Shall I continue, or should I shove it and crawl away, and never show my messed up face again? Too late. Muhahahahahaa!

Pinta was still crying inside the closet a few hours later, when she heard footsteps down the hall. She opened the door a slit and saw to her amazement, Specter. One look could tell he wasn't well. His step was sluggish, and he was holding his shoulder, which looked somewhat in the wrong position. Fumbling with the doorknob, he finally managed to stagger into his room, which was no different than the monkeys', except it contained only one bed, and it had heaps of scrap metal, blueprints, crosswords, and books along the walls.

Wavering, he at last succeeded in half walking, half crawling to the bed. Slowly, Pinta came over, seeing him trying to climb up, now leaning entirely on the bedpost, and on his knees. Before she reached where he was, he had pulled himself up and had flopped down, immobile. Carefully, she took the blanket from the end of the bed, and covered him with it. Quietly, she left the room, still feeling guilty for not helping more.

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Specter's POV.

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"Huh? Why did she just help me? I know she's not evil… maybe she is just being like herself. Ohh, but my head… who knew an explosion could be that powerful, my shoulder's going to pain for weeks. I think it's not broken at least. What? I can't seem to, be able to, move. Great… that's just peachy. Now I'm in the hands of whoever gives a damn. And right now, I don't think anyone's going to care enough to even look in here. Oh Jimmy… you're going to pay more than you know, more than I made clear, much more…"

"How long have I been out? A day at least… maybe more. Ah, at least I can move now." I looked towards a clock on the wall. "It's three A.M. I got back at about five A.M. That means almost a day, if not more. And… I think I'll make it a bit longer."

Specter woke up. Rubbing his head, he looked around, and then slowly got up. Going under the bed, he painfully pulled out a laptop. Opening it, he quickly typed in a password, and scowled at the screen.

"Only ten left, the utter idiots. I give them weaponry, intellect, the resources, and they get themselves caught in a matter of weeks."

Closing the laptop, Specter shoved it back under his bed and slowly got up. Opening the door, he silently walked down the hall, stopping at the necessary rest stops, (bathroom, kitchen, etc.) before looking around to see who was left. Almost no one. Going back to his room, he opened a book that had been lying on the bed stand and sat on the bed. He jumped three feet in the air when the alarm went off.

"Not again!" sighed Pinta, hearing the alarm sound. She ran down the hallway just to see Specter going through a door at the other end. Reaching the door, she opened it to see what she had been expecting to see. Specter and Jimmy, full out fighting. She grabbed Specter's flute out of her pocket, looked at it, and then tossed it aside. It was no use. That flute would only delay the inevitable. She pulled her flute out of her other pocket. Her brother had said something before he gave it to her; something about if you're in trouble, just play something. She looked at the flute. There were designs around the holes. Then she remembered what she had to play. She saw Specter go down the final time. It was now or never. She wouldn't let her conscience wrack her anymore. Jumping out from where she was hiding, she blew a tune on the flute. But it didn't sound right. Then she realized, for two, you had to double the notes. Carefully, she played the revised tune. When she was done Jimmy was just standing there, right in front of Specter, staring at her. She began to feel strange. With a jolt, she remembered how the flute would help her. It would give a disguise, of whatever was in the room. She wondered what it meant. She noticed that a gold-ish glow was starting to engulf her. It was engulfing Specter too. She felt pricks of pain across her skin, like a thousand needles, all being driven into her at the exact same time. It increased, the gold blinding her, until, all at once, it stopped, and she found herself on her knees. Looking down at her reflection in the floor, she gasped, and then looked across the room at Specter.

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Switches scenes: You now see a little boy, wide eyed, staring at the TV screen with his mouth wide open. The gum in his mouth falls out, and the controller in his hand hits the floor.

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Heheh, that kid is traumatized for life. The next part is interesting, so RR please?