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Oh... that's dark)) - Diablo's head snapped up as a phone buzzed. Not that he wanted to invade personal privacy, but it could be helpful information to him. He glanced at it, then stumbled backwards in shock. -Oh. My. God- He thought, blinking in complete and utter shock. That's when the door opened and the agent came in. -Crap crap crap- Diablo thought, then made the split second decision not to run. "Help her. She got stabbed, please, you can take me in just make sure she's ok. I did everything I could but it probably wasn't enough- I don't have hospital items. She seriously needs medical help and probably mental help as well, so just make sure she is ok and I'll come willingly." Diablo said quietly, raising his hands. "Help her..." He repeated with his head bowed
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Jessica stared at Diablo for a second then her eyes landed on flare. "Fine I'll take her to the hospital but then you are going where you belong." Jessica walked over "hands behind your back" she said.
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Diablo's hands were trembling. He glanced at them, his face downcast. He then turned around and put them behind his back, his head bowed in defeat. "You have no idea where I belong." He muttered under his breath. Diablo really hoped the woman... the injured one... was going to be ok. He knew exactly how losing someone felt, and it had led him to accidentaly commit murder, so he really hoped she was stronger than he was... mentally. Diablo closed his eyes and waited to feel cold handcuffs around his wrists, not making any move to escape. Why should he... well, also, it was usually easier to escape from prison than most people thought. The guards were uderpaid and really just wanted someone to care about them. Diablo cared about everyone, so it usually wasn't hard to have someone turn their back and stand a little too close so he could steal their keys and sneak out. Edited at November 3, 2023 01:51 PM by Wild West Warmbloods
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Jessica placed the handcuffs on Diablo. "You are going to an FBI prision. One that no one gets out of." She smirked and then called for a stretcher for Flare.
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Flare woke up in a hospital three days later. She turned her head and grabbed her phone. When she saw the message about Chase she began to cry. After a moment she stood and changed into an all black outfit. Then she walked to the FBI prison, grabbing her keys as she went. When she reached Diablo's cell she smiled "Hey, you miss me?" she asked playfully. "Follow me i might have drugged oh like everyone in the building to get you out. I have a safe house that's off the grid a ways away from here." She said unlocking the cell door. She knew what she was doing was going to result in her being labled as a criminal but she couldn't care less.
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Diablo tensed his jaw and took in a slow breath. He did as asked, though, and went willingly with no fuss. He then sat in a prison thinking of a plan to escape. Not that he was rushed or anything... not like he had any better place to go. The steel walls and dank cot weren't the most welcoming, but they were better than what his brain looked like right now. Pure grief and chaos. Diablo was sitting with his head in his hands when he heard a voice... not familiar but the words were weird. Why would he miss anyone? Everyone he cared about was gone. He lifted his dull eyes and glanced at the person, looking surprised. "You're ok!" He sounded shocked, standing. "Wait wha-" Diablo tilted his head when she spoke more. "Why would ou help me. I'm a criminal convicted of murdering. You would become one, too. Not the best idea." He sighed a little, glancing around the cell. He would NOT want her to end up in the same thing... but then again... her life was pretty miserable too right now. Maybe a prison cell wasn't that bad of thing that could happen. "But ok... thank you. I'm still confused, though." Diablo pointed out quietly, glancing around before silently walking out.
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Flare led him to her car and waited as he slipped in. Then she started the egine and began to drive. After a moment she began to speak " My childhood was a mess, my parent's hated me. Then they were killed and i was sent to live with my uncle who was worse if that was even possible." She paused drawing in a sharp breath." when i became an adult I married a man who had Russian root's just like me. I thought i had found love, but a week after Chase was born he revealed he was nothing but a monster. He was the one who stabbed me, HE KILLED MY SON!. I'm helping you because you're the first person to truly care."
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Jessica was sitting in church. At her mother's funeral. Tears streamed down her face. After she had locked diablo uo she got a call from her dad saying that her mom was dying. She had rushed to the hospital. When she got there she'd gotten 10 minutes with her mom before she died, She buried her face in James' shoulder. Juels held her hand. Her family understood. Of course they did.
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Diablo glanced around with his searching, grief filled, deep amber eyes before stalking out and slipping into the car Flare gestured at. He sat and listened to her story, working his jaw back and forth as he thought. "That's terrible, for one. He sounds like an awful man. I just really want to help people, and I want to care... Harry wasn't supposed to die. I wish he hadn't. I want to make it right but I can't. All I can do moving forward is help more people... actually care and possibly give them the love they need. There's this shelter I am dedicated to funding... they don't know who I am, but they are grateful for what I give, and it just makes me feel whole that I can actually help instead of hurt." Diablo mumbled quietly, staring out the windshield. "Thank you... thank you for helping me. I don't deserve it."
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"Oh please i was a russian assassin for 2 years before i became an NSA agent. Everyone deserves a second chance." As she said this she pulled down a small dirt road and into a driveway. After stopping the car she jumped out. Diablo's dog Rex had already been brought to the safe house by her freind Taylor, the only person who knew about it.
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