[spoiler]Cell-3=Celle Briggs Student Nazo=Nate Briggs Snowy=Miss Snow HoTh=John Hothman xX_miniatimat_Xx=Mini (Dead) TheGreatAdidas=Greg Adler Hammerfist1245=Xavier Mjolnirschpang=Mjol NIL=Ninette (Dead) MØØSE=Tom "Moose" Martin Artemis=Arty Crowe (Dead) Verminator=Verm Digsby Zbruh=Zhenya Deatheater200=Jason Darth Turtle=Daniel Turk Ems468=Ems OrangeThirteen=Oran Secondary character: John Watson=Walter "Watts" Hutsen[/spoiler] Moose stepped cautiously into the hall, the others following close behind him. The walls were a pale blue and had strange multicolored stains every few feet. Once they had made their way further into the room they saw several strong wooden doors. Beside each door was a window with bars instead of glass. Moose peeked into a few. In one was a woman laying strapped to a bed, writhing and screaming at the top of her lungs. In another was a man banging metal plates together and splattering his food upon the walls. Moose walked quietly, so the patients wouldn't notice him but the loudness covered his footsteps quite well. A few of the patients were tame, and sat in their cells coloring. Moose continued on until he reached the door with the number five painted above it. Inside was a man sitting cross-legged on the floor with his back to the wall, staring at something in his hands. He didn't seem like the other patients. His room was clean and organized, and instead of coloring he had a stack of leather-bound books on his shelf. His room was the only that contained two beds, though one looked as if it hadn't been slept on in weeks. Snow timidly stepped to the window. "Mr. Elway?" She called out softly. "No thank you. For the hundredth time, I don't like juice." He said, keeping his back to the window. "Um, you misunderstand the meaning of this visit. We'd like to ask you about something." Said Celle, still plugging his nose. Elway turned around to face the group. Unlike the other patients, he was wearing normal clothing. Brown pants, with a butting down shirt and a sweater vest. Perfectly normal attire, except Nate noticed that all the buttons had been torn off. He looked about thirty years old. His hair was combed and he had a bushy brown beard. The only thing off about his face was his scars. He had a deep, purple line stretching across his neck that his collar could not hide. Part of his head was slightly indented and one of his eyes had been stitched shut. He stood up and walked to the window, still clasping something in his hands. "Before we start, would you please let this little fellow out the window? He's been bothering me for weeks." Elway stretched out his hand and placed a small beatle on the metal bars. Zhenya took the beatle and strode to the small, round window in the hallway. He opened it and tipped the beatle out into the ocean. "Thank you" said Elway. "He'll be much happier in death, and at the same time will become the dinner to some fortunate fish." "Erm, yes well, that's taken care of. Do you mind if we ask you something now?" Said Oran. "Go right ahead" "Do you know anything about a man called "Mr. Mortis"?" Asked Greg. "Ah that fellow eh? I suppose this means he did carry out his plan." "Just tell us what you know please." Said Celle. He desperately wanted to leave. The man in cell 3 kept staring at him. "Oh well. I guess I could tell you." Sighed Elway. " Mortis smuggled me a letter not too long ago, asking if I would help him with this plan of his. He bribed me with a painless and instant death. I declined, as I already had my suicide planned out. You see, the first three attempts didn't go as planned" he said, gesturing to his face. "Anyways I referred him to my roommate, Mr. Inglewood. He also craved death, but not in the way I did. I want to go out with a bang, and put on a show. That's why Mortis wanted me in the first place. But Inglewood just wanted it done, and was willing to go to any means to get it. So Mortis helped Inglewood escape, and he was gone. That's all I've heard. They don't tell us much in here." "Thank you Mr. Elway. We'll be going now." Said Celle, grabbing his brother and trying to drag him away from the room. Everyone followed him, but Zhenya hung back. "Why not you and Inglewood kill each other?" He said to Elway. "Zhenya!" Scolded Snow. " You shouldn't ask that!" "I'm curious too." Said Jason Elway laughed. "I don't mind miss. You see sir, if we killed each other one of us would end up in a more secure facility with little to no chance of escape or death. We had already thought of this long ago." "Why exactly do you want to die so badly?" Said Ems. "A good question. See, me and Inglewood share the same way of thinking. Death is like the release. It's falling asleep after a tiresome day, and waking to find a better one. In this life, there is war, famine, suffering. But in the next life there will be peace. There's no one in this life worth staying for, and the only thing keeping everyone from happiness, is themselves." Everyone stood looking shocked at his words. He delivered them so confidently, for a moment they forgot he was in this cage for a reason. Greg strode forward and gripped the bars. "You're wrong! How could you say that? Do you just expect every one to up and kill themselves?! That's sick-OW!" Greg jumped back from the window clutching his fingers. Elway had tried to bite them off. "So sorry." Said Elway, wiping the blood from his lips. "Couldn't help myself." Jason pulled Greg by the arm out of the room and they slammed the door shut behind them. Verm suddenly pointed to the corridor and yelled: "Look!" Standing just in front of them was a bewildered looking John. He pulled out his pistol and fired a few shots at them. The group dropped to the ground and put their hands over their heads. John turned and ran down the hall in the opposite direction. They leapt up, quickly making sure they were all alright. Moose, Verm, Oran and Ems ran after John. Celle stood and helped Snow to her feet. He felt a hand clasp his shoulder. "Celle?" He turned to see his brother, standing with his hand over his chest, as the stain of blood spread like a blooming flower over his clothes. "Nate!" Screamed Celle. Nate toppled over but Jason caught him, easing him to the ground. "Daniel run and find a doctor and a stretcher! I'll try to stop the bleeding." Hollered Snow To be continued