Immaculate Misconceptions Motionless In White

It is Finished.

"Freeze! FBI! Don't move!"

The words came slow and took a moment for Chris to register. He wasn't sure why everything seemed like it was in slow motion but those simple words made his heart flutter. Perhaps, if he were to die today, he wouldn't have to die alone.

Taking a long painful breath, he worked up the strength to lift up his head once more; opening his swollen eyes in attempt to focus on the several figures hidden within the brush.

2 officers pointed their weapons directly at Blue Jeans and behind them lay 3 more timid figures clad in black clothes. His lips twitched in a pathetic smile; those were his friend. But which ones? He wasn't sure. But his friends were here and he wasn't alone... He would've much preferred his death to have been witnessed completely differently but at this point he was just extremely grateful for his friends presence among these strangers.

Upon seeing the guns the crowd of people that had followed him here let out cries of surprise. Mothers clutched their children in fear and the men stepped forward to become a human shield around the women.

Blue Jeans let out a small laugh and gazed at the Officers and the group behind them with an eerie smile, "Welcome! Come to see the downfall of a Sinner?"

"I said Don't Move!" The Officer repeated, "Put down the matches. We can all walk away from this without hurting anyway."

Blue Jeans laughed even louder causing Chris' head to thud, "Oh, I don't believe this one would be walking anytime soon." He spat on the ground and some members of the crowd even dared to chuckle.

"Come on man, we don't want to shoot you."

"We all know that you won't because you can't. There's gasoline in the air gentlemen! No matter how big the space you're close enough to set this whole area ablaze."

"And what do you think that match is gonna do? Huh? Just a small flame can set off the fumes."

"Ah, but it'll be controlled." He looked back at Chris with a small smile, "Well will you look at that. There actually ARE people who would want you to live. How... brave."

The Officers knew they were running out of time so they quickly returned to negotiation mode,

"Let's just talk this out ok? Nothing irrational." He lowered his weapon while the other officer only let his hang loosely from his belt so at any moment he could grasp it once more, "I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement ok?"

Blue Jeans watched them curiously, letting his arms fall to his sides. "What is your name?"

"I'm officer Michael and this is Officer Johnson."

"Michael... A holy name."

The Officer had to pause before nodded slowly in agreement, "My mother gave it to me. She was a good Christian women-"

"Then you understand what must be done." Blue Jeans went back to strike the match but paused again.

"What's your name!" The Officer called out.

There was silence and for a second it seemed like Blue Jeans was afraid to answer... "Thomas. Thomas Thatcher."

Chris managed to groan, his body aching. So badly he just wanted this to end one way or another. He focused his blurry eyes on the ones he would recognize as his friends.

Angelo's heart skipped a beat as they watched Chris. It seemed like he was focusing on him, Ricky, and Kuza.

"Chris! We're here buddy! Everything's gonna be alright!" Angelo yelled out.