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At the end of this part of the story I have placed a song which I believe is relevant to my story and to the pretender show. If you don't want to read it, you're missing out on something.

Disclaimer: See part one.

Quote: God has given you one face and you make yourself another.

Start of Part Eight

6:00pm

Thursday Afternoon

Jarod nervously walked down the corridors of the centre. He had only one chance to get all the information he needed and to get out. He also had one other thing he needed to do before he went back into hiding. He walked to the end of the hallway and stopped outside a closed door. He quickly entered the code to open the door; Melissa had given it to him earlier in the day.

"Angelo? Are you here?" Jarod asked into the darkness.

"Friend, sad." Angelo appeared in the beam of light.

"Come Angelo, its time to go." Jarod said waiting for him to follow.

"Friend, sad." Angelo repeated, following Jarod out the door.

"Angelo, I need your help." Jarod said, "I need you to show me were the DSA's and files are of when I first came here." Jarod passed over an old DSA of the first day Jarod had been at the centre.

Angelo took it and looked at it, looked at Jarod, then headed back into his room. Jarod turned on the light and saw that Angelo was taking off the air vent grill. Jarod went to his side and help pry it off.

Angelo led him through the maze like air vents, until Angelo stopped. Jarod nearly ran up the back of him. Angelo sat down in the air vent and passed over an envelope that had been taped to the inside of the vent.

"Is this it, Angelo?" Jarod asked looking at the envelope he held in his hand, Angelo nodded his head. Jarod was a little disappointed that that was all there was left on his family. Then he remembered that he already knew a lot about his family. He now had a family of his own to look after. Once this was all over he wouldn't have to look over his shoulder and he can contact his mother, father (his clone) and his sister.

"Can you lead us back to your room Angelo?" Jarod asked of his friend.

Jarod and Angelo made it to the holding area of the centre projects without incident; his plan had worked perfectly. It took a few minutes to convince the ten children and two adults to follow him. He then led them and Angelo out of the centre once and for all. When he reached his car, he pulled out his laptop and unlinked the cameras inside the centre; it would be hours before anyone would find out that Jarod had entered the centre. He stole two cars from the car park and spilt the children and adults between the three cars.

"Follow my car and I will take you to safety." Jarod said to the two other adults. He got into his car and drove away from the centre, the two other cars followed as instructed. He led them to an apartment building; they were met by three of Melissa's people.

"This is Jane, Jason and Mark, they will help with the children." Jarod said to the group standing outside the apartment building. He turned to the two adults. "I have money and supplies for you up in the apartment, Jason will show you, after that you can leave or stay." Jarod turned to leave.

"Wait!"

Jarod turned back, one of the adults had stopped him. He waited for him to speak.

"Why did you take us away for the centre?" He asked.

"The centre has done unspeakable evil and now they are going to pay." Jarod stated. "If you have any more question about that ask Jason."

"Who are you?" he asked ignoring what Jarod had said.

"Me?" Jarod had been asked that question, mostly by himself, many times before. "I'm Jarod."

Jarod turned and jumped in his car, he had only one more thing to do.

* * *

All fifty centre employees layed flat on the ground outside were they thought Jarod was hiding. Gunshots echoed through the air then stopped as suddenly as it had started. An eerie silence followed. James was soon barking out orders.

Lyle came up to Parker and Sydney.

"What is he up to?" Lyle asked, he had arrived late at the scene.

"He's holding up in there." Parker told him.

"How do you know he's in there?" Lyle asked.

"He was shooting at us." Parker hissed at him.

"But no one has seen him." Lyle said Parker nodded. "Then who is at the centre?"

Lyle jumped back into his car and drove away.

Do you think this is a set up?" Parker asked Sydney.

"Yes." he answered. "Jarod wouldn't do this, not when he has so much on the line."

Parker looked hard at him then smiled. They turned and watched as James and his group of sweepers reached the warehouse doors and smashed then in. They listened as James yelled in frustration when he only found a recording of gunshots.

"Get back to the centre. Now!" James yelled as the sweepers ran out the warehouse doors and jumped into their cars.

Parker smiled and Sydney laughed as they watched him drive away. He had politely left one car behind for them.

"Sydney! Miss Parker!"

They both spun around when they heard their names being called. Broots stood at the doors of the warehouse across the road.

"Broots what are you doing here?" Sydney asked of the younger man.

"Jarod wants to talk to you. "Broots told them. Sydney and Parker rushed over to the warehouse and sure enough there stood Jarod. There were also two other men and a young girl in the large room.

"Good every one is here." Jarod said. He then introduced every one. "This is Sydney, Miss Parker and Broots." He pointed to the man on his left, "this is Alecus and this is Max." He was pointing to the man on his right.

He knelt and hugged the young girl who wrapped her arms around his neck; she looked to be around the age of Seven. "This gem is Kahlia and she is my daughter."

Pasker gasped as she looked at the girl.

"Youryour daughter?" Parker stuttered shocked. "What? How? When?"

"A long story, short. Three months after I escaped from the centre I met a woman named Melissa, she and I fell in love. The bad news was I couldn't lead her into danger so I left. A year ago she contacted me and told me I had a daughter." Jarod looked down at the girl in his arms. "We ran into some trouble with the Triumvirate and that's how we ended up here."

Jarod looked up at Broots, "If you have any more questions ask Broots."

"What do you want to tell us?" Sydney asked.

"Don't go into the centre tomorrow." Jarod said picking Kahlia up in his arms.

"Why not?" Parker asked watching the father and daughter.

"Don't. That's all I can tell you. Now I have to go." Jarod turned to leave then turned back. "The end is coming be ready. I'll ring you once this is all over."

Parker, Sydney and Broots watched as the three men and the little girl left the warehouse. It wasn't until then that Parker noticed that she hadn't drawn her gun. The chase was over she knew that deep down. She sighed as she watched her ex-pray exit the warehouse. She felt free and she didn't know why. Jarod's words of warning were freedom for her.

Sydney turned to them. "Should we go home."

"I want to see Debbie and then go home." Broots announced, walking towards the door. "I think I could sleep for a week."

"First you need to tell us everything about Jarod and hishis daughter." Parker said still digesting the information.

"We have the rest of our lives to go through that." Broots told them, he then stretched his back and arms. "It feels good to be free don't it?" Broots asked.

They looked at him thinking he knew more then what he was telling them.

6:00am

Friday morning

Judgement day that is what Alecus called it. He and Max walked down the hallways of the centre planting small explosive devices. All the people that they believed deserved to live had been told to stay at home that day. All their plans were in action.

The Triumvirate in Africa had already been taken out of the picture. They had hurt Melissa's and Jarod's little girl. No one that was involved in that had survived. The centre was the next target that Alecus had been watching. The building and its people had been watched for the last year. Now was the time to end the pain that had been suffered behind those concrete walls. After they were done, nothing would be left standing. The end was coming closer.

* * *

Jarod, Melissa and Kahlia watched from a distance, The Centre, through a small camera connected to a TV. Melissa had her arm around Jarod's shoulders and Jarod held little Kahlia in his lap.

"How does it feel to say good-bye to that evil place?" Melissa asked.

"Grateful to know I don't have to deal with its plots any more." He said then turned and gave her a kiss. "Thank you for doing this for Kahlia and me."

"I would do anything for you two, you are my life now." Melissa said hugging Jarod and their little girl.

A man walked into the room with a small box and handed it to Melissa then left. Melissa gave the box to Jarod. Jarod opened it to find a small detonating device, which would bring down the walls of The Centre.

Jarod felt sad knowing that people would die when the building came down however he also remembered what they had done to him. Melissa's people had planed the centre's demise. He was happy knowing that he had gotten Angelo and the other centre projects out. He planed to find homes for all the children he had saved from the centre. He wanted them to have a childhood he missed out on having.

"Blast away that evil place." Melissa whispered.

"We all will." Jarod placed the device on the table in front of them. "On three we press it down, okay." Jarod received nods all around.

"One." Jarod lowered his hand, Melissa hand rested on his then Kahlia's.

"Two." Kahlia said

"Three!" They pressed the button down and watched as the building was engulfed in flame. Jarod sighted his nightmare was over. He had his family and a happy ever after.

The end of Part Eight.

And The End.

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At times live is wicked,

and I just cannot see the light,

A silver lining is sometimes isn't enough to make summer seem all right.

What ever life brings, I've been through everything,

and now I'm on my knees,

hoping, but I know I must go on, or though I've heard I must be strong,

because inside I know many feel this way,

children don't stop dancing, believe, you can fly, away, away.

At times live is unfair, and you know its plain to see,

you got to know that I'm just a dot in this world, have you forgot about me.

What ever life brings, I've been through everything,

and now I'm on my knees,

hoping, but I know I must go on, or though I've heard I must be strong,

because inside I know many feel this way,

children don't stop dancing, believe, you can fly, away, away.

Am I hiding, in the shadows, forget the pain and forget the shadows,

am I hiding in the shadows, forget the pain and forget the shadows.

But I know I must go on, or though I've heard I must be strong,

because inside I know many feel this way,

children don't stop dancing, believe, you can fly, away, away.

For I know I must go on, and I know I must be strong,

because inside I know many feel this way.

Children don't stop dancing, believe, you can fly, away, away.

Children don't stop dancing, believe, you can fly, away, away.

Children don't stop dancing, believe, you can fly, away, away.

Am I hiding in the shadow, are we hiding in the shadows?

Song by Creed, called Children don't stop dancing