Zoork clenched his fists, his gaze focused on the ground. "Exactly how many?"

"Well, there were seven, but three of them fell. Sources are saying Leon died a while ago, but Orri and..." He stopped speaking and looked at the captives. "Jolene." He smiled as he watched Vanilla's lips drop and her eyes widen, but that didn't affect him and he continued speaking like whatever he said meant nothing. "These tragedies mean only one thing, you need to replace them or this whole organization falls apart. So how about it, let us in. We deserve it."

The Australian man shook his head. "You and Meth have never taken me seriously, but that changes today. If not.." He swayed his head from left to right while smiling, almost like he was thinking about something. "I kill the bloke you call the Wanderer and..."

"Why are you lying," Vanilla said. "Why?"

"Oi, did I give ya permission to speak?"

Like a dam breaking, her emotions flowed through, inevitably ready to trash anything in front, but she was cut off.

Zoork intervened, "Enough. The faster this ends, the better. Peter, you can call yourself a Geriatric, but do you really think this was the way to go about it? You're not that stupid."

"See now you're getting somewhere. I'm not a shriveled cunt like ya, but... I reckon that this was the best way. Thanks to some sources, we were told it was now or never. Perhaps we could have stopped the deaths of those oh so poor Geriatrics, but if we did, then we'd never be able to join."

Vanilla was silent, not sure how to feel; however, a hope thumped in her like that of a defibrillator being used on a dead man. It's a bluff is what she wanted to believe... She clenched her teeth and spoke while breathing heavily, "You out of all people wouldn't listen to the heroes-"

"Heroes?" He gripped his boomerang and raised it in the air. "Ya are gravely mistaken if ya think it was them. That would be wishful thinking. I hate to be a downer, but fortunately for us, it was someone with more bloody power than the heroes themselves. Many know him as Benjamin." He stopped looking at Vanilla and smiled at Zoork. "But of course, you already could tell who I was going to say."

"Don't forget about me, I'm also going to be a Ger-" Darnold tried speaking.

Peter held up his finger. "Oi quit being a whacka, the adults are talking." He looked at Zoork and then at Vanilla. "I'll show you bloody cunts how..." He raised his hand in the air and gripped it. "How pathetic the Wanderers are." From the way he stood to the way his face lit up in passion, there was not an ounce of hesitance in his Aussie blood. Not a whiff.

Zoork wanted to speak, but he didn't. He feared that the situation would spiral into a worsened state, not like it could get much worse, but he didn't want Vanilla to grow even more worried. She was already overcome with confusion and sorrow, easily told by her zoned-out face, an expression of a sloth in the process of expressing its emotions.

"Darnold, show them around," Peter said, gripping his boomerang. "I'll be there soon."

He nodded his head and pointed at the mercenaries to move; they pushed Zoork and Vanilla towards the mansion, and they did so without difficulty because there was no resistance from their hostages. It didn't take long for them to depart the area.

Peter stood tall, his breaths paced as he watched everyone leave. Only until everyone was out of his peripheral vision did he turn around. He scratched his head with one hand as he walked towards a sleeping Arthur, and he stood over him, pointing his boomerang at him. "G'day mate." After no reply, he kicked Arthur, facing him upwards. "Oi quit actin, you're awake."

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He in fact was not awake. His eyes were bloodshot red, to the point where fluid dwindled down his cheeks, and his face was pale white, almost as insipid as white-people food.

Peter crouched on the ground and tilted his head as repeatedly pushed his boomerang into Arthur's face. He was almost sure that the wanderer was awake because how else could he have been restoring his Tuam? He stood up and spit on the floor. "Have a cup of concrete and harden the fuck up, you bloody cunt." His disappointment was great, he was hoping to see more of the supposed wanderer. However, he wasn't too distraught since as he walked into the mansion's front yard, he couldn't help but smile; staring at all the dead members of the Wanderers gave him hope that he was enough to be a Geriatric, and the fact that he converted a majority of the members to be on his side was humbling, to say the least. It didn't take him long to meet up with the others, anyways any members that were opposed to him were either murdered or put hostage.

They were on the seventh floor inside the main conference room, but other than that, all other spaces were empty, leaving a graveyard silence. In the dim light, Peter and Darnold sat on seats, while two mercenaries held guns to Zoork and Vanilla.

"Why are you doing all this?" Zoork asked. "This is melodramatic even for someone like yourself."

"I know it is," Peter said with his hands behind his head. "I know," he said, sighing and looking at Darnold. "Ain't it?"

"Yeah... This. This is amazing."

"Now what?" Zoork asked, his gaze wavering once to Vanilla and then locking onto the others. He wasn't interested in whatever Peter had to say, but he needed time to think about what to do, whether or not he should try and teleport out or even fight their way out of this situation was all dependent.

However, the situation wasn't optimal.

"We wait or ya could have a wank while we idle for that bloody fucker Meth. What ya say?"

"How?" Vanilla asked.

"Pardon?" Peter said.

Zoork looked Vanilla in the eyes and shook his head, but she didn't care.

"How did she die?"

"Piss off with that won't ya? That fucker got what was coming to her. Now you being her sister, ain't got shit to do with me."

"You knew and you didn't stop it," she said, closing her eyes. "You..." She opened her eyes as they flashed back and forth between black and white. The aura released from her vision was sheer poison, specifically, radiation. A blast more potent than an atomic bomb, yet it was more controlled than a sniper. She faced Peter.

Zoork jabbed the individual behind him in the throat and grabbed the gun before any shots were fired, and he shifted the weapon towards the other member shooting him in the head.

In literal seconds, the hostages were now the abductors. Vanilla sprung to the floor and grabbed her face, it was covered with bulging white veins and burns, but it wasn't compared to Peter, her scars were nothing; his body resembled that of a reptilian, and despite that, he still lived; though he was left to remain on his seat and try screaming in agony, and unfortunately for him, his vocal cords wouldn't let him since they were far too damaged to work. He was simply left in agony.

"I-I-I," Darnold said with his hands up. "I was forced to do this. I-I swear."

"Shut the fuck up," Zoork said, focusing on Vanilla. "I'll let everyone know it's over. This is all..." He clenched his fist.

"I... Sir, there's a slight problem with that."

Zoork simply glanced at him.

Darnold was spooked as he gulped and stared at the floor. "Peter told the men to not stop no matter what anyone said, including you. They'll only stop once Meth..."

"Give me your phone," Zoork said, grabbing his phone and looking at him. "Help Vanilla as much as you can until we get her the treatment she needs." He ignored her screams and focused on the phone, typing in a number, but suddenly, the number that he wanted to fully put in was calling.

"Yo," Meth said. "I know. I know. Stuff probably isn't looking that great, but don't worry, your hero has arrived. I'm here."

Zoork didn't reply, he just ended the call and threw the phone against the wall. He turned around towards the screams and pushed Darnold out of the way. "We're moving to medical, right now. Make sure no motherfuckers shoot us."

He nodded his head as he clutched his eyes shut.

Zoork held Vanilla and slammed his shoulder against the door breaking through it. They all moved towards the medical station, a desperate need, or Vanilla would succumb to injuries.

Near the forest, around where the deers exploded, a helicopter descended, and in it was Meth. He smiled at his mansion and the potential chaos inside it. He jumped off the vehicle and watched it fly away. "Home Sweet Home," he said, but he paused and turned around. "Aren't I right, Arthur?"