Longer chapter, still barely goes anywhere and hardly advances the plot.

The boys froze when they heard this news. They didn't move a muscle, which was a rather important action as of right now.

"But..." Nathan spoke above a whisper as the helicopter began to descend. "...what about Pickles?"

"Yeah!" Pickles shouted telepathically. "Yew can't jest leave me here hooked up ta this shit! I'll die!"

Charles was next to Pickles in less than a second. He unhooked the wires one by one, careful not to screw up and kill the child.

'Come on', Charles thought to himself. 'This boy cannot die. He is part of the prophecy.'

Seventeen wires. Sixteen wires. Fifteen wires.

And then, he heard a horrid sound. Like metal being dragged across metal.

'Oh my god. This is it. This child is going to die because of me.'

Charles noticed, however, that the sound was closer than it should have been...far too close, in fact. The sound stopped.

"MOVE OVER, ASSCHOLE! LET ME DO THISCH!"

And with that, the source of the sound, a large sledgehammer twice Murderface's weight, was heaved past his shoulder and crashing into the glass of the chamber. Charles felt like time had stopped. There was no way Pickles could survive being broken out so quickly. And yet, there he was, coughing and spluttering, regenerative liquids soaking the room.

Charles stared a hole through Murderface.

"William...where did you find this hammer?"

Murderface grinned wickedly.

"I got it off your guard. Took thisch knife too."

He produced a small, silver dagger with a red gem in the middle.

Charles whipped his head around and saw one of his guard's legs sticking from a door, covered in blood. He didn't have time to respond, right now he needed to get the boys out. He grabbed the only parachute (in retrospect, this was a poor design choice on his part) and grabbed the five of them. The last thing he remembered was jumping and hitting the water.

When he awoke, however, he found himself not dead in the ocean, but in a small, wooden room. He could hear a familiar voice say "Doods, he's awake!" before passing back out.

"Uh..." Pickles laughed. "Well, he was."

Nathan kicked a wall and grunted.

"I'm tired of waiting, let's just carry him out."

He kicked another wall, but failed to realize a bit too late that Toki was in front of said wall.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" Skwisgaar screamed, watching as blood fell from Toki's mouth.

Nathan, still not very fluent in Swedish, knew that Skwisgaar was mad and tried to communicate with him as best as he could.

"Hurdi burdi bork fuckin' sergudd!"

Murderface and Pickles had crowded Toki as well at this point. They could hear faint whimpers even through Nathan and Skwisgaar's yelling.

Pickles ran his hands through his hair. "Oh, shit. Murderface, we gotta do somethin'."

Murderface walked back to Charles' body, kicking him in the side.

"Wake up, asschole! We need schomeone to sctop the blood!"

He kicked him a few more times before giving up.

"Asschole. If he was ever on the recshieving end of one of Nathan'sch kicksch, he'd have schome schympathy."

Skwisgaar got fed up with arguing and threw a punch at Nathan. This ended about as well as you may expect it too, and Skwisgaar was on the floor in two seconds.

Waking up in a small, closed, wooden room and seeing two of your kids bleeding on the floor and an incredible pain in your side is not at all pleasant, but Charles had a job, and that was to help these five.

"Alright, boys, I-"

The sound of another voice startled Murderface enough to throw his dagger in Charles' direction, realizing a bit too late whose arm he had just put a blade in.

"God dammit."