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   A light noise left the Security Guard as he felt his back thump against the wall. With a slight frown upon his features, he looked up towards the taller man. “Certainly have my attention now. Though there had to be a more subtle way of getting it..” Probably was, but it seemed Simon was used to such treatment. And thus - wasn’t too annoyed by it. 

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✍️ - Write something on my muse - Eli

   Simon could feel something on the back of his neck. Something that felt rather much like the tip of a pen. “What are you doing back there?” He questioned with furrowed eyebrows; keeping still so not to cause the pen to smear all over the place. He just hoped it wasn’t something rude being written there, in permanent marker. 

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“…and here I thought I had a death wish - okay, bring it on, Elijah.”

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“Oh my-…it’s fine, just don’t look at it.” > Alex/Mathias

“...how am I supposed to proof read your dissertation if I’m not to look at it?” Mathias asked, raising an eyebrow at the woman, “If you’re not comfortable with me going over it, I don’t have to but...this was your idea.”

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“I know it hurts.” > Eli/Maggie

“Then can you please just cut it out?” Maggie grumbled, flinching as Elijah continued to attempt to untangle a rat’s nest in her hair, “I have hair trimming scissors you know.”

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“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…” - Elijah

   Being trapped wasn’t all that desired for the ex-guard.

   The tired looking man stared at the elevator’s control panel; as if expecting his rather pissed off gaze to simply force the machine back into life. Failing that, a hand moved forward to rapidly jab at the ground floor button. For such an intelligent man, Simon sure had his ‘duh’ moments. But he didn’t care too much about that.

   He really didn’t like being trapped. Not after the Asylum…

   Finally giving up on pressing all the wrong buttons for the elevator, Simon leaned upon his cane as he looked towards the young man also stuck in the elevator with him. Well, at least he wouldn’t be alone in here. “Most likely… maintenance do love to keep people waiting when the elevators get stuck.”

   Maybe they had a secret poll about who would break in the confined space the fastest? Hell if Simon knew, but if they kept him waiting too long, he’ll smack them about with his cane if he had to.

   “I knew I should have taken the stairs.” Though with his gummy leg, it would have taken him half the day to go down several flights of stairs. 

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Double Vision

He’d escaped…slipped right out from under her, out into the vastness of the Colorado wilderness - the serial killer, the butcher who haunted her dreams was on the run once again, along with dozens…no, hundreds more just like him; Edward Gluskin…as well as countless other dangerous psychopaths had run from the walls of Mount Massive to wreak havoc on the world beyond the asylum like rats fleeing a natural disaster…sliding though the fingers of a pair who sought vengeance in the purest sense.

At first Maggie and Mathias had thought themselves mistaken, had searched the entire facility from top to bottom no less than four times, the truth being driven inescapably home…Eddie Gluskin had fled…and their mission was a failure; they didn’t know how long they had stayed in his workshop, seeking out clues, any hint as to where he could have gone, only to turn up nothing, “How can this…what…what are we supposed to…fuck…fuck!” Maggie cried angrily, slamming her fists down so hard on the table saw the metal bowed and dented, struggling to keep the frustrated tears from escaping her eyes.

Mathias was silent, teeming with quiet rage as his mismatched eyes focused on the mutilated corpses of patients, staged in some perverse efforts to simulate a delivery room, shaking in disgust as he drove his fist through the wall before turning to face his twin, “…this isn’t over, Margaret…not by a long shot…that fucker…we’ve tracked him before…we’ll track him again.” he murmured softly, though his voice trembled with barely contained anger as he approached his sister, placing his bleeding hands over her own wounded digits.

It took a moment for the two to regain any true semblance of composure, their breath ragged as they stood their in silence, unable to find any words to comfort one another, mismatched eyes stinging with tears as her gaze roved over the carnage that filled the space, “You’re right, Mathias…we’ll find him…I swear it…him and others like him…people who’ve destroyed lives, ripped apart families with no regard.” Maggie muttered bitterly, as she allowed her brother to lead her from the space and into the early morning light, both breaking out into a run the moment the rental car loomed into view, “We will not be denied our vengeance…no one like us will ever be born again - we will kill the killers, the child rapists and molesters, the sexual offenders and those who’ve committed violent crimes.” Mathias replied quietly as he slid into the passenger seat as Maggie slid behind the wheel, “Yeah…we’ll hunt them down one by one until Gluskin is back within our grasp…and then…we’ll will end his cycle of bloodshed.’

Three months later, true to their word, The Steins were tailing their fifth heinous criminal, one Gregory Lee Scott - for all outward appearances, a very plain, run of the mill fellow in his late thirties who was seemingly well liked, respectable member of society…while in truth, he was a thrice charged child predator, his well to do parents having paid huge out of court settlements to keep the families of his victims quiet, and lord knows how many others went unaccounted for - even during her observation of him, Maggie witnessed Gregory attempt to lure a small boy to come with him to his car and she had to fight the near uncontrollable urge to take him out right then and there…thankfully the boy’s mother was nearby and called him in for lunch before the deviant had a chance to coax him further and with a rueful sigh, she turned tail and went to meet up with her brother at their usual coffee shop.

“I have the building layout down - where the camera’s are, the air duct network, and the floor plan of the penthouse.” Mathias remarked quietly as she slid into the chair beside him, schematics of the building up on the screen of his laptop, “Good…all that we need now is a way in.” Maggie murmured softly, taking a sip of the iced coffee her brother had purchased for her and raking her fingers back through her bangs, “Way ahead of you - there’s a party this Friday.” Mathias replied evenly, taking a bite of bagel and absentmindedly adjusting his eyepatch, “Open to the public, BYOB…my thoughts are we intermingle with an incoming group, make small talk with some of the party goers…” he trailed off, as he watched his sister’s good eye light up, “…slip off, deal with Scott, return before anyone knows we were gone, get drunk and do ‘the walk of shame’ home the next morning - excellent work.” she finished, nudging her brother with her toe, “Let it never be said that our anal retentive attention to details never yielded positive results.”

Plans set, Mathias closed out the window with the apartment floor plans and shut the laptop, tearing off a section of bagel and pressing it into his sister’s hand, “You okay?” he asked gently, watching her as took a small bite, “...he tried to lure a little boy, Mathias...in broad daylight...that’s how little regard he has.” Maggie mumbled softly, looking visibly upset, something that in and of itself was a rarity and he quickly squeezed his twin’s hand, “...don’t worry, Margaret...only two more days and he’ll never be able to harm so much as one more child.” Mathias murmured softly, catching his sister’s gaze; she nodded mutely and finished the bit of bagel he handed her before rising from her seat, “Come on...we need to plan our disguises for the party.” she muttered, collecting the laptop as Mathias got to his feet, fishing around in his back pocket before tossing a twenty on the table and falling in stride with his twin.

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Maggie shifted herself through the air vent, inwardly shaking her head - for the quote un quote leader in biometric security, breaking in to Mount Massive had been painfully simple...as had slipping into the main security room, knocking out the guard on duty and setting to work freeing the “prisoners” by unlocking every last cell in the building; she could hear the bedlam taking place outside - it was none of her concern - the majority of the people on staff deserved whatever they got...all the people on staff deserved what they got, as there was no real way to turn a blind eye to what was happening to those poor patients.

She came to a grate shifting herself and kicking it with enough force to tear the screws free, easily leaping to the ground and taking off sprinting around a corner and balking as she found herself frighteningly close to a pair of clear, silvery blue eyes and the cogs in her brain immediately clicked to quarry; she’d sent a roundhouse kick crashing into the person’s head before she even knew quite what she had done, watching the man crumple to the floor as long auburn hair puddled on the ground as his hat flew across the room, “...shit.”

Maggie gingerly approached the man - long hair, way too long to be a patient, dressed in a security officer uniform, complete with a name tag, ‘...Slang Spokes? ...seriously? You’re not going to go with a less fake name than that?’ she mused, raising an eyebrow as she continued to look him over - clearly he wasn’t whom he was pretending to be...not that that was any of her business...still...she couldn’t just leave him here, if that was the case, since it meant he had nothing to do with the patient’s suffering.

She eased his head onto her lap and kept her ears perked - it was her fault that he had ended up like this, so it stood to reason it was her responsibility to look after him til he got his wits about him, ‘...I hope he wakes up quickly...I don’t see Gluskin sticking around the same location long.’

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