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Author's Note: Sorry this chapter took me so long to write, I was having writer's block . Anyway, I've got it back, so I should be able to update a little more often from now on. Sorry for the wait! Please don't hurt me cries!!!
DAY 3 – Jailbreak Night9:30 P.M – Blackjack Table
Clive had played for a good half hour, but he hadn't been quite outstanding enough to be considered a good player. He tried to think of a way to get around this predicament. He looked at the deck, sitting in the middle of the table. Finally he had an idea, which he felt would work brilliantly.
11:00 P.M – Casino Jail
Clive was roughly dragged and thrown into a dank cell by two brutes. They locked the door and left. Clive brushed himself off and looked around, where he noticed he was in fact with someone else. Someone he knew.
"For some reason, I'm not very surprised." Clive sighed and sat next to his teammate Gallows.
"So what're you in for, anyway?" Gallows asked. Clive just sighed.
Flashback
"Your turn, Clive." Leftie said, as the dealer flipped his card. He had seventeen. He continued with his plan as he had before. He threw up a bomb into the air, which blew up, causing everyone on the table to look up. He hurriedly scanned the next card in the deck, which just happened to be four. He was going to continue as he had the past ten rounds, replacing the card and acting normal, but this time he was seen by Leftie.
"HEY! You're cheating!" Leftie said in horror. "Guards!"
Two burly men came and grabbed him, hauling him off in the direction of the cell.
End Flashback
"Haha, you're such an idiot!" Gallows laughed at his friend.
"Well, what about you then?" Clive said after whacking him.
Flashback
"And tonight, we're having a special guest! Here's the beautiful lady you've all been waiting for! The talented Cherry Tarrington!" The crowd cheered, as the curtains spread to reveal the silhouette of someone holding a guitar along with two dolls beside him. The person turned around, and the crowd gasped in horror.
Instead of Cherry Tarrington, the famous guitarist beauty, there stood Gallows, the not-so-known monster-attracting moron, dressed in a flowing gown and wearing his hair with ribbons. He was about to bust into a song, but was promptly pulled out by a bunch of guys, and taken to the cell. The crowd burst in applause at the sight of Gallows being dragged off.
End Flashback
"And you're calling me and idiot." Clive retorted.
"Let's just get outta here, okay?" Gallows got up to try and find a way out, feeling out the walls. "I think this is a switch!" Gallows tried to push one of the bricks, but it didn't budge. That didn't mean he stopped pushing it though.
"This is going to be a long night." He glanced over at Gallows, who was making groaning noises as he tried to push harder. "A very long night."
11:30 P.M – The Hotel
"What are you doing here, Zero?" a sweet girl said to him, as he sat by a tree gazing at the stars.
"Looking at the stars, it really makes you wonder." The young man looked intently at the girl's eyes. She sat by him.
"Wonder about what, Zero?" her eyes moved from the young boy to the sky, trying to work out what he meant.
"The land of Filgaia is dying, yet those stars still shine as they have for many years as I have watched. But even stars die. Do you know what this means Karen?"
"What?" Karen asked.
"Nothing can last forever."
Suddenly the sky was shrouded in clouds, thunder booming through the land. The man called Zero had turned into something inhuman. Darkened skin, long gray hair, and six devilish wings sprouting from his back. He looked up at Jet, who found himself floating in Zero's face. What Jet saw made him scream.
He saw his face.
"Guh!" Jet got up with a start, rolling off the bed in his commotion. His heart was pounding as he slowly got up. "What the hell was that?"
"Mmm... Jet, hug me tighter..." Virginia murmured, hugging Jet's pillow tightly.
"Oh Jet, you're such a player. How cute." Maya was caressing Virginia's leg, drooling slightly.
Jet didn't hear it very clearly, still feeling tired and shaky at the same time. He crept out of the room and quietly closed the door. He went to Gallows' room to take a shower where the only one he'd bother was someone who could sleep through an explosion.
"Hey Tubby, I'm using your shower." Jet said as he walked in. He wasn't expecting an answer, thinking he'd still be asleep. Instead he found an empty bed with a scrappy note on it.
'At the casino. Gonna get info! –Gallows'
Jet looked at the note and shuddered.
"This couldn't be any worse." Just then an announcement came out of the radio in Gallows' room, which he had left on.
"Just a few moments ago, a man was jailed at the Black Cards Casino for trying to impersonate famous guitarist Cherry Tarrington. He appears to be an uncouth, tribal Satanist of some kind."
"Okay, NOW it couldn't get any worse." Jet slapped his forehead.
"Also, another man was taken in for cheating at the casino. He appears to be a highly-intelligent-looking theft mastermind."
Jet stood there blankly.
"This sucks."
11:40 P.M – Black Cards Casino
Jet stood in the lobby of the casino, wearing a wide brimmed hat to hide his face. He'd be in deep trouble if they discovered his childish appearance. He looked around and saw some guards standing by an elevator. A posh man walked up to them and was let into the elevator. Jet had studied a special map of the place, which he acquired from Clive's notes, which showed the prison could be reached at the basement floor from that elevator.
"Hmm..." Jet thought of how to get past the guards. He took a look at the guards and found they looked excessively stupid. Even for Gallows' standards. He smiled and walked up to them, tipping his hat down.
"Hold on, mister." One of the guards said stupidly. "This are private property!" The other guard nodded.
"Don't you know who I am?" Jet snapped.
"Um... No." one of them said slowly. Jet speedily reached out grabbed the guard's collar.
"You saying you don't know me?" Jet said evilly. The guard's started to panic, thinking he was a CEO or something.
"Oh, oh it's you sir! P-Please, come right in!" he looked like he was close to tears. Jet had to fight the urge to snigger.
PING.
The elevator doors opened and Jet stepped in, pushing the basement button.
"Good day, gentlemen." Jet tipped his hat down again. The guards bowed down to him nervously.
As the doors closed and the elevator began to descend, Jet smiled.
"Idiots."
11:57 P.M – Basement Level
"Okay, it's this one, I'm sure!"
Gallows was now pushing on his fifty-seventh block, and was driving Clive insane. Clive resorted to crouching in a corner and talking with his hands, all the while snickering and shaking. He snapped out of it at the sound of a guard hitting the floor, and looked up to see Jet holding his Airget.
"You guys are really useless sometimes." Jet sighed and freed his comrades.
"Thanks for the rescue Jet." Clive said. Jet grabbed their ARMs and threw it to them.
"Psh! I could've gotten out sooner or later! Look I'll bet this brick is the exit, and I have to shoot it!" Gallows pointed his Coyote at a brick in the corner. But it wasn't a brick. He fired at it and all of a sudden sirens went off all around the casino.
"Gallows... That's part of the security system" Clive said slowly.
"Shit, let's go! Guards'll be pouring in any minute now!"
They ran for the elevator as fast as they could. Luckily, it seemed the elevator hadn't been called to another floor yet. They got in and Jet pushed for first floor lobby.
"Get ready guys, there could be guards galore here, but it'll be the fastest way out." The other two nodded at Jet, readying themselves.
PING.
Jet stood there in surprise as they saw a good twenty guards pointing ARMs right into the elevator.
"Um... Hehe, wrong floor." Jet pushed the door close button and dashed to the side of the elevator to avoid the cloud of bullets. He then pushed floor three.
PING.
"Well, shit." Jet saw a familiar scene of an odd twenty guards pointing ARMs at them. He hit the door close again, pressing one again.
PING.
"Oh yeah." Jet closed the door again. This time pressing forty-seven.
"How're we gonna get outta this building at floor forty-seven?" Gallows said. Jet looked at him confidently.
"I have a plan."
PING.
The doors opened at floor forty-seven, where many guards were waiting for the wanted trio. They glanced inside and found nobody there.
"What the hell?" Gallows said, receiving a prompt smack from Clive.
"Quiet."
Sitting on top of the elevator were Jet, Clive and Gallows, who had climbed up the emergency hatch and into the dark elevator chamber.
The guards had gotten into a commotion, calling the other guards for any sign of them.
"Okay, here's the plan. I'm going to floor forty-eight. When I give you guys the signal, you jump down the hatch and head for the first floor again. Get out, and keep running. Get to the hotel, grab Virginia and Maya, and get the hell out of this place. I'll meet you outside of town."
"You sure about this, punk?" Gallows asked, but Jet had already grabbed the service ladder. He looked at them, and smiled.
"Of course not." Jet continued his ascent, leaving his two comrades to wait for the signal.
"What's the signal gonna be?" Gallows asked.
"I'm sure we'll know when we hear it.
11:59 P.M – Floor Forty-Eight
The guards were all on their radio, asking around for where the prisoners were. They were interrupted by a bang from the elevator door. It had been blown open by Jet's Airget, and he jumped in, ARM blazing.
"Found him! Floor forty-eight! Go go go!" the guards from every floor made their way to floor forty-eight, including the guards one floor down.
Jet dashed up stairs to the second last floor, forty-nine, firing randomly at the never-ending swarm of guards he had attracted.
"Come and get me, idiots!"
11:59 P.M – Elevator Shaft
BOOM.
Jet had been seen bursting through the elevator door, followed by screams and gunfire. They heard the guards on their floor heading upwards, followed by an odd thousand more.
"I think that was the signal." Clive jumped down and pushed one on the elevator, causing it to head for ground level. The guards took no notice of this, too busy scrambling for the next floor.
PING.
They doors slid open to reveal that the floor was basically abandoned. Clive and Gallows ran out and headed for the door."What about the punk?" Gallows huffed as they ran for the hotel.
"He's trusting us to take care of Virginia and Maya, so we should respect that. He'll be fine." However Clive was thinking otherwise. Theoretically, Jet was in a position that few men would survive for the time that Jet had at this moment. Even moreso, no ordinary man could survive the situation Jet was in now. Clive prayed he would indeed meet Jet outside the town.
12:13 A.M – Floor Forty-Nine
Jet had been fighting quite well to this point, managing to take down numerous amounts of his attackers, but he was running low on options and ammunition.
"This really sucks." Jet took down another guard as he ran through the many corridors of the casino suites. He had to find a way out, and soon.
"There he is! Get him!"
"Cripes!" Jet saw another twenty guards advancing behind him. He dashed faster, choosing to be anywhere instead of in front of twenty ARMs. He ended up finding another staircase, heading up to the final level. Thinking it was better than nothing, he ran up the final flight of stairs to reach the final floor.
12:13 A.M – Town Outskirts
"Where is he..." Clive stood staring at Gambler's Heaven. He was growing worried, and he hadn't wanted to tell Virginia the truth of the situation, instead telling her that Jet had an errand to run.
"Why don't I go look for him?" Virginia asked. She made to head back to the city, but was halted by Gallows.
"Really, Ginny, we should wait here." Gallows said nervously. He was also growing worried.
"No way! I think we should go get him!" Maya piped up. Todd, Alfred and Shady had gone with them after Maya grabbed them at the hotel.
"We'll go look too!" Alfred offered. He was seconded by Todd and Shady.
Clive sighed. "I guess I have no choice Gallows."
"If you say so." Gallows said sadly.
"What is it...?" Virginia asked, hoping it wasn't something bad.
"Right now, Jet's stuck in the casino. He went to bail Gallows and myself out, and helped us escape by distracting the guards. Right now... he must be fighting against almost thirty thousand men. And since he hasn't met us here up until now, then I think he could be..." He lowered his head.
The blood started to leave Virginia's face. She was about to break for the city, but Gallows held onto her.
"Don't do it! We can't stop that many men! We would be wasting the punk's sacrifice!" Gallows had said something surprisingly correct, which annoyed Virginia a lot. She fell to her knees, tears forming in her eyes.
"No, Jet..."
12:15 P.M – Floor Fifty
"Shit!" Jet looked around to find the room was already filled with numerous guards, who looked much more professional than the guards downstairs. At the other end of the dark room was a desk, the chair facing away from him, so he couldn't tell if someone was there. He dropped his ARM and put his hands up.
"One man, no, a mere boy, took down almost one fifth of my small army. That's about three thousand plus men." The man in the chair turned to reveal himself. He was holding onto a chipmunk in his right hand, his left spinning a revolver. "You indeed deserve the title of Zero. Even in this pitiful form, you are still capable of doing more than someone equal to you could do."
The name felt familiar to Jet, but he couldn't recall.
"Who are you?" Jet tried to buy himself time.
"The owner of this casino. I am called Leftie. I believe you also know my boss. Does the name Eroz ring any bells?"
Jet flinched at the sound of his name. Jet was still cautious of Eroz, remembering how intense his strength was.
"I'll take that as a yes." He stood up from his seat. He clicked his fingers, and two guards grabbed Jet and dragged him up to the table.
"Eroz doesn't refer to me as Leftie, though." Leftie bent forward. "He calls me Four, otherwise known as the Fourth Fallen."
Jet's eyes widened in surprise. Suddenly Jet felt a sharp blow to the back of his head, and felt himself losing consciousness. He glanced up at Four, his vision already blurring.
"Eroz will be very happy to meet you again."
UNCONSCIOUS.
END DAY 3