A/N: Just as a warning, this chapter contains violence and swearing and its going to be short. That's all I'm going to say.

'They silt our throats.
Like they were flowers'

'The Speed of Pain' by Marilyn Manson

The human town wasn't that big. It served simply as an outpost, as a home unit for the south gate workers and as a gate to the large countryside. Most people didn't make the trip on foot; there were few visitors here. A trio of black mages wouldn't be able to get through un-noticed.

They had hidden behind a small mound of dirt and rocks close to the cable car station. The voices of the humans were too close for comfort, but they had no other place to hide for now. Mr. 114 knew there was no way to get through this, at least not easily. He was discovered awake in a group of 100 mages, if that could be done then it might as well be hopeless trying to get through this village.

He looked over at Mr. 239 hopefully, but he didn't look all that hopeful.

"Is it…?" Mr. 114 whispered, unable to find words for his sentence.

"Hopeless?" Mr. 239 whispered back in annoyance. "Not entirely, I've escaped through some tough stuff before. It just… needs a plan."

A plan. That would be nice if they had one. Mr. 114 expected Mr. 239 to know what to do, what would happen, what to expect coming through South Gate. Didn't Mr. 239 know everything? But… that couldn't be possible, Mr. 239 was just a black mage, like himself, it wasn't possible for him to know everything.

Mr. 57 sat silently, staring at his feet. His breath was rapid was fearful. Mr. 114 wondered if he did remember what the humans had done to him before….

"Okay," Mr. 239 whispered, "I'll get the human attracted to something else, then we'll make a break for it. I can…" Mr. 239 racked his brain desperately "… cast a spell! On a building or something, they'll all go over and we'll run through the front gate!"

Mr. 114 stared at him in silence. Mr. 57 seemed to take no notice, still staring at his feet.

"….Are you guys ready?" Mr. 239 whispered. He seemed desperate, he was responsible for the two others, he brought them along, and he needed to get them through.

"What… now?" Mr. 57 whispered fearfully, like a child, his eyes wide staring at Mr. 239 in shock and familiar fear.

"…. I'm sorry. We don't have time, or any other choice Mr. 57." Mr. 239's cooed to Mr. 57, trying to seem clam himself.

But before Mr. 57 could answer, or voice his fear of the humans Mr. 239 stood cautiously and crept closer to the village. Mr. 114 watched in detachment as Mr. 239 readied his staff for casting. His eyes closed as he summoned the horrid gift of magic, the sky turned slightly darker as his body steadied and focused the magical chaos inside of him. He raised his free, clenched hand toward the village, his eyes opened and his hand released the magic. A large stroke of lighting cut through the darkened sky and struck one of the far buildings quick and hard, the roof's shingles flying off in every direction.

A sudden panic rose from the humans in the town, shouts that startled the mages called to one another to see what happened. Soon all of the humans rushed over to the partially destroyed house. The way was free.

"Go!" Mr. 239 ordered quietly. And the mages followed.

They leapt from the hiding spot, down the dry, dirt hill down to the cable car station where a car had been abandoned. They rushed past, wind whipping their ears, into a small tunnel made of stone. Their footsteps echoed loudly in the tunnel, Mr. 114 heard his breath, quick from the run and from his sudden panic. He heard Mr. 57 trailing behind him, his panicked breaths. Light blinded them as they got as the tunnel and into open ground, flat in the middle of the gatepost town.

They saw the gateway out, it was wide open! And there were no humans to stop them, they were going to make it out they were going to…

A shrill scream from behind broke the silence. Mr. 239 and Mr. 114 stopped dead, both tense, their minds fearing the worst as they turned around.

Mr. 57 was on his knees, his eyes wide and filled with fear. Mr. 114 choked on a gasp as he saw. Mr. 57 had been stabbed through the middle. The blade was long and sleek, emerging from his ribcage where it had entered. Mr. 57's breath became quick and distorted in shock and pain as the blade rubbed between his ribs. Dark blood dripped from his chest onto the stone ground. It poured between the cracks of the stones, Mr. 57 watched it in mute shock. The three mages stood there, all paralyzed in fear and shock.

"You fucking bastard!" A human's harsh voice rose from behind Mr. 57. It was the human that had sliced him through, he didn't seem to noticed the other two mages as he twisted his sword, Mr. 57 whimpered in the pain of its twisting inside of him. The human removed the sword and yanked Mr. 57 backwards before he fell.

"Yeah, you like that?" The human spat, kicking at the shaking Mr. 57 who simply lay whimpering weakly, like that of a animal or small child. The human spat in his face and pressed his foot down on Mr. 57's already damaged chest, pinning him to the spot. By now other humans had come, most cheering for the brutal killer. Mr. 114 didn't register them; his mind stared in shock at Mr. 57, his chest rising and lowing at rapid speed, the human cursing him from above.

Another human had joined in, kicking, mocking, torturing. Mr. 57 lay almost motionless in pure fear. He didn't fight back.

Soon, Mr. 239 called to Mr. 114 in a cracked fearful voice, Mr. 114 barely noticed him. The time seemed to slow as other humans came running in a rabid horde for them, as Mr. 57 lay tortured on the ground, as Mr. 239 called to Mr. 114 to run, to get away. And, in that one moment, Mr. 57 turned his head in pain towards the mages, his hidden face covered in tears and blood and he screamed. It seemed to shatter Mr. 114's ears, to shatter the balance of the world around them. And finally, he spoke words.

"Mr. 239! Mr. 114! Help…!" He screamed in panic, choking on blood in between his words. "Don't leave me…"

Mr. 114 felt himself try to step forward, to try and help, to call back, but nothing happened. All he heard after that was Mr. 239 begging him to follow him, to escape, and that…. there was nothing they could do.

Mr. 114 turned and ran away with Mr. 239, through the gate, away from the chaos, into the clam wilderness. He mind told him not to look back, to not look at Mr. 57 behind them. But his eyes didn't listen, and he looked back. And through the open gate, he saw Mr. 57 lying there, bleeding, crying out to him, he saw the crowd of humans cheering, and he saw the human who started it; raise his sword high above Mr. 57's hidden tear soaked face. Mr. 114 turned away, tears stinging him as his clenched his eyes shut.

And the last thing they heard was the sound of the blade passing through Mr. 57's skull, Mr. 57's last innocent breath, and the roar from the crowd that followed.

A/N: Sorry….