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Lily followed what Rod told her. She shot at everything sinister. In between shots, she worried about what Gabby was up to, if she was being good and staying put or not. When Jack told them to chuck the gas, she did. She was curious how they were going to light it. Her biggest mistake was watching them. Flames shot from Rod and Jack's hands, igniting the fuel.
They're using the plasmids.
Suddenly, Lily didn't feel so safe. The smell of blood and burning flesh was making her sick, and the whirling movement outside their hide away wasn't helping. The fear was the last straw. Lily turned away from the fight and retched onto the floor.
Wiping her mouth and nose on the corner of her dress, she ran back into the kitchen, scared that Gabby would be gone, or scared stupid. Relief ran through the mother's body as she spotted her angel, sleeping in the same place. Lily fell to her knees next to her sleeping child and lay down next to her. Fatigue and sickness weighing her body down, she fell asleep, not caring what would happen when she did.

((I'm waiting for Bartos))

As Kite fired upon the burning splicers, his ears sensed footsteps, not the kind of Jack or Rod or Lily...but the steps of a madman, of someone with a purpose but no patience - in other words, a splicer. He couldn't pinpoint the sound - the gunfire and screams of burning in the other room masked the direction. He swung his gun around to the kitchen, hearing clanking and digging over the gunfire. Loading an electric flammable slug round into his shotgun, the electrical explosive 50 cal. bullet would eject from the shell and devastate anything in it's path. Carefully, he checked his sights, his makeshift reflex sight proportioned right, then he quickly changed barrels - to his regular barrel for more accuracy and power from distance, and he creeped into the kitched. He folded in the stock to make up for his elongated barrel, and creeped into the room. Ther was a block of cheese on the counter, and it smelled moldy. Making no sound, Kite walked up to it.

But the block was fresh...the food Jack had found for them... then what was that smell?

Kite turned around to see an eyeball protruding from the wall, a hole that was recently dug. This eyeball was discolored, and shaking...badly. Red, puffy, angry. With a loud CRASH!, the splicer emerged from the wall, and stood there, regaining his strength. Standing six foot four, Kite was no match for the seven foot over-hormoned splicer on his own... but with trusty M56K shotgun...that was a different story.

As the splicer smirked and laughed, Kite took the big knife from the block of cheese, and threw it at the splicer. The knife flew through the air, but dropped because of the weight, and shanked the splicer in his thigh. With the time that he had recieved while the splicer recovered, Kite whipped his KA-BAR attatchment for his M56K front, a bayonet. He had it attatched and was about to look up when he heard Jack scream "DO A BARREL ROLL!" Kite dived to the left, came up aiming, and saw the knife in the exact place his head had just been. "Thanks Jack!" Kite said, and knew Jack would recieve good Karma for his deed. This fight could be fun. And with a smirk, Kite was ready.

((wait I don't get it....is that splicer me????/did I just get used???? grrr....lol))
JerKan bent at his waste and rolled off into a kitchen cabinet. His laughter mocked the man with the big gun; it was all just another day at the park for JerKan.
"oppsy, I dropped my egg." JerKan said from a different part of the kitchen there where he rolled under. He was crawling through the walls and poking his mad crazy eyes to get a good look form all directions. Suddenly there was a quick click and the room quickly began filling up with smoke. The deep full grey clouded the compacted room until sight was no longer any use. All any one could here was the short spastic scuffling of JerKan's feet.
"hehehee, I'd told dem to not pull those triggers at me. But they gone did it and now I's got'ta eat dem all” JerKan’s voice shook all around the room from every corner. He sounded as if he was every where.

"Whass dis, three fishes. Oh my we have hit quite the pot pigeon." Jerkan said still moving undercover and twisting his head to the side with glee. His hands griped the sickles chained to both of his arms and they swung outward wildly at anything he came into contact with. "I'm going to find you fishy, and then I'll fry you for dinner."

And no heart is without a fury.

Jack grabbed the pistols from the air and methodically twirled them around his index fingers; catching them in the perfect position for firing in his palms. Rod had him covered, Jack knew, as he jumped into the smoke firing blindly. That was their plan. Stay Low, Aim high. Jack stayed low to the ground and fired while Rod aimed at anywhere above Jack's head.

The smoke swam around Jack's eyes and he fired into it. Nothing. It was taunting him, teasing Jack's eyes with human-shaped swirls. Suddenly remembering the woman and girl were in here, Jack slid on his stomach to the general area he remembered seeing them in. It was his kitchen, he could still feel his way well enough. "Lily?!" he called desperatly. "Lily?!" He tried again.

A swirl of smoke stopped. Wait, no swirl, but a person. But who? John, Lily, or the Splicer? Jack lunged for the swirl, grabbed it's neck and held one of the pistol barrels to it's head aginst the ground. He dearly hoped it was the Splicer, but if it was the otheres he dearly hoped they would understand his need for action as Rod sprayed a wide angle of bullets over his head.

Lily lifted her head when she heard Jack calling for her. "Jack!" she cried back, "I'm here!" She couldn't see much. All she could hear was a scuffle and ramblings of a splicer that was giving her gooseflesh. Gabby started whining softly. She remembered what a crazy man sounded like and it scared her. "Shh, it's okay baby. Jack! Can you hear me?"

"How many fishies are in this pot." Jerkan laughed while grappling along the wall out of harms way. The bullets fallowed him until he dropped back under the darkness of the smoke. His eyes twitched until a plan was put together. Dropping another smoke bomb for good measure, Jerkan sprayed the area that had shot back at him with a load of bullets. He continued to move in a circular motion around a counter and behind a large cabinet whenever he felt the need. Whenever he had a free chance he cracked his blade into the ground to make a hole. he was digging his way through a tunnel line and would use that to get behind the people firing at him. Then suddenly Jerkan caught the sent of adam.
"Oh sweat Jesus, pinch me I'm dreaming. Poppa would be so proud." Jerkan's voice met that high pitch crazy voice once again as his head spun around to the general area of the smell. He cocked the rifle and aimed it in that direction. His target moved to Jack who was some where hidden within the smoke. Jerkan griped the trigger and went crazy again, pulling it as many times as he could get it to fire.
"I want some money too, we could share if ya want."