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The Gambler sat near the head of the bed, legs crossed, and wrote down a small message onto the paper. A childish threat, one that would not be even read, but it was the thought that counted. The time seemed to tick by so slowly, and though he would have none of their poisoned food, he did let the candy cane he pilfered click ( Read more... )

Time for lunch ( Read more... )

Greed might have been either appalled or smug to know he'd woken up in a girl's cell block, but unfortunately for him, there weren't any girls to see. Instead, as he kicked the weakened door open and marched into the hall, he found that he was the only one in it ( Read more... )

The storm had drawn close. Dark clouds obscured the blue sky that usually graced the grounds of Landel's Institute, and the intermittent sound of thunder echoed throughout the dark, empty hallways of the hospital. The wind howled. The intercom clicked on ( Read more... )