Silver lights will kill the moon one day

Don't know why, or how

But all that we are left with is a blank realization

That we are all on this earth

We live and breath the same air

We look at the same sky

Blow out the same carbon

Only our minds are different

They seperate each person from the other

We work together; unknowingly

Shining our light of concense through the air

To the sky, to the sea of darkness

The moon will die as our glow, grows brighter

Don't be bitter
Don't be sweet
Don't be hateful
Don't be keen
Don't be liked
Don't be hate...

Don't be the one
To determine our fate

The moon shines on
Glowing dimmer, every day
We do not realize; we are too arrogant to see
Only when, it is not there

Will we want to hate... No more

A light swung over head portraying light around the dim room, the room was a perfect square of eleven feet, as well as eight feet in height. The entire room was cement, except for two metal vents that came out of the ceiling to let in, and take-away air. A silver door about two-three feet in with, also being six feet tall, stood in the bottom left corner of the room. A small drop of water dripped out of the vent due to moisture in the room which collected around the outer end of the vent.

A woman was sitting against the left corner on the north end of the room, hugging two small children against her, each of which were shivering due to the low temperature of the room, as well as from fright.

The woman had black hair with brownish red highlights going through it at certain points. She had emerald green eyes, and her body was slightly tan, her figure was quite thin but it was not perfect. She was wearing a purple sweater and blackish blue jeans with a belt that hung out of it, and her feet were bare. She had a bruised right eye, and a wound over her lip seemed to be healing.

Her name was Jolene Coleman, the two children she was holding in her arms names were Jacob Wilson, and Ryan Coleman. Jacob was the oldest, of the kids, he was seven, and his last name is Wilson, since that is Jolene's maiden name. He was born before she married her husband, Adrian Coleman. The youngest son, was four, but was very intelligent for his age.

Ryan had blonde hair, and the same green colored eyes that his mother had. He had on a blue, soccer type Jersey which had the number seven on the back the shoulders were colored a light black, as well as the seven was a light black itself. He had on light blue shorts, and white grass stained shoes.

Jake had brown hair and blue eyes, he was wearing a black shirt that stretched down to his knees and a large size pair of dark blue jeans, he also had black shoes on. The two children huddled to their mother in fear, she held them close to her chest, and they all gathered warmth from the other.

They had been there for approximately a week, Jolene had been taken as she was getting ready to go pick up Ryan from Soccer practice. Jake was also at the Soccer game, it was his friend's mother who had taken both of them to the game since one of her younger children themselves was on the team.

After Jolene had been captured, they used her Mini-Van, and drove it to the game, which had ended about five minutes before they got there. Jake and Ryan recognized the van, due to their mothers favored bumper stickers, the sticker itself, were for Avon, since Jolene actually sold it for Avon, whom paid her to sell their product.

Either way, Jake and Ryan jumped into the Mini-Van using the sliding door, since Jolene never actually liked getting out of her Van if it was too hot outside. So nothing seemed wrong when she did not leave the Van. Once the kids entered the Van, they were immediately gagged and tied up. Then they were placed in the backseat with their mother.

After that, they were placed into the room that they were currently in. They were giving cold meals twice a day, yet they had no idea what it was. The meals did not taste good at all, but they had kept them alive so far. They had been close to being calmed down after the week, until Jolene and the kids were allowed to talk to Coleman today, not face to face, but through a little phone they threw in for them.

Now, they were terrified; they didn't actually think something could happen to them, but after speaking with Coleman, they were left with the blank realization that something might actually happen to them, and that they may not make it out of this room alive... Ever noise that went on behind the door cause them to jump in fright; they were literally pertrified.

The door to the room smashed open, and in walked Sherry, a knife could be seen in her right hand as the door slammed shut. She walked toward the group, her heels tapping on the floor causing an echo to follow around the room of her footsteps. The two children looked up at Sherry, then ran over to the opposite corner of the room.

Jolene huddled into the corner, her hands twitched in fear, she huddled as close to the corner as she could and held her hands in front of her mouth, "Please . . . Please don't kill me!" She said, beginning to get teary eyed. "Please, just let us go, ple-ase" She said, bursting out into tears.

"Please oh please, said the little one," began Sherry walking to Jolene's side. "What has thou done, you wonder?" Sherry then crouched down and stared into Jolene's eyes, and tilting her head. "Nothing, I say, you have done nothing, and that is why," Sherry paused as she began to trail the knife up Jolene's arm. "You deserve to die."

Blood started to leak out of Jolene's arm, and dripped down onto her clothes. "Stop it, Please!"Screamed Jolene, crying even more then she already was.

The children huddled in the corner, their heads facing toward the floor, and floods of tears left their eyes every time their mother began to scream.

"Stop it, you say?" Sherry said, pressing the knife harder against Jolene's skin. "Why must I stop, will you stop me, or will you just cry more?" Sherry said smoothly, lifting the knife off of Jolene's arm, and stabbing it into Jolene's knee.

Jolene yelled out in pain lifting her self away from the wall and screaming toward the ceiling. She then let her back fall back onto the wall and she tried to control her breathing pattern. "My husband," She took a deep breathe, "Will kill you, one day . . . " Finished Jolene, looking over at Sherry, glaring at her with her Emerald eyes.

"Ohh" Started Sherry with a cold voice, "I hope he does." Sherry took her left hand and forced it onto Jolene's neck. "Just along with-" She smashed Jolene's head into the wall, "every-" smashing her head into the wall again, "body-" she then smashed Jolene's head into the wall again, harder this time "else!" She finished, smashing Jolene's head into the wall for the final time.

Jolene's right was snapped shut, and her body twitched every half second it seemed. But her left eye still glared at Sherry, not moving, even as the body twitched.

Sherry lifted up the knife, and slammed it right into Jolene's eye, killing its glare forever. Dark blood soon filled the wall, along with Jolene's clothes, and also worked its way onto the floor. The two children screamed louder than ever, most likely having seen what had just occurred to his mother. Sherry put her right hand on the handle of the knife, and slammed her hand to the right, taking a chunk of Jolene's head off. The two kids screamed even louder at this.

Sherry got up, holding the edge of the knife downward and letting the blood drip onto the floor. She held her head down and gave them an evil smirk as she slowly walked toward the two kids with an intent to kill.

Sherry jumped up, her heart beating, she focused in on the road ahead of her. She was entirely shocked for how long she was in the trance. But either way, she still knew what she had done. Two years ago she was fickle, and she was arrogant. She was mean, and she was cruel. She did not want these memories anymore, but they stayed with her, that emerald eye haunted her dreams.

She killed them . . . She killed them all, and left such a powerful bloodstain that they never could get it out of the cement . . . She looked over at Coleman, whom still slept peacefully in the chair. "Sorry" Sherry whispered over to him, the only reason he was still with Umbrella, still fighting, still going on, was because of the family he is trying to get back, the family that she killed. The family that he will not ever see again, the family she took away from him . . .

His eyes blinked open and then shut closed when the light hit his eyes, he held his hand in front of his face to block the sun, and then he opened his eyes again, and then let out a yawn. "How long have I been out, and where are we?" He asked sitting upright in his seat.

"I don't know . . . A few hours I guess? I am not exactly paying attention myself." She said letting out a yawn herself. "Someone is following us." She said as she let out another yawn, "whoever it is, it is the same person who knocked out with a tranquilizing dart to your leg."

"That explains a lot, I guess. So, what I miss?" Asked Coleman, tiredly, as he had just woken up.

Sherry thought for a second, "Well you missed a Tyrant, my carrying you up the rest of the stairs, me going crazy over a locket, and also me having a mental breakdown, and also me having a flashback as I was driving and somehow didn't crash!" Finished Sherry with an odd amount of enthusiasm than she would normally use.

Coleman stared at her blankly for a second, "Do . . . I want to know?" He asked her.

"No . . . You most likely do not, really, you do not want to know" She answered as she wondered whether or not she wanted to look at him, or the road. "Hey, do you want to drive? I cannot even remember where I was going," She asked him as she stared ahead at the road and gave another yawn.

Coleman gave another yawn as well, "Odd isn't it, that how one person's yawn can get someone else to yawn continuously?" He asked looking out the passenger window.

"Hey! Do you want to drive?" Sherry announced loudly.

"Sorry, I won't make any more comments then." Coleman said, rolling his eyes at the scenery.

"I was being serious, because, I am really fucking tired, and would rather someone else drive." She said, taking her right hand off of the steering wheel.

"Oh . . . Well, I just woke up, but sure, I can see my yawning made you tired . . . That and I am the only one who has gotten any sleep recently. Am I not?" He asked as he looked over at Sherry.

Sherry eased her foot off the gas slowly, and pushed on the hazard light button, which was located in-between the two air conditioning vents that were above the cd player/radio. Then turned the wheel slowly as she rode slightly off the highway, and past the bright white line that signified which lane you should be in.

Then, stopped completely when there was not much space left between the SUV and the dirt, that resided besides the highway.

Sherry unbuckled herself, and opened her door slightly. Opened enough to signify she was ready to switch seats with Coleman, but not opened enough so that any traffic passing by could hit the door.

"Are you getting out?" She asked as the wind blew her pony-tailed hair over her face.

"Huh?" Coleman asked her, since he seemed to of not even realized that they had even stopped. "Oh . . . Yea . . . Sure" He stated as he looked around at the passing cars.

Getting out, he noticed that it had actually become more windy, surprisingly enough he did not notice this from Sherry's hair. Sherry glanced at him as he patted his hands together and rubbed them a bit before blowing on them. He did not have enough hair for the wind to do anything, which also probably meant that he would also become colder quicker.

She eyed him for a second, but shrugged it off, and squeezed out of the small crack of the door she opened for herself. She walked around the back end of the SUV and paused for a moment by the back end of the vehicle, and sat there, seeming to be in a sort of daze of thoughts, but, shrugging after a few seconds, she continued walking to the passenger's side of the vehicle and swung the door open all of the way just because she had wanted to, and because squeezing outside of a door is just an experience you don't like to have, if you can avoid it.

Having not even noticed Coleman had even moved away from his previous standing position, she was surprised to see him already in the driver's seat of the SUV.

"Where did you come from?" She asked, looking at him oddly, but also noticing that she had not said the question as she had wanted to.

"From here, and I just jumped into your seat using the inside of the car." He stated, wondering if his point had been denounced properly.

Blinking for a second, Sherry responded.

"Okay . . . Didn't really get that, but I think I sort of do. But I am not entirely sure, also why you called my SUV a car, I will never know, but . . . Just drive . . . Really, thats what I recommend you do."

Coleman let out a yawn, pushed the gear out of Park into Neutral, and slammed his foot on the gas. Only to have the engine roar up, and tires spin out. Rolling his eyes, he pushed the gear into Drive, and waited to see if the vehicle showed any signs of motion, before he even attempted to place his foot on the gas.

Turning back onto the freeway, the SUV was almost slammed by a wall of SUVs coming from the direction they had just been. After turning right off the freeway, he noticed a small blue car sandwiched between the SUVs.

Sherry's eyes lit up and stared at the blue car going up a small hill and out of sight.

"My car . . . " She mumbled as the car left her view, which caused her hand to fly forward with her index finger pointing in the same direction as she screamed, "Go!"

Turning back onto the freeway, Coleman did just what he thought she ordered, which was, catch up to the group of cars that almost hit them.

Sherry grit her teeth as, slowly, they caught up to the small group of vehicles. Coleman slid his foot more over the gas pedal which sped the 'car,' as Coleman liked to consider any vehicle he was driving to be, forward.

Smoked shot into the air, and an SUV and the Blue car shot over the highway into an isolated store.

Passing by the wreckage, all motion seemed to be pausing, as Sherry looked over at her car flipping around to a stop. Fire seemed to light in her eyes, and she suddenly wished she would stop leaving all of the weapons in the back of the vehicle.

Slamming her hand into her window, she began a slight growl, not even noticing she cracked the window and was now bleeding slightly from glass raising inward and slicing into her hand.

Coleman reacted to this by placing the vehicle into second gear, which caused a thumping noise to be heard, in the effect from Sherry's broken window. Slowly they caught up to the rest of the two remaining SUVs, but one turned left after a break in the barricade in the middle of the highway appeared. So now only one was left, and they darted toward the damaged bumper, hoping to do even more damage to the back end.

Sherry's growls grew louder, which in turn, freaked him out even more and led push even harder on the gas pedal.

Ashley continuously jumped over the back seat and sat down, and jump back over to stare out the back window. More of, she was more bored than anything, and she was hoping to see Chris again. But, she was left with the sight of two SUVs following, one being close by, and the other lagging behind.

The SUV turned left, which was soon followed by the last SUV speeding up toward the back end of the vehicle.

"Umm." The girl stated to herself for no reason.

Catching a glimpse of white, Ashley's eyes bulged out of her head noticing Sherry.

"Oh, Oh, Oh-" She looked over to the drivers seat, "Who is that?"

"Who's who?" The man behind her asked.

The blond immediately began thinking as fast as her brain would possibly allow. "Uhh . . . Who is Caffee?"

No reaction was received from the man, but instead he mumbled "Caffee?" Under his breathe.

The growls grew louder, causing Coleman to wish there was a third gear to this 'car'. The vehicle ahead of them filled almost the entire view of what could be seen by the two, still with this though, the blond pounding her face into the back window could not be seen.
Ashley pounded her head into the glass, for one, causing the driver to become seriously confused, two, giving the girl a really bad headache.

"No-!" She said, as she stopped began her head, and went to smashing her hands into the window instead, "No, no, no, no, no!"

Growls suddenly stopping, Coleman couldn't help but look over at Sherry.

"What's wrong?"

She continued staring forward, as well as began mumbling something under her breathe.

"Ashley . . . "

He looked back at the SUV to see a blonde smashing their hands on the back window of the vehicle. His eyes widened as his voiced echoed through his head.

"The Presidents Daughter . . . "

Slamming his foot on the gas, he also turned the wheel as hard right as the thing would let him. The SUVs tires screeched onto the ground and suddenly the vehicle flipped over onto its side and continued on a roll over the highway, causing metal and glass to fly off in almost every direction.

Finally stopping the vehicle rolled once more onto its top, letting the smoke hurl out of its engine before a blue 01' Mercedes crashed into the back end of the right side of the SUV which was facing toward the oncoming traffic, the Mercedes flipped over after crashing and landed on its side, the driver being dead inside the vehicle.

Clinking, Clinking, the sound echoed around the room, turning the attention of Leon, Jill, and Claire. A blue cylinder rolled into view, coming from the direction of the elevator. Shock froze them to the spot, before a final Clinking sound was heard and the blue cylinder exploded into a blinding light flashing around the room causing the people in the room to drop to their knee's covering their ears from the loud screeching noise stuck in their head, killing their eardrums.

Neither member of the room could see anything except white. The noise still ringing through their head with a gentle tap echoing distantly through it. Leon felt something grab onto the back of his shirt's collar. He tried to swing at whomever it was, but in the blindness, he hit nothing. He could see the room lightly come into view, only portions of the gray could be seen, as he was pulled up to his feet and recieved a haymaker to his left cheek, causing him to spin through the air and crash onto the ground.

Jill shook her head trying to get the ringing out of her ears, she heard a crashing noise but couldn't gain her balance enough to try and do anything. Light tears formed around her eyes which she quickly wiped away as she could see the room begin to form in front of her, piecing itself together slowly. She walked backward slowly as she reached her arm up behind her and felt the metal guns hanging onto the wall.

She clenched onto the top of one of the guns and slowly tried to pull herself up, she felt one of her fingernails slam into the casing and bend backwards, causing her to hiss in pain as she put more pressure on her arm and she stumbled onto her feet. She switched to a gun higher up on the rack, and continued on pulling herself up.

While she was in the process of pulling herself up, she saw a figure entirely covered in black slowly appear into her blurry view. The thing walked up to her slowly, as Jill tried to gain control over her vision enough to react, Threw her left arm onto another one of the guns, and pulled harder feeling her fingers cry out in pain as she lifted her feet off the ground, and gave a solid thrust of both her feet into the persons chest.

They flew backwards across the room, their neck hitting the solid fiber glass bottom of the gun rack, snapping his neck in half, cutting off the body from its source of air, causing him to flap around in pain, trying to reach something that couldn't be reached.

Jill lowered her feet back onto the ground, almost falling to the floor once the weight of her body left her hands and shot straight to her legs. She pushed her hands against the back of the glass gun rack, and threw her hands forward, moving them up a few inches, placing them on the bottom part of the next shelf which was higher up, and next to her neck.

She fell back against the shelf and let her breathe jot out from the impact. She slid her feet back slowly, as she placed more weight on her legs and less on her arms as she pulled herself up to full height. The ringing in her ears dimmed slightly, and her vision fought off the white light and blurriness that still attacked her sight. She stayed in this position, slowly regaining herself.

Claire kept her hands over ears, and placed the back of her elbows onto the floor, and began her slow crawl to a different part of the room. She shifted her legs forward, one at a time. She slowly made her way forward on her journey to nowhere, since she only wanted to know she can move away, and that satisfied her enough.

Leon breathed out heavily, as he felt himself being dragged across the floor, he felt weightless now, being as he was picked up by his leg and was being swung around. His vision roared as blurry images shadowed by white flew around his eyes, he didn't know what was going on, he felt the hold on his leg be released as he landed with his back against the wall, smashing the back of his head onto it, as his vision darkened on his fall to the ground, and soon passed out.

Claire felt a rough hand grab onto the back of her neck, her eyes popped as she felt herself being picked up to her feet, the hold still on the back of her neck, holding her feet slightly above the ground. She felt pressure, as her neck cried out in pain, she flailed her arms around, and kick her feet in every direction she could possibly imagine.

She fell to the floor, being tossed aside, crashing onto her right arm, which absorbed most of the shock of the crash. Her head seemed to be spinning around, as she couldn't get a hold of the situation that was going on. Feeling the rough hand grab onto her throat tightly enough to be thought to try and squeeze the air out of her lungs enough so that they would explode, she kicked her feet into the air, failing to hit anything solid, except her other leg.

She was pulled up above the ground, he feet dangling in the air, her body being cut off from oxygen, could not release the carbon dioxide, her body freaked out, flailing its legs everywhere, in a desperate attempt to find air, she felt herself growing weak, the brain losing its messages to give to the body, she felt, hopeless.

"Hey" Jill said coldly, pulling back on the top of the Walther P-88 handgun, letting the safety click off as she held the gun next to the Man's head. "Feel like dropping her?" Jill stated as Claire was held into the air trying to grasp for air.

"Hmph" Was the only reaction the man gave before Jill pulled the trigger of the gun, sending the .40 millimeter flat head round into the temple of his forehead.

The Man did not even move to the slightest, but his hand clenched open and let Claire drop to the ground, whom immediately took heavy breathes of the air, and held her hand around her aching neck. His neck began turning, letting his head look in Jill's direction as the bullet slowly began to reveal itself leaving his head from once it came.

The flathead fell, clinking on the ground as it landed, the wound closing up quickly as it left.

"Crap?" Jill stated confused, not seeing something of the sort ever happen.

The thing's eyes covered by the mask could clearly be seen, as its Crimson eyes glowed at Jill. She stared into his eyes before sending her right leg toward his kidney. Stopped short, she gasped as his arm was holding her leg, she pulled back, but did not get her leg away from him. He grabbed onto her foot, and threw her toward the wall. She was shocked at the sudden movement and in shock, allowed herself to be thrown.

She braced herself by holding her arms in front of her face. Her arms slammed into the wall, pushing strain through her neck as she fell to the ground, dazed for a second on the ground.

Claire regained herself and spun around, using both her legs to trip the man, whom fell to the floor apparently surprised Claire was able to regain herself so quickly. Claire jumped to her feet and placed her right arm outward in a fist, and left arm behind it, hand also in a fist. She slid her left hand into her pocket on the left side of her Jeans, pulling out a brown leather glove, and placed it over her left hand, tugging on it tightly on her wrist.

She got her arms back into position after slightly tapping her left most knuckle on her right hand against her nose. The thing stood up, quickly charging at her, Claire sent her right leg square into his chest, causing him to fly backwards and land on his back on the floor. Before rolling around and getting back into a stand.

Behind him, Jill used her right leg to kick off the wall and roll around onto her feet, she stood up slowly, eyeing the back of his head before running at his and jumping into the air with her left leg going toward his back. He turned around grabbing her leg and turning back around before throwing Jill at Claire.

The two connected and fell to the floor, getting up, they looked up and gave a silent nod to each other before standing up into their fighting stances, Jill's fighting stance, was having her left leg standing three inches behind her right leg, and have her hands opened palmed with her right up at about neck level and four inches in front of her, her left arm being reached back bending slightly so that her left hand was close to her waist.

The thing stood there, looking at them, before taking off its mask revealing Chris' face.

"Chris?" Jill asked in shock, slowly getting out of her fighting stance.

The thing looked at her slowly, cocking his head slowly to his left.

"My name-" Said the thing, glaring at them with Crimson eyes, "-is Cyris" slowly the thing's face mutated into clear liquid blobs before long silver hair formed from the blobs as they worked their way down the body. The same crimson eyes still laid there, the silver hair covering his right eye, his face a reddish brown, switching in many places with light brown colored skin.

Its nose seemed to be the only normal thing looking on his face, the neck was long and medium thickness. The arms were skinny. The hands were set with brown nails with a charcoal-like texture. A black trench-coat covered his arms and body, and followed all the way till about three inches before the ankles of his feet, which were bare, the coat was closed with no open spots.

Jill and Claire exchanged looks before running at the thing with Jill on the right side and Claire on the left. They jumped with Jill's left leg in the air and Claire's right in the air. Upon impact both girls fell to the ground, Claire falling ontop of Jill, her back being a few inches from the floor., Cyris still standing, unmoved. Using his right leg, he kicked Claire in her spine, causing her to be sent into the air and spin multiple times before landing on her chest. Following by his kick of Jill in her thigh, causing her to flip around and land flat in a sitting position, only managing to daze her for a second, she grabbed the closest Sub Machine gun next to her, since she landed next to the gun rack on the left side.

The gun that she picked was the Agram 2000 (Croatia) quickly firing at Cyris' chest, bullets running out in less than five seconds, after shooting the entire clip of thirty-two bullets. Tossing the gun behind her, Jill stood up, grabbing another gun off the rack, which was a Para Ordnance P14-45 (Canada) Handgun.

Claire coincidingly stood up and did the same, she grabbing an Arcus 94 DA (Bulgaria), walking sideways they bumped into each other, holding their guns up, each in their right hand, Jill holding it straight up with her right arm, without any support. Claire clenched her left hand into a fist, with her thumb tucked in between her fingers, holding her left arm up in front of her in a straight line, she placed her right arm's wrist on her left arms wrist. Holding the gun up in the middle of her sight.

Each took the safety of the gun they were holding before Jill fired a single shot of her gun into the chest of Cyris. Showing no reaction, both girls coincidingly shot thirteen bullets into his chest. Sending gunpowder and smoke into the air, finishing, they ejected the clips from their places and kicked them at his face, followed by throwing their guns at his chest, then waiting for the smoke to clear.

Cyris still stood there, his fists clenched, no signs of damage could be seen, the guns and clips no where to be seen. Cyris extended his hands and opened his palms, revealing thirteen bullets in his right hand, and fourteen bullets in left. He glared at them with fire eyes, as he closed his hand into a fist again, his palms seeming to glow.

Both girls looked at each other, before jumping in opposite directions as Cyris punched the air releasing the bullets as he opened his palms, scattering the bullets off in every direction. One striking Jill in the bottom of her right leg, Claire getting hit in the top most of her left arm. Both girls crashing into the gun racks as blood soon flowed out of their bodies as the grunted on the ground and tried to stop the blood with their hands.

Cyris glared at them for a moment before slowly turning around walking toward the elevator, Leon regaining consciousness on the wall next to it. Cyris walked up to the elevator and looked down at the hole that darkness made seem that there was no end to it. He took a slow glance at Leon, before jumping down the elevator shaft.

A light could be seen in the hallway at the end of the room, before Chris came running in, gasping in shock as he saw the two girls sitting up holding their hands over their gunshot wounds.

"Who did this?" He asked looking at the two girls.

"You just missed him" Claire said ripping off the bottom of her jeans' leg, about an inch and a half of it. She ripped the piece in half after some struggle, and threw the half to Jill, whom folded it up, and it put on the wound on her leg, Claire did the same with her arm.

"Leon" Chris stated, hitting Leon in the face.

"Fuwah?" Asked the man, not having any idea what had gone on, causing Chris to sigh as he helped Leon to his feet.

Sitting in the front passenger seat, Ashley sighed. After watching Sherry crash, she did some major screamage. Then, after getting yelled at by the driver, she was ordered to come and sit in the passenger seat, buckle herself in, and not move.

Passing by several cops, Ashley could not help but ask a question, as they were still going quite fast.

"Why aren't we getting pulled over?"

The driver rolled his eyes before responding.

"Because the state cannot pull us over,"

The blond looked over at him with questionable eyes.

"Why not?"

He looked over at her before returning his eyes to the road.

"Because we can't be, the company owns the police"

She blinked in confuse-meant.

"What company?"

The driver stared at her, after a few seconds, he responded.

"Shut up!"

Her eyes bulged out, before she looked ahead of her, and slamming her back against the seat, doing a childish "Hmph"

For a minute, no conversation was passed between the two.

"I want to take a shower!" Ashley yelled out randomly, beginning to look over herself. "And a change of clothes, and- and, new shoes, and, lots of clothes, and-"

"Shut up!" The driver yelled, not even bothering glancing over at the blond, "You will get that stuff when I finish taking you to where you have to go!"

"-And I want Caffee!" Stated the blond, not even noticing, the driver had said anything.

"Who is Caffee!" The Driver stated whilst giving the blonde a weird look.

"It's not a person! It is a thing!"

"Okay then, what is it?" The driver asked in confuse-meant.

"Its-Its-It is sweet! -" The blond stated as she used her right hands' index finger to hit her left hands' index finger, to symbolize 'One'. "-And-and- good, and sugary, and-and, it makes me go-" She threw her hands in the air at the ceiling, "Wee!"

The driver stared at her in disbelief, slumping his back against the chair, he looked back at the road, his eyes bulging out of his head.

"Oh God help me"

Well, Well, Well, what did ya think? Okay, it was not 8000 words, but it was close! Six thousand was the only thing my body would allow me to write, although, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and my new writing style that POPPED out of nowhere. But-But, yes Ashley may have seemed a bit smart, previously, all of a sudden . . . But it's a random smart! Either way, there is her usual self for you . . . Which you can blame on Luna's story for Leon . . . Either way, I still hope all of you enjoyed this chapter and were NOT confused at all or anything, if you are confused . . . Message me on something, or email me. My MSN name is (Really old) and my Aim name is- DanteSparda159 and my Yahoo name is- Cyram11590 Hmmm, well I hope you all had a good time, and SEE? It was up in less then a month! HAH! Although I could have done better. Next chapter SHOULD be up soon, but I won't make any promises this time. Well, I hope you all had fun! Now I have to read all of what I just wrote!

Okay, seemed all good. Okay, but since I now have names for the guns, I will enlist at the end of each chapter, information, and pictures of the guns used... Okay? So if you see a gun used in a future chapter, scroll down here for information, its for picturism. Also, FF wont allow me to post links, so... Sorry.

It is in Alphabetical order of course:

Agram 2000 (Croatia)-

Weight loaded / empty:1/8

magazine capacity : 32

Arcus 94 DA (Bulgaria)-

Chamber: 9x19mm Luger / Parabellum

Weight unloaded: 970 g

Length: 203 mm

Barrel length: 118.5 mm

Capacity: 13 rounds

Para Ordnance P14-45 (Canada)-

Weight: ca. 1100 g

Length: 216 mm

Barrel length: 127 mm

Capacity: 14 rounds

Walther P-88 handgun-

Weight unloaded: 900 g

Length: 187 mm

Barrel length: 102 mm

Capacity: 15 rounds