Huntah Huntah

The Boss's eyes narrowed, before he could make a move the gun was pointed directly at his forehead. The boss did not say a word.

"No one got you in here besides yourself." Ted smiled showing a full range of pearly white teeth. "I told you all that needed to be said tonight. I think you can also figure out when I gave you the gift, if you can't than I got the wrong bomber."

"You are getting the wrong bomber, but okay." Jet replied, before going into a corner and sulked there, trying to sleep.

And day would pass. Ted spent the whole entire night watching the prisoners from his side of the room, all the while he thought on what Jet had told him. Did he really get the wrong bomber? It would be ludicrous, Ted had seen Jet's face before up close and personal as well.

When the door was unlocked with the clicks and a grr, as the locks were opened, and the big thing was pulled open. The prisoners on the other side of the room trickled out, Jet and Ted would leave last. It was breakfeast, and Ted somehow with a plateful of slop managed to sit down next to Jet.

"...What do you want." Jet bluntly asked Ted as the gunman approached him while the bomber was having his breakfast.

"You shouldn't be so tense." Ted purred, he picked up a spoon, and scooped up a dollop of the slop the prison served the slaves. "I want to escape, with you as well. Soon too, because it's gonna get real ugly if we stay." He admitted to him.

"Wow, you mean that something interesting is finally happening for the almost ten pages we've been here," Jet looked up at Ted, stars shinning in his eyes. "Finally, I can get out of this place." He remained hopeful.

"Fuck you faggot." Gog cursed as he stared down from the screen.

The shiny ethereal being floated on top of the table in front of Jet, it had just appeared. It looked left and then it looked right, with its brilliant golden eyes.

"Good." Ted smiled, "Figure out what it can do now." He waved his spoon at the figure, "otherwise we're not getting out of here."

"What?" Jet bluntly asked as he saw the being once again, "I have no idea what that is." He kept staring at the ethereal being for a while.

"Are you sure that's not your dog?"

"If anything it'd be your dog." Ted joked. All the while the whole entire slave population was looking at them, thinking of them as mere looneys for talking to thin air. The Mass Murderer looked left and then he looked right, he leaned close into Ted's ear; "I will elaborate on last night. It's a parasite that exists within you, it does not directly follow you command but your words can influence it's action. Find out it's ability, it's range and it's limitations, otherwise we're toast."

"Okay." Jet bluntly replied to Ted. "Do you know how to at least summon this?" He asked Ted.

Ted threw a hand forward in a slap, however, before it could land, The ethereal being leaped forward, and grabbed the blow before it could touch Jet's cheek. "Strange," Ted remarked, he removed his hand, and pulled back. "It didn't do that before. So I guess it's activation is a rush of emotion in the face of danger, work on replicating that feeling."

"So even something as simple as a hand slap activates it, despite not being that harmful." Jet commented. "So, this being works on feelings. What happens if I feel enmity towards someone, would the beast attack them?" He asked. He could test that theory, on someone....The boss.

"Try it." Ted purred, he smirked. "Only one way to find out."

"..." Jet turned towards the boss, who was minding his own business and eating his food. He glared at him, grew the more and more angrier as he remembered the harsh time the boss gave him. If his theory was true, the being would most likely try to attack the boss.

The silvery being floated over to the Boss, propelled by Jet's anger. It brushed it's hand gently onto the soup. With a purr, a rose grew out of it right under his nose. The Boss looked down completely confused at what was going on. Then with a boom, the Rose is exploded like a C4.