Ringleader dragged Xombie through the halls. Their once noble representation, now oppressive with the realization that Nighthawk, once a friend of Offtopic was the killer. That this was HIS mansion, HIS night, HIS murders. Ringleader kept running while Xombie struggled to break his bonds. “Goddamnit Ring slow down!” Xombie Yelled at him. “No can do Xombie! We need to keep running until we get to somewhere safe.” Ring said without breaking a sweat at full speed. Ringleader rounded a corner, where Xombie hit his head on the corner itself. “OW!” He yelled. Ringleader looked behind him for the briefest moment, then kept running. He found the stairs to the upstairs attic and threw Xombie up through the hatch. Without a seconds hesitation, Ringleader leaped up after him and closed the hatch. The attic was dark and clumped with useless antiques. Mannequins, shelves, even a car (somehow) was in the attic. Ringleader ignored all of that, looking for anything that could cut through Xombie’s rope bonds. He settled for a machete he found. The edge was rusted but still sharp. Ringleader grabbed and started cutting Xombies bonds. “Careful Ring, careful!” “I’m trying Xombie so calm your tits!” “They are calm! You’re trying to rile them up!” Ringleader finally cut through the bonds. Xombie shook the remaining rope of his hands and feet. “Free at last! Now, what’s the plan to make some Chicken nuggets out of Nighthawk?” Ring turned to look at the car. “Well, he may see us rolling, and be hating.” __________________ Nighthawk wandered the halls, an Android Phone in one hand, Lee’s gun in his other. The Chamber was full. He checked the corners, checked the rooms, the closets, and couldn’t find them. “Where are you…?” He thought to himself. Nighthawk came to a bathroom, where he had killed Lord Graviton while he shat. Blood still coated the floor. Nighthawk sighed. “You shouldn’t have betrayed me Grav…” *Actually, I didn’t.* Nighthawk spun around fired off three shots, only to see a ghostly image of Lord Graviton standing there, unharmed. “Grav?! You’re alive?!” He looked down at the lower half of his body, only to see a combined Ghost tail where his legs should’ve been. “Oh never mind. I guess you came back to haunt me?” *Damn straight Hawk.* Graviton said. *You -blam!-ing killed me even though I didn’t do shit to you.* Nighthawk lowered his gun. Anger boiled up in him. “Bullshit, you told the Church of Bernthal of the society’s deeds and watched as we were torn apart. You were the main point in which I-“ *That ain’t true Nighthawk. I told no one.* Graviton stated. *I remember that I left when the shit began to hit the fan. Beep was the one you needed to kill. He betrayed the society after all.* Nighthawk simply stared at him emotionless. *Did you hear me?* “Oh, I heard you. After I’m done with Xombie and Ring, the other members will die. Perhaps in new and creative ways, I wonder...You should have never left Grav. Never. If you didn’t, maybe you’d still be alive.” Nighthawk stated. Gravitons ghost sighed. *Guess you are lost. Well then, hope you get killed Nighthawk!* And with that, Graviton disappeared. _________________ Ringleader and Xombie tried to push the car, only to be met with defeat again. They slumped to the ground, their tired backs against the bumper. “Maybe..whew...we should..wheeze....try again?” Said Ring. “Again? You just say that like it will do anything Ring!” Xombie retorts. *I agree.* They both snapped up to see Gravitons spirit hovering over them. *You -blam!-ers are either gonna kill Nighthawk or your asses are gonna get haunted in the afterlife.* “Grav?!” They both yelled. *Yep. I’m only here because A, you suck dingleberries for letting me shit without a phone. And B, I came here to warn you Nighthawk is gonna come up here and kill you.* With that tidbit of info, they heard Nighthawk yell from down the hall. “Tweet tweet little birdies, the momma -blam!-er is coming to kill ya!!” Xombie just raised an eyebrow. “The best he could come up with is ‘Tweet Tweet’?” Ringleader got up. “Well if we can’t get this car moving we need a plan. Grab, any chance your Force ghost form can help us out?” Graviton turned to look at him. *It’s actually Void Ghosting. Get it right. As for help, I just did. He knows where you are thanks to a tracker on Xombie’s cuffs.* Graviton then gazed toward a barrel. *But if you grab those, you might survive.* And with that, he disappeared without a trace.