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A Joint Story Experiment:

ME: The crosshairs rested on the back of the target's skull. The assassin sat poised, ready to fire the moment everything was right. The target slowly rose from the table and turned to look in his very direction. Icy blue eyes peeked from beneath dangling blonde bangs. The killer's breath caught in his lungs as it did before every shot. He squeezed the trigger with practiced ease and closed his eyes as the target hit the ground. He never looked after the shots.

THEM: what the assassin didn't realize is that the shot just bounced of the victims cheek, leaving a red mark. As the assassin turned his back he heard a chilling death cry and was smashed from behind. Seeing only a swirl of light, he head spun and hit the ground.

ME: He awoke to find himself surrounded by darkness. At first the only sound he could hear was the steady dripping of water. But he slowly became aware of a mechanical noise in the distance, though it seemed far away. He tried to lift his head from the cold ground and winced in pain. He noticed he was bound and surmised it was only a matter of time until they killed him.

THEM: What he didn't actually realize is that the mechanical noise was a machine with the power to distribute such horrific tortures (at least that was all he could imagine). As his vision came into focus, he saw a light far down the hall. With shadows dancing along the walls, he could see someone was strapped down to what looked like an examination table. Amid the haunting screams, the assassin could hear muffled laughter.

ME: He also heard what sounded like a child's voice, though at this point he knew he could be halucinating due to blood loss. He began to move his hands around as best he could. Luckily he was able to grasp a jagged rock and began to work to loose himself from his bonds. The escape plan began to form in his mind, but it would require all his stealth and cunning.

THEM: As his struggled with his restraints, he noticed the screaming had become more like a faint wimper, the torturers had exhausted their victim, and had not satiated their twisted desires. The dead body slumped off the table on to the floor and the two dragged him towards the assassin. A bright light shone into the assassins face and he winced his eyes. He knew they were coming for him, he was running out of time.

ME: The light was now shining in his face and he was unable to identify the men approaching him. As they threw the dead body to the ground, they picked him up and began to drag him toward the torture chamber. While still in the protection of darkness, the assassin came free of his bonds and turned on his captors, quickly rendering them unconscious with blows to the head using the rock he had found.

THEM: He ran clumsily toward the light and found himself in an room illuminated by candle light. Splatters of blood on the walls and equipment told him he must keep moving. He saw a door leading out of the room and moved towards it. When he walked throught the door he saw a staircase leading up to another level. When he got to the top he found a lighted hallway ending in a T-intersection.

ME: Left or right? How could he decide. A sudden gunshot from the right glanced off the wall beside him. Left it was. He ran quickly down the hall, looking for a window, a door, or some means of esacape. Another gunshot and he turned the corner, suddenly thrown into the air and coming to a crash landing on the floor. He looked back to see what had tripped him. To his bewilderment, a young girl stood over him. She could have not been more than 5 years old.