To Be Or Not To Be?

Jacen then fell to his knees, his body shaking and if looking like he's going to puke.

"We need to get out of here, there's too many!" He yelled. "And she's, she's coming."

"There's no way out of here Jacen. We have to hide." Balnazzar replied, going and opening a storage crate and hiding inside.
 
Zonrir hid inside a box under a bunch of rugs. "Being somewhat amorphous is nice."
 
Balnzaar and Jacen both hid inside the crate he had opened, Jacen having limped in.

Multiple soldiers ran inside, their heavy footsteps echoing through the warehouse.

"They ran in here!" One yelled.

"Don't search the place too much! This is our employer's own company's property, and I don't want anyone to get killed because we damage his goods." Another said.

Someone walked in front of where Zonrir, Jacen, and Balnazzar, causing them small pains all over their body.

"I, have, to, eliminate, her..." Jacen whispered.

"Don't! Bid your time, conceal your presence, bury your fury!" Balnazzar replied in a hush.
 
Zonrir kept himself hushed, fighting through the pain to shut himself the hell up.
 
The pain soon stopped as heavy footsteps left the warehouse, Balnazzar and Jacen spilling out of their hiding place.

"How... Did she get so strong?" Jacen asked.

"Your two's powers are still sealed right?" Balnazzar asked.

"For the most part." Jacen replied.

"Then there's someone else here." Balnazzar said.
 
Zonrir heard them say that, but was still trying so hard not to move... or make a sound.
 
"Come out Zonrir, they are gone. We should be as well." Balnazzar said while Jacen hobbled towards the exit, trying to recover what remained of his pride and dignity.
 
He popped out, "Good! Oy, I felt pretty sick after that ordeal."
 
"This, is getting weird." Jacen said, stumbling outside, with Balnazzar following after him.

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Snow sipped coffee, sitting in an office building and staring at pictures of Jacen and dark creatures, behind those pictures a map of where they were taken.

"I'll find you. I'll find you."
 
Zonrir wiped off some sweat, "Those rugs are gonna need to be dry-cleaned now."
 
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