Hopeful

Jupiter

"So when do we head out?" I finally asked Angel.

"Tonight, at the latest," she said. "We need to get him while the shock is still there and... well, anyway, we'll go tonight."

"I think that's the best option we have, not that we have many good options," Logan added. He seemed to be trying to look towards me more than Angel, even though obviously he wanted to look at her. I tried to hold back a smile.

-Young Mr. White-

The lights in the hallway flickered. Mr. White busted through a door to his right and grabbed one of the metal chairs. He snapped two of the legs off and walked back out into the hallway. Turns out, there was another camera in the room and one of the security gaurds saw the whole incident.
The alarm blared.
He had expected everything that happened next. Two gaurds ran down the hallway coming up to Mr. White's left. He smirked as his eyes turned black. Putting his back to the wall, he waited at the edge of the adjoining hallways as he heard the rushed footsteps nearing his position.
The world blurred. As soon as the first guard rounded the corner, Mr. White jammed the metal bar through his open mouth. It exited the other end of his skull, killing him instantly. He immediately fell, face-first into the ground, jamming the metal stick into the floor propping his head up inches from the blood spotted tile.
Mr. White glanced upwards toward the next guard who stopped in his tracks. He stared at his lifeless partner, shaking uncontrollably. His eyes slowly rolled up towards Mr. White standing directly in front of him. The killer nodded with a slight smile and in one swift motion brought his hands up, grasping either side of the guard's head and twisted violently.
The body thumped onto the floor.
Wonderful. Mr. White started down the hallway. The flickering lights above him gave the sensation he was teleporting to different spots in the hallways.
A dark door resided at the end of the hallway. With one kick, Mr. White sent the flimsy door flying into the room. Three doctors and a guard ducked in bewilderment. Mr. White glanced toward the guard to his left and noticed a stun gun. His palm flew upwards meeting the gaurd's nose, smashing it to pieces. The guard reached upwards, reeling backwards in pain. White's foot flew upwards meeting the guard's chest. He stumbled farther as White snatched the stun. He then calmly walked over to one nurse and jammed the stun gun into her eye, frying it in the socket. His fist met her temple.
Two down. Two more.
One of the nurses sitting at a computer stood up and spun around, sending a fist wildy through the air. White caught the arm and threw it into his knee, snapping the bone. A piercing scream cut through the air. Mr. White then snatched the keyboard off the desk and slammed it into his face with enough force to send a tooth flying out of the nurse's mouth. He snatched a handful of the nurse's shirt and threw him into the tile covered floor, shattering his skull.
"Hello Susan," he looked at the last doctor.
The female doctor stood 10 feet in front of him in pure shock. "Sterling...I...I..."
"Sterling? I thought you had it figured by now." White took a step forward, snatching a convienently placed can of hairspray from the table.
"Wait! Wait!" Susan stammered as she stepped backwards.
White's head robotically cocked to the left, his ear diagonally facing the floor. "Well?"
"I thought we were friends..."
"Friends? You taught me ignore the meaning of that word." His face, emotionless, as if imitating a robot.
He knelt down, grabbing a lighter that had fallen out of the nurse's pocket.
"Sterling! No! I was your friend!" The young, blonde doctor bolted toward a door to her left and shook the handle.
Locked.
Her eyes met his as he slowly brought up the lighter in front of the hairspray. "Goodbye, Susan." His finger flicked the lighter and jammed the tab on the hairspray as Susan's eyes closed tightly.

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OT: Wait, wait, wait. Hold up, milady. This is NOT how it's supposed to go down. Have you even been reading my previous posts? You aren't talking to Sterling, you are talking to Young Mr. White who is Sterling White's second personality for one. Two, Young Mr. White isn't human. He doesn't react like a normal random teenager would. He doesn't talk things over and give into someone he doesn't even know, let alone a random girl. I don't mind we people take control of my character, but this was a WHOLE decision, darling. I don't mean to be rude, but could we talk this over or something? Mr. White is a pyscho-maniac far beyond than what the scientists expected. I believe you are misunderstanding the character, milady.

Note: yeah, I agree with NiteStrike, that was out of character. XD

Yea, well I'm ending the SB...I can't keep up with it because I'm too busy, so I'm really sorry if it bothered you. Post was deleted. Now, SBs over. Thank you for participating while it was working out.

NOOOOO It was getting so good tooo....

Sorry, I don't have the time or the patients for it.

I haven't decided if I want to cut it off, or just go ahead and finish it off really quickly.