[spoiler]Cell-3=Celle Briggs Student Nazo=Nate Briggs (Dead) Snowy=Miss Snow HoTh=John Hothman xX_miniatimat_Xx=Mini (Dead) TheGreatAdidas=Greg Adler VP Hammer=Xavier (Dead) Mjolnirschpang=Mjol/Mr. Mortis NIL=Ninette (Dead) MØØSE=Tom "Moose" Martin Artemis=Arty Crowe (Dead) Verminator=Verm Digsby (Dead) Zbruh=Zhenya Deatheater200=Jason Darth Turtle=Daniel Turk Ems468=Ems (Dead) OrangeTwelve=Oran JestingWorm697=Mr. Jester Batpug74=Bat Secondary character: John Watson=Walter "Watts" Hutsen (Dead)[/spoiler] Celle, Jason and Snow sprinted down the empty corridor after John, Jason falling behind as his leg slowed him down. Suddenly, John broke off his path and burst through a heavy metal door to his right, slamming it behind him. Celle and Snow reached the door just in time to hear the lock click. Celle kicked at the door but it didn't budge. "Get on the ground" commanded Snow. She pointed the pistol at the door. Celle dropped to his stomach "You too Jason!" She called down the hall. "It might ricochet!" Aiming at the door handle, she fired. The bullet ripped through the steel and was met with John on the other side. His scream was muffled by the door. Snow fired again, this time hitting the lock. Celle leapt up and shoved the door open. John lay just behind it with a bloody hole in his bicep, and a gas mask on his face. The large room housed a variety of pipes and tanks threading together like a maze. Crouched on the floor next to a huge air duct was Mjol. He also wore a gas mask, and was busy pushing multiple tubes through the duct and connecting them to the Omega that rested on the ground behind him. He jumped to his feet as they entered the room Snow fired at him and missed. He dove behind a large tank, pulling the Omega with him as she fired again. They heard the squeak of turning metal, and a hiss. "NO!" Celle barreled past Snow and disappeared behind the tank. Mjol had just turned the giant wheel, releasing the toxic gas into the duct. Celle kicked him in the stomach, knocking him into a tank. He hastily turned the wheel again, silencing the hissing. He looked up just in time to see Mjols fist flying towards him. It collided with his jaw, sending him backwards. Snow peeked around the tank and fired at Mjol again, but John grabbed at her ankle, making her miss as she stumbled and fell to the floor. Mjol took off running again, and John stood up and followed him, leaving the Omega behind. Snow helped Celle up and chased after them, Jason catching up behind them. They followed them through the room, ducking under pipes and squeezing through tight spaces until they came to another door. It lead them through another corridor and up a flight of stairs. They stormed up the stairs and onto the deck, blinking in the sunlight There they were. John and Mjol, cornered on the highest point of the deck, with nothing else but a flagpole. John clutched at his wounded arm "The gun you idiot!" Mjol snarled. With a wince, John removed his hand and fumbled for the gun tucked inside his coat. "Stop!" Cried Snow, pointing her revolver at John. John halted "She's out of bullets. Shoot her!" Ordered Mjol But John didn't obey. He stood silent and frozen. "John!" Shouted Mjol. John slowly turned to face him "Why am I listening to you?" He said quietly, his face drained of any emotion. "What?" Said Mjol "You lied to me." Said John, stepping closer. "You were never going to give me what you promised, and here I am taking orders from you." "John-" "I killed so many people for you. I did all your dirty work." "Get the gun" repeated Mjol "I won't kill for you anymore." Said John Angrily. "Very well." Said Mjol coldly. Without hesitation, he lunged at John, knocking him off his feet. Celle and Jason rushed forward. Mjol plunged his hand into John's coat and snatched the pistol out, turning it on Jason and Celle as they came closer. John kicked Mjol off of him, forcing him off his balance. He rose to his feet and kicked him again, sending him sprawling to the deck. Jason jumped on him and tried to pin his arm, but Mjol hit him in the head with the butt of his pistol. Mjol stood again and fired the gun at Snow, who was running forward to help. She managed to move away as Celle grabbed Mjol by the arm and reached for the pistol. Jason stood and pulled his other arm. They pulled him backwards and slammed him into the flagpole. He dropped the gun and Snow ran to pick it up. John came up behind the Mjol and grabbed the rope hanging loosely on the pole. As Celle and Jason pinned him against the pole, John wrapped the rope around his neck several times and tied it off. He pulled at the other end of the rope, choking him. Celle and Jason let go of Mjol once they saw what John was doing, and started pulling the rope with him. They hoisted Mjol up by the neck. Higher and higher as he struggled for air, his fingers pulling at the rope around his neck, until his face turned purple and his body became limp. Mr. Mortis was finally dead To be continued