Bullshit rang through my ears in the form of a voice. Nate was going off on some tangent of disbelief; he was just in shock and needed to calm down. Of course, in order to do that, he needed to also vent out a little bit. Zeke was just sitting alongside me on our usual couch, rubbing his temples to sooth the oncoming migraine.

"I mean, Jesus Christ!" Wow, still going. "You think you could've told a guy who you shared a room with for four months about the tiny little detail of being able to shoot lightning out of your ass?" Haven't tried that yet, now I want to. Maybe if I farted….? Oh, hold on a sec; he's actually calming down for a damn minute.

Nate held his forehead in his hand. "I get thrown in jail because the government has become overly-psychotic with security and then I end up escaping said prison because I was jailed with some freak."

I leaned back on the couch, slumping down. "Ouch, man. That one stung."

"I'm sorry. I need to come to realization with this is all." Nate walked over to the ledge of the rooftop, leaning on it. "You two got somewhere I could sleep? Someplace safe from the Conduits-other than Cole?"

Zeke finally piped up. "There's a fire escape just below along the building. Be careful with what room you choose, though; sometimes there's a couple hunkered down in there and boy, let me tell you what kind of freaky shit people are-"

Nate held his hand up. "Ok, g'night to the both of you. I don't want sleep with a thought like that in my conscience." He then simply jumped over the ledge, to which we could hear the steel bars of the escape clatter together. A window opened, a woman screamed, Nathan Drake apologized like the gentleman he is, worked on down, found a room, and climbed inside it. After a brief moment to which I assume he inspected the room, I heard a loud noise of the window closing.

Zeke almost immediately got up. "Son-of-a-bitch..." I could hear him mutter.

I tried to stop an argument from breaking out, getting up from the couch. "Now Zeke, listen for just a second."

"No, YOU listen Cole! Are you fucking crazy? Why couldn't you just stay in prison like a good little boy instead of breaking out with an unknown?!"

"To be fair, the cops aren't exactly the best of friends to me right now. Bill was my only friend who was a cop and-"

"Wait, what do ya mean 'was?'" Zeke turned around, raising his eyebrow.

I gulped deeply. I hadn't told Zeke about the event that occurred during the escape. Now that I recall it all, there was something more than me simply zapping him to death.

Three months into the four month limit given to me by teacher and thief extraordinaire, Nathan Drake, he was out and about on his daily out-of-cell session that was given to the sane and safe of those jailed. I remember him walking out with what looked to be another friend on the inside of these walls-an older man with what looked to be a Magnum P.I. mustache and Hawaiian button-up shirt. The old man had pulled out a cigar (which I assumed that he brought in secretly) and gave out an old hearty laugh as Nate seemed to tell him something funny (strange enough, I didn't see him come back in and didn't see him for the rest of my days in prison; I assume that he broke out). Bill was leading some convicts out when I caught his attention.

"Bill!" I loudly whispered. "Take five!"

Bill did so and found the nearest security guard to cover for him and lead the criminals out to the yard. He quickly made his bigger self over to my location and asked his question. "Yeah, whaddya need, Cole?"

"I," I looked around a bit and leaned in through the bars, "I need to tell you something."

"And what may that be?" Bill crossed his arms, waiting to be amused.

"Me and…Nate-remember him?"

"Yeah, muscular white boy who could be a movie sta- oh shit; you two ain't gay with each other, is you?"

"No! Nothing like that." I shook my head giving a groan of grief. "We're planning something big that'll happen in about a month."

"Why a month?"

"It's a deadline for him not to tarnish his reputation any as a burglar."

Bill nodded his head. "Yeah, yeah, I get that."

"And you're a police officer, huh?"

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Now, I want you to take off for a week when I tell you to; when it's time for Nate and I to leave."

"'Leave?' You ain't figurin' on breakin' out, are ya?"

I sighed heavily. "Yes. We are, Bill. Just promise me-"

He shook his head and sighed. "No no no, I can't do that. I won't be telling anybody of this whole 'plan' that you is a speaking of, but I ain't lettin' you or your friend out of here without a little brawl in between."

"C'mon, Bill. You know you can't take us on; hell, you couldn't even take me alone." I smirked, thinking he was joking. Turns out he wasn't.

"I'm willin' to give it a try. I've got to do my job."

I took in a deep breath. "Fine."

He started to step away, swinging his baton around on its flexible band. "I'm hopin' that you and I don't cross it any."

I walked away from the bars, tapping them and making them ring a little bit with a hollow sound. "I hope so too, Bill. I really hope so too."

As past experiences proved, he didn't follow my advice. Zeke listened as I proclaimed every event that had happened to me within those walls of Hell. It ranged through from the time Nate and I had met in the cell we had cohabitated in for the last few months to the very end of him and me running down the street from gunshots ringing throughout the air. Zeke rubbed his eyes solemnly, probably wondering if he was just wasting his time trying to mend bridges between the two of us.

"So…" he began, taking off his signature sunglasses and folding them into the pocket of his vest. "What do we do? Wait for this…this…guy to make a move or somethin'? Cut us off and turn us back in? You for your crimes against humanity and me for harboring a fugitive?"

"He's not like that at all. He's one of the few people on the grounds of this Hell-bound city that I actually have some respect for. Yeah, Nate's got a shady past, but don't we all?"

"Cole." I saw him shake his head in the thick darkness that was surrounding us all. Clouds had started developing over the sky, signifying an all night storm. "Fuck it. We'll talk about it in the mornin', alright?"

Zeke barely gave up arguing on any situation. You have to understand that this is a guy who was going back and forth with a cashier at Toni's Pizza Palace just for not receiving a particular topping and paying the extra twenty cents for it (the place closed down about a month or two afterwards). He either must be very tired or very irritated by my apparent arrogance. I felt my jaw kind of drop, letting my mouth hang open free for flies to buzz in and out of. Zeke couldn't really believe it either, so he just gave me a goodnight and climbed down the fire escape to his room with a combination lock on the window. It wasn't a secret to what the digits were-twenty-one, three, and eleven-but he felt safer with it on there, knowing that no normal thieves, at the very least, could break in. I'm not sure what he was worrying about; he was and still is always packing even keeping a pistol under his pillows at all times no matter where he stays at.

I put my head back on the back of the couch, looking up into the night sky and knowing that I should probably rest with a dark and rowdy day following this one up. I wondered if Zeke had been right about Nathan and whether he was just using me to get a free ticket out of there. Had I become so jaded that stupidity had overwhelmed my own common sense of untrustworthiness? Am I that gullible after all? No, it can't be right at all. I just have to perish the thought from my mind and think of a better tomorrow rather than a glum, moody one.

I climbed down the steel ladder on the side of the building, going by window after window. I heard moaning from a woman and a man inside one of them (I assume that this was the one where Nathan made a woman scream in surprise and embarrassment) and the slapping of bare skin up against each other. I pounded on the glass, telling them to keep it down. They stopped, but later that night I woke up to bed squeaking once more. Strange enough, I kept on having dreams of Trish after that particular event.

"Rough night?"

"They just wouldn't stop."

Nathan cracked a smile as I climbed on the rooftop the next morning with a look of the dead on my face, only satisfaction will be brought in the form of coffee. No cream and no sugar; just plain, straight black (as you could probably imagine through this, I'm not the biggest fan of Starbucks).

"Hey, it's the state of the post-apocalypse and things are just being put back together. Let the young lovebirds do what-or who-they want."

"You do realize we're just in our thirties, right?"

"I'm trying to be philosophical here, asshole." Nate took a gulp of his hot coffee. I saw two other cups in a cardboard drink carrier. They both looked to be marked with the Tim Horton's logo.

I picked one up and peeled off the lid, seeing the color of black in the background of some steam. "Aw, did you get this for little ol' me?"

"Just drink it and don't expect me to do it again. It was a thank you for getting me out of prison without, y'know, getting us killed."

I shrugged. "Bullets flying at you comes with the territory of being the 'hope of a city.'"

He shot me a glance. "Hope of a city?"

"I'll explain into further detail later on."

At this point Zeke had gotten up on the rooftop, bed hair and all. He took out his comb and quickly put it back into place and put on his sunglasses so he could stop squinting under the morning light. He saw me, then Nate, and then the last cup of coffee in the holder.

"Hello there." He said to the both of us.

"Morning." Nate said to him. I could tell they were both uncomfortable with the situation as Zeke sat down at the table and took his cup of coffee. He flicked the sides of the Styrofoam cup, making what seemed to be an almost hollowed out sound.

"So…Nate." Zeke Jebediah Dunbar began slowly. "How long are you planning on tagging along?"

"Zeke, he's going to be tagging along with us for a while. Up until he actually finds a way out of here." I gave the answer, to which Nate nodded in agreement.

"I have a plan to get out of here within the month or so. A friend of mine is supposed to be on his way out of here and was supposed to bribe the guards with a couple million to let me-and possibly you two-out of here through a helicopter pick-up."

"A few million? What the hell does your buddy do for a living?" Zeke said astonishingly.

"Same as me: a professional thief. The only difference is that he's got another thirty or so years on me."

"Speaking of helicopters, there's supposed to be a drop-off near the square sometime later on. Apparently they're actually bringing in some good food this time 'round." Zeke said, not even shaken by the whole pro-thief bit. When you're inside Empire City, you've been hardened instantly whether you realize it or not.

"Really now? None of that canned prune bullshit?" I said, taking a drink of the still hot coffee.

"Nope. Grade A quality canned goods. Still no beef though."

"I've dealt through worse." Nate said.

Zeke just gave him a plain stare. "I want my beef."

As the old Wendy's Where's the Beef commercial ran through my head, I had already gone to the ledge of the rooftop, ready to make my jump. "So are you ladies comin' or what?"

Nate looked confused. "Why are you standing there?"

Zeke got up and kind of chuckled, starting to make his way to the stairway. "You'll see, rookie."

I crouched, getting ready to make the leap. My knees went unbent and my body was in the air. I felt the wind blow up against me as I fell quickly down on towards the ground. I hit a square on the sidewalk dead on, cracking it more than it already was and letting out a little bit of a seismic force around me, having those around me quiver and shake a little. Of course, they all started running away, fearing that the freak had been let out of the pen.

Nate and Zeke arrived, Zeke huffing and puffing away trying to catch his breath. "Have…have I…ever told you that running down…those stair su-"

"'Sucks donkey balls?' Yeah, you've told me." I said with a little grin.

"So not only can you shoot electric from your ass, you can jump off buildings and come out unscathed?" Nate asked me kind of rhetorically.

"Yeah, you could say that. Let's get going then."

We started making our way towards the square where they usually scheduled the drop-offs to be, and I was still right. We saw the blinking red lights come up from overhead as we heard the whirring sound of the helicopter cutting through air like it was a mixer trying to aerate egg whites. It slowly and painfully (to our stomachs) made its way down to the concrete surface. They detached the net and went like heck out of here. I'm guessing they saw me and figured that I was going to bring them down with a bolt from the sky or something.

Zeke pried open one of the crates with a crowbar that was secured with the package, revealing an assortment of canned fruits and soups, ranging from diced pineapple to strawberries and from chicken noodle to mushroom soup. They had the works in terms of what was available here.

"Grab whatcha can, boys!" Zeke yelled out enthusiastically. "Tonight we feast!" He started loading cans into a carrier bag that he had brought along with him. It would hold at the very least twenty large cans, so there was plenty of room when he grabbed about sixty cans of the over three hundred that were brought in.

A scream. A gunshot rang. I looked over and saw the dead body of some innocent woman just passing by at the feet of a Reaper. No, not just one Reaper; six of them. They were all holding a gun of some sort, but I can guarantee you that all of them were automatic. Zeke ran and put the bag in a nearby bush for safety reasons and pulled out his pistol, readily loaded with an eight round clip. Nathan…was gone. He's gone. Where the hell did he go, that chicken bastard! Ah, well, here goes nothing.

I quickly picked off two of them with a couple of headshots. As they rebounded back dead against the walls of the buildings, they quickly began firing upon Zeke and I. Zeke dived behind a pillar, as did I. He let out a couple of warning shots, letting them know that they weren't going to get near without a bullet going through their brains. The shots rang through the air aimlessly. These were just street thugs who couldn't handle a gun for the life of them. I knew that the Reapers were gone; these guys are just cheap knockoffs. I saw that they began spreading out though, so they at least had some strategy behind all of this mayhem. One of them nearly nicked me, hitting just the corner of the pillar and letting rubble fly off. I sent a rocket his way and assumed that I got him sense I heard a distant scream go to absolutely nothing in a split second. Just three more to go.

Zeke sent a bullet whizzing through the air at high velocity, nailing one of the thugs right in the head and killing him instantly. Make that two. I saw one…but where the hell was the other? He probably just ran away. At coming to that conclusion, I quickly sent a bolt in the direction of the last man, just hitting him in the chest to kill him.

We came out of our respective coverage spots and nodded towards each other, a standard congratulation of sorts for our work. Zeke dug the bag out of the bush and slung it over his shoulder. He put away his shooter and made his way over to me.

"Still haven't lost your touch, I see." He said plainly and coolly as ever.

"I don't let my habits go as easily as you do, Zeke." I replied stiffly. After seeing someone try and cameo one of my former assailants pissed me off, thinking that they could recreate the horror that was at large before.

"Very nice, boys. Now hands up."

The voice of a woman came from behind us with her holding dual pistols pointing right at our heads. She was pale-skinned but wasn't near at all the creepiness of the Reaper's former leader. She had her hood off and I guess she was the one that ran away. Also, judging from her assertive attitude, she looked to be the leader of that small band of thieves.

"Looks like I've got some rehiring to do. You really cut me thin, killing all of my men."

Zeke, who had his hands up alongside me, whispered towards my ear, "Christ, what a bitch."

"Shut it, fat boy. You'll do what I say unless you want a piece of lead going through you for your next meal."

I gulped. I knew that I could just so easily kill her right there with a quick zap. But I also figured that her reaction to it would kill me as well. There isn't a whole lot I can do in a situation like that. She's smart too, so I have to figure she's wearing something shock resistant that won't get her killed right away.

"So here's what's going to happen. You-"

At that moment, a figure, who later told me that he was silently approaching her the entire time, quickly grabbed her by the head and snapped her neck, dropping her instantly. He fleshed out his arms and hands, shaking them about.

"They build them tougher and tougher every time I do that."

"It's about damn time you showed up Nate." I said, putting my hands down.

"Well I saw an old pal of mine nearby and left you guys to go about your business. I didn't know that these…people…had come. If I did, I would've stuck around for the fight instead of coming in at the last minute to save your asses."

"Probably better ya did. We all would've been in deep shit then." Zeke stated. "Who was this friend of yours anyway?"

"He was supposed to be the one that would get me out of here, but apparently the government doesn't accept bribes. They care about preserving the peace than their own wealth."

"I'd rather not listen to how great the guys are keeping us caged in here. Where is he?"

And right on cue: "Nate! There you are!"

He approached us with (literally) open arms in his Hawaiian button-up. He had on some khaki pants and what looked to be steel-toe boots. I was right about his mustache being something of Magnum P.I. material. He was an older gent at that but with a full head of hair and cigar in mouth. He was the man I saw in prison with Nate that day.

"There you are, Sully!" Nate replied. They had already met a few minutes ago, but I guess it was a kind of friendship that had been kindled over the years where they were elated to see each other no matter what the situation may be.

"So," Sully patted away a few ashes from the tip of the cigar, "these are your new friends that you told me about?"

"Maybe I should introduce you properly. Sully, meet Cole MacGrath and Zeke Jebediah Dunbar."

I have no clue why he said Zeke's middle name, but Sully seemed to have no interest in that. He saw another matter at hand with Zeke. He began to say it with a chuckle. "Jesus, kid, what the hell happened to you? You look like you've had one pig too many, wouldn't ya say?"

Zeke turned to me. "I think I hate this old codger already."

He patted Zeke on the shoulder. "Ah, I'm just kiddin' with ya. This is a rundown town, but you could lighten up your mood a bit at the very least."

Zeke gave out a fake laugh to which Sully smiled at him. "And you're the man with voodoo powers, I understand?"

He had asked this question to me. "Yeah, I'm the electric man that Nathan has probably spoken fondly of."

"Fondly? Nate just told me that you were a whiny little bitch when you were in prison together." He inhaled some smoke deeply.

I looked past Sully to Nate. "You're a good friend."

"Oh, think nothing of it."

"I hate to be the shitter on this parade, but we ought to get out of here before the five-o come and wonder why most of these dead bodies have scorch marks on them." Zeke gave a good point.

We decided to head on back to the apartment complex. Slowly this band of misfits has started to grow.

Hey guys! Trapex again with another installment of Cellmates! This was a longer one of the chapter thus-so-far in the story. I wanted to incorporate Sully in this chapter in some way and really found no use up until the end of it all. I'll tell you, outside of the story, this chapter lacked my motivation put behind it. I decided to kick myself in the ass and get it finished and out there for your viewing pleasure. I'm hoping you enjoy this one and chapter five, although short, will probably be a turning point for the story so far and will on the way hopefully within the month. I can't promise much though, so up until whatever time it shall be, I hope you enjoy this chapter!