Regular Show: Final Infection Part 5

Hello everyone, if you’ve read this story before, than you know me as Naji Lear’s; aka RT1108.

Right now I’m not so sure how to tell you where I am or what I’m doing, I’m not sure you’d understand it yet.

But I can show you where it started and how it all came to be; so let me take you back to where the final part of this nightmare began. Ibiza Spain.

==   Chapter 2: Ibiza ==

I awoke on the cold concrete floors; my head was seriously sore due to the fact I was knocked out with a rifle.

Me: *groan*, ugh…Rigby…? Eileen…? Guys…?

Eileen: Naji? Naji is that you?

Me: Eileen! Eileen where are you?!

Eileen: Rigby and I are behind the DJ stand!

I followed the directions to find the two critters behind the stand, hugging each other in fear.

Rigby: Naji! Oh thank God!

As the raccoon put his Sais away, I took them by their hands and led them out of the stand, only to reveal the horrid scene of the night before.

Eileen: What could’ve done all this?

Me: We’ll have to figure it out later; right now we have to get out of here.

I then led them out of the room, hoping that I’d be able to get us back to the hotel.

…

When we got there, it looked almost totally unchanged.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: Okay, we’re gonna get our stuff, and then we’re gonna get out of here.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Rigby: But what about Mordecai?!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Eileen: And Margaret?!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: Since they were on floors with my friends, then it’s obvious that if they survived, then they’re with them and probably safe; but we don’t have time to go back, if I know these kinds of attacks, then it’s obvious that whoever did this, will still be trying to finish off the survivors!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">We had made it to our rooms as we were talking, but now they were looking at the floor.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: I’m sorry guys…I don’t like it any more than you do, but we have no choice.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">I quickly got my clothes and headset and stuffed them into my backpack while the others got their things and backpacks.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">When we got our stuff, we immediately ran to the elevator, but when we opened it, a small bomb was inside it, and that’s when I saw that the several cameras that were in the building weren’t actually cameras.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: Go! GO! GO GOGOGO!!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">We then ran straight for the other side of the hallway, or technically I was since I was carrying them but still.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">As the building began to explode, I began to run faster, until the final blow caused the three of us to be launched out of the window and onto a car down below.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">When we woke up, I was being hauled out by something.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">As my eyes began to work again, I saw that I was being dragged by Rigby and Eileen, both still dressed up as I was.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: What’s happening?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Rigby: The hotel exploded and you saved us; we’re trying to get you somewhere to lie down properly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: Don’t bother, I’m fine…now let’s get to the airport and get out of here, we’ll try to contact some of the others once we get a working phone.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">We quickly got to the airport and used whatever bit of money we had left to buy us a nice flight to our destination.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Rigby: So where are we going?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: China. There are some people there that may be able to help us out with this problem.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Eileen: What if something goes wrong?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: It won’t.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">I was very confident that I was right, unfortunately well…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">I think you people are smart enough to get it.

== Chapter 3: Wrong Turn ==

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">While we tried to get to China, we encountered a serious problem on the plane.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">You see, we were all hoping that things would be alright, but so it turns out, it didn’t.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">While we were sleeping, a sudden Infected crashed into the plane, causing the whole thing to shake.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">When I saw who it was, it turned out to be someone I never thought I’d see again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: House?!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">House: Naji…it’s nice to see you again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: Wha-? What are you doing?!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">House: I’m collecting my funds.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">He then grabbed me by my jacket and hoisted me high into the air, but I wasn’t gonna come quietly, so I used my digital energy to force him back on the walkway.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: Rigby! Eileen! Back with me!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">We began to move farther up the plane as more Infected suddenly started to enter the plane. We didn’t have any real idea on what was going on, but I was pretty sure that I had a very large involvement in it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">House: Quit retreating Naji, I only wish to speak!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: Well I don’t!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">I then shot an energy ball at him, only for him to catch it and turn it into fire. As he shot it at our feet, he attempted to advance on me, only for the fire to accidentally spread, and then rip through the plane as I got back on my feet.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">But the disaster didn’t stop there; it so turns out that when House got in the plane, the pilots accidentally set the plane off course, and into an unknown spot as the plane finally ripped in half, and then we crashed in a very rough manner.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">When I woke up, I was half buried under some rubble from the burnt plane. As I tried to free myself, I saw that House was calmly walking towards me, but then walked past me, almost as if he couldn’t see me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">When I freed myself, I immediately went looking for the critters, hoping that they’d be alright.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: RIGBY!! EILEEN!! GUYS, WHERE ARE YOU!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">I heard no response, so I put on my sunglasses and switched the mode to heat sensors.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Oh you don’t know do you? You see the sunglasses I own are actually some of the most well used military goggles you can get.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Anyways, after this, I took notice of two active heat signatures coming from nearby, and immediately realized that Rigby and Eileen were close by.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">After pulling them out of the rubble, I exited the plane as fast as I could, fished out our backpacks (each from one section of the wrecked plane), and continued to run away from the site and into a barren forest which would eventually lead to a larger completed forest up ahead.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">But since it was so late at night, I simply laid the two on a tree stump, and went to another one nearby.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">The last thing I saw before going to sleep was the silhouette of what appeared to be a little boy macaw.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">When I woke up, I found myself looking at the crack of dawn, just like the others.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: How do you two feel?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Rigby: Terrible, I’m surprised beyond relief to know I'm still alive given the fact my body’s covered in soot and burns; how about you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: Well to be honest, I feel terrible too, every last feeling in my arms are gone.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Eileen: At least you still have your arms.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">We then went to separate parts of the barren, and changed into our previous clothing (minus Rigby since he didn’t need clothing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Rigby: So now that we’ve hit rock bottom, what do we do now?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: We keep moving.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">I heard that phrase “We keep moving” from the faintest form of hearing I had years ago. It was obvious to me that Tony was the one who said it, but it made no difference to me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">We continued to travel up the barren part of the forest and into the complete part, hoping that no one was gonna try to attack us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Eileen: Oh, I’m so hungry…we need to find something to eat.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Rigby: Eileen’s right Naji, I can’t even believe I’m still running like this, can we please stop?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">I didn’t respond in words, but instead I picked them both up and carried them until we found a tree, which had several bits of fruit on it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Seeing that neither Rigby nor Eileen had the strength to climb, I did so for them, and we ate what we could and stored the rest in our backpacks.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">During the morning, I couldn’t help but notice that Rigby seemed to be carrying Eileen throughout the forest; which was something that immediately caught my attention.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: What’s with that?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Rigby: What?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: You. You’re carrying the lady; something I should know?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Rigby: I’m just trying to do a responsible deed for someone I happen to call a friend.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: Really?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Rigby: Is that a problem?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: Not at all. I'm just curious about this is all.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">As we continued running through the forest, I suddenly heard the sound of a current, but not as loud as Rigby did.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Rigby: Whoop! Water, I hear water.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">He continued to carry Eileen as he ran to the stream.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Rigby: Water! Water! Water!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Each of us got a large drink it started to get closer to the afternoon. Yet we decided to make a camp ground at this spot anyway.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">The total amount of things we used in order to make camp wasn’t as large as expected. It was a simple campfire, several handmade tents, and a good spot next to the stream.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Now all we needed was a fire.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Rigby: Where are you going?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: Someone has to get the firewood for the night.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">I knew that they could do it just as well, but I wanted to see just how far their secret ‘friendship’ was gonna go.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">I was doing nothing more than bringing back some firewood when I heard a sudden roar of pain coming from a spot near the campsite. It wasn’t a raccoon or a mole, but more like a bear.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Curious, I high tailed it back to the campsite as quietly as I could, and saw a fully grown Kodiak bear lying dead on the ground with Rigby’s sais inside his back, and then I saw that Rigby and Eileen had a little blood on them, obviously due to fighting it; but what really caught my attention was the fact that their lips were pressed together as they stood in each other’s arms.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: (in though) oh Mordecai, if you could only see you little bro now.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Spoiling the moment was the last thing I wanted to do, so I calmly set the logs down and snuck off to get some more wood.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">When evening came, I was smiling as we all ate the fruit and fish we managed to find. I eventually caught Rigby’s attention, and he looked at me with a confused look.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Rigby: What?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">I tried to bite my lip, but to be honest, I didn’t want to.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: So…Eileen huh?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">His eyes went open and his face went beat red.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Rigby: You…saw us?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">All I did was nod my head.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Rigby: Aw man!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: What’s the matter with it? Just because you kissed a girl doesn't mean that it’s…well…bad.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">His face went down a little, but not much.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: Well…what’s the matter?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Rigby: Well…it’s uh…it’s just…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">I leaned in.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: Yes?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Rigby: It’s just that I get a little embarrassed when someone sees me do that kinda stuff.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: Why would kissing a girl ever be bad? It’s not something to be ashamed of, especially when you actually like the girl that you’re kissing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Rigby: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">I then paused as I heard a roar coming from somewhere close by; I wasn’t sure where it was coming from, but I knew it was a bear.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">They must’ve smelt the fish.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Yet when they got here, we were a little surprised to see that the bears had owners with them, and owners who had guns.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">>>>: Put down whatever weapons you have and come with us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">I firstly responded by pulling out my sawn-off, and then pointed it at the one who spoke, whom I presumed to be the leader.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: And why should we?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Leader: Everyone has a living to make, this is how we make ours; and besides…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Leader: …you’re outgunned.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">I looked around me to see that he wasn’t lying; people were all over us, and each of them had a rifle.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Seeing that we didn’t have much choice, we put our weapons down and watched as they handcuffed us, while the leader took Rigby’s Sais and put them on his belt, and then picked up my sawn-off.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Leader: Not a bad choice of artillery, I think I’ll keep it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Me: Great. All the more easy to get it back.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Leader: Boys, put them in the truck with the others.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">He then looked to me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 336.0pt;">Leader: Welcome to Vietnam children.

== Chapter 4: Vietnam Swamps ==

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We were sent to Hanoi after we were dropped off.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Rigby, Eileen and I were all sitting with several other people as we were put into a camp.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Some of the people were being kicked around, the rest were just on their knees, hoping that none of the guards would look at them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: What is going on anyways?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">>>>: These are slave traders; they’re gonna take us to separate camps really soon and then sell us to the highest bidder.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: I see.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I then looked to my left and saw that there were several children in one big space; one of which was familiar.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Who’s that?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">>>>: No idea; they found him a few minutes before you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">>>>: Why? Do you know him?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: I remember seeing him before. But where was it?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">That’s when the leader suddenly came, and looked down at us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Leader: It would be wise if you two would stop talking; my boys and girls have an odd liking to chatterboxes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">>>>: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He then walked off and began to polish my shotgun, and walked past another person. A person that I quickly recognized.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Benson?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The gumball machine raised his head and looked in my direction.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: What are you doing here?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Benson: Just keep quiet before someone hears you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I then looked to see that some of the guards were getting tired; ironic given the fact it couldn’t be any darker in the night.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I then looked to see Rigby and Eileen were close by, while the leader was even closer.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">>>>: Got anything on escape?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: I’m working on it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I then saw that everyone besides me (and possibly that boy) were all normal people, and this is something that gave me a huge advantage.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Hey! Over there!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">A guard looked and saw me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: I have a question; if we’re gonna be sold to someone, we’d have to be in a populated area; correct?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He nodded.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Funny…we’re in a camp in the middle of a forest.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Some of the guards were looking at me, and I turned to see the leader as I calmly and quietly used my powers to cut my chains behind my back.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Tell me something man; does House pay well?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">His eyes went wide as I said this, but before he could do or say anything, I harnessed as much power as I could before I’d fall asleep, and built it up directly into my arms, creating two large Peridot green wings.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Leader: INFECTED!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">They quickly fired their guns at me, but it did little to assist them, for I was already moving fast towards the leader, and after pinning him down by standing on him, I turned my wings into spikes and killed all of the guards.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Leader: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: You should’ve left us alone.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I then pulled out one of Rigby’s Sais, and sent it directly into his brain.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Now everyone in the camp we were in was following us. Men and women alike were each holding some kind of weapon, while the children stayed close to their families.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I had my shotgun back, while Rigby was now holding dual GLOCK 20 pistols, and a firearm hating Eileen clutching a black Karambit knife.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">>>>: Now where are we going?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I looked to the old woman to see that she held an MP7 in her hands.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: We’re getting out of this swamp, that’s where we’re going.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">And that was our goal for the rest of the night. But of course while we survived, there was a price we had to pay.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">All through the night, we ran into more and more of House’s goons; and each of them were trying desperately to capture us, and kill the rest.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We just moved from camp to camp, trying to free anyone we could, but by the time we were out of danger, it was just me, Rigby, Eileen, Benson, and a few other people who managed to survive, including the old lady, that little boy, a few other children, and a teenage girl.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We were walking up a steep hill, with the boy close to me. I couldn’t understand why, but he seemed oddly happy to be close to me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Hey uh…old lady.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">>>>: Hm?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Sorry but…I never really got your name.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">>>>: My name is Molly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: It’s good to meet you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Molly: You as well…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Naji.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Molly: Naji. Are you a Lebanese man?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: You could say that, yes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Molly: I can tell.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We then heard a vehicle coming from somewhere close, so we picked up the pace and got to the top of the hill, and found ourselves looking at a swampy lagoon from down below.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Rigby: Now what do we do?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Before anyone could answer, two jeeps and a chopper suddenly appeared from below.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Stay here people, I’ll handle it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Boy: By yourself?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Don’t worry kid, I can handle it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The jeeps cut off our escape, and the chopper stood above us, but I was rather tired, seeing the fact that my powers had gone pale.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Boy: Are you okay?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: I…I don’t…I don’t if I…if I can…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">I fell to my knees in exhaustion. I was so tired that I couldn’t even stand.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">But then soldiers began to exit the two jeeps, one of which was carrying a sword. But as he leaped in the air to strike me down, a sudden digital amethyst purple slammed him upwards, and then into the ground.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">I looked back to see that the little boy had his hand extended, and now that there was enough light, I was able to look and see his face, which shocked me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">He was a macaw like myself, and was a light yellow in color. He had markings on his arms and head which could be seen through his clothes, only instead of a cool Peridot green, his were a bright Amethyst purple which now shined brightly. He also had a similar haircut to mine and a tec-9 in his right hand.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: You…look like…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Boy: It’s nice to finally meet you…baba.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: But if you’re my…then that would mean…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Boy: I’m sorry.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">That’s when several other people began to re- aim their guns, but when they fired at the child, he suddenly disappeared into a digital energy and appeared where the sound of the gunfire came from.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">It was almost as if he was appearing at the center of the sound; but this was actually something I was already aware of.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">After the gunners were dealt with, the tracker bears came out of the jeeps and charged at the boy, but he quickly grabbed the leader bear, and then sent a sonic shriek into his face, and didn’t stop until his eardrums exploded, which killed him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">The other two bears looked at him in fear, and then ran off.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Now all that was left was the chopper; but before anyone had the chance to do anything more, the chopper was suddenly shot down by several missiles.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">We all looked to our left to see that another aircraft was in the air, only this one was a military transport.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">As I finally went to sleep, I was able to hear the sound of someone’s voice.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">>>>: Get them out of there. You get those men, women, and children, and you get them somewhere safe.

== Chapter 5: Father and Son ==

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">When I woke up, it was as though I hardly slept at all, for at that moment I was in the carrier, and everyone looked the same.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: What happened?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Molly: You passed out and we were picked up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: Oh, I see. Where’s the boy?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">She pointed to him, and I saw that he was above me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Boy: Hello Baba.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: Baba…that’ll get some getting used to.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">He smiled.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: So what’s your name little man?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Boy: I don’t have a name…nobody ever gave me one.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: Knowing your mother, I can understand that.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Rigby: I take it that Baba is…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: …the Arabic word for daddy, that’s right.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Rigby: But, I thought that you were a virgin?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: Not necessarily.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Rigby: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: There was actually, one person I slept with.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">I then closed my eyes and thought back to the very first and only time I had ever…cuddled…with a girl.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''…Nine years earlier… ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Take a note boys and girls; this narration is still for you. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Oh, and uh…I’d like to advise a little viewer discretion, if ya catch my drift. (>_0) ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Should I have been a normal man instead of a clone, I’d have been sixteen at the time, and I was currently working for Bill, my glowing markings were still blue, and I still thought I was Tony, so for this side-story, I’ll be known as my real name RT1108, or RT for short. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''It was right after Josh and I had met House for the very first time ever, and when we had found and arrested Samantha Spix. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Now we were trying to get information from her, something that could tell us about Tom White. Unfortunately, things weren’t exactly going smoothly for us. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Bill: This is starting to get hopeless, we’ve already sent three squads in there, and she’s killing all of them. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Josh: Those poor people, what is that crazy bitch doing to them? ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''The answer to the currently teal green Josh Crane’s question was one that was not worthy of an answer, and if any of you know Spix, you’d understand why. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: I think that would be better if I went in there. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samuel: Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea? ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: If I know Spix, then I know that she has a certain liking to my family, I think I might be able to find something. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Josh: You’d better be careful man, she looks really excited. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: She always is. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''I then walked out of the surveillance room and went down to the cell room where she was. Now I should tell you that this isn’t like a normal jail cell, it’s the kind that resembles a hotel room, bathroom included; only the door was wired and the windows were barred. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''She was in an orange jail uniform with the sleeves torn off, and had her zipper a quarter down for reasons you can easily figure out, and she was lying down on her bed while several dead bodies surrounded it. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''As I entered, she smiled as she saw me; and that’s when several others came in and disposed of the bodies by dragging them out, with Josh being one of the helpers. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Josh: Good luck. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''After the bodies were gone, I looked back to Spix. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: It’s nice to see you RT. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''It was the very first time I had heard the name RT, but I didn’t know it and it confused me. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: Are…you talking to me? ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: Do you see anyone else in here? ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: Not really. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: Oh wait, that’s right, Bill hasn’t told you yet has he? ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: Uh…no. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: Well then, why don’t you just consider RT as…Red Tony, how about that? ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: Okay…whatever. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: (sitting up) so…what can I do for you? ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: *sigh*…let’s just get to the point alright? I’ve been through a lot during the past few months, and I’m in a state of panic. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: Ah, are you now? ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: Yes. My house is gone, my brother is missing, and my two closest friends are presumed to be dead. The person to blame for this other than you is your boss…so where is he? ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: You think I’ll tell you just like that? ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: Do you, or do you not, know? ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: I might not know where Tom actually is at the moment… ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: … ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: …but I do know where some of his most prized stashes and connections are hiding. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: Hm? ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: But I can warn you right now, it’s gonna…cost you. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: *sigh*…fine then. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''I began to reach for my belt. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: (defeating tone) what position do you want? ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''She smiled at me as I unbuckled my belt, and got off of the bed. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: Once you finish with your pants, just lie down on the bed and wait for me. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''I did as she told me and finished taking off my pants. I then lay down on the bed like she wanted me to, but kept my boxers on. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha was busy with her shirt, which she slowly unzipped and then removed, and then she removed whatever else she had from the waist up. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: On your knees. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''I did as she said and went on my knees; and then she climbed up on the bed until her face was a mere inches away from my still concealed crotch. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: So…did you leave that on on purpose? ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: Yes. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''While I knew that it would buy me a little more time, I also knew that it wouldn’t save me, and my point was proven when she calmly removed the remaining clothing I had on from the waist down. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''She then started by slowly licking two of her fingers, and then calmly rubbed them against the head, causing me to suddenly wince from the unexpected feeling. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''You see while it was true that Lear’s had been forced to sleep with a girl, I was still unknowingly a virgin and totally unprepared for the feeling. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''After her fingers dried off, she then proceeded to stroke while licking at the tip, making me moan, and then fall over on the bed and back on the pillows, which made her smile as she began to speed up. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''After she got bored of that position, she put the head in her mouth and began to speed up her licking; and then she proceeded to bob her head up and down, while her fingers started to stroke at my thighs. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''It might not have been that long, but I was already starting to squeeze the sheets I was on, and made her even more excited to see that I was enjoying myself; so she then took her left thumb and started to circularly rub the part of my manhood that she wasn’t already licking, which caused my point to suddenly increase, and made me moan even louder. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''After seeing that I was doing all I could to keep myself from bursting, she smiled again and began to increase her licking and sucking to as far as they could go, causing me to yell out in pleasure, and eventually release several loads into her mouth. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''After I went soft again, Spix got on top of me and licked her lips at her sudden ‘treat’, and then smiled slyly at me. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: So…how was it? ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: It was…new, I’ll say that. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: Oh, I’m sure. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''She then began to remove her pants with one hand, and grabbed my face with her other hand, forcing it into her chest as she put her body on the bed so I couldn’t move. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''After her pants were removed, she took the sheets and pulled them over our bodies, and then she proceeded to lustfully kiss me as she grasped my shoulders. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''This continued until I was hard again, and upon feeling this, she positioned herself in the proper way. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: Are you ready? ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: *sigh*, let’s just get this over with. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''She smiled as she said this, and the rest of the night, my private organ was inside hers, and her tongue was wrestling with mine. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''…The following morning… ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''When I woke up, I was still in her room, and I was cuddled tightly to her body. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: Spix… ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: … ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: Spix! ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: Hm? ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: Wake up! ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''She slowly did so, and saw the position we were in. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: Oh hey. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Me: Yeah…so, you gonna tell me of those locations or what? ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Samantha: Hm; I don’t see why not, come closer. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''I did so, and she suddenly grabbed my cheeks and gave me a gentle kiss, and then she whispered in my ear what would be the next several missions for me and my team. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''But what the two of us weren’t aware of was that among the several seeds that she had taken in, one of them had made it to her uterus, and then began to grow, and grow, until it formed an infant, and made its way into an egg. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''Yet after the base was raided, the egg had already hatched, and he had already seen his mother, who even in spite of trying, eventually left it behind; but someone else found him, but who it was I don’t know, only that they were kind enough to keep him until he learned how to walk, talk, and eat all on his own, in order to find his true father. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''In order to find me. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">''… ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">I was telling this story to the others, only it didn’t have the ‘lemon’ in it, or whatever; instead I simply told them that I had to sleep with her, and that was all.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Rigby: So…you didn’t even know about him for that long?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: I guess not.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Eileen: So what are you going to call him?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: Well…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">I looked to the boy and began to think about it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Molly: Why not just call him Naji Jr.?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: Naji Jr.…Hm…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Jr.: That sounds alright to me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: Well okay then; Naji Jr. It is.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">He smiled at me and gave me a hug, I happily returned the affection to my son, but it was cut short as the craft landed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Pilot: We’re here kids!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">We exited the craft, and then proceeded to look around, seeing that we were in a military base.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Pilot: If you’d come with me please.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">He then led us to some sleeping quarters, and proceeded to give us the heads up that everyone would be getting up extremely early; so we took his word for it and immediately went to sleep.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">…The Following Morning…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">They weren’t kidding when they said that we’d be getting up early, but we were expecting such an early time, but we were still drowsy anyways.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">When we got to the eating quarters, the drill sergeants were watching everyone as they ate, and made sure that no trouble makers would stir up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Rigby ate nervously as one of them looked down at him, but I calmly signaled him that he didn’t have to worry about the raccoon.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">After we finished eating, we went outside to see the wintery skies.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Everyone was wearing a military uniform, and we were given a cleridge high-tech to protect themselves; I was also allowed to keep my headphones and sawn-off, yet the clothing I had worn ever since I arrived at the park was now gone; replaced by the uniform.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: Hey uh, sir.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">General: Yes?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: Do you by chance have a plane we can use? We need to get to china.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">General: Do you have any piloting skills?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: Oh yeah, plenty.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">General: Good, then you can take your friends and fly there yourself.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">My smile faded.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">General: We have other things we have to work on Lear’s, and we know everything there is to know about your family, I don’t think that we’d want to work with you any time soon.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">I immediately grabbed his throat, and put my shotgun to his head.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: Tell you what; ever insult my family again, and you will answer to me; understand?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">General: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: I thought so.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">I yanked the keys out of his pocket, and led the rest to the flight deck.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: So Molly, where will you go?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Molly: Missouri, after all, it’s home.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Me: In that case, have as safe as travels as possible.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">Molly: You too Naji; it was fun working with you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">We smiled at each other, and our parties separated from there. I don’t know what happened to Molly after that, but I was sure that she’s doing just fine.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 384.75pt;">After I got us into the carrier, we all took off, and prepared ourselves for our journey to China.

== Chapter 6: China ==

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Everyone was feeling better as we got to Beijing. Each of us had never felt more well rested before in our lives; and this put us in a good mood.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As the craft landed, Chinese forces came to us, and examined us by picture, and then looked to me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Chinese Captain: Not American; and certainly not American soldier.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: So?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Chinese Captain: Why do you wear American uniform?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: It was a gift.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Chinese Captain: Hmm.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: What?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Chinese Captain: Nothing…absolutely nothing; come.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We followed him into the base, and we were given a heads up on what was happening.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Chinese Captain: To be honest Lear’s, things are in a bit of a tussle for us right now.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: How so?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Chinese Captain: The man they call ‘House’ has been seizing everything every wealthy man owns all over the world.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Come again?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Chinese Captain: It would seem that he’s making himself an empire of some sort, possibly to replace the dead Tom White.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: That would be no surprise.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Chinese Captain: Do you have any idea as to where he could be?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: The last time I saw him, he had tried to capture us in Nam.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Chinese Captain: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: You could go there, or you couldn’t; either way, I don’t think it’s gonna make a difference.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Chinese Captain: Why not?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: I saw how many recourses he has; you won’t get within five miles of him, it’s hopeless.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Chinese Captain: But that doesn't mean we cannot try.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Chinese Captain: So Lear’s…what shall you do now?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: For now…lay low. And attempt to get some of these wounds healed up for any upcoming fights.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We were now in the Beijing slums.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Benson had his arm in a sling and looked as he normally did.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Rigby was in a light yellow t shirt with jungle green sleeves, matching green pants, white sneakers, a black vest, translucent sunglasses with gold hinges, and a red cap.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen was wearing a purple pullover hoodie, blue jeans, grey shoes, and a new pair of glasses, had her hair in its normal appearance, and was wearing black fingerless gloves to cover up the few bandages that she was wearing on her arms.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I was wearing a navy blue jacket that had an orange color for the right sleeve, and a red space invaders logo on the orange sleeve, a tan pair of jeans, yellow shoes, and had my glasses and headset cleaned up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jr. had his clothes cleaned up; so his red shirt, blue jacket, black pants, and brown shoes were as fresh as can be.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji Jr.: So baba, what happens now?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Well son, if something bad does happen, we’ll have to look into it a little more first.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We then spent our day together in peace. It felt good to be honest with you, knowing that I now had a family to call my own.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">And not adoptive or clone to template or anything like that, I mean a real family.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">A few days later, our group decided to move up from Beijing to Shanghai, in order to blend in with the crowd a little better should anyone recognize us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">During the afternoon on the following day, Benson suddenly received a call, to which he answered cautiously.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Benson: Hello?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: (over phone) Benson?!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Benson: Skips! Oh thank God, you’re alive!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: (over phone) Listen, right now I’m in the middle of Ireland with Greenwing and Scarletanco; where are you?!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Benson: *Sigh*, okay, okay…right now I’m in the middle of Shanghai China, with Rigby, Eileen, and Naji Lear’s, come here as quickly as you can!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: (over phone) Okay. We’ll be there…first thing…tomorrow morning.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Benson: Thank you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He then calmly hung up, and put his phone away.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Was that Skips?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Benson: Yeah. He’s coming here tomorrow; we’re gonna be okay guys, we’re gonna make it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He seemed a lot more cheery now, yet I was feeling rather unsure.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Are you sure?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Benson: Yes, he even said he had Greenwing and Scarletanco were with them too.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Oh…okay then.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Benson: Yeah, we’ll finally have some others back with us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Yeah…finally.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Unfortunately, a bad thing happened the following afternoon.

== Chapter 7: A Lost Friend ==

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">On the morning of the expected time of their return, we had all gotten up early and were now in the airport, waiting for the plane from Ireland to make its decent.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji Jr.: So baba, what do you think about these…Greenwing and Scarletanco?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: They’re people you’d never want to hang around with.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji Jr.: Really?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Well unless you like those hang out at night and get wasted, then you’d wanna hang out with them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji Jr.: Oh…yeah I don’t really like that Kinda stuff.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Okay, good.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Don’t get me wrong, it was still shocking for me to know I was a father, but I was just a little happier than others to know about it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Anyway, how about that ‘bad thing’ I was telling you about. Oh yeah, there was a bad thing that happened alright.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">It started with an explosion. Everyone was knocked off of their feet except for Jr. and me, while the rest landed on the floor with a thud.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We then all looked to see that several Infected had suddenly entered the airport, and House was the one leading them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">House: Remember; RT1108 and his seed are to be brought to me alive and unharmed; leave the Raccoon alone, and deal with the others in whatever way you please.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">They understood and set off directly to us, in which Jr. and I responded by charging at them as fast as we could go.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As the others got up, Benson took off his sling and cracked his still ‘minor’ broken bones, ready to start punching.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As we started to fight, I used my dual karambit knives to hold my ground, while Jr. used his tec-9 to hold his own.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The others were also doing well to hold their ground through unarmed combat in order to keep themselves from getting blood on their hands, which was understandable.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Yet as we all fought, the other troopers that were not occupied with us began to kill off the other people in the airport, with the security trying to take them down with QBZ-95 rifles. But while all of this was happening, House just slowly walked towards us as calm as can be.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I was able to see this, but I was so busy trying to keep my ground that I wasn’t able to do anything to help anyone else.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">While Benson was punching, a frag grenade accidentally left the belt of a trooper, a grenade that Benson was able to see.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Upon picking it up, he then saw that I was now engaged in combat with House, who was smiling plainly at me as we did so; but the reason why he was smiling was because he had a serious upper hand in this battle, until he finally got me down on one knee, and tried to push his robot hand into my chest.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">House: How long…do you think you can keep this up…?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Benson: Long enough for me to do THIS!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He then tackled House in full sprint, and tried to pin him to the ground. It was unfortunate that he wasn’t strong enough to do so, because House was a lot stronger than he was, and he soon grabbed Benson by the wrists, pushing him towards the broken window.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">House: That was a bad idea Gumball. Trying to tackle me like that.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Benson: I’m open to doing it since you killed my girlfriend!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">House: Then now you can join her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Benson: Yes…I…can.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He then exposed the grenade, and removed the ring with his thumb.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Benson…WAIT!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But it was too late; when I reached him, the grenade exploded, along with that section of the room.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As House flew out of the smoke and landed hard on the ground, I immediately responded by forcing him out of the building, and then ran to the spot where they were just a mere seconds ago.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: BENSON!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As I ran to the spot, Rigby, Eileen, and even Jr. rushed up to find nothing more than a part of the machine that was his body.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">It was that, and his soot infested cellular phone.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Rigby: Oh God, Benson.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He fell to his knees as I slowly picked up the remaining piece of Benson’s body. It was so confusing to see this, in a matter of seconds, the man who served as a boss to over five to six people had just died, right in front of several people; including us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen cradled Rigby in her arms as I slowly handed him the piece of Benson. Naji Jr. stayed close to me as we watched the event, still totally shocked and confused.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But then I saw that House was slowly rising to his feet outside; and when he got up, it seemed that his face was now even more scared up than before.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The two of us looked dead in each other’s eyes, never taking contact off of it, until finally, House grunted unhappily as several troopers suddenly came to my aid with TMP rifles, to which I responded by pulling out my Sawn-Off.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">House: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He then disappeared into a ring of fire; leaving us with the security guards.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But just as we thought he was gone, he suddenly reappeared behind Rigby, grabbed him, and then appeared in front of me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">House: This…isn’t…over.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">And then he was gone, and Rigby was with him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We were now moving up from china, and had now moved to a safer location in Kyoto Japan, where we’d spend our next few days to once again heal our wounds.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I was dusting off Benson’s cell phone, when it suddenly started to buzz.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips no doubt.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: (over phone) Hello? Hello?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: This is Naji Lear’s, who’s this?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: (over phone) Naji, this is Skips; where are you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: We’ve moved forward from China to the yellow river; now we’re heading towards Kyoto, Japan.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: (over phone) Wait, how come Benson didn’t pick up the phone?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Because…Benson’s dead.

== Chapter 8: Kyoto ==

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We were near a newly rented house, and were awaiting the arrival of our friends.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">It was in the afternoon when we saw them, Bernard, Breyton, and Skips, who had his head bowed in sadness.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Bernard was the first to greet us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Bernard: Hey, Naji! How’s every little thing?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …oh, hi Bernie.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Bernard: What’s wrong?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I didn’t want to confirm the exact truth, so I motioned towards Jr.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Isn't that the kid from Spain?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Yep.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Bernard: What’s he doing here?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: *sigh*…why don’t I introduce you to him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Bernard: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Breyton Scarletanco, Bernard Greenwing, I’d like to introduce you to Naji Lear’s Jr. My son.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">And they just stood there, looking back at each other, and then back to me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Bernard: …son?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Mm-hm.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: But that’s impossible, you never slept with any women.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: Well actually, there was one girl he-…oh sorry, can I?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Go ahead.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: Yeah, he slept with this one girl in Moscow a few years ago; I think when he was in his…teens was it?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Yup.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Bernard: Did you get a name?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: It was that terrorist woman Samantha Spix.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Their eyes went dead.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Bernard: Samantha Spix? You mean the same Samantha Spix that killed everyone’s families and raped a bunch of innocent people?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Yup.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Well how can you tell? He looks a lot more like you than he does her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As Bernard took that part in, he then looked at Jr.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Bernard: So little man…was that your father who gave you that name of yours?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jr.: Yeah that’s right.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Uh huh…and how old are you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jr.: Seven; I just met my baba a few weeks ago.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Bernard: Baba?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: That’s Arabic for ‘daddy’.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Bernard: Huh.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: So…how’d Benson die?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: House killed him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Who?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: You mean Tony’s other clone?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Yup.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: But, I thought that he was charred alive?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Seems that someone tried to make him their slave…and failed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: But, where’s Benson’s body?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I responded by showing him the piece.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: This is the only piece that wasn’t cremated.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He slowly took the piece and looked at it with tearful eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: I’m sorry Benson…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen gathered around Benson and began to circle the piece, while the rest of us took off our headgear in respect.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After that, we began to plan our next move.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: So…what should we do now?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: For now…we lay low…and see if we can get a possible lead on this…House character.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: I think I can help on that.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Let’s talk about it somewhere private.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We then went into the house, in order to discuss our true problem.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: House was the very first clone out of a hundred and two; his purpose was to be a test subject to see how far their limits can go.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: And how far could they go?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: As accurate as the template.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: I see.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: My purpose on the other hand, was to lead the other one hundred clones, and I was put into a form of stasis immediately after I was created.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Yet if Tony hadn’t interfered with the project, that might’ve been what happened.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: What happened to the other clones?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: There were one hundred other clones, all of which were newly forged, including me, who was still asleep. But the labs we were in were inside a mountain, and by the time Tony, House and I got out of there, we were all that was left.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: That must've been hard to take in when you heard it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Yes well…I was sleeping, and my emotions were just being recreated; so how could I remember it if I hadn’t lived it?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Anyways, back to House. When I knew him, he was a lot like Tony, and could only be told apart by their arms, and eyes. He was once capable of digital ice abilities, but since he now uses fire, I can only assume that he's become Tony’s opposite.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: I see.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We then spent the rest of the night talking about any possible advantage we could think of on House.

== Chapter 9: Italy ==

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The next morning, Skips told me that the park’s former owner Mr. Maellard had a possibility that his phone was still on him, so after giving me the number, I dialed, and gave it a try.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">>>>: (over phone) Hello?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Mr. Maellard?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: (over phone) No…this is Josh Crane.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Oh hang on, I know you, yeah…you sometimes Hung out with me at the park. Right?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: (over phone) Yeah. And we once worked together for Grey.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Okay, so where are you right now?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: (over phone) Rome, Italy.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Oh, alright then. This is Maellard’s phone then, so we can catch up with you guys and get everything sorted out. You guys can meet us at the coliseum and we can regroup; cool?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: Okay but…well…I’m not sure how much longer we’re gonna be here, we’ve hit a bad situation.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: What do you mean?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: (over phone) Maellard’s dead.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: (over phone) and without him, we’re stuck here until we get appropriate money.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Oh…I see…well uh, just…just stay there until we can reach you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: (over phone) Okay.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Try not to feel too bad, someone in our group died too.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I then hung up, and looked back to the others.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: Well?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Get your stuff ready, we’re leaving first thing tomorrow.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I went to bed early, because I wanted to get to the airport as soon as possible.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The following morning, everything was just so fast, even the following gunfight at the following airport which separated Skips and Bernard from the rest of us wasn’t worth talking about.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">When we got to Italy, they were waiting for us, which included Josh, Mordecai, Margaret, Pops, and Thomas; but the one they were looking at the most was Jr., which I was able to understand.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Mordecai: Hey uh, what’s with the kid?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: *sigh*…Mordecai Quintel, Margaret Haddad, Josh Crane, and company, meet my son Naji Lear’s Jr.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Mordecai: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Margaret: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Pops: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Thomas: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: And there’s Breyton’s newly discovered twin sister Katie Scarletanco, his mentor Jalen Red-wolf, and I'm pretty sure you know everyone else.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Mordecai: Yeah. So Eileen, where’s Rigby?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: House.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Mordecai: He killed him?!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: No, no he didn’t kill him, he just kidnapped him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Mordecai: Oh Jesus…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He gripped his head in disbelief.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: Anyway…there’s a place we need to go, so we can drop off the children.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: We still have some cash, where too?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: America.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The ride wasn’t worth talking about, so I’ll just skip to the part where we get back to America.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh took us to a fairly large building in the city slums of Manhattan, and we could tell by the fish symbols that it was an orphanage.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Margaret: Are you sure this is a good idea?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: These people looked after me before I was infected; I know I can trust them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">She still looked doubting, but I held her hand to support; I trusted Josh by now, and I was pretty sure that he knew what he was doing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: Hey Naji, maybe you should drop Jr. off here too.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jr.: …Why?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: Because the adults have important work to take care of.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: And who died and made you ruler?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: What makes you think you can run the party without f**king up everything?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: Hm?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: I…withdraw the question…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: I thought so.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton looked away and allowed Josh to knock on the door.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">A fairly tall and thin woman in her thirties answered the door.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Nun: Yes?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: Hello sister, remember me?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Nun: I remember a lot of people; which one are you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: Joshua Crane? The one who always played with the Legos and one time I made that big boat?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Nun: Oh, Joshua.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">She hugged him tightly and welcomed us in the waiting room.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Nun: So how may I help you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: You see that little boy, and those two eggs?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">She looked to them and nodded.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: Their parents need to do something important; I was wondering if you could watch them while we were gone.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Nun: Oh, but of course dear child; that’s our job.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: (standing up) Thank you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He then pulled out his wallet, and took out some money.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: I saved this for emergency purposes-

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">She gently pushed the wallet back into Josh’s hand, and smiled.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Nun: Money isn’t necessary for such a thing, especially for you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After we left, we all looked to see Josh was as quiet than ever; and this concerned us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Mordecai: Is something wrong?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: Everything was the same.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Mordecai: Oh…so how do you know those people.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: You know how everyone that claims to be an Infected says how their parents were slaughtered in front of them?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Mordecai: Yeah?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: Well, I never got to know my parents; I was dropped off at that orphanage and I was raised there until I was six.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Mordecai: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">When I was adopted, I was adopted by Tom White, and he made me into one of them, where I learned how to kill just like all the rest.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Margaret: At least you still have your good will.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: Of course I do…it’s all I’ve got left.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Everyone was silent as he said this. We were all a little depressed to hear this.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: So Naji…who died in your group?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Benson.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: He died when Rigby was kidnapped.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: Oh…I see.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Thomas: …why are these people doing all of this to us anyways?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Because they want control, that’s why. And if no one will listen, they’ll make them listen.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Thomas: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: That’s how the real world works child; you might as well accept it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Thomas was silent when he said this; obviously because he had nothing more to say.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: So where do we go now?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: That’s a question for Pops.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Pops: Me?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: Tell me; where is the largest bit of wealth your father owned?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Pops: A power plant in Korea.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: Then that’s our next stop.

== Chapter 10: The Power Plant ==

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">While we were flying there, we were intercepted by some of House’s goons, and we crashed off of Korea’s cost.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I guess leaving the kids at that orphanage was a good idea after all.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As Pops was crawling onto the rocky surface, Breyton was doing a head count.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: …okay, so we’ve had better days I'm sure, but I’m pretty confident that you’ve already had worse like us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: And that’s supposed to comfort us…how?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: It’s sup-

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He stopped talking as he saw that Margaret was drying off what seemed to be her diary; but then Breyton snatched it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Tell me something Haddad, what’s for the better; writing about a nightmare adventure, or helping others through it?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Margaret: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Nobody’s ever going to read this thing, and that’s a fact that you should know.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He then shoved it into her hands.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: If you won’t have the stomach to take as much as one life like the rest of us, at least show that you are willing to keep going for the sake of your children!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He then turned to see everyone else.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Let’s get moving!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He then walked off.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: Wow…that was cold, even for him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Margaret: Is he always like that?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: Are you kidding? That prick doesn’t stop acting like that even if he’s in a GOOD mood!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jalen: Yeah, well just look at us…we hardly understand him, and I’m the guy’s mentor.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Mordecai: *sigh*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: (from a distance) I SAID LET’S MOVE!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Mordecai took Margaret’s waist and they walked together, while I walked near Josh, keeping my former teammate backed up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">When we caught up with Breyton, he was silent, but we didn’t care.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We were also near the plant, but it didn’t seem that anyone was there, yet we knew better.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Mordecai drew out a QBZ-7 and took aim, looking for anyone who might be patrolling or guarding the area.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: Anything?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Mordecai: Maybe…wait, I think I see something.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">And so he did. It was two guards, both clearly working for House. Mordecai adjusted his site, took aim, and quickly dealt with them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Nice shooting.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Let’s go.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We all went in one at a time, first Breyton, then Josh, me, Mordecai, Thomas, Margaret, Katie and Jalen; while Pops and Eileen stood watch outside.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton was clearly in a rush, but then again, I was too. I might not have known what an infected facility was like, but I knew that I didn’t want to be in one.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As we continued to go into the plant, we found ourselves looking at an entire firing squad. A demonic looking female macaw was amongst them, who turned out to be Amanda.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Amanda: Your efforts are impressive, but I’m sorry to say it ends here.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: Not yet it isn’t.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He then slammed his hand to the ground, causing everyone minus Amanda to fly backwards.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: QUICK, THIS WAY!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He led us into a room nearby, and we all ran in as quickly as possible, some of us shooting at the guards.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">When we got away from them, we continued to run through the plant.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Mordecai: So what are we looking for again?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: The core of the building.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Mordecai: Why?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: Because if our hypothesis is correct, and our hypothesis is that they’re making it into another Infection Facility, then we have to blow up the place before things get ugly…Again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Mordecai: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">When we got to the room with a map, we looked it over carefully and prepared to continue our journey.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After over an hour of nothing but brutal killing (some that Margaret and Thomas had to do too), we made it to the core room.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Mordecai: Wow.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Margaret: It’s huge.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As we went up the staircase to get a better view of the place, Breyton took out a frag grenade.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Never again you sons of bitches.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He bit out the ring and chucked it down into the core.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Alright, let’s move!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As we began to run as fast as we could go, the entire building began to explode.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">When we got outside, Breyton did a second head count, only to notice a few missing heads.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Where’s the couple?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I scanned the area, but as I looked, I found only one thing, and that was Margaret’s soot infested diary.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: (tearing up) …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: I think it’ll be appropriate…if someone was to read this.

== Chapter 11: Last Steps ==

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Margaret’s diary: Subject: Infected

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">When Bill Grey spoke of the Infected, he told a story of a team of heroes; someone that we all should try to be like.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">My first topic is Breyton Scarletanco; the man’s brutality is unbearable and sickening; and the insults and harassment he does to his costumers are so unpleasant I feel like puking right in his face. He’s no hero.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Bernard Greenwing is no better than he is; the Lear's twins told me enough to know that the things he does to his ‘costumers’ in bed, can easily manipulate anyone into believing that the only place where he belongs is a prison cell.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">A more positive man of these bunches however is Craig Caracara. While he isn’t as smart as most of the others here, the strength he presents to others can only be matched by the size of his heart, and form of compassion. When I see him, I see a good example of a hero.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji Lear’s is a rather curious one. While it’s true he seems to try to impress others, he seems to let himself be manipulated by Scarletanco at times, but a little proper guidance from Eileen and I helped him to go otherwise. The man is learning, and this makes us proud of him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Then there is Josh Crane. Now there is a man I think is worthy of being called a hero. While it’s true he isn’t as strong as Craig, his intelligence is far stronger than even Eileen and I combined; and his compassion to those he befriends is unlike any other of his friends, but the fact that he keeps this with him even when hanging out with all those others is something I call inspiring. I think he's the only one out of these people I can actually trust.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But then there is Tony Lear’s, the most puzzling of them all. I’ve watched Tony closely as he stayed at the park, and several personalities have been switching on and off ever since Halloween. Sometimes he seems to be just like his friends and just goes with anyone he ever seems to believe is the winning man, when other times he defends himself no matter what others say about him. But to me, he’s a man that you cannot understand, but why can I blame him for being so? After all, I’ve seen the flashes of his life, I’ve seen what he’s been forced to do, I’ve seen who he’s killed…but in reality, I feel sorry for him, and wonder: Is there any hope for this man? Can he be saved from what has been confirmed to be himself?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">This is something I must ask him about; should I have the chance.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">When we finished looking in this blog, each of us felt a different form of emotion.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton was as silent as a ghost, and just sat on the ground. I could’ve sworn that he was crying, but the man would never show tears even if his life depended on it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh seemed to be flattered, in a non-desiring kinda way. No one had ever said that about him before, I knew that, yet I for one believed that she was right.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">And me? Well I was rather touched by the words she wrote about me. No one other than my closest friends had ever been proud of me before, and this brought some warmth into my heart.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Katie: Is everyone else okay?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Josh: Yeah…yeah…we’re good.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Katie: Okay, is everyone good to go?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Thomas: It looks like it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Alright then, let’s go.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">'' Epilogue ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">So…there you have it; my side of the story. I think that now I can tell you what I'm doing right now: I, Breyton, and Josh are in pursuit of a chopper, which is holding a captive Bernard Greenwing in it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We see him, and he sees us, smiling as he watches us close in on that mobile prison. And as we make our way, I can’t help but smile myself.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">'' His winter was skipped, he can’t stand his former purple friend, a mysterious masked man seems to take an interest in him, and his problems keep getting bigger. His name is Tony Lear’s, and you’ll be seeing him next time in: ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">'' Regular Show: Final Infection Part 6 ''