"Ally!" Nadwe screamed. His high pitched voice echoing off the buildings. He instantly ran back to where he had been sitting and grabbed the shotgun that he had been using for the last few days. He aimed down the sights and then the gun was knocked out of his hands. It slid across the pavement and hit one of the buildings. He felt someone grab his shoulder and hold him back from grabbing the gun. He tried to shrug them off but they were stronger than him.

    "Quit it kid were trying to help you." He said in a voice that was muffled. He turned to see someone with a black gas mask in a black suit holding him. He screamed in surprise and fell backwards.

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     "Would you stop? I'm trying to help you!" He shouted his one response was the sound of fists against bulletproof glass.

        "You're helping society." He whispered under his breath. He then spoke up. "You are the strangest case we've ever seen. You are special. If you get hurt or worse die humanity as we know it could go down with you." A screech met his words.

        "If not for me, or the rest of humanity then for your friends." This time words met him.

         "I don't believe you." They responded, running a misshapen hand through their hair.

            "You don't have any right to believe me I get that, but you're still human." He pointed out. He then removed one of his black gloves from his hands.   "You still have morals. I know you want to do what's good." he said calmly with an even tone. Play with his emotions to see if he will come to reason.  "If you're friends see you again wouldn't you want to be able to say you cured the world. You could cure your family too if they're infected."

Rage flared up in the yellow eyes of the person he was staring at. Wrong thing to say. As he roared in rage.

            "I don't have a family! They died years ago, LET ME SEE MY FRIENDS." They said raising their voice and pounding on the bullet proof glass like it was going to accomplish something. A radio went off and put it up to his ear.

            "Speak." He said.

          "You know the subject?" A voice said on the other line.

           "Yes, what about him." He said, glancing over his shoulder. The quote on quote 'Subject' sat on the floor dragging his claws on the glass and then stopping and moving his hand back to one side of the glass and dragging it along stopping to repeat once more.

                "We found the friends, maybe he will negotiate now." The crackly mic on the radio responded.

                "Excellent! Bring them here! In one piece please." He commanded. Then he turned off the radio and glanced at the subject. "You might not be talking now but you will be soon."

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              "You know Socks?" Meme asked, staring at the two agents. One was helping Ally to her feet after saving her from a charger. The other was talking into a walky talkie under his breath so Meme couldn't hear him. He looked up and nodded. Then went back to talking quietly.

               "This is insane! He's still alive.. That's impossible!" Blaza said as he paced around behind Meme. Laff stood next to Meme while Joocie was trying to comfort Blaza.

                "This could be a lie." Laff whispered to Meme. Meme looked at the ground and shook his head.

                  "It could be but these are the first ever people we've seen since Mercy hospital. How would they know Socks?" Meme pointed out. "Plus even if they are lying these are government agents. This is what we've been aiming for. What Socks sacrificed himself for."

                  "Trust no one." Laff said and took a step backwards.

                 "Do you want to go through life not trusting people." Meme asked, turning half of his body to look at Laff. Laff twisted his curly brown hair around his finger anxiously.

              "Meme this is a whole different dance, this isn't some kid who says he's your best friend that spills your deepest secret. This is life or death. If we trust these people we could die. They could kill us. We could be pawns in a greater scheme of things."

               "And I think you're overly anxious." Meme responded. Laff crossed his arms and looked at Meme.

                    "Don't blame me when one of us ends up dead." 

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IMBACKK trying to be more detailed a little bit more precise with my story telling abilities. Trying to make them a little more serious and have full on moods to them.

Im still proud of this chapter (a first) 

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