Why I Left and Why I'm Leaving

Chapter 9

[Adam's POV]

"..." That's all anyone could say at this point.

There was too much that could be said.

"Do you..." I began but shook my head.

"What?" Ty asked.

"Do you think... those were real?"

"If so, I have no idea when those were taken. I barely met you less than an hour ago."

[Mitch's POV]

Adam and Ty exchange akward conversation in the other room when it hits me.

Week after week passes by and me and *** had not seen *** or ***. I begin wondering what's happening. I sit next to *** in our hotel room and turn on the TV.

"...Have caught our most recent Asylum escapee," a photo of *** shows up on the screen. He escaped?! Woohoo! "The current whereabouts of his partner in crime are unknown. Artists have asked witnesses and they have drawn a lookalike to the culprit." A sketch faintly resembling *** appeared on the screen. "Be on the lookout for this murderer..." ***'s a murderer?! Would he really risk lives to save ***? I-I don't know. I sat shocked, starting at the artwork. *** intertwined his fingers with mine.

"Is something wrong, Biggums?" I continue staring at the screen and nod. "Do you know them?" I look at ***, confused.

"Yeah. You do too." He looked at me, shocked.

"We should tell the police. Maybe you can help the other guy get captured again." I looked at ***, apalled. Then I smiled.

"I get it. You can drop the act now."

"What act? I'm serious!" He looked at me, boredly.

"You-You don't r-remember t-them?"

"I never knew them." I stared, open mouthed.

"Yes you do! We barely knew them-"

"If we barely knew them, how am I supposed to remember them?"

"The dream! The reason we came here for Pax! Remember that! Remember them! Remember!"

"Okay, Mitch, now I think that your just making things up."

"I'm not making things up!" I earnestly pleaded. I silently prayed he would remember. "Remember how we met each other! Remember how we met ***! Remember how we met ***! Remember how we met ***! Remember how we went to see *** in a coma! Remember!" I pleaded. *** kind of stared into space for a minute, frustratingly looking at the wall. He shook his head.

"You're full of it, Mitch."

"Mitch?" Someone touched my shoulder and I flinched.

"God, Jerome. Don't scare me like that." Jerome kind of sounds like the guy in the flashback who talked to me. It's just the way he says 'Mitch'...

"Hey, Jerome?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you remember... someone escaping from an asylum? And someone else killing people to try and save them?" He kind of squints.

"Vaguely. Why?"

"Oh, no reason..."

((OMFG I'm setting up the plot! and no one except Its_ash_duh knows what I'm planning muhahaha!!

Its_ash_duh: What's going to happen is...

Me: OMFG NO THEY WOULD DIE- heh heh *akward laughter* no, you wouldn't die... Anyways, should I do the little script things at the end of chappies again? It may take longer for chappies to come out if you vote yes. Comment

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Also, I can give you a preview of the last chappie if I get 20 comments on the next word...

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I still want you all to make dat trend!!^^

Bai!))