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Walking back from breakfast Ismaru felt pressure on both of his ankles. "It can't be...I know that feel. Yes, I am weaponless no longer! I can't beleive I forgot about those daggers I hid." Ismaru smiled, it felt good to be armed again. Moveing quickly he removed the daggers from his shoes and placed them in the loops at his sides. The hilts were black and they blended in perfectly with his stuff.

((as long as you know that both Nympie and Psycho are dead its all good xD))

If you opened the third door on the right side of the socialization room you would think you walked in on a crazy. Someone completley out of it. You would see a boy rubbing his face up and down against the padded wall. You would probably walk away shaking your head and pitying the poor insane soul. But Mintz wasnt insane. His nose was just itchy. And with his arms tied up in the straight jacket rubbing his nose against the wall was the only why to scratch it. Mintz hated doing it. He hated the restrictiveness of the jacket. He should have known this is what would happen. Every time he killed, or even attempted to kill, he was put in the jacket.

He woke up this morning in not the most pleasant manner. Someone had grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and dragged him out of his bed. They pushed him violently out of his room and down the hall to the office where Dr.Huzzah was waiting for him. The doctor didnt even have to say anything before Mintz broke down and spilled everything about Nymphie's murder. It ended with a plea. A plea not to throw him or Psycho in jail. they didnt mean to attack Nymphie. They were crazy. They should be kept in the asylum. They couldnt be thrown in jail...they would never survive there.

And thats how Mintz learned about Psycho's death. He wasnt told how she was killed. He wasnt told who killed her. But he swore to himself that whoever it was wouldnt get away with it. First Nymphie...now Psycho. Both of his best friends, dead, within 24 hours.

He stood there limply as the guards put him in the jacket and lead him down the hall into the padded room. Mintz actually welcomed it. He needed to be alone, where no one could bother him. He needed to plot.

((Got it. So sad, too bad. xd ))

Christa sat on the couch and saw some girls on the floor, some looked deathly pale. "Peles...Nan...Psycho..NYMPHIE." It all came back. The murder. She has witnessed it all. She broke down before stumbling over to a glass of water. She gulped the water down and went to lay on the couch, sobbing softly before closing her eyes.

Opal awoke from a long unconciousness that was haunted by a familiar face, one that tried to kill her. She was back in her cell, on her cot, but she felt that something was wrong. Opal rubbed her head, and stood up unsteadily, then wandered into the socializing room. Suddenly, the same feeling that came over her when she was about to be attacked came back. She was unsteady, and dazed, but she could tell something happened.

Opal then saw their bodies, and gasped. "What... happened?" she whispered in an sickly way.

Get a candle Nan. Get a candle

Mintz was peering through the tiny window near the top of the kitchen door. He could see Nan perfectly. It may have been dark, but he was used to that. He was concentrating so hard on her movements that he didnt even notice the hissing noise coming from the other side of the doorway. The hissing of the gas. He knew the sound was there, but he paid no attention. He just kept watching.

Good Nan. Good. You have the candle. Now find the match.


She found it. She lit it. Next thing he knew, Mintz was laying on the ground with blood trickling from his forehead, everything was in chaos. People were talking in rapid voices, firehoses were leading into the kitchen from outside. Before Mintz could get a grasp of what was going on, he passed out again.

((Is the room Meant to be on fire?..Because we all know what haoppens when fire + Gas mix eek .....right...is it?..because if not then i'll change this post ^^))

Game stared at the fire growing around them "Well...it looks like you may just kill us all with this." Game looked at Mintz and had her LX in her hand..empty..but she had a few magazines. "You want to know who killed Psycho?" Game sighed as she looked down to the floor "Because I will tell you with your last living breath...Or maybe you will find out before then?" Game wasn't cared about the fire...she knew if she were to die..then so be it.