This chapter is based on the original one I wrote, with all the wiring in their arms. Enjoy!

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Cole ran.

His feet slipped in the fine spray of blood coating the floor, the strong, metallic scent making him want to double over and vomit, his sneakers squeaking as he sprinted back the way he came.

Back through the house of horrors.

Cole gripped at the corners of the walls, pushing himself off of them to make himself run faster, as he ran past the operation room, ran past their holding cells and ran. There was a padlocked door at the end of the hallway, and Cole's eyes shone with hope.

"Freedom." He whispered, and sprinted faster to the ray of light at the end of the hallway, before he felt a pair of thick, meaty hands close around his calf. Cole whipped his head around to find the hooded man who had escorted them to their operation room. A wave of frustration came over Cole as his eyes flickered to the end of the corridor. No Mommy.

"Please, young man. Please help Sir. Sir is hurt." Sir sobbed, clutching at Cole's leg. Cole couldn't help but feel repulsed, trying to wiggle his foot out of the man's bloody grip.

"I-I can't! I'm about to be murdered!" Cole hissed in a low voice, yanking his foot from Sir's grasp, and making the man wail even louder. 

"I'm sorry." Sir said in a low voice, that made Cole's blood run cold, but there was no time. The two robot children were standing at the end of the hallway. The distance between them was roughly 60 metres, Cole thought, as he evaluated the situation. The children weren't moving. They were waiting for orders.

From Mommy.

Cole could hear her high heels tapping on the floor, and in the heat of the moment, Cole dove into an open holding cell and shut the door gently behind him. He couldn't lock it, since there was a padlock on the outside, so Cole sat with his back pressed against the splintering door as Mommy's heels clacked over to Sir.

"What in the world are you doing, you oversized buffoon! I just dislocated your kneecap, it's not like I killed you!" Mommy shrieked in a shrill voice, as Cole sucked a breath in through his teeth. Sir was really hurt.

"It hurts." Sir said in a gruff voice, but Cole could hear the pain behind it.

"Who cares if it hurts! Where is that stupid boy?" Mommy snapped, the tapping of her high heels mixed in with a strange squelching sound. Oh good god, Mommy was still in Bella's skin.

"Boy went back down the hallway." The man murmured. His comment was followed by a snap, like a bone breaking, and an unmistakable wail that came from Sir himself. Cole clutched his hands over his ears to block out the sounds of Mommy snapping the bones of poor Sir, his eyes squeezed shut. After a while, the anguished cries stopped, and Cole removed his hands from his ears, tears in his eyes.

Mommy spat at Sir's lifeless body, "Maybe next time that will teach you not to lie to me." 

The clacking of Mommy's heels faded back down the hallway, but Cole sat in the holding cell for a long time, tears streaking his cheeks before he stood up and shakily opened the door.

Sir was mangled.

There were broken bones poking out of his knees, arms and torso, prodding the skin above them and threatening to stab through. There was a large puddle of blood, but the worst sight was that Sir was still curled into a fetus position, his eyes wide and glassy. The man Cole had the chance to save, was no longer here.

"I am so sorry, Sir." Cole whispered, squeezing Sir's lifeless hand before heading back down the hallway to the padlocked door. Cole peeked outside, and found that they were next to a road. Bright, fluorescent cars zoomed by, ice cream vendors yelled their prices and shops had advertisements of their latest stock in their windows.

It was wonderful.

Cole began banging on the door frantically, yelling to the street vendor outside.

"Hey, hey sir!" Cole screamed at the top of his voice, and the street vendor turned around. It was a chunky Latino man, with thick eyebrows and dark hair, adorning a flattering, sweaty singlet and blue boardies.

"Help me get out! Please!" Cole sobbed, pounding the side of his fist against the door, as the man came closer to the door and nodded. The vendor crouched out of sight, and by the jangling in the door, Cole knew he was trying to get him out.

"YOU!" Mommy's voice shrieked from the end of the hallway. Cole wanted to hit his head against the door, but he knew he had to stall for the vendor outside.

"Yes, it is me." Cole said, forcing his knees to shake and his voice to waver, which earned a smirk from Mommy.

"Will you be a good boy and come back to me?"

"Mommy, it's just so nice outside. I think it would be nice to see the sky again." Cole coughed, hoping that the Latino would open the door in time. A resonating click echoed down the corridor, before the door behind Cole swung open.

Cole was temporarily blinded by the light outside. Oh, light! He could smell the hot dogs the vendor was frying, the smell of fresh bread making his stomach growl.

Cole ran.

He ran past the man, forgetting to thank him, and he ran out into the delightful heat of the sun. It tickled Cole's skin, and made him think of the multiple festivals he went to with his family. Oh, family!

Cole began crying from happiness, before he felt a hand grasp around his. It was the vendor.

"Oh, thank you so much!" Cole cried, hugging the vendor before he felt an all too familiar prick where the vendor's hand was.

"No, NO!" Cole said, his eyes pleading with the vendor's, who remained steely. "I can't go back! I can't, I can't...I ca-" Cole slumped against the floor, drawn back into his trance. The trance that would bring him back to hell.

A man hopped out of one of the cars on the road, anger flaring on his face.

"Excuse me, sir, what did you do to that young man?" The man roared, fire flickering behind his eyes. The street vendor panicked, and handed Cole to Mommy, who clacked her way back into the hallway and locked the door behind him.

"Was that woman wearing a girl's skin!?" A teenager by the hot dog stand gaped.

"That was the boy from the news! Get the vendor!" An elderly woman screeched, pointing to the Latino, who was packing up his stand, but not before an angry crowd grabbed him and pulled him to a car, belting him in with all the seat belts before the first man called the police, telling them the address of which Cole and Mommy were at, and that they had an accomplice.

It seemed like finally, finally, Cole would see the sun again.

Or not.