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Grim Reaper's Release

When the gruesome murder of a pastor is mysteriously caught on tape, what will happen to the vampire race? Suddenly, the world knows about vampires. The Cullens need to get out of Forks. And fast. But what will happen when the Volturi wants to interfere? Or the Southern Armies? And, more importantly, who are these strange vampire twins? Photobucket

...I've been away for a seriously long time, haven't I? O.O

Well, I'm back with a new story and I still haven't decided if I should continue my other stories. A lot's been happening in my life and I'm sure my feelings on all of my other stories have changed drastically. Anyway, this is just an idea that's been floating around my head for probably a year now but I've never really developed it into more than just a smidge of an idea.

Just a few warnings before I continue: This story is seriously...morbid. It's not really a good story at all. There's violence, world domination, chaos, and the world kind of goes insane...but it has a happy ending! Promise!

Also, the chapters are gonna be really long on this. Like, seriously long. It's not that I want to get this done in less chapters or whatever, it's just that in each chapter, a few different character's point of view's on different things need to be included to add other factors of the story. I mean, if I had each new point of view a chapter, we'd probably be up to 50 chapters by the time I get to the middle.

That being said, I guess a few things you should know is that I don't know when I'll be getting new chapters up. I hope, with winter break here, I'll have this story done by the middle of February, maybe? I was planning on having this only 7 chapters at the maximum, but the farther I get into this story, the longer it seems. And, I hope, I'll be getting each chapter up each week. I've already written chapter 2 and 3 but I'm gonna post them weekly.

Next, I seriously need to thank my best mate Kira with this story. She gave me a HUGE idea for it and has been such an amazing supporter of all my stories from the start!

*breathes in relief* Alright, I think that's all for now. Now that I've gotten it all out, go read. I'm sure the story is much more interesting than my babbling. *snort*

16. Horrific Desicions

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4 Hours Before Jasper's Segment

Timothy's Point of View

I slammed down the phone in annoyance and huffed. Since when did the president of the Bureau of Prisons care about the welfare of inmates? It made no sense to me. They were criminals, through and through.

I jumped slightly at the light knock that echoed from my door and spun the chair around to see who was intruding into my office space. It caught me off guard to see the President casually standing there, hands in his pockets.

"Wh-what can I do for you, Mr. President?" I cleared my throat under my breath and looked towards him with expectant eyes. It really wasn't usual that a colleague of mine or employer intimidated me but, Christ, if the President's presence wasn't enough to make you quake in your boots, I didn't know what was.

He gave a tight smile and bowed his head. "Excuse me, Timothy, but I was just wondering how the inmate selections were going."

My eyes widened and I coughed. Ah shit. What the hell was I supposed to say now? That some stuck up bastard in a tailored suit and toupee was refusing to send any inmates, even if they were volunteering, to the vicinity for testing? I grumbled and spun back around to my open laptop.

"Well, Sir, it seems as if they're pretty...stubborn...on keeping their inmates in their cells." I choked out a second cough and reached towards my mug of coffee to down a sip or two. For a brief moment, I was lost in the sharp bitterness and the aromas of my favorite type of coffee.

The President paused and took a step inside, closing the door behind him. I looked up from my screen to watch him as he strutted before my desk and leaned over me.

There was a look of shock and subtle outrage on his features. I opened my mouth, about to address him and ask what was wrong, but he cut me off. "Are you trying to tell me that they won't send us inmates? Even if it's the President demanding they are sent?"

I took a brief moment to stare at him with a small twinge of horror before stuttering back a response. "Y-yes, Sir."

He sighed, reaching up to push back the mane of hair above his head. "Alright, fine, I'll take care of it, Timothy. Don't worry about a thing."

And then with one quick, tired smile, he left the room.

I grunted under my breath and let my head fall on the desk before me. How long would this insanity last?


Bella's Point of View

My gaze flickered to the door and back, then to the colorless ceiling, then to the scratched up tiles of the floor, then back to the door. My breathing hitched, was this what it was like to lose your mind? The agonized feeling of emptiness and anxiety? The waiting and waiting and waiting for relief and release?

I groaned as my foot started twitching. It was like all of Jasper and Alice's lessons of acting ‘human' had been forgotten. All of the old, useless actions were resurfacing back to me.

With eyes squeezed shut tightly, I once again thanked whoever was out there for giving Carlisle the cell above me. Though I had not been particularly close to my new father-in-law before this agitating experience, I was now. I could easily understand why no one would dare say a word against him or feel badly towards him. He was so completely, so undeniably good.

Ugh. This was torture. I threw myself up from the chair and started pacing once again. Not only was this torture, but it was a nightmare. I briefly remembered the first few tense moments in this cell and let my head smack into the hard concrete of the wall.

If it hadn't been for Carlisle, I would have several murders on my hands. The barren feeling inside of my heart that had quickly spread throughout my veins and limbs from when they had taken her had swiftly transformed into a fiery rage that I wondered how Carlisle had even calmed me in the first place. Maybe it was Jasper's intense doses of serenity shot towards me, mixed with Carlisle's low and urgent voice, whispering reassurances.

I didn't know how they got me to settle down and keep me settled down, but they did. Possibly, it was Jasper's continuous heavy sedations that kept me a bit out of it.

But then, just recently, they stopped. Jasper's calming essence ceased and it was replaced with unimaginable despair. The agony of whatever Jasper was feeling was so overwhelming that it was even distracting from my uncontrollable outrage.

"Carlisle," I hissed, my gaze wandering back to the door with a reddish hue tinting my eyesight.

There was a shuffle above me and then Carlisle's voice wafted back down. "Bella, what is it? What's wrong?" I swallowed, my forehead crumpling in pain.

If I ignored all other impulses and went solely with the one to save my daughter, people would be killed. I felt almost like Alice, I somehow knew that I would lose myself in a boiling rage and any officer who stepped in my way wouldn't last long at all. But if I ignored that one dangerous impulse, I would save myself the title of a killer. I would forever have a clean record. But what about my Renesmee? I grumbled, my domineering conscious of a killer was worth her safety.

"Jasper stopped," I croaked. My fist went up to the wall and I turned my head away from the door. If I could just get away from Carlisle's quiet, soothing words, I could get her. But how? How do I get out of his reach and save my daughter?

"You mean he stopped using his power?" I nodded in response to his question but then realized he couldn't see my gesture.

"Yes." Carlisle sighed above me and then shifted once again. I idly wondered if vampires could become nauseous. I felt my stomach almost being flipped upside down and tied into knots at the decisions I had to make. Kill and rescue? Or not only stay put but stay in the dark when it came to my daughter's fate?

"Bella, I want you to listen to me," Carlisle started. I lifted my head at his urgent tone. Before, he had never sounded as tense or tired as now. What had changed? My heart plummeted, had something happened to Jasper? Were they going to hurt my Renesmee?

I felt myself trembling and wrapped my arms around my shivering torso. Above me, Carlisle continued on. "The scientists have decided to start up testing." His tone hardened and my brow furrowed. No testing they could do could actually hurt us, though, right? They couldn't tear us to pieces and set us on fire.

"Carlisle, I can't-" I was about to admit that I couldn't sit here any moment longer without my daughter but he uncharacteristically interrupted me.

"Bella, I know. Trust me, I know how hard this is for you but you have to sit still. Please, until we at least figure this out. I promise you, if any of us had hard evidence that Renesmee was being hurt, we would step in but until that moment, you have to listen to me." His urgent tone had turned into desperate pleading and I started to worry. What was happening?

I started pacing up and down the length of the cell as I listened to his begging. "Look, the scientists have decided to ‘test' our control when it comes to blood. Do you understand what I'm saying, Bella?"

I froze in mid step. Test our control? Why? How? When? They couldn't do that, could they? Carlisle had explained our ‘vegetarian' lifestyle, hadn't he? Couldn't he just simply explain to them that if they didn't want several murders on their hands, they should keep the blood away?

"Bella? Are you still with me?" He sounded nothing but concerned and worried and I could do nothing but whimper in response.

"I know that you'll be having a harder time not breaking out of here even more but I have to beg that you keep still. Until we learn more, it's not safe for you to get out. Trust me on this, Bella, they won't hurt Renesmee. Not yet, anyway. You, on the other hand, they won't hesitate to use anything and everything against you." I listened to his voice and hissed.

"Carlisle, they couldn't hurt me if they tried." He gave an impatient huff above me and sighed.

"Not physically, no, but Edward says they have a feeling you are more closely tied to Renesmee." His simple statement clicked in my mind and I gasped. They would hurt her to hurt me and if they didn't know how to hurt her, they would do everything they could possibly imagine until something succeeded in the response they desired: pain.

I growled at the image of my baby hooked up to machines and devices doing God knows what. No, I couldn't allow that. Plus, with the strict tone Carlisle was using, I suspected if I tried to get out, my family would stop me with Renesmee's best intentions at heart. It was either try and fail or sit still and be clueless, then.

I sighed, my head falling. "I understand." Carlisle let out a breath of relief above me.

"Now, as far as this testing goes, I ultimately don't have any clue what may happen. Edward was hoping it was a hoax and they would stop before any one of us was tested but now their plan is definitely set into motion. Even the President is in the building and making calls to the prisons." He sounded disgusted and I began to feel confused. Prisons? Why prisons?

"I don't understand," I began. "What's the connection with prisons?" It made absolutely no sense to me. I felt a startled shock when I realized why Jasper's help with calming me down had ended. He won't pass it, I thought. He knew he wouldn't be able to stay in control. I was abruptly distracted from all former worries for my daughter and was panicking for not only my brother's welfare, but my own. I was just a newborn. Sure, I could be around humans, but I didn't think I could keep my cool with spilled blood before me.

"You see, Bella, the government officials have at least some morals. They're using criminals of local prisons for the testing." I gulped.

Whether that made the concept better or worse, I couldn't decide.

"What do we do?" I whispered. "There has to be something we can do." Now, Jasper's despair was slowly dripping into my emotions. I felt a loss of hope as my head fell in my hands. Either way, I would be a killer. Somewhere inside of me, I knew that I wouldn't be able to handle the scent of flowing blood.

The only comfort I had was that Jasper, poor Jasper, would soon be in the same boat as I.


Dr. Mitchell's Point of View

"And the inmates will be here soon, yes?" I looked at the President as I awaited his response and pulled on my latex gloves. As they snapped on, they seemed to snap his attention back to me.

He coughed, looking flustered for a brief moment. "Yes, Doctor, they should be here any moment." I nodded; absorbed in my thoughts, as I tried to decide who would go first. The brawny vampire, Emmett? I huffed, maybe it was safer to go with the pixie, Alice, or even safer yet, Carlisle.

"You know, Mr. President, I really have to thank you. We would have never of gotten this testing done if it hadn't of been for your ingenious call to the president of Bureau of Prisons. He didn't seem to believe Timothy when he talked to him." I chuckled at the image of red-faced Timothy that came to mind.

The President nodded, a harsh smile on his lips. "It really was no problem. I just want to learn the most we can about these vampires. Our very lives could be at danger." Just when I was about to form a response, Timothy stepped into the laboratory.

"Ah, Mr. President, I wasn't expecting you. I just came to address Dr. Mitchells." He turned to me, a look of pure glee written over his face. I looked up from the blood samples from Jacob and gestured for him to continue.

"The inmates have arrived," he all but squealed. "Now, as they unload, I thought it would be best to devise a plan. Have you decided who we were going to test first? Or shall we just go in order of their cells? Start at the top and work our way down, hmm?" I jotted a few more notes down as I thought about it.

The news that the inmates had arrived was definitely good. For some reason, I had begun to wonder if the vampires knew of what was in for them. Some were acting antsy and it worried me. The sooner we got this done, the better.

I stood up and locked the peculiar blood sample away before peeling the gloves from my hands. "Well, I was thinking of starting with Carlisle. We know he's used to blood, so the reaction may not be as drastic." Timothy nodded as he thought this over.

"Good plan but I was thinking someone else...," he absent mindedly trailed off and I gave him a curious glance.

"Come; tell me about it as we walk down to the entrance to welcome our guests." I opened the door for him and the President as we exited the laboratory and started down the paneled hallway.

"Well, I don't know about you, but that other blond was getting on my nerves," he grumbled as we moved towards the front of the building. I threw back my head and laughed, leave it to Timothy to use scientific testing as revenge.

As my laughter quieted, I pushed the down button for the elevator. "Which one? Jasper or Rosalie?" He looked miffed as we stepped into the steel elevator, like the idea of those creatures having names was beyond him.

"Whatever one is male," he grumbled. I snorted and nodded.

"We start with Jasper, then?" I looked down at his squat form and he gave one stern nod.

"We start with Jasper," he confirmed.


Jacob's Point of View

The first thought that I had when I came to was what the hell had happened? I felt like a teenage junkie who had just overdosed but for some reason, didn't die. I could scarcely open my eyes, let alone move as consciousness came swishing back to me with a dizzying speed.

I grunted, feeling little sparks of pain on almost every part of my body. It felt like every scrap of strength in me was used up when I opened my eyes, only to snap them back shut at the beaming white light before me. And then slowly, very slowly, I began to regain all of my senses.

But what had happened? Why was I on the ground? How had I even been knocked out? I wasn't aware that anything could cause me to black out like that.

I opened my eyes and adjusted them to the blinding brightness and blinked lazily. I sat still for a moment, not trusting my regained strength to be able to support me if I stood up. After a minute or two, I tried moving my right arm.

Instead of a russet hand moving into my view, a large, furry paw intruded into my line of sight. I stared at the familiar paw in silent awe and then groaned.

All of the memories of what had happened raced back to my mind and it all made sense. Of course, I had transformed after hearing the news of Renesmee. It almost seemed expectant of me, looking back. And then what? They had shot me down with sedatives?

Well shit.

I lifted my head, ignoring the rush of vertigo that swept through my mind. It was a struggle to see through the bright lights, but I could make out the silhouettes of men lined up along the walls, holding big bulky things in their hands. It took me a moment to realize that they were guns.

I huffed. This is just great. Freaking fantastic. I tried to stand but lost my balance and crushed to the floor. The only response I got from my group of on-looking spectators was a simultaneous sigh of relief.

I would have tried to phase back but I knew the only pair of clothes I had had been the ones on my back when I changed. I didn't even know if I had enough energy to phase back but one thing I did know was that there was no way in hell I would stand here naked with all these heavy duty agents and such.

With a muffled grumble, I rolled into a more comfortable position and sighed. How long had I been out of it? Surely not too long, right? I mean, I figured my system would have burned up all the tranquilizers pretty quickly.

I started wondering what was going on with everyone else. I concentrated on Esme below me and found solace in the fact that she was talking softly to Emmet, who was below her. No change there. It seemed like nothing too big had really happened since the last time I was conscious.

"Is he up yet?" Emmett asked her, sounding eager and annoyed. A part of me was curious as to who he could have been talking about. I blinked, setting my head on my paws and concentrating on the sounds of the building.

"I'm not sure, dear. Do you want me to try to talk to him again?" Esme sounded tired and strained. In all honestly, I felt kind of bad for the kind mother of the vamps. If any of them deserved this hellish reality, it definitely wasn't her.

Emmett paused below her and then responded. "Yeah, give it another try." Esme sighed and I waited for what was about to happen.

"Jacob, dear? Are you awake?" I jumped slightly when I realized that the pair had been conversing about me. Oh. I now understood Emmett's comments.

But how do I respond? I quite obviously can't talk and couldn't even phase back without clothes. If I growled, I just knew the feds would shoot me back down.

I settled for scratching the tile with a nail and hoped she would be able to hear my signal.

"I don't know, Emmett. He started digging into the floor but that doesn't necessarily mean he‘s awake," she replied to Emmett's question of my current status. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Forget it. I didn't exactly care anyway.

Suddenly, static came up on a nearby walkie-talkie and I watched as one of the surrounding officers dug into his pockets, his eyes trained on my form, and pulled out a small black device. He pushed a little red button and someone's voice echoed from it.

"Hey, Bud, we heard that the wolf boy's awake. That true?" Wolf Boy. Great, I now had a fitting nickname among my enemies. This just kept getting better and better.

"Yeah, Richardson, he's up. Not doing too much, though. I think he's still a bit out of it." The asshole named Bud started to snicker and I snarled under my breath. There was a pause on the other side as I waited for ‘Richardson's' response.

"Well, uh, I don't know how to say this but...has he said anything about needing clothes?" I perked my ears up at this question. That's odd. I had just thought that I really could use some clothes...

Bud roared out a laugh and snorted. "I don't think you get the whole premise of ‘being in the form of a wolf.' He can't speak, Richardson. He only communicates in growls and grunts. Pretty funky, actually." I rolled my eyes at the term funky and nestled my head into the crook of my arm. "Why you asking?"

There was a second pause on the other line before Richardson's nasal voice came replying. "You know that smartass vampire, Edward? The one with the reddish hair? Topaz eyes?" I looked up in curiosity as Edward came into the conversation. What the hell did he have anything to do with my lack of clothes?"

Now it was Bud's turn to roll his eyes. "Man, they all got topaz eyes. I know which one you mean, though. Fitzgerald hates his guts," he chortled out. "What about him?"

There was a nervous chuckle on the other end as impatience settled in. Why couldn't they just speed up this conversation? "Well, Bud, you're not going to believe it. The son of a bitch comes up to the door of his cell and taps the glass. Now, I'm one of the guys that are on patrol for his cell so I get up since no one else will. I unlock the door and ask him what's wrong. He just stands there, this blank look on his face, and goes "Jacob would like some clothes." All polite and shit. Can you believe that?"

And then it all made sense. I started cracking up, though to them it must have sounded like I was choking. All eyes of the agents turned on me in slight nervousness and horror but I didn't care. Oh, this was just too rich. I continued to laugh as Bud replied into the walkie-talkie with a shaky voice.

"Uh...Richardson...I think wolf boy's having an asthma attack or something." This only made me laugh harder as I rolled around on the tile floor.

"Nope, Bud. Edward says he's laughing." This caused another round of laughter to bubble from my lips as I realized Edward was reading my mind. Ah, this seemed like the first moment I had ever been grateful for his usually annoying talent.

Bud watched me with hesitant eyes and then dryly asked into the walkie-talkie, "What does he need clothes for?"

I snorted and rolled my eyes. I never really realized it but humans were kind of on the dumb side.

Richardson paused again and it was now that I realized that during these pauses, Edward was talking to him and supplying him with lines and answers. Amazing.

"Edward says he needs them so he can change back into human form. If you want my opinion, I would rather have him in human form than wolf. Seems safer to me, you know?" I barked out a chuckle as Bud nodded, his eyes widening briefly.

"Yeah, I got you. Where we're gonna get clothes to fit him, I don't know." Oh. That was actually a good point. It wasn't like these guys who were all the average 6'1'' would have clothes on to fit me. I sighed and immediately lost hope.

"Hey, you," Bud called out to an agent behind me. "You look about the same size, give an inch or two. Go bring in another one of your uniforms." A man about 6'5'' and muscular enough to pass for Emmett ran past and out the door. Well, if being in human form meant wearing a bulletproof uniform, I guess I would take it, though then nothing would happen if they ever had reason to shoot me again. I decided I wouldn't point that out once I had changed back.

I then had a thought. If Edward was going to go out of his way for clothes...would he for something else? Hey, Edward, I don't want to push it but do you think you could get them to bring me some food? I'm starved up here. I tried to think it as polite as possible. Oh, and thanks a lot for the clothes idea.

If I could cross my fingers, I would have. I could feel my stomach growling in desire of food. I hadn't eaten in almost 48 hours and had been too distracted to really notice the growing hunger in the pit of my abdomen.

There was static on the walkie-talkie and then the irritating sound of Richardson's voice floated through the room. "Er...Bud, we also got the suggestion that we should keep our captives healthier from Edward and that we should feed Jacob."

Yes! I barked happily and wagged my tail in joy. Go Edward! I mentally shouted. You show ‘em!

Bud stared at the walkie-talkie in shock and then shook his head. "Fine," he grumbled under his breath before turning to one of the men to the right of him. "You, go get the dog something to eat. I don't care how you do it and I don't care what you bring. Unplug the goddamn vending machine and drag it down here, if you have to."


Timothy's Point of View

"So, let me get this straight, you're gonna take that knife, slice my arm, and then throw me into a cell with a vampire? What the hell, man? I'm not doing this." I looked over at the prisoner as the agents prepped him for the first round of testing. We didn't drag these bastards up here for them to deny us their help.

"Look, Sunshine, you've got no say in the matter and neither do the rest of you, for that fact." I turned to address all ten prisoners and looked them all in the beady eyes. "You're all going to go through this, no matter what. Some of you may be lucky and survive, some may not. Personally, I don't give a shit who lives and who dies here as long as it ain't me. Now listen up," I agitatedly snapped my fingers as one in the back reached for the rosary beads around his neck and started praying. "We're going to do it one by one. We got a schedule to keep up here and the selection of who goes is random."

They peered back at me, the fear starting to grow in their eyes. I felt a bit smug; this was probably the first time any of them had actually been scared in a long, long time.

"Hell, dude, this is bullshit! I don't deserve this! I got rights, man, rights! What about my wife and kids, huh? What they gonna do? I can't support no family if I'm getting chowed down on by some freaky dude with fangs!" A prisoner stood up, his orange uniform dirty and mud streaked. His tattoos wound up and around his arms and I rolled my eyes.

Another prisoner lifted his head and barked out a laugh. In a deep voice, he smugly corrected the outraged prisoner. "You ain't gonna be able to support any family when you're sittin' your ass in jail." He chortled and shook his head.

"Hey, keep to your own damn business, Santos. Don't tell me you don't feel robbed of your rights in this damned place!" I grumbled and rubbed my temples as the prisoner shouted back at the other one.

Santos stood up, towering over the other one. "Why don't you just shut your mouth? You're gonna die Bobby, just accept that fact-"

"Woah, woah, woah!" I let out an incredulous huff as a tiny man in the back stood up, palms raised in surprise. "Look, I can't die!" he exclaimed in a high pitched squeal with a New York accent. "I'm only in here from some, uh, money stuff, you know? A coincidence with my dead mother-in-laws banking accounts, right? I shouldn't die for that!" He waved his arms around and I leaned along the wall in quiet irritation.

"Shut your damn mouth, Jet. We all know you stole that money!" Bobby yelled. Suddenly, all ten prisoners were screaming and demanding we ‘respect their rights' and ‘take them back to their cells'. When their petty riot started getting out of hand, I stepped up.

"Hey! Calm the hell down, now!" My voice rose in volume and they all paused. Two in the back had their hands around each other's necks as all the others were screaming in each other's faces. "We're not changing our minds on this. Look, I said some may survive! You're not all gonna die!"

Bobby gave me a blank stare. "And how the hell do we survive?"

I shrugged and grabbed the one I had called Sunshine by the collar. "Depends on what vamp you get. Now, come on. You're up first." All the other prisoners sunk into their seats and started pleading for exit as I dragged the first prisoner out of the room and into a narrow hallway. Two other officers followed along, their guns at the ready in case he started any funny business.

"Alright, listen up." I rolled his sleeve up over his elbow and leaned him against the wall. "The cell you're going into is on this floor. We're gonna cut your arm just a bit until there's visible blood, and then we shove you in, got it?" I hastily grabbed the large knife from one of the agents and stuck the tip into the crook of his arm.

"Hold on, man! Hold on!" I looked up in exasperation. What now? He had his free hand to his head and was running his fingers hastily through his blonde buzz cut. He looked young, about twenty three or twenty four with steel blue eyes. I took a moment to wonder what he had done to get him in jail in the first place. He, surprisingly, looked like a good kid.

"What?" I spat, tapping my foot eagerly. He gulped and reached into his front pocket.

"Look, man, I know you don't owe me nothing, but come on, man. I'm giving my life to science, here, you gotta...you gotta..." I watched in awe as tears sprung to his eyes. He looked down and shook his head.

"I got to what?" I asked quietly, staring at the prisoner before me. He looked up and wiped a drop of tears from the corners of his eyes.

"I know I screwed up real bad, but you gotta give this to my daughter. Please, man? When her momma died, I know I made mistakes but come on." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold, expensive looking locket. For a second, I wonder if he had stolen it. "It was her momma's, man. She wanted her to have it when she was older but I...I...I kept it. Please, man! It won't take you too much to look her up in the orphanages." He was pleading, begging me, to give this little necklace to his daughter. I sighed.

"Yeah, alright. What's her name?" I peeled the locket open, curious if there was a picture in it. Inside, neatly pried in, was a small picture of a family; a young man who was obvious the one before me in neat, fancy looking clothes with a beautiful woman of about the same age. She had her dark hair down around her face and over her shoulders and the little girl in her arms was grinning widely at the camera.

"Brianna," he whispered. "Brianna Jefferson. You'll do it for me, right? Tell her I love her, man. Tell her I'm so sorry I ever introduced her momma to those men. Tell her I'm sorry I left her and got hooked on all that bad shit." I looked up from the picture and nodded as if under a spell. I gulped and grabbed his arm and pulled him down closer to the cell door of Jasper's room. He sighed in relief as I slipped the little, delicate necklace into the pocket of my jeans.

"You," I addressed one of the agents. "Go on in." He nodded and yanked open an almost invisible door next to the cell door. It was so starch white that unless you saw the white doorknob, you would never know it was there. The agent walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Now, onto you," I sighed and repositioned the knife in my hands. "You ready?" I looked into the unnaturally cool eyes of the prisoner before me. He opened his lips and gave a shaky breath.

"Yes sir, I'm ready to die," he whispered, his head held high. I blinked and then nodded as I looked back down at his arm. I placed the steel tip at the correct spot and gave a slight push. It slid right through the first layer of creamy flesh and I dragged it down the length of his arm, ignoring the gasp of pain that he released.

When I reached about halfway down his arm, I drew the knife out and stared as the crimson blood ran down his arm and weaved all the way to his fingertips where it dropped onto the floor like burgundy tears. I tore my gaze from it and turned to the one agent left.

"I'm gonna go in that room, alright? In 30 seconds, open the cell door and push him in, no matter what happens. Got it?" The agent gave a nod, or whatever type of gesture he could in his bulletproof, bulky uniform.

I shared one last glance at the prisoner and then turned my back on him and pulled on the white little doorknob. It came open with a pull and I stepped in and closed it. Inside were all types of machines and devices and several chairs with several scientists seated in them with clipboards and pens at the ready. In the front was Dr. Mitchells, so close to the glass before him that I thought he was pressed right against it. And in the back, with several secret security agents surrounding him was the President.

I turned to look out the glass window, as every single other person in the observatory room was, to peer at Jasper who was contained within his cell and clueless as to the fact that we watched him. He was pulling at his hair, looking up every second or two in agitation. I wondered what was attracting his attention that was above him.

He slammed his head into the wall, looking devastated and agonized. I swallowed and dropped my hand into my pocket and felt the silky chain weave through my fingers. I lifted it out to take a second look and flipped it over. On the back was an engraving that read "To Brianna. With Love, Mommy and Daddy. 2007." I sighed and then dropped it back into my pocket. I would have to get right on that, I decided.

I turned my attention from the locket back to the setting before me. Jasper was watching the door with wide, expecting eyes and then, slowly, the door opened.

I gulped, did I even want to watch this?