Chapter 3: One room for the night.

The warehouse, I thought Wario hated that place. He said it was too old and dusty for him. That's why he moved into the abandoned clubhouse in central part of the city, at least I think that's why he moved. Anyway, from looking on the gas meter, the car's almost empty. We'll never be able to get there tonight without running out, plus I'm too tired to give a shit about anything right now so we out to sleep in a hotel for the night.

The Rebel patted on Wario's shoulder as he said, "Pull over". Wario then turned to a parking area and stopped on a dime.

"What," Wario said impatiently,

"We should stay at a hotel tonight," the Rebel said,

"Why?"

"We're almost out of gas; we'll never make it there before we completely run out. Besides it's a long drive to the next gas station if we go now, I say we stay here."

"Ok, but I still don't see why we can't just refill and get out of-"

"BECAUSE I'M TIRED AND I WANT TO SLEEP IN A REAL BED DAMMIT!"

After a full 24 seconds, Wario merely shrugged and drove to nearest hotel. They soon came across "Don Pianta's Casino and Hotel", a huge giant building that took up most of the left side of the street. It looked really nice with its heavy use of neon, and unique structure. The best part however was that it was next to a gas station that was only a block away. Wario parked the car in the parking area, got out and entered the hotel area.

The Rebel just sat there, slowly falling asleep while watching a lot of chaos ensue.

This world disgusts me to no end. Yet it's not the world that's changed, it's me that's changed. I never realized what a remorseless disturbing life I was living. At first I loved it, now I know however of a better alternative, for me anyway. I'd rather be at New York the other world. At there, more peace and order is around, I can walk around with more security than here, I can talk to people without thinking I'm going to mugged, and I let people in my home without checking to make sure they're not going to kill me.

Wario then tapped on the glass as he opened the back doors and got out the extra clothes. After a couple of stairs, they were finally at their room as they ditched they're prison uniforms and sat on the beds. Wario turned on the TV as he fixed his pillow a bit and relaxed. He turned a couple channels until he stopped at a channel which showed low budget action movies.

"So," The Rebel said, "Who all's going to be there?"

"Just Mona and the kid," Wario said, ""I think his name's Johnny or whatever."

"You don't even know your own kid's name?"

"I was busy with a couple of things you know like being in an asylum for about a year or two!"

"You could have at least checked up on him during phone calls."

"Hey, I thought you were tired, I'm going to be very pissed if I find out we wasted half of my money!"

"I am tired!"

"Well go to bed!"

"I will!"

"You're still talking!"

"So are you!"

"Fine, I'll stop!"

"Good!"

"Goodnight Wario!"

"See you in the morning asshole!"

Wario then turned the TV off and rested on the bed. The Rebel did the same while looking up at the ceiling. After a couple of minutes, he finally dozed off and slept pretty well. When the morning came, the Rebel was the first to wake up. Sleeping in that bed really did wonders for him, his back was better since it no longer rested on solid ground and he felt better too. The Rebel then neatly cleaned his bed up as he turned on the TV and changed it to the news.
The Newscaster said, "Be on the lookout for two escaped nutcases who just last night, had entered the central part of the city. They had just escaped from Vista Hills Asylum and are known to be very conniving. They are very dangerous and are more insane than a retarded mammal. Here is what they look like."

Then, pictures of Wario and the Rebel came up as the Newscaster explained in more detail. The Rebel cursed under his breath while watching. After the news ended he turned the TV off and woke up Wario.

"Get up," He said, "we got to get out of here."

Wario yawned, "Why, did you screw something up?"

"No, the news warned the public about us."

"What?"

"Just saw it a couple minutes ago; the whole damn city knows we're criminals now."

"Well don't whine yet, just 'cause they know we're out doesn't mean-"

"They showed our pictures on the news as well."

"Damn! Well what do we do?"

"Barely anyone watches the news anymore; the only way the news is spread is by gossip. That means we have some time to get out of here before the authorities get us."

So, after sneakily getting outside (Wario threw a chair at the window and they got out since their room was a foot high and their car was basically two blocks from the window), they got in the car and drove to the gas station. There was no messing around as they had a limit, and the scary thing was they didn't know when it would end. After paying for the gas with fake money that Wario got, they were soon out of the city and into the east part of the city. The Rebel merely rested a bit and was put into thought.