The man's body hit the floor with a thud that pulled Jonah back to reality like a fish out of water. He was not fighting anymore; he was Jonah, who was being harassed and followed by five walking, talking annoyances. The rush faded away as he realized how the others would react to his actions. "Oh my god, oh my god..." Ellen's sister whispered, "You killed them. You killed them both." She had her hands over her cheeks and despite the fact she merely whispered, the silence seemed to magnify her statements a hundred times. It didn't take much time for her words to hit the others in their heads and soon enough, Jacob was the first to come to a conclusion and take action. The unmistakable click of a gun being raised and Jonah didn't have to turn to know where it was being pointed.
"I'm sorry b-but I have to do this. If you'd do it to others, you'd it to us too." He said it as if he had to justify what he's about to do, to prevent misunderstandings. Jonah's gaze didn't leave the wall in front of him for it was too difficult to face the others. Instead, he returned the favor but it was far quicker than Jacob's handwork. "If you're gonna kill someone, don't give him a chance. Yet, you did. Why?" Silence. "You didn't really mean it when you pointed that gun, did you? Or maybe it's because I'm not one of them?" "So if you're gonna kill me, you might aswell do it now, with my back turned on you. In fact, I don't even know where I'm aiming." After an eternity, Jonah turned his head around to see Jacob's arm shaking and his own aiming slightly off-target. The others had expressions of awe and horror which managed to hurt Jonah more than the scar on his cheek. He dreaded these moments; these moments of consequences and realization. They managed to deconstruct him like a surgeon working on a complex operation. Finally, both boys lowered their weapons. However, that was it.
Jonah walked right past them and toward his hideout. He hoped that they would wisen up and part ways with him but he doubted it. "The weak will always-" Claire swiftly appeared next to him, just like an assassin who stalks his victim. Jonah just realized, with a low gasp, that she was not present while he spoke with Jacob. He managed to hide his surprise and shot a glance at Claire's face. To Jonah's disappointment, it was completely devoid of expression. "That was... interesting." she said. He didn't reply because his brain was wrecking itself with suggestions and suspicions on where and what she was doing. Jonah was relieved when she didn't press on, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around her presence. But he had to keep a calm head at all costs. However, that proved challenging when he sensed the Jacob and the others, once again, catching up to them. "This is going to be way harder than it should be."