I quickly placed the picture of Will into my pocket though my hands and demeanor were shaky. What lay on the other side of the door was probably an answer, an answer to all that had happened thus far, and a way to find Paige.

Putting everything back into place I began to walk towards the door. More knocking, but this time with more urgency almost as if pecking at the insides of the door begging it to unlock. I stopped short of the door, something was not right here. I peeked through the peep hole and sure enough there is no lady there. Instead there was a man with bulging muscles, a mean look, and narrowed eyes, themselves trying to peer into the peep hole.

"****" What in the world was going on.  I had gotten myself in deep ****.  

"I know you're there, pointless to try and hide and of course no other routes out unless you like a 100 feet fall. I'ma give you ten seconds to open this door before I go busting my **** in there...You know what **** it, ready or not here I come"

The door banged shook but did not give way. I had about a few seconds to the hell out or find some weapon, cause there was no way that man was here for a tea party.

Bam, another slam against the door and another deafening groan. I began struggling to pull up the couch, which was commonly used for disgruntled patients, to the door for that was the only thing I could come up with, cheap corny movie tricks; no chance they would stop him. After several seconds of struggling with the couch and bringing it as close to the door as I could, the door was about to break down.

**** what the hell could I do? Of course I could fight but that would probably end extremely bad with the opponent I was facing. What if I used a weapon? 

I scanned the room for anything I could use, from the computer screen to the chairs. Chairs were a good choice but there had to be something more powerful. 

Nothing. Ah well chair it is.

Looking around I spotted the perfect chair for this sort of situation. It was a chair, commonly used in schools (we use it for children clients), made of steel but just about anyone could pick it up. Now that doesn't detract from the fact that it would pack a punch, especially with the momentum of a human hand smashing it down on someone’s back. Quickly running towards the window where the chair had had been sitting, I snatch up the chair and run right to the door. Positioning myself on the opposite side of the couch, and the left side of the door I awaited for the door to break down and reveal some fresh bones to crack.

Bam. The door was smashed opened, and the couch edged aside. I tensed holding the chair straight above my head. It was this or succumb to the will of whatever this man wanted, and that I wouldn't do. 

Bam. The door flew open all the way the couch slid down even more revealing a free path for the man just a few inches away. He calmly put a foot in-to the doorway and I became tense, ready to throw the chair down on him and run. The man now began running straight into the room, while I simultaneously smash the chair down with all my might getting him straight on the back.

He falls to the floor groaning as I throw the chair down onto his face. Guess the muscles didn't really come into much use.

"Ah **** bitch, I'ma **** kick your ****"

I kicked him in the balls and began running. Of course this plan was full of holes: someone else might be waiting just outside, but it was the only plan of action that I could take...

In a few moments I was running down a flight of stairs without a look behind. Yet as I get down the first flight of stairs something weird occurs as if my brain is hit by an electric shock of some sort. I lose my balance and fall down a few steps. Upstairs I hear a door furiously opening and smashingly closing. I begin running down the steps ignoring the words that are now dancing within my head

Help me.

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Methra and Paige were stranded way out in a desert like atmosphere basically within the grasps of a man that could show up any minute, and anywhere. Of course Methra would probably be able to fend him off but if taken by surprise or if he used Paige as a "hostage" Methra would be screwed.

"Its ok sweetie, it's ok" Methra said while rubbing the back of a still shaken Paige. 

Methra herself was slightly confused. They had been walking for a while now (their car was nowhere in sight), and their attacker was nowhere to be seen. He had been so careful up until now why would he let them leave. Why would he allow for the two of them to walk away from their captivity for even a second?

Methra received her answer after trudging across the rough and scathing sand. In front of both Paige and Methra stood the crucified figure of Methra's assailant, his blood drying into the sun washed sand, his whole body seemed to have parts missing be it a pinky or eyeballs. Sitting a few meters away lay Methra's unscathed car. Paige started crying once again into the shoulders of a shocked Methra. This time there was no sign, there was no sin being punished.

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It was taking a long time for me to get down the stairs. Taking the elevator had always seemed more attractive, I now that I was taking the stairs I now realized how hard getting down all those flights of stairs could be, especially with a man following right behind. Finally I was down the stairs and running, running for my life, and my freedom. By the time I got to the front door I was exhausted but still running. I was running so fast that I was barely able to register the fist that was flying at my face or the feminine body to which the fist was attached.

Opening my eyes I was able to look up and see the face of a lady staring back at me.

"I'm Esperanza Flores; Nona was my Sees-stur"

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Jimmy had always been looking for better and newer people to control. He had always wanted the best, and the best was Adara. If he ever got his hands on her he would be rich within the powers that Adara would be able to give him. That is why he used his gift completely immersing himself into his agents completely. That is why he didn't realize what was happening, when someone was invading his body, and taking control of him. He didn't realize when his own hands were stretched across the span of his neck and had begun squeezing. He didn't realize his situation even in his last breath.

Prisoner number G254116 now lay dead within his cell suffering from self-suffocation, leaving the once bustling cell eerily empty and quiet.