, he continued to fill his bag with as much airtight food supplies and water as he could. He was done after about 3 minutes. Looking in his bag, he figured he'd managed to add another two or three days worth of food supplies to his little cache, he hoped they'd be able to find transportation so he wouldn't have to ration it, but he was prepared to do exactly that. While he was preparing, he heard Hamlet express his wish to scout ahead and he saw him leave. He noticed that Rolando was back with them, and Reason was counting heads, making sure everyone was there and checking up on everyone. After a moment, she seemed to remember something and left in a hurry.

Looking around, he'd realized that, for a while at least, there was nothing else he needed to do, the others could take care of themselves if they needed to, and no one had asked for his help. So, Arach sat down, plunked his bag down next to him, and meditated. It was only for a moment or two, but he felt the sweet relief of that momentary reprieve sink deep into his bones. It was glorious.

Suddenly, Arach heard a noise, looking up, he tried to pinpoint the source of the noise. Then he heard it, Reason screamed. "Who's there?" She cried, and Arach was up and on it faster than he could remember moving in a long time. He wasn't losing anyone here, not now, not ever. He turned in the direction he heard her voice come from, and saw her in the hallway. She was crouched down, and... holding something. He rushed over to them and knelt next to her, "What's wrong?" he asked her.

"What's wrong?" Arach asked Reason. Hamlet mentally sighed. Even more people to worry about.

Hamlet made himself visible, only to Reason and Arach. His head was bleeding, a little dtream of crimson red running down the left side of his face. Thankfully, the telepathic didn't knock Hamlet harder with whatever the mystery assailant was wielding at the time, since Hamlet would've died without anyone knowing.

Hamlet made the illusion of putting a finger on his mouth to signal to be quiet. His body still didn't respond to any of his commands, so he had to resort to tricks of the eye. The telepathic must've shut down any way for my body to move... Luckily, he spared my life... And hopefully it's not permenant. Hamlet mentally sighed once again. However, with each passing moment Hamlet slowly started to feel like he could control a small part of his body. With luck, he would be able to control his body before the telepathic came. IF we were lucky... Hamlet thought.

Reason gasped at the image projected in her mind by Hamlet. She looked around for any clue to who may have done this. It was then that the older man-Arach appeared beside her. "Hamlet was struck by-" Itwas then that Hamlet reappeares in her lap. He was bleeding from his head. She held his head up and closed her hand over the wound. "Please. Mr. Arach, could you get me something patch him up with." She asled him and turned her attention back to Hamlet. "Hamlet. Can you hear me? I need to know if you have a concussion." She said, trying a concussion test. "I need you to tell me the alphabet. Can you do that for me?" She asked him softly, smoothing his hair away from the bloody gash on his head.
(Sorry so short)

Hamlet rolled his eyes, or at least tried to, when Reason asked him to say the alphabet. I'm paralyzed. How am I supposed to say the damn alphabet? He then sent an illusion of himself writing on the ground. The letters were engraved where he traced the letters. It said "My body is paralyzed. Go back to the others with me, and hurry. There's a telepathic nearby." Then, Hamlet turned all of them invisible to anyone but themselves and the others.

That should do it for now. If the other prisoners find us, they won't see a thing. Well, maybe they could detect us if the telepathic was with them. Then we would be screwed. Hamlet started to stare at the ceiling and closed his eyes. He had enough action for one day. It's time he slept until someone slapped him or poured a bucket of water on him. Right before he slept however, he added to the message "I'm not dead. I'm going to sleep. Don't make any noise; I've made ourselves invisible. The other prisoners can't see us, but they can hear us."

Rolando looked at Jericho. This kid had to have some advanced mental capacity to be able to wield a gun effectively at the age of ten. It worried Rolando that if he had been just three inches to his left, Jericho would have struck him in the head, or the wall of invisible energy that constantly revolved around Rolando. He had control over the force, but for his protection, he kept it activated, and thankfully it replenished itself, thereby relieving him of the duty of worrying about exhaustion and the like. Rolando strapped the gear tightly onto his back to allow for easy maneuvering and checked the guards for any type of keys. He found two sets and placed them on his person.

As they left the room they had hulled up in, Rolando kept quiet. He walked silently beside Jericho and heard what Jericho said, but the images he was receiving in his head were like warnings. The only problem Rolando had was finding the source of these images. He quickly looked around and noticed Reason and noticed that Reason, Hamlet and Arach were all missing. His power over sound could allow him to echolocate them as well as the culprit responsible for Hamlet’s condition, but he would need everyone to cooperate.

“Cover your ears!” he stated rather forcefully as he opened his mouth and released a piercing shriek, not to do harm but to locate.

The shriek filtered throughout the facility pinpointing the location of each individual the sound waves hit. When the rebounded back to Rolando, he quickly looked in the direction Reason, Arach and Hamlet were. Thrusting his hand forward, an orb formed around thin air, or so it seemed. He had found the culprit, the one responsible for harming Hamlet. The only downside to the sonic shriek he had just released was that now the facility knew, now the others like them knew and they would have to move even more quickly now in order to keep safe. Rolando swung his hand and the orb went careening against the metal wall, colliding with it, the culprit within the orb slamming hard against the metal and collapsing.

“Reason, Hamlet, Arach, let’s get out of here NOW!!! Jericho, I know where the garage is, it is that way. If we go now, we may make it, but we have to leave now.”

At this time Hamlet heard a loud shriek. At least Rolando found us. I think he knows that he had alerted every person in this facility as well. By this time Hamlet managed to gain full control of his body. He stands up and runs towards Rolando. "Damnit... My body is still sore from whatever the guy hit me with." Hamlet turns to the collapsed attacker and grinned. "Well... You saved me the trouble of getting revenge." Hamlet turns to Arach and Reason. "Now, let's go."

Hamlet runs to the others, shooting a couple of guards on the way with the pistol he got earlier. "Geez... They just keep coming. Is there an end to this?" Despite all the interferance, Hamlet managed to get to the party he serperated from. "Sorry guys... Telepathic got in the way. If it weren't for me, we would still have the element of surprise..."

Reason was in near panic mode as she saw Hamlet's message. She had no idea how to deal with paralysis. Cuts, scrapes broken bones even but full paralysis? She was trying to figure something out when a piercing scream rang out and cracked the marble bonded to her skin. The marble broke off her skin, scattered on the ground and her flesh was free but not without taking peices of skin with it. It was all she could do not to scream out loud. Rolando appeared and the Hamlet just stood up. She couldn't even say anything afriad she might scream. She managed to sluggishly pull herself up but felt dizzy from the pain. Walking even hurt. She ran with Hamlet unable to keep up with his pace due to the pain from the broken bond. She made it in just enough time to hear his apology. She wanted to say something but she was bleeding so bad, her face blanched and she wavered trying not pass out. "It's not-"It was then her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she fell into Rolando.

((Sorry guys, I thought I posted...))

Blackness. That's what hit next. The Lights went out. Although, it was day, so daylight was pouring through every window and opening. Jericho ran towards the garage, but as soon as he got there......he felt a sword on his back. "Not so fast.....you think it would be this easy?"

Whoever she was, whatever she was wearing was blocking off her EM Waves. He simply asked "Who are you?" "Someone who plans to get a lot of money because of you....".

(sorry, i have a cold, it makes it hard to post properly)

(OOC: Damn. I was waiting for something new to show up other than those last two posts. I hope this rp doesn't die.)

Hamlet turned around to see Reason fall. Suddenly, memories of his mother's murder came into mind, and his reaction to Reason's fall was just the same as when his mother was killed. "Reason!" Hamlet rushed to Reason's side. She was bleeding, a lot. Hamlet had only a little knowledge of first-aid, since he was only taught how to use various weapons. Hamlet turned to the others and said "Someone! Please! Help her!"

There was tears in his eyes, but Hamlet didn't care at all. Reason was the first person to give him that sensation of being mothered and loved again. Now here she is, bleeding and possibly dieing in front of him. It's not fair... It's not fair at all!"Hamlet muttered. Then he said in a normal volume, his words choked up. "Everytime someone tries to show love for me... They end up getting some kind of serious injury! Everytime someone acts like my mother... That person dies! IT'S NOT FAIR!" Hamlet pounded the ground at the last word. There he was, the little orphan boy who lived the life of Hamlet, only to survive and suffer even more because he managed to escape the hands of death.

Even though Reason was his main worry, Hamlet saw through his tears that something was wrong. "W-Where's Jericho?"

(I was waiting as well *shrugs* )
Reason's bare arm touched Hamlet's bare skin and something strange happened. The bonding that usually only worked on solid material happened with his skin. The wounds on her arms closed as skin slid over of them. Reason's eyes shot open and she gasped. Catching her breath, she looked around, she couldn't see because it was dark but heard Hamlet's voice. "H-hamlet?" She asked reaching up. She felt his face. His cheek was moist. She used her thumb to wipe his tears. She could hardly move but she didn't want him sad. "Hey..."She whispered. She managed to pull herself up. She was in so much pain and had gone deathly pale from blood lost but she wasn't concerned with that now. She grabbed his face gently with both hands, wiping his tears. She didn't understand what happened but she was bleeding anymore and Hamlet was holding her. She figured he did something. Whatever it was she grateful.

(OOC: Sorry guys, I've had tests everyday this week, but now that it is weekend, it is relaxing time!)

Arach was concerned, to say the least. Hamlet was lying on the floor in Reason's lap. Hamlet's head was bleeding and Reason had just told him to get some bandages for his head. Just as Arach was about to leave to get the bandages, his ears were ravaged by a blast of sound. He covered his ears and crouched down to the floor, the waves of sound crashing against his whole body. He stood up when it finally finished, slightly dazed by its sudden coming and going. He looked around for the source of the noise, finding nothing that could produce such a hellish sound. Arach was just about to leave for the bandages, when Rolando appeared, shouting, "Reason, Hamlet, Arach, let’s get out of here NOW!!! Jericho, I know where the garage is, it is that way. If we go now, we may make it, but we have to leave now." Not wasting a second, Arach started running. After a moment, he heard Hamlet scream. Whipping his body back around, what Arach saw horrified him. Hamlet and Reason's original positions had reversed. Him holding her, and she bleeding on the floor. Her whole body was covered in wounds, and she was losing blood very quickly. Arach shouted back to Rolando, "Go on ahead, we'll be right with you! Get to the garage now! Take the girls with you and don't lose anyone!" Arach bolted back to Reason's side, and just as he made it to her, something amazing happened. Her skin flowed like water, and all her wounds healed nigh instantaneously. For now it seemed, due to some miracle, she was ok. Thank heaven. Then Hamlet, dropped a bomb. He'd noticed Jericho was missing. The color drained from Arach's face, and he felt a sickening dropping sensation in the pit of his stomach. Something was wrong. He didn't know how he knew, but he didn't care. There was something sinister in the way Jericho was missing just after he'd ran off towards the garage. Further, he'd just sent a little girl to the same place.

Not wasting another second, Arach crouched down and picked up Reason. "I'm sorry for doing this so suddenly Miss. I'm sorry if I've invaded your personal space, but you can slap me later because it's time to go. I'm not sure if you can run on your own just yet, and I'm not taking that chance. I'm not losing anyone today." Standing and looking over at Hamlet, he said, "Let's go. We need to get with Rolando, the girls, and Jericho. Now." Running after Rolando and Jericho carrying Reason like a baby, Arach had to work hard to keep up, but it didn't matter to him. Everyone was getting out of here alive, and he would make damn sure of it. The weight of the life in his arms reminded him of a time not so long ago, when he'd held a life, not very different from this one, in his arms... No, Arach couldn't dwell on such sad memories; Arach had to stay focused on the task at hand. These little ones, these children, these young men and women... They were like family now. They were precious to him. They needed him. More importantly, He needed them.

It didn't take long for them to catch up with Rolando, Luci, and Isabella. As they ran, Arach shared Hamlet's realization with the rest of the group. Their pace quickened. Jericho might be in danger. The second they made it to the garage, the lights died. Jericho was there, but there was a woman with a sword. Her blade pointed at Jericho's back. Arach had no idea what to do. He almost dropped Reason. He just stood there, fearing for his life that the blade wielding woman would take Jericho from this world if Arach gave her one reason to strike.

Hamlet followed Arach and the others to find Jericho in the garage. Hamlet was still confused at how Reason had healed. That... was too wierd. He had to recover quickly to catch up, since there was no time for a mother-son like situation to occur. As soon as the group reached the garage, however, the lights died, and Jericho was found, with a woman pointing a sword to his back.

Hamlet was shocked to see Jericho caught off-guard. This girl is good.... but not better than me. Hamlet thought. He had to think of a plan, fast. Hamlet's pistol was all out of ammo, except for one bullet. And she had just reserved the last one... Hamlet quickly thought out a plan to get this woman before she could strike Jericho. Then Hamlet had got it.

He used the precious three seconds of his telepathy to make himself invisible and silent, only to the assailant, and ran to the wall. Hamlet jumped onto it then quickly jumped off to spin kick the woman. She still had her sword, so Hamlet poinned her sword arm with the arm he had his pistol, which was also ppointed to her face. Hamlet also had his other arm pin her other arm, and his right leg pinning both the woman's legs. It was an awkward hold, especially when it came to the legs. However, anything will do to save Jericho's life. "What the hell are you wait for? Go!"

"Well well. Guess your the ones I want to talk to then. You see, here are the rules. One: Anything you do to me will also hurt him. I was sent here for a simple reason. Get him, and ransom him off. Or maybe sell him to the highest bidder. But you see, if anyone harms me...." she told them, then pricking her own finger with a needle, and an identical prick appeared on Jericho.... "He will Suffer. Don't ask me why my employer wants him, but he does. My guess is his rich parents.....". She then added "However, anything that hurts him wont hurt me. its strictly a send, not a receive for me.

Jericho looked at them, but then saw Hamlet do what he did. This caused Jericho a good deal of pain, and he found himself unable to move as well. The woman then said "You see? Now, how about you get off me, and we can be civil about this......".

Jericho couldn't even talk. But that's when an explosion sounded a lot closer then normal. He quickly realized what it was. It took him all his force, but he managed to move his head enough to say this: "I think the other prisoners are getting closer! We need to go!". Jericho hated feeling this useless.

As soon as Hamlet heard about Jericho's predicament, he was filled with rage. Hamlet couldn't fins any way to get around this situation, as any attempt on hurting Jericho's assalant would just defeat the purpose of doing it at all: to save Jericho and get away as safe as possible. "Why... You..." Hamlet spat out every single curse, insult, anything he knew in Japanese. The way Hamlet spoke, it was obvious what he was saying, and there was no need for translation. "You're damn lucky that you have Jericho as hostage..."
Hamlet hated this occurance. He was useless when it came to saving Jericho now, thanks to the woman. "Damn you." Hamlet used every last ounce of willpower to make his body not punch her in the gut, ribs, or the face as he got off the woman.

Reason felt herself be lifted up from Hamlet's lap. Her whole body hurt so bad. She heard Arach apologize. She wanted to tell him she appreciated him carrying her. She was unable to walk herself not until the pain passed. Arach froze and she felt his grip loosen briefly and then stiffen up again. She watched a woman hold Jericho hostage. She watched and then wrapped her arms around Arach to whisper in his ear. "Rolando has to scream. The high frequency will break the bond. Like it did my marble." Her voice would hardly audible if she weren't speaking in his ear. She then reached for Hamlet. She ushered him over. "You should cover your ears." She whispered.

Hamlet looked at Reason. What do you mean? Hamlet thought to himself. He looked around, hoping to see what she's getting at. Eventually, Hamlet found out what Reason was talking about. Alright then... Using Rolando to break the bond? Excellent strategy. Hamlet thought. He then went to Rolando and whispered. "Use your powers. It might break the bond between that woman and Jericho. I think that's what happened to Reason when you located us."

Hamlet started to back away from Rolando and plugged his ears. He did not want to be deaf after this.

Running, and more running. They ran as if they were never going to find the blasted garage. Midway through, Reason collapsed into Rolando and he panicked, not knowing what to do. Thankfully, Arach was able to heal her, sending him on his way with the others to the garage. Rolando wondered where Jericho was, and he hoped that the young male hadn't run into any trouble. His hopes came crashing down when he reached the garage and noticed that Jericho was being held at sword point by an unknown assailant. To make matters worse, when Hamlet attacked the assailant, Jericho felt the pain. This was bad. Whatever they did to the woman would be dealt to Jericho. It was an odd gift, a bonding power that Rolando wasn't truly familiar with. Still, he had to do something. He stood there, contemplating on what he should do. This woman was dangerous, and he had no doubt that she was skilled with that sword, but thankfully Hamlet had her pinned and now came the task of releasing Jericho from the hold.

"I can hear them coming. We have to get out of here or we're all dead. Cover your ears!"

Rolando targeted the female as well as Jericho. Opening his mouth, he unleashed a hellish scream that shook the very foundation of the facility. This would surely break the bond, but it would also pinpoint their location to anyone looking for them. This would mean that they would have to move instantly after the bond broke. After Rolando closed his mouth, and the high pitched sound wave ceased, Rolando rushed over to Jericho, his bags in tow.

"Are you alright? Is the bond broken?" He asked helping the young man to his feet.

"Bound and gag her Hamlet, She's coming with us. There might be something she knows."

Hamlet took the nearest and closest thing to a rope he could find and approached the woman, with a smile that says "You're freaking screwed once we're alone". There was no doubt in his mind that her client, whoever it was, had picked the wrong person to target. He quickly grabbed the rope and proceeded to tie the woman, first her wrists, then her ankles, then her wrists AND ankles, and then her mouth. They were all tied as tightly as possible, and Hamlet simply didn't give a damn about how unconfortable she is.

He then turned to Arach and asked "You mind helping me carry her?"

But that didn't end it. This building was under attack from the inside. The sound of half a dozen helicopters in the air.

That's when Jericho noted "Ignore her, she's dangerous. Besides, listen closely. Those arn't prison helicopters. Those are not even American. Which means, the prison is being attacked both inside and out. And if you didn't notice, the elect.....wait, you can't see those. Basically, there is a ton of explosions. I know this from the rapid EM field fluxes. We need to get out of here....."

Then the woman spoke up, causing Jericho to pause in fear as she told them "Tell me, do you know who you have there? Do you even know who you are rescuing and following? He is Jeremy Rico, THE Jeremy Rico, the spoiled son of Henry and Martha Rico, the billionaires. The same ones who's faulty airplane design killed over 200 people....and their son has both a ten million dollar bounty for his capture.......and can be ransomed for much more.......are you sure you want to take that risk? If you help me bring him in, you all could easily get enough money for a plane ticket to some far away, exotic country, where no one will be able to harm you again......and you'll still be able to buy whatever you want...."

Jeremy was crying slightly now, then burst out "It was the pilot! He was drunk, you liar!!!". He ran at her, ready to beat her to a bloody pulp. This would be because of two things, at least. One, he was the one who drew the original design (Though his father added detail and specifics and such), and it was in fact the pilot, and the other was that he was being judged based on wealth. Jericho HATED that. It's why he created the nickname Jericho. So that he at least had some sort of uniqueness, while not making it seem like he was ashamed of his actual family. She knew EXACTLY how to set him off.....it was fairly obvious that everything she said was carefully chosen to antagonize him.

(This would be the part where someone holds him back)

Reason closed her ears as Rolando shrieked. She was glad it worked. Then as Hamelt tied up the woman, she began to speak. Reason had heard of the plane crash. It was tragic but terrible things happened but to blame a child. That was low. Reason wanted to thoroughly acquainte the woman with the marble floor but Jericho was upset. To the point he was crying.
Ignoring the pain, she slipped out of Arach's grip and ran to the boy as he attacked the woman. She grabbed the boy and half dragged him away. She spun him to her and held his jaw so that he was looking at her. "Ignore her. She is baiting you. You can not let it get to you. If you kill her then you'll be no better then she is." Reason said, her voice uncharacteristically strong. She pulled him into a tight hug. "Don't let her get to you." She whispered trying to calm him down by stroking his hair. Her eyes fell on the woman. She felt the bond tingle her skin. She was seconds away from sending spiked marble through her skull but it wasn't worth the effort. She gripped Jericho a little tighter, she wanted him to know she was trying to comfort him. "You're smarter then her, you can think of another way to relatilate instead of mindlessly attacking her. She's thinking and so should you." She said, hoping he understood.

Hamlet glares at the woman tied up. "I have a few things to say to you, you bitch. One, who is the one in the worst situation here? Two, you're already in a sinking raft. I can end it now with my sword. And three, I don't see a spoiled bastard who came from a wealthy family and who's known as Jeremy Rico. All I see is an ally and a friend who's trying to help all of us escape here alive, and his name is Jericho." Hamlet slaps her in the face as he said "Jericho." I feel better already. All I need is something to vent my frustration on. Hamlet smiled. It was obvious who was in control here. But somehow, he was in conflict with himself. Part of him enjoyed seeing her tortured after hurting his first friend since he came to this hellhole... Yet, there was something familiar to that woman, but Hamlet can't put a finger on it. Damnit... Who is she?!

Jericho managed to regain his cool. He looked at the woman again. That's when he noticed something. "Wait.....what? What?!?". He looked more closer, now looking confused, and said again "What....". When the connection broke, he could see her magnetic fields again. He figured it out. When she had him under her power, her EM fields mimicked his in a way. It's why he couldn't see hers. Hers was his own. With this logic though, she would most likely be immune to the power of her victim, or at least resistant.

But now hers was back. And Hamlet was right next to her. "Alright, this might sound weird but.....your EM fields are incredibly similar. I've only seen this sort of similar in people who are, could, or will be true lovers......or siblings.....well, and people who were raised in very similar scenarios, but it would be incredibly similar, and would almost definently require having one experience together that's exactly the same.....".

That's when the prison shook, and military boots could be heard echoing from the halls. He then noted "We need to go....". He then looked at the APC. "Well, a stealthy escape might seem impossible now......but the opposite may be possible.....something strong enough so that they can't hurt us....yeah, that could work, we will take the APC....".

He then, in a softer tone, whispered to Reason "Thank you".

(How did none of us notice Isa was abandoned. D:)