[b]Bruce Levi - Gullibility - Jessalyn[/b]

As Bruce became released, he felt the drought of resentment washed away. He felt her gentle, smooth hand on his rough cheek. That motherly warmth transferred to him as they touched. That small gesture made Bruce think for a second. But with an oversight of other thoughts, that little light of hope diminished. Jess then helped him to his feet, but she was blind to what was coming. 

"Stupid woman!" he yelled, pushing her aside onto the wall. The pregnant teen's shoulder must have collided with the brick very harshly. That 'resentment speech' he had just given her was an addition to his lies. Bruce was a politician, with politics comes drama, a theatrical act. Bruce Levi was basically an actor who would always change his character to adapt. He used his ability to persuade and influence in order to morph his victim's thoughts. He had just performed act before Jess, making her fall desperately on his side. This sorrow she felt for him was part of his plan to escape. Bruce played her yet again, knowing she was gullible and using that weakness to his advantage. 

"You're one stupid bitch you know?!" the mayor criticized, giving her a kick to her leg. "Do you really think I feel sympathy for these people?!" he asked, not waiting for a response. In the meantime, he took the chair and placed it underneath the door's knob, locking it from inside. The soldiers had no idea what was going on inside the cell room, they just figured the screams were from the punishment Bruce was getting. 

Bruce then rushed to her and placed his palm against her mouth, keeping her silent. "I thank you for not killing me, but if I go out there, I'd get killed anyway. Even if you're to speak to them, to....to plea for my forgiveness, it wouldn't matter! I did those people wrong, I know I did, but I don't blame myself for it. I did what I had to do to survive. I helped them, but if they don't see it, then to hell with them!" His palm started to squish her face even tighter, now covering not only her mouth, but her nose. "I know I'm gonna die when I step out of this room, actually, if I don't, I still die, so fuck it! But before I die, I'll kill the only thing I really begrudge in this world, YOU! AND THAT DAMN CHILD!" he yelled, moving his hands to strangle her. 

His scream alerted the guards, notifying them to open the door. The only problem was that the door was locked from inside, not only by the chair, but by the lock itself. The guards started to slam their shoulders against it, but no luck. They didn't want to shoot because they feared the pregnant teen would get hit by a ricocheted bullet. "Dammit! He must have gotten loose! Don't shoot, she may get hit, we don't know how far the bullets will go!" 

"What if we just shoot the knob?" one of the guards asked the other. "Dammit, I don't know how these things work, I was just a gym teacher before this shit!"