Nuclear Links

Roulette

The room was dead silent, tension rubbing at every surface. The initial shock of what was happening suddenly settled, Jordan being first. Body structure rigid, he backed up.

"Hey, whoa there buddy... How about you put down the gun and tell us-"

"Fuck off, or Ze's going to be eating bullets." Chilled snapped, thrusting the tip of the gun harder into the other's skull. Ze hiccuped, eyes red and puffy. There was a sense of weakness radiating off of him, the kind that made you want to run to him and take him into your arms.

James stepped forward, features hard. It was surprising, considering that he and Chilled had a rough past.

"Anthony, what the FUCK do you think you're doing?!" He growled, an aura of both rage and caution protecting his figure. When the other showed no signs of a response, James angrily stepped forward in his newfound rage. With no weapon in hand and his fists balled, James seemed as if he wanted to beat Anthony to the ground.

Chilled smirked, his index finger ghosting over the trigger of the gun. He seemed to be cockier than usual... Or, from what the Creatures used to know him as. He used to be a part of their group.

Used to.

Treason wasn't a pretty thing.

And suddenly, a bang went off in the room. All stood still in shock, looking at Ze nervously- well, Ze was just as confused as they were, until Anthony screamed and fell to the floor. Blood poured from his leg, and his gun was thrown somewhere.

Kootra held his gun in his hand, a hard expression on his face. Swiftly walking to Chilled's trembling figure, he kicked Ze to the side.

Picking Chilled up by the shirt collar, he held him about two inches from his face.

"You have a few questions to answer, pal." Kootra snarled. 

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Aleks stared at the wall. His emotions were a complete mess, and he couldn't get away from it. He still didn't have his fucking memories, he's killed more than one person, and now he was in a "relationship" with somebody he boderline hated. 

He stared at the bag on the other side of his bed. It was filled with various weapons, all capable of sucking the life out of someone.

Should he?

Who would he be upsetting? Jake was probably only using him to complete bullshit missions. Steven and Kevin only wanted to torture him. He knew of nobody else... 

His mind wandered to the night he escaped Steven and Kevin. 

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"Hey asshole, get the fuck out here or I'll leave you the fuck behind!!!"

A man with blond hair stood outside his room, blood splattering his clothes. He had a heavy... English accent? Feeling a little more than half-dead, Aleks didn't bother thinking about it. Staring at the man further, he realzied he's seen this guy before... Utorak? Jamie? One of those. Getting up from his bed, he tiptoed over slowly. He felt like he was about to collapse. 

"What the hell are you doing...? You're going to alert the guards-" "What do you think happened to the guards?!" He scream-whispered, motioning to the blood on his clothes. Grabbing Aleks by the hand, he lead him through a few halls quietly, hiding inside of rooms whenever somebody came near. They eventually came to a certain room, with about four other people in it. They all looked somewhat familiar...

"This is Smarty, Galm, Michael, and Jake. Get used to them. And... I'm Jamie, or Utorak, in case your faggot-ass forgot." Jamie grumbled. (A/U: In case you don't know, Smarty and Galm game with Chilled a lot. Michael and Jake are around Kevin and Immortal more. Just thought I'd group them together!)