Dual Minds: Deep Web

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    "16 years ago a mysterious event asolated this town, people died, and it was made a public mess, yet you should already know that is fool to believe what the media has to say, honestly, you think that a single boy made all that by himself?" The Valentine interrupted their dialogue.

    "Now I have something interesting to point regarding the event of this night, your dear friend and also a very well known name, Stella, did any of you noticed that the masked people never targeted her? Doesn't that spark your curiousity?" Asked the tall man, his light eyes carving on the pupils of the group.
     
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    "We all do." Kubi answers the kid getting annoyed, "But we're not going to drag anyone else into it, if you have any shred of love for your life. Leave, it, alone." She glowers as if threatening him.

    Now I have something interesting to point regarding the event of this night, your dear friend and also a very well known name, Stella, did any of you noticed that the masked people never targeted her? Doesn't that spark your curiousity?

    Kubi rubs her chin. "No...I disagree, I think they where targetting her, all of us. But not with the intention to kill, they want to scare us. Torment us, in fact none of the masked men attacked us with any intention to kill. It's how they work, they seem to simply want to drive you mad. but...I think we should cut this short and leave, the police will be here soon."
     
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    Tina looked at Tam with a stern glare and tapped the badge on her hip. "Well I am a police officer, and i'm ordering you to go home now kid. Try and forget this ever happened and stay out it. Else you and everyone you love could end up dead. And that isn't an exaggeration."
     
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    "For fuck's sake!" Tam snapped. "I GOT IT, thanks, there's some weird shit wandering around. I want to know WHY there's weird shit, because otherwise there's gonna be several damn mis-writes and people telling half truths, and I'm a JOURNALIST, dammit, I have to know what's going on and what I can do to help because there are people I care about who could be in trouble regardless if I know anything or not. So either tell me what's going on and maybe you can keep me ALIVE, otherwise I'm gonna go and do things MYSELF and mind wind up dead in a ditch, because SOME PEOPLE refused to give me the information I needed."
     
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    "Shut up kid..." ordered The Valentine while pressing his cigarette on the arm's boy.

    "You should go home and stay out of danger, leave this matter to the police and detectives like me." said the man.

    "Unless you are a suicidal crybaby, I had known of those before"
     
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    "Yes, I'll inform them. Have a good night, Sir." Stella said into her cellphone before hanging up.

    While everyone was busy chatting, Stella had slipped away to take a call. But she hadn't missed much; the exchange had been brief enough that she returned during the teen journalist's ranting. The boy's shouts could even be heard from the hallway as she'd walked back inside the gym. Obviously, he was very....passionate...about whatever he was saying. Well, due to the circumstances, Stella couldn't blame him.

    Though listening further, she was torn whether to shame or admire his words.

    Curiosity. That's what had gotten everyone into a bloody mess all those years ago. If it hadn't been for her own curiosity, they wouldn't be standing where they were today. The truth could be a dangerous thing and she'd learned the hard way. But, that was the past that should be forgotten. Besides, lots of good had come along with the bad; good that she wouldn't want to change.

    Her heels clicked on the tile as she put herself front and center towards the group. "Sorry to interrupt...and uh, I'm glad everyone is okay." Stella muttered, clearing her throat. "This is so sudden, but I was wondering if all of you are free tomorrow afternoon?"

    Stella nibbled on her lip as her gaze locked with each of them. "My boss called and he said he'd like to meet with us."
     
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    Tam glanced at Stella, debating on whether or not he could ask to tag along, but was pretty sure he couldn't. He also really needed to get his leg looked at.
    "Whatever," he said, trying to walk out. He'd figure things out on his own.
    Outside, however, was a different story. Immediately, he was hauled over by a paramedic and forced to sit down while they looked at his leg.
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    "Come on, come on," Jean muttered. "Don't you dare, NO! YES!"
    Peach crossed over the finish line, beating out Mario, and Jean danced a bit.
    "Yes yes yes!"
    Johnny glanced up from the manga he was reading.
    "You're breasts are coming undone," he noted. Jean rolled her eyes and straightened her fake bra.
    "Hardy har har," she said. "When is Tam getting back?"
    "He should be here in a-"
    Johnny's words were interrupted by a knock at the door. It opened revealing Jean's mother, her face pale.
    "Tam's been shot."
    At the word "Tam," Johnny and Jean both rushed out the door.
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    Some time later...
    "I'm fine," Tam said. "It was a bit a shrapnel, not a full bullet. Some stitches and I'm good to go..."
    "You were shot at?" Johnny demanded.
    "Yes, but..."
    "You could have-"
    "Died, I know..."
    "And you're planning to-"
    "Yes I am, but-"
    "BOYS" Jean shouted. "Calm down, both of you. Tam, did you at least get the address?"
    "Just follow Stella," Tam said. "She should know where to go..."
     
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    Nick paused "I am free tomorrow. I will meet with you" He muttered with a grim look on his face "Im sorry. I need to step out for a minute." He said, walking out of the school to be alone for just a moment. As he looked off into the night sky, his mind still couldn't figure out if what just happened had really just happened. Who? Who were those masked demons who walked like men? Who was this Problem Solver? 16 years without getting into any Vector bullshit...what was going on? Why was this happening?

    Nick wanted nothing more than to dash off into the night. Disappear from this town and never come back. Go back to Kentucky and live the rest of his life in peace. But he couldn't do that. He wouldn't. These bastards were after his old friends and he wasn't about to leave them here to wind up like the many corpses inside the school building.
     
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    The Valentine and The Magician
    “The usual…” mumbled The Valentine to the bartender at the same moment a man sat at his side.

    He was a mid tall man with a short grey hair that evidenced his advanced age, he was dressed into a grey suit with a long tail and a white shirt with a black bowtie ornamenting his neck. The man had thin eyes and a black skin accompanied by a serene expression that emanated wisdom.

    “I assume you’ll invite me something” said the man with a calm, kind tone.

    The Valentine sighed while making a signal to the bartender and ordering another drink.

    Both men drank their glasses in silence and only after finishing the detective broke the silence.

    “I couldn’t meet with Wilhelm Dietrich, an unwanted guest came to the party.”

    “Hoh? Who could be that guest?” asked the black man.

    “He called himself The Problem Solver, yeah, that urban legend.” Replied The Valentine.

    Yet the black man stood in silence waiting until after a minute The Valentine sighed and surrendered. He gave the man a pack of bills and as if that were to be a trigger, the black man replied.

    “The Problem Solver, quite the fellow, you indeed have a very rare skill to attract the most freakish guys. “

    “I paid you, do your job as an information broker and tell me anything you know about him” cut The Valentine.

    “A good sum of green paper is enough to make him do anything you want, and I mean anything, that’s why he is called like that, any problem you have he’ll solve it. He is a jack of all trades yet he is not a master of no one at the contrary he is a skilled one. Rumors says that he had been seen in numerous battlefields around the world acting as a mercenary, taking no side more than his contractor, and the same day at the next moment he was moving a married couple into a home. Anything, from babysitting to hijacking, the work of a terrorist and a simple man combined into one person, or at least, that’s what the stories says about him, few had seen him after all, few even know the name, and fewer the story” said the black man who finished with a sip of his glass.

    The Valentine sighed “So I paid you to hear a rumor?” asked at which the black man replied.

    “I told you all I know, yet I’m pretty sure she knows more” replied the black man.

    “Don’t wanna meet her, that woman is dangerous” said The Valentine.

    “So you’ll work with just that? Since when are you practicing magic?” mocked the black man at which The Valentine replied.

    “Unlike you, the man who call himself The Magician, I don’t believe in petty tricks, I’ll solve things at my own way” And then he was about to leave when The Magician interrupted him.

    “I thought your target was Wilhelm Dietrich, why the sudden interest?”

    Yet The Valentine left the scene without replying to the last question of the man.
     
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    The Actress and The Agent

    The group departed from one another for the night and would be meeting with Stella tomorrow evening. Her boss or more specifically her agent had set up reservations at the Castle Street Cafe. Their little meet up was set for 5:00 pm on the dot and Stella assured them they'd be perfectly welcomed.

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    Stepping into the restaurant felt like being transported to a different place. At least somewhere that wasn't Great Barrington. Stella glanced around, taking everything in. Of course, it wasn't as extravagant as the restaurants in Los Angeles, but it was still quite the sight. Lively jazz music mixed with a chorus of voices and warm glowing lights reflected off the faces of strangers.

    She hadn't been to the cafe in years...actually, she'd only been once. Cole had taken her on a surprise date, but after realizing how entirely expensive it all was with how little food received, they never went back again. Ice cream and Nintendo had been good enough for them. Thinking on those times made Stella smile as she walked through the bar and glided past tables.

    Finally she came to a private dining room her agent had reserved. And by the looks of it, she was the first to arrive. Her agent sat at the head of a long table dressed in his business best with his hands clasped together, waiting.

    Stella cleared her throat as she walked in. "Hello Sir, how are you this evening?"

    "Reasonable." He responded calmly as he rested his hands flat on the table, his dark eyes narrowing on her. "I flew right out here once you called me with what happened."

    Stella nodded, sliding into the seat beside him."It wasn't exactly the reunion I was expecting. Though I suppose I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up to begin with."

    A snake like smirk appeared on his face. "Now Stella." The Agent said in a fatherly tone. "You should of known when I sent you here there wouldn't be much time for fun. I needed to know things and still I need to know more, so I've invited you and your friends to dinner."

    "I understand, but you didn't have to interrupt your busy schedule to come, Mr. Damon." Stella exchanged her smile for a deep frown. "I was doing fine here on my own."

    "Yes that's all very clear." His smirk faded. "But sadly your husband will not cease hounding me about your safety and I agreed I would. He has not discovered anything groundbreaking, like who stole my weapon, but he did handle a little pest that was on my associates to do list."

    Laplace Damon leaned back in his seat, his shoulders relaxing. "Were any of your friends acting out of the ordinary or better yet what do you know of the Problem Solver?"

    Stella sighed. "I don't know anything about the Problem Solver. Everyone seemed to be doing well enough though. Since it's been awhile some of our conversations were awkward but overall my friends were as normal as when we graduated."

    She bit her lip in thought as she stared at the table. "Well, the only thing out of the ordinary was one teenager at the reunion...a journalist. He went around asking for interviews for the school paper, but got into a fit about wanting to know the truth of what really happened to all of us."

    Stella shrugged. "No one told him, of course."

    "Good." He replied. "Children tend to get hurt considering the players in this game. " Laplace sighed as he straightened his tie. "Problem Solver? Your not dead and based on how you described the incident he had the perfect chance to cut your throat."

    He hummed in thought. "All your friends lived as well. Interesting. Why is that?" He showed his teeth as a wolfish smile appeared on his face as he stood up from his seat.

    Laplace's eyes locked on the group making their way through the crowd. "Nevermind, I'll ask them."
     
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    "Damn," Jean groaned, leaning back in her seat. "Wish I could be a fly on that wall."
    She, Johnny, and Tam's dog Tron were in a car just outside the cafe, Tron fidgeting and whining every now and then. Johnny glanced at the beagle, and up at the cafe.
    "They probably have the private room too," he stated, wondering how his boyfriend talked him into doing this. He was pretty sure it had something to do with Tam threatening to go instead of him.
    "Think one of us could go in there?" Johnny asked. Jean thought, and nodded.
    "Stay here," she said. "If I don't text you every fifteen minutes, unleash Tron."
    With that, she got out, tossed her hair, and walked briskly into the restaurant.
     
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    Nick had dressed nicely for the meet up, considering they would be meeting Stella's boss and at one of the nicest restaurants in town. Of course, if tonight ended anything like the night before, Nick's choice of attire would prove a bad idea.

    A deep sigh traveled from his mouth as he walked through the entrance. Last night, he decided not to abandon his old friends. But things were far different from when he was 16. He had a 15 year old nephew to take care of. And not just amy nephew. Mikkish. A trouble making little shit constantly putting himself in danger, especially now that he was hanging with Mr Nelson. Coming back to Great Barrington seemed like even more of a bad idea now, as Nick could be in trouble...again, and Nick would not be there to protect him.

    "Stella!" Nick greeted, wearing a fake, but convincing grin "You look wonderful." He said, turning slowly to the other man sitting at the table. Could it be? No. Shit! Not again. He thought he was done with Vector and the Web "Laplace...." Nick said, his smile fading a bit "What brings you back here?" He asked in a polite voice, though lacking the facial expression to mask his frustration and fear, not of Laplace, but of the situation.
     
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    Stella's shoulders relaxed slightly as Nick's cheery presence killed the tension in the air. "Thank you, Nick. It's good to see you as well." She sent a glittering smile his way before nodding towards her boss. "Care to explain, Mr. Damon?"

    "Of course." He said, giving her a plastic grin. "Stella here is a partial employee of mine. I offered to take care of some personal medical bills for her and to build up her movie career." His gaze shifted to the others.

    "She and her husband simply do some work for me on the side. Isn't that right?"

    "Yes we do." Stella replied, sitting higher in her seat. "Mr. Damon has provided much help to us over the years and we're forever grateful."

    "Well." Laplace rolled his eyes. "It isn't very Christian to lie Stella dear, but yes forever grateful is one way to look at it I suppose."

    Stella's lips pursed in a tight line as she stared back at him. "I didn't think this meeting was about me; shouldn't we continue into other topics?" she said lowly.

    "Of course." Laplace nodded. "I believe we are in order to discuss the visitors that you all had last night. Most importantly the one called The Problem Solver."

    "I've heard the name before. He's a hired helper as in I've heard his skills range from everything to cooking to killing but like The Web, he is considered a myth among the underworlds but this man apparently is skilled enough to have wiped out militia units in foreign countries."

    His smile faded. "So the question that is on my mind is....what does he want with you all? An urban legend pops up trying to kill you." Laplace's eyes narrowed on each of them. "Lately things have been growing out of control in my company and among partnerships. I dislike not having control."

    "I don't mind some unruly associates but for someone to steal a military weapon I helped develop is a declaration of war. In fact I even had Stella investigate down here to make sure none of you were involved. Though as I expected you all seem innocent." He let out a small groan. "But I can't help but be terribly curious about the chaos that erupted last night."

    Stella sighed at his words. "So, can you help us...help them or not?" she asked.

    "Perhaps." Laplace replied. "If you're all willing to cooperate with me."
     
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    A soft chirpy voice is heard behind Laplace, the Brooklyn accent thick and sassy as the words flowed out of the black,"Of course they will. Not much of an option otherwise."

    As the figure came into the light, a young woman with cold hazel eyes, thick curly black hair and bright red lips on white pale skin gives a shady smile. She was dressed in a thick leather jacket, a sarcastic t-shirt, a pair of jeans and some knee high boots with a thick heel. She was strapped with two pistols, in holsters attached to each of her legs.

    She glanced at everyone in the room, and gave a small smile,"I'm Jacks."

    She turned to look at Laplace with a bored expression,"So these are the little bitches..you want to protect. Seems a fucking waste to me. Corpses the lot of them." She came to pull up a chair and shoved her blood splattered boots on the table and lit a cigarette.

    Laplace gave an unimpressed glare to the woman who'd rudely interrupted their conversation. His eyes not moving from her as he spoke. "I'd refrain from insulting these people, I've told you countless times that your field of profession is no excuse for rudeness."

    He sighed turning back to Stella and the rest. "Nonetheless after I heard of the incident last night and my own interest in affairs lately. I've brought in Jacks here to assist you in staying alive though please don't take her attitude to heart."

    Laplace gave the assassin a soft smile. "She is one of my best, aren't you?"

    Jacks gave a smirk and a soft laugh,"Oh Laplace, I am your best." She turned to the group,"As long as the money keeps flowing my way, your asses are under my protection. Feel safe."

    She said it jokingly her expression cold and calculated. The humor that highlighted her words, never met her eyes and the thick scars that marred her flesh were highlights of the horrors Jacks had witnessed.
     
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    Jean sat down near the private room, watching the group inside, trying to read their lips, a paperback novel placed in front of her face.
    [Bitchy assassin lady came in]
    She sent the text message to Johnny, part of her periodical check in, and glanced around. Getting up, she headed to the kitchen.
    Several minutes later, she came out in a waitress uniform and walked into the private area.
    "Hi, how's everyone doing?" she asked, calmly.
     
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    Jacks eyed the lady with a raised eyebrow,"Everyone's fine. We were just talking about what we do to little fucking spies who are posing as waitress'. I suggested, a quick bullet to the brain but everyone else thinks an explanation would suit a little better."

    Preparation was key in protection, and Jacks was always prepared. She had spoken with the manager of the restaurant and knew every single employee by name and age. Location was of big importance in her repetoire and she knew the ins and outs of this place like the back of her hand. She stared at the fake with a unwavering glance, almost begging her to lie.
     
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    Leon and the Gimp

    Leon had walked downstairs, the little shop consisted of two floors and a basement. The second floor was where he lived, the first was where he did his business, the basement was where he performed his art, where he brought the dead back to life. He pulled the keys from his pocket and unlocked his front door and flipped the sign to say 'Open', and took a seat behind the counter and began to read his book in silence, waiting for customers.

    “Yo.” A happy voice said from across the room, relaxing in a chair shrouded in the darkness was a stranger.

    Surprisingly Leon seemed unfazed.

    The man himself wasn’t that much of a spectacle but the tight leather that covered his body, chains hanging off the costume and complete with a horrific looking mask with a zipper at the mouth that currently open.

    It was a gimp.

    Leon stared at the man expectantly, unfazed by the man's unusual attire. After the things that he's seen and done, it'd take a lot for him to be surprised. "Is there something that you want, sir?" He asked in a cold tone.

    "I dressed like this for you." He. "I know all about you big guy. Your little secret, how would you like to inflict some pain on me?"

    Leon smiled wryly. "You wouldn't survive five seconds." Leon said. "It's very interesting that someone would come here of all places looking for pain... especially since you apparently know my dark little secret." He said, he leaned forward smiling coldly, he placed his elbow on the counter and his hand on his cheek. "So, what do you want?" He asked.

    "Aw you don't like the costume?" He asked standing up. "Costumes are my specialty."

    The gimp shrugged removing his mask....it was him the DJ from the reunion. "Name's the Problem Solver and I want to help you solve a problem."

    "Now when did I say that I didn't like it?" Leon asked shrugging and then smirked when he recognized him. "I see... I did enjoy your work last night, it was quite an enjoyable evening." He said.

    The Problem Solver gave a nervous little grin. "Thanks." He chuckled. "Put a lot of effort into it actually but my dear man." He gave weasel like grin. "I'd like to work with you, if you're interested. We can cause a little problems for thoooose friends of yours and maybe even I can help you out."

    Leon's grin widened. "I see, I feel inclined to accept, but I must ask... how can you help me out, Problem Solver?" He asked, after seeing them all that night... how happy they were... how carefree they had been... he couldn't help but hate all of them... he wanted to see them in pain... to see their lives destroyed completely.

    The Solver showed teeth. "Joe."

    Leon felt his blood turn into ice. "...He's dead, you can't help with something like that..." He said shaking his head. "Oh?" The Solver asked producing a picture and tossing it on to Leon's desk. "When I say I solve any problem that means even the dead can be brought back if the pay is high enough."

    He took the photo and looked at it... it looked just like Joe... except... he looked a little beaten up. "...I-It's not possible... he's... he's..." He said, his vision was getting blurred with tears, his brother that he had lost so many years ago was alive... somehow... he was alive. "...I'll do it, I'll work with you in exchange that you bring Joe to me." He said.

    "Yooooou got it!" The Solver exclaimed shaking Leon's hand. "No reason to cry buddy, you and me are gonna paint this town and red then once we are all finished. You will have your precious brother will be together again."

    Leon smirked and blinked away the tears. "Sounds perfect, my dear gimp." He said, he knew now there was no way he was going to go back on his deal... not that he would ever want to.
     
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    "Everyone's fine. We were just talking about what we do to little fucking spies who are posing as waitress'. I suggested, a quick bullet to the brain but everyone else thinks an explanation would suit a little better."
    "How about an interview," Jean said, pulling out a recorder. "Starting with the big secret that got my best friend shot up in the hospital. Not to mention not putting him in the loop knowing full well he and his friends are gonna try and figure things out anyway. You want to shoot me? Go ahead. Kill the trans girl. You'll be roasted as a hate criminal on the local news." She glared, unflinching, at the group, and sat down.
    "I'm staying," she said, an edge in her voice.
     
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    Laplace breathed out a sigh. “Honestly.” He said eyeing the recorder. “If you wanted to speak with me all you needed to do was ask.”
    He leaned back. "Forgive Jacks, she's ill tempered but I can assure you if she were to cause any harm to you."

    Laplace smiled at Jean. "Though your bravery is admired and I understand the hostility. I request that you hand over the tape recorder before we continue any further."

    Jean snapped her recorder off and set it on the table, carefully.
    "It stays there," she said. "Now then, who did what, what's the truth, and how can we help?" Her tone was careful, but forthcoming.

    Jacks remained silent and jumped onto her feet before taking another drag of her cigarette. She walked up to Jean with a smile and stood in front of her before slowly grabbing the recorder and taking a few steps back towards a small window. With one simple move, the machine was tossed out onto the street and Jinx turned back towards her seat where she sunk back down and turned to Laplace,"There ya go. All good. Problem?"

    She gave Jean a smile, daring her to make a fuss.

    "It's fine," Jean said. "It's an extra. Tam has a billion of them at home." She sat forward in her seat, hands clasped together. "So, I take it this has something to do with sixteen or so years ago." She eyed everyone in the room.

    "That was very unbecoming Jacks." Laplace said. "Us being recorded would of been no threat, nor would I have ever allowed it to be. Please attempt to treat our guests with more respect in the future also do not act so pig headed in my presence."

    His cold gray eyes were locked on Jacks. "Brute force is bad for business 90 percent of the time." They now shifted to Jean. "And you...." He said slowly. "Please kill the act of pretending to be in more control then you are." Laplace's teeth showed. "To make a long story short, the events of sixteen years ago is right in front of you." He inclined his head towards Stella.

    "This lovely girl became involved with taking down in a nasty company called the Vector Corporation. Stella here found out they staged and faked media events including orchestrating deaths to fund their beast. Once they got wind of her trying to expose these secrets.....they made her life and the lives of her friend a living hell, when it was all said and done I assisted Stella, we ended the Vector Corporation, everyone tormented by them got left alone and me? I took control of the company."

    Jean nodded, thinking.

    "So, is someone out for revenge against Stella?" she asked. "Or are they using you as merely a scapegoat for something else?" Her brow furrowed. "I mean, they could say they're going against you, but use you as a distraction for another plan entirely."

    Jacks flipped him the bird and took another drag of her cigarette before putting it out and remaining quiet. Her thoughts migrated towards lunch as they spoke of the past. She wasn't involved and frankly didn't care. She snatched up a menu and began to bite her fingernail, trying to decide between a burger or fries.

    “It is certainly possibility that it could be an act of revenge but both people who would seek to harm her are kept under close watch.” He replied to Jean and sent a smirk to Jacks. "My only goal is Stella's safety and finding out who this Problem Solver character is."

    "I see," Jean said. "Where can me and my friends help?"

    Jacks spoke up from behind the menu,"You do what all nozy fucking reporters do. Ask questions and try not to get yourself killed, or worse...ME killed."

    Jacks dropped the menu,"Where are the real bloody waitress' around this joint. I'm Starvin!"

    "I see," Jean said. "Where can me and my friends help?"

    "Nothing." Laplace said standing up from his seat. "In fact to avoid any permanent physical or psychological damage, I'd highly suggest backing out of this while you're ahead but of course it is up to you."
     
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    "We've been in the big house a looooong time Silas." Garrison let out a sigh and his hand stretched over to give his buddy a pat on the knee.

    "I bet you miss the feelings of a woman, right?" He asked, leaning his head on Silas’ shoulder. “Maybe I can….ya know satisfy your needs……just like Goldie used to."

    Silas roughly shoved Garrison aside and grabbed him by the neck. "Don't mention her." he snarled.

    "Who?" Garrison choked out trying to pry Silas from his throat. "Goldie?"

    "Shut up, dammit!" Silas tightened his hold, slamming Garrison hard against the wall. "Say it again and you're dead!"

    "This is good." He nodded. "You're working at your issues." Garrison gasped as his face turned red. "Gol- I mean Silvery would want that." As Silas continued trying to commit murder the cell doors opened and an officer was standing in the opening.

    A disgruntled look on his face, his eyes narrowed into a glare. "Alright you two, free to go. Try to stay out of trouble from now on, got it?"

    ~~~~~​

    Garrison breathed in the afternoon air, rubbing his now red throat. “You know you’re lucky that cop came.” He shrugged, following Silas along. "Like I said inside you need some major therapy dude. Ain't you ever heard of hakuna matata? It came out the year you and Goldie met....remember?"

    He yawned. "Feels so good to be free dude."

    ~~~~~​

    Silas drummed his bloody fingers on the steering wheel as he turned out of the parking lot. "I'm gonna stop for gas, want me to buy you some ice too?"

    Garrison snorted and red liquid leaked from his puffy nose, tears staining his eyes. "That..." He swallowed. "Would be lovely."
     
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    Jean leaned back, thinking.
    "How about..." she said. "Where can me and my friends go to find the truth of the matter with as little damage as possible?"
    She glanced around the room, gauging their attention.
     
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    "How about..." she said. "Where can me and my friends go to find the truth of the matter with as little damage as possible?"

    "Honey, trust me...the truth hurts. And, if you want to find it, there's not much chance you can avoid the damage that comes with knowing." As Stella spoke, her tone took on a motherly vibe. "I hate to sugarcoat it for you, so I'll come out and say that by offering your help you're risking your entire life, the lives of your friends and family; everything you have and believe you control."

    She paused to clear her throat. "I really do admire your willingness to help and I'm not telling you what to do, you can only decide that. But, getting involved in past affairs might be different than you think, even with the best on your side."

    Stella's gaze lingered back to Jacks, who she'd been silently scrutinizing since she'd barged through the door. Just another rude, foul-mouthed, conceited criminal that she was forced to tolerate.

    Oh yes, Laplace always hired the best. Who cares if they tell everyone off or give crap, when they can murder people? Who cares if they make other employees suffer or lose their sanity, when they can do their job right? Certainly not Laplace! He cared so little he hadn't bothered to inform her about his newly hired crazed woman. Stella clenched a fist beneath the table as she continued to glare in Jacks direction.

    Working with one of the best wouldn't be any different than usual, but that didn't stop Stella from casting judgement on the spot. Others might consider the situation a game, but to her it was her past on repeat that threatened to ruin the life she'd come to accept. She wouldn't allow that to happen. Not again.
     
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    Not a student 16 years ago but he had been to the school after the big incident and knew about it when he was young Aaron quietly went to the Reunion but only to see the others and inquire about the damage and explosion to the people that were actually there but when he arrived all hell broke lose he hadn't returned to the school expecting one of those people came to kill him. He isn't much of a coward but when all shit breaks lose he will run for his life especially when there is a risk he will die and had no chance to fight. He sat at home quietly looking around the window looking for some of those doll faced people expecting them to jump out at him.
    "Hehe... it's fine this is kinda like a real life horror story.... and hopefully I'm the main character." He says quietly joking nervously. "The main character normally doesn't die right?" He sighed quietly sitting in the lit up room from the tv.
    "I wonder if... i could talk to any of them... curiously I... want to know what happened on the events of 16 years ago... only if they allow me of course... but where would they be? I mean... they're probably in hiding." He brushed his long hair across his face sighing.
    "... I just hope my other... doesn't come out when i'm talking to them either that'll be embarrassing. sigh... I could go and head to the library..."
     
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    “Like I said.” Laplace smirked fixing his tie. “Stella is a perfect example of what being involved in all this can do to a person.” He shrugged. “Anyway I must be going now. I’ve got several other appointments today.” His gaze shifted to Jacks. "Miss Jacks you'll be in service of Stella here until further notice."

    He headed towards the door. "Please refrain from unnecessary violence as your messes can be rather expensive to clean up at times." Laplace gave one last look over his shoulder. "Do try and survive. Stella has my contact information if any new developments arise." His smile widened again. "And I have all of yours."


    And with that Laplace Damon had vanished out the door.
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    With the exception of giving them Jacks he’d left them to or at least most of them to their own devices. He didn't care.

    He’d had no reason to mostly. With that the restraint group disbanded and all headed home for the time being but exchanged residences and phone numbers with one another.

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    The sun shined brightly the next morning, hot and unforgiving on the people of Great Barrington. What was more unforgiving were the news stories had been running since 5:00 AM. The massacre at the reunion was broadcasting all over the country. It was finally something pulling people’s attention away from the Devil Dove attacks that had happened.

    In fact now Great Barrington finally had something to mourn over and mourning they were. Most of the town grieving over lost loved ones, planning funerals and even a candlelight vigil was being planned.

    Of course those who were mourning as opposed to planning weren't clued in.Those that knew more then the mass public had already taken to the streets to either investigate or taken measures to defend themselves.

    What did the hot summer day entail for those that knew a little to much?
     
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    Nick did his best to keep calm, despite the fact that he was once again stuck in Great Barrington. And once again, him and his friends were in trouble. This time by...masked serial killers. Like something out of a movie.

    Once again, he walked up the steps to the second floor, the dying florescent lights of the building showing him the path. When he came to his room, he slid in the card and opened the door.

    Inside... sitting on the couch was a set of armor... it looked like a set of samurai armor... it suddenly looked at him... it had a mask on... the expression on it depicted utter glee, the features seemed monstrous, something red, blood possibly, or at the very least it was what it was intended to symbolize, was running down from the eyes and mouth.

    Nick's expression changed to shocked as soon as the door swung open and the armor suit was sitting there. He paused and walked no closer to the suit, as he kept his hand close to the gun he kept on him, concealed in his coat. With all that had happened in the wretched hell that was Great Barrington, one could not be too cautious. He stood for a moment, staring at the suit from right outside the room, unsure what to do next.

    The armor stood up and drew its katana quickly, pointing it at Nick. "You should have never returned... still such a stupid little boy, always fated to lose..." The armor mocked, it's voice was deep and distorted by the mask.

    Just as quickly as the samurai drew his sword, Nick drew his Colt. He didn't care who the samurai really was or why he was there, so he skipped the small talk and fired off a few rounds at the torso, before taking off to his left, gun out, and looking back in case the samurai followed.

    The samurai moved to the side just as Nick pulled the trigger... even with such bulky armor... it didn't seem to slow him down in the slightest. The bullets slammed into the wall behind him. "Ahahaha... pathetic, you couldn't hit the side of the barn if your gun was pressed right up against the wall!" The samurai mocked as he chased him, managing to keep pace and even begin to close the gap between him. "Run as much as you wish, but my blade shall taste your blood!" The samurai yelled, letting out an insane bout of laughter, as soon as he had gotten in range and as Nick's leg was raised, he had sliced at the back of Nick's leg, to be more specific his calf, close to his heel. Intending to cut his Achilles Tendon and stop him from running.

    Nick was startled as he felt a cut on his calf. This samurai was a quick runner, despite the heavy armor, but Nick was still quicker. The sword had torn his jean leg and broke the skin on his calf, but his tendon remained in tact.

    Nick knew he couldn't just run. This was life or death. He could probably outlast the samurai in this chase, but he didn't want to risk the bastard catching up and killing him.

    The sword is a deadly, short range weapon, but this blade wielding maniac would still have to swing his arms out some to attack him. If Nick was too close, any sword attack would be ineffective. On top of that, Nick running was likely exactly what this man was expecting. So Nick did the unexpected to throw him off. Suddenly, Nick charged backwards at the samurai with his elbow extended at the masked face. Would all those years of martial arts pay off?

    The samurai suddenly raised his sword and unleashed one more burst of speed as Nick charged backwards, his elbow coming toward the samurai's masked face, instead, the flat of his blade connected with Nick's unprotected elbow. The blade not budging a millimeter... it was as though his elbow had just slammed into an immovable steel wall. "Is that all foolish little boy?" The samurai asked with a mocking tone in his voice, he didn't even seem the slightest bit tired... was it even human...?

    Though the sword was metal and Nick's elbow was unprotected, Nick had practiced a many times on a martial arts dummy. Because of this, his elbow was hardened, and the blow didn't hurt nearly as much as it would a normal person.

    He understood this man, whoever he was, was a lot stronger than an average assailant. Nick knew continuing to fight him wasn't a good idea. While the samurai had his sword raised to protect from Nick's elbow, in Nick's other hand was his pistol, now aimed at the samurai's leg. Knowing samurai armor shouldn't block bullets, especially at such close range, he fired twice.

    The bullets pierced through the armor without fail, burying themselves deep into the samurai's leg, though no blood managed to escape the armor... but... the samurai didn't flinch... in fact... he laughed. "Oh my, what a pleasant experience it must be! Pain, it reminds one that they're alive... I haven't felt it in a loooong time!" The samurai said in a jovial tone... he quickly pulled back his katana and slammed it into his side, flinging Nick into the wall... he wasn't going for lethal attacks... he was toying with him.

    Nick raised his arm to block the blow. It hurt, but much less than it would any average joe with no training, and definitely less than if the blow landed in his kidney. The attack did send Nick into the wall, however, but he held onto his gun, which was unfortunately out of ammo. But that didn't render it totally useless.

    "Alright, you fuck!" Nick spun his colt so the barrel was in his hand, and hit the samurai where the temples should be with the handle. It was the original way to pistol whip. "Kill me if you want, but you're gonna have to fight for it." Nick truly didn't give a shit right now. He had his friends, and Mikkish back home, but none were on his mind. He was harassed by a conspiracy group called Vector when he was 16, and was being attacked now by doll face killers and some samurai douche bag, and he was sick of it. So sick, he didn't care if his head got cut from the neck.

    The gun bounced harmlessly off of the samurai's helmet, he looked at him and laughed. "Kill? Where would the fun be in that? Oh noooo, I wanna play for a looooooong time, and we can't do that if you're dead like me!" He said, an edge of insanity in the samurai's voice could be detected. He swung the blunt side of his katana at Nick's wrist, the one holding the gun with great precision and force.

    The blunt side struck Nick's wrist precisely with a thud, and while Nick could handle pain well, the gun dropped from his grip. It was useless anyway. This samurai really could take some hits. If the gunshots didn't slow him down, what made him think a pistol whip would do anything? Nick had no time to curse his idiocy, he needed to survive, after all. But how? He couldn't very well win the fight with this madman, and he would just get run through if he tried to turn and run now.

    Remembering an early year of his life, the one before he first saw Great Barrington, when he ran track and field at an old high school in New York. Nick jumped and went sailing over the railing to the floor below feet first. It was not as effortless as back then, but Nick still had enough strength to make the jump over.

    The samurai cackled. "Running? But I'm not done playing with you yet!" He said as he hauled himself over the railing after him quickly and with ease, aiming to land on top of him.

    Nick noticed the samurai was jumping after him, and so he quickly sprinted off towards his Honda once both his feet had landed, managing to avoid the samurai by only a few seconds. His D.Eagle was in the glove box, and if the failed, he could always ram into the bastard with his car.

    The samurai landed a few seconds later, landing on his hands and knees. He stood up and took off after him quickly. "Where ya going?! We haven't had our fun yet!!!" He shouted as he ran across the parking lot.

    When Nick reached the door and grabbed onto the handle... he'd feel nothing but pain and the handles wouldn't budge an inch... they were wrapped together with barbed wire and locked... they hadn't been like this when he had gotten in... the samurai wasn't working alone. "You can't run just yet!" The samurai said jovially as he walked calmly toward his struggling prey. "But of course... nowhere to run now..." He said letting out a low and creepy chuckle.

    Nick made a mocking smirk. "Shit, well I will never get in." He barked in spiteful sarcasm, as he punched his fist through the window, shattering the glass. His hand was already bleeding, but regardless, this wasn't afraid of a little of his own blood. He then jumped in, cutting himself up a little more, but ignored the pain, and jammed in the keys, turning them to start the engine.

    ...The engine... it wouldn't start... His truck was completely dead. They had sabotaged the engine. No matter how many times he had tried to turn the key... Suddenly... a figure was standing outside of the broken window... suddenly he felt a cold metallic hand close around his throat. "Got you~" The samurai said in a sing-song voice. He dragged him out through the broken window and slammed him to the ground... he looked him up and down. "My, my... where to begin?~" He asked as he stabbed his katana close to Nick's leg. "Oh I know... I'm sure that this thing has taken a beating many times... I wonder if you can feel any pain from it... shall we see?" He asked, a sadistic tone in his voice.

    He raised his katana once more... and stabbed it into Nick's leg... but not just in any place... a place where he had received multiple wounds sixteen years ago... in the same exact place. "Does it hurt...? Don't lie now... oh I know how to make sure that you're telling the truth..." He said, he began to brutally twist the katana, widening the wound, tearing his flesh apart, cackling in sadistic glee. "Does it hurt?!" He asked.

    "YAAAAHHHHG!" Nick yelled, as the samurai continued his relentless, insane, twisting. The original stab didn't hurt as the pain would take time to set in, but the twisting put Nick in immense agony. Still in his pathetic attempt to fight off the samurai, his other leg was free and kicking the samurai's shin repeatedly, his strength boosted by adrenalin. He wasn't thinking about his past, or how many times he had been shot in the leg. He only wanted the pain to stop.

    The kick to his armored shin was useless... it may as well have been him kicking a brick wall. The samurai wouldn't stop his merciless twisting until he finally heard his katana scraping the asphalt beneath him. He pulled his katana out of the gaping hole in Nick's leg... he admired his handiwork and then looked at his katana... the crimson liquid dripping off of its tip.

    He brought the katana up to his mask and tilted it up slightly, only allowing Nick to see his mouth as he brought the katana's bloody end to his mouth and licked off a little blood from the flat of his blade. He pulled his mask back down and chuckled. "Simply delicious... I could come to really enjoy this... I must have more when we play again, Nicky boy." He said, he chuckled and raised his arm into the air and made a gesture as though to have someone follow him... then... the doors of the motel all opened at once.

    Familiar figures that Nick had seen just the other night marched out of each room... behind them... the rooms were splattered with blood. In some of the doorways he could see twisted mutilated bodies, their faces twisted in fear and agony... men, women, children, the elderly... no one was spared from their merciless onslaught. The samurai stepped on his bloody leg and then began to walk away, accompanied by hooded doll faced figures... but... he turned around. "These people died because you were here, wherever you go, death follows, every death that you've encountered were all your fault... just like... oh what were their names again...? Oh... yes that's right... Peter and Halleigh, their brains were splattered onto the ground... and let's not forget about your whore of a mother, burnt alive, was she not? They would have been better off if you were never born, they'd still be breathing right now." The samurai said, a gleefully sadistic tone in his voice. "Let's play again sometime." He said, with that... they left him there on the cold asphalt.

    Nick looked around in disgust at all the dead men, women...and children, but what got to him most was the memories of Peter...and his mom. "You bastard!" He yelled, part with rage and part with the intense agony his leg caused him "Fuck you! I'll kill you!" He shouted as they walked away and vanished. His leg was bleeding out a lot, he knew he would die if he didn't get help soon. Realizing that shouting angrily at the doll faced fuckers who were now gone was useless, he began to instead shout for help, but what was coming out, though very loud, was not recognizable as words. It would be obvious to anyone who heard that someone was hurt. He continued yelling as he slowly passed out.

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    As the samurai snuck through streets, he stopped at a payphone and dialed 911, he listened to the emergency operator asked what his problem was. "I've just brutally butchered everyone in the Motel 6, oh, I did leave one survivor though, but he is bleeding quite badly, may want to get to him before he dies, it'd be such a shame." He said, he cackled and left the phone hanging... as he walked, he heard sirens echoing throughout the night. "Tonight was certainly fun." He thought.

    The samurai stopped outside of Simmons Taxidermy Shop... he produced a key and went inside after unlocking the door, then he locked it behind him and went down to the basement. He walked over to a shelf full of implements and chemicals at the other end of the small room and pushed it aside and pushed the wall open... a secret door... Before he entered, he grabbed a needle and thread, and hydrogen peroxide and went inside the dimly lit room. He took off his armor and placed it on an armor stand, except for the boot with his blood inside, he'd have to clean that of course...

    Leon sighed. "Such a poor sport, damaging my armor." He said as he held the damaged blood filled boot. He took it over to a sink inside of the room and began to wash it out and dried it before setting it onto the stand. Then he cut the leg off of his pants, pulled it off, and tossed it aside. He looked at the two bullet holes in his leg. "Hm... a very bad sport... oh... forgot forceps... oh well." He muttered, he shrugged and got to work.

    He dug his fingers into the wound, his expression staying neutral, not flinching or even wincing as he widened the wound and dug the bullet out of his leg and tossed it onto his pant leg and did the same with the other. He unscrewed the cap on the hydrogen peroxide and poured it over the two bloody holes and watched as they began to foam, the antiseptic cleaning out the wound. He then grabbed the needle and thread and began to sew the bloody holes shut, once he was finished, he washed the blood off of his hands, the peroxide bottle, and the needle, then he dumped the bloody thread, pant leg, and bullets into a furnace in the corner of the room, watching as everything was burnt up. "...Tonight was certainly exhilarating." He thought smirking, he couldn't wait for more work...

    He turned to a small altar in the other side of the room, opposite to another door and walked over to it. It was full of pictures of Joe, his old black tattered trench coat draped across it, his old pistol lying on top, still in fully functioning order, he cleaned it every day and kept it loaded. "Soon, we'll be together soon..." He mumbled smiling as he walked out of the room and replaced everything that he had taken from the basement and ensured that the cabinet was back where it had once been. He went upstairs, got ready for bed, and then slept peacefully, his dreams filled with the twisted faces of the people he had ordered to be killed tonight... such delightful dreams...
     

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