Part 3- The Final Battle

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Winston sees O'Brien in an awful condition, he has a "One Piece is Peak" shirt on him, he has bloodshot red eyes as if he hadn't gotten any sleep, he blinks his eyes awake and manages to mutter a few words.

"Win-Winston you came to sa-" O'Brien manages to mutter through his chapped lips and dry and desolate mouth with a couple of teeth missing that Bryson probably added to his collection.

"Wait, no they are here to watch you." Bryson says while giggling, taking out his pistol and aiming at O'Brien right as Amara pulls out theirs and aims it at him.

The two go into a kind of Russian Roulette situation. Both their eyes looking at each other not even giving the other a chance to blink as they go around in a circle having tight grips on their brown leather resistance gun handles. As they are going around in a circle, Winston takes his chance when the two are distracted in trying to entice the other into getting shot. Winston unties O'Brien and carries his heavy and tattered body leaking with blood near the area of his liver that Bryson was trying to make a snack of. The two slowly rush out since O'Brien's heavy body weighs down Winston making him feel like he is more in the DMV than a hostage situation. Finally, Bryson catches a glance at Winston carrying O'Brien, but he doesn't shoot Winston or O'Brien, he takes aim and attempts to kill Amara. They both begin dodging each other's gunshots before they both take the guns out of the other's hands making them have to fight each other with their bare hands. Winston instead of running off looks on at the fight in awe to O'Brien's dismay as he frowns as he isn't free yet due to a distracted Winston. Bryson locks Amara in a choke hold, but Amara escapes by biting Bryson's arm and sucking some of his blood, Winston is so disturbed that he stops watching and quickly leaves.

Winston rushes down the dark and grimy hospital hallways and his feet make screeching noises on the very loud tile below him, allowing Bryson to find out where he is heading. Winston looks to his left at a window and sees Amara outside, meaning in the ensuing battle, Amara must have escaped through the window to get away from Bryson. The problem is now Bryson is on Winston's tail instead of Amara's, also Bryson grabbed his pistol, luckily he didn't grab Amara's, but dodging the gunshots of one gun is still very difficult and a challenge. Sweat pours down Winston's face and his face turns red as he dodges the gunfire of Bryson's bullets for both him and O'Brien on his shoulder. Somehow by a miracle perhaps, Winston finds an open window big enough from him to slip through the crack unscathed, just as a bullet from Bryson's gun slips past the top of scalp.

"GOD DAMN!" Winston screams after escaping then Amara shows up near him and they both run along the debris ridden sidewalks of the capital away from Bryson.

They are able to hide among the crowd of rioters and Bryson loses them through the smoke of the flames in the middle of the street. They slip through the holes in Bryson's vision and quickly go toward the theater where the daily reckoning is happening.

"Why are we going back?" Winston asks suddenly as he definitely doesn't want to go back to a place that is the equivalent of hell on earth.

"Winston, we are going to overthrow Melvin. I managed to grab my pistol back and I even stole another open of Bryson's weapons he left near the window seal, here this is a rifle our coup shall succeed and after that we will get Bryson out of the way too." Amara says as they give Winston the rifle.

"Yes, but I only fucking signed up to save O'Brien so you could murder Bryson at the same time. I didn't sign up to help overthrow Melvin and then try to help you attempt a murder against your political adversary Bryson again!" Winston screams at Amara.

"Well O'Brien won't get treated unless you and your lazy ass comes and helps me overthrow Melvin then your sweet O'Brien can get treated!" Amara shouts back just as they arrive at the theater.

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