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Kneeling down underneath the window, the voices became barely audible as it hits the glass of the window. Taking a deep breath I inch up to see what is going on. I spot Melody sitting at a table with a man. Her head hanging low, her arms are laced across her chest. Biting my bottom lip I tear my eyes away from her to try and seek out my friend’s whereabouts. My eyes widen with surprise to see Taylor bleeding from the mouth, his shirt collar tight around his neck from the man that holds it in his fist. Darting away I spot Brett slowly awakening with a grimace look on his face. His hand raising to his head from where the gun had hit him. A bright color comes into focus in the corner of my eye. It was the woman with pink hair, flaunting her body over to Taylor. Toying with him. Kneeling back down, I run both my hands through my hair. A light breeze seems to pick up as I suddenly get an idea. Not sure if it will work or not I shrug my shoulders, willing to do anything. Before I leave I take a gander at my watch checking to see how much time until the police show up. Alright, should be at least 30 minutes, hopefully less. I thought to myself as I slide against the brick wall, careful of not being heard or seen.

Climbing up the steps my ears hear the sound of heavy footsteps, broad and slow. Aware that it could be a man searching the levels I dive into the bushes, my back getting acquainted with the not-so-soft mulch. Holding in my pain I carefully get to my knees, my breathing quickening as it becomes heavier. Unable to hear the footsteps I try once again to climb the steps. This time with success. The red wooden doors never looked so welcoming. With my hand pressing against the polished wood, I ease up. My eyes becoming level with the start of the elegant glass; pressing my face against the coolness of the window I struggle to see around the corners and into the halls, the hotness of my breath fogging up the glass. Coming back down I slip my hand onto the doorknob, as I turn it my breathing comes to a halt. Unable to breath I ease the door open, thanking God that it was a new door with fresh hinges instead of old creaking ones that give way to my position like in horror movies. With the opening just big enough for me to get by, I slither on through. Gently closing the door. My breathing returning to me. Quickly I press my back up against the wall, gliding to the corner, I peer out looking down both ways. I can feel sweat beginning to bead itself out from my pores as my heart races with each stealthy step I take.

Almost to the door, my ears pick up voices like a radio picking up a distant station. Panicking, I skid to the door. My hands reaching out for the handle as I slide past it on my knees, my pants getting no traction from the glossy marble flooring. I press out my Vans, the rubber soles squeaking as they screech to a halt. My knuckles losing color from the tight grip I have on the handle. Catching my footing I rush to turn the knob as I hear the footsteps quicken. Sure that they have heard my noise. Once inside, I barely close the door not wanting to give away my location by the clicking of the door being fully closed. The tiny slit allows me to peer out, waiting to see the men come down the stairs. Finally I catch a glimpse of boots coming down the last few stairs. The bodies stopping at the bottom. I notice one person heads in the other direction as the other begins to make their way to me. Leaving the door I search for a place to hide as the footsteps begin to get closer.

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Dante holds Taylor up, the blood from his mouth dribbles down his chin. He perks a brow at Taylor realizing that he isn’t talking. His grip stiffens causing Taylor to jump. The students have begun to quiet down, tears drying. Shock consuming most of them. Their bloodshot eyes looking at the two in the middle, all wandering what was to happen to the poor boy. Would he be shot? Killed? Or tortured? Many of these questions also danced in the head of Taylor as well. Dante could see them swimming around in his forest green eyes.

"Come now Taylor. Be a good lad and answer my question." He smirks as he pats Taylor’s cheek harshly. "Or you can try to be a hero and get yourself into some trouble." He continues, his eyes leading down to his weapon. Tay licks his lips with worry, the quivering taking over the busted lip. Dante smiles assuming that he is about to be told the name.

"It’s..." Taylor hesitates for a moment, thinking it over. His eyes glancing around the room before his head is being jerked back to face him. "It’s your mother." He blurts out, his face stern. Obviously taking the hero card. Dante narrows his eyes in furry. Pushing Taylor into the hands of another guy. Raising his gun with the intent to slam it into his chest, he is interrupted. Melody is being shoved into the room by her hair. She is yelling to be let go. Dante plasters a grin on his face as the gun rests by his side. The man tells him where she was found. Dante walks up close to her, his hand caressing her cheek as she looks away. He tells him to sit her at a table for the time being. He checks the time as his patience is slowly deteriorating. Looking around at the sad faces he sees the boy that was struck over the head finally awaken. His eyebrows scrunch together as he turns to face Taylor who is currently being harassed by Cherry. Making the connection to the two he motions for Brett to be brought to him.

Brett is then forcefully brought to his feet and continuously being nudged in between the shoulder blades by the gun. Dante watches him as he makes his way towards him. Seeing Brett’s eyes dash over to Taylor every so often. Nodding to himself he knows that he has made the right connection. As Brett stands in front of him, he takes out a long piece of wire. Dante then proceeds to walk around Brett, peering up and down at his stature, wrapping the wire around his right hand twice. Stopping behind him, he cocks his head to the side looking at Taylor. Stretching the wire out he quickly brings the it over Brett’s head and tightly against the flesh of his neck. Gasps fill the air from the terrified onlookers. Brett squirming to be released, raspy pleas for help barely understandable. Taylor yells as he is being restrained, tears aligning the brim of his eyes.

"All you have to do is tell me who is not here... Who has the special ability?" Dante asks cooly as he struggles with Brett. Taylor fights the tears and the one who holds him by the arms.

"What? Special ability...I don’t know what you’re talking about!" He screams as he watches Brett gasp for air, his nails digging into his neck for any kind of relief. The blood trickling over the now faint wire as it is pressed deeper into the skin. Dante shakes his head, pulling on the wire making Brett stand on the tips of his toes. Taylor shakes his head continuing to scream that he doesn’t know anyone with a special ability. Before he can proceed, the door to the cafeteria opens. Dante turns as well as Brett, who has almost given up.

"Sir, there is someone on this level. Me and Jack heard him." The young man explains. Dante rolls his eyes and releases the wire from Brett’s neck. The blood flowing a bit more freely now as he hits the ground, taking in deep breaths. Taylor closes his eyes and also breaths a sigh of relief. He walks over to Taylor, his mouth close to his ear, whispering to him that this isn’t finished just yet. Smacking him on his already cut and bruised cheek.