"I can verify his story...eer, I can see if he's crazy or not..." Jude offered, exiting his safe little position from the back of the bar. He hated blood and had waited until it was all cleaned up, but saw that a little bit still was around and had to force back his gagging. "I just need to touch him, then I and then all of you eer us will know who he is and why he's like this..." Jude said, trying to avert his eyes away from the man himself.

(OOC: Damn, two days of minimal posting and THEN you guys explode-post when I'm not around...I get the feeling that I'm the only one who sleeps during the night around here...)

"I'll follow" WIly said unassure if they heard him or not. He didn't really care he was just intrigued at what was going on and if he was indeed in any danger he wanted to know. He took the chain off his scooter, well at one point it was a scooter, but nowadays no one could tell what it was, after all the modifications, repairs, and that wicked paint job he had put on it. (Wicked as in awful of course, the thing looked like a hunk of junk.) Either way he hopped on it not caring about any sniggering remarks from the others. Some sparks emitted from the engine anda short burst of flame shot out of the tailpipe as he kicked it over "I thought I fixed that." he mumbled to himself.

Reena saw it was going to be crowded enough as it was with the group from the hospital, so she decided to let those people take care of it and return home.
On her way out the door, she saw that quite a large group had gathered around the bar, probably drawn by the insane screaming. After pushing her way through, she walked home. However, she couldn't help but have this sensation that somebody was following her. She turned around... nobody. Peering into alleyways and peeking over her sholder several times, Reena finally made it home.
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Meanwhile, the ambulance, and anyone who had followed along with it sped off towards the hospital.
While in the ambulance, Jude pressed his hand to the man's head, trying to read his thoughts, to get some answer, but all he saw was a room. Like any normal office room, but this office had bars on the door. Each of the people with him were roughly pulled out of the room, one by one over the course of many hours, never to be seen by him again. Then they came for him. Before they got too far out of the room, Jude was roughly thrown out of the man's subconcious.

OOC: I'm a lifeguard, and I'm gonna' be taking med to become a general surgeon, so...

IC: Brad glanced at the psychic. "Putting all rationality aside for a moment, what did you see in his mind?"

"Gr... they did this again." Flashback:"So you're part of the police crew. What a pitiful attempt. Did they get you from psyco store. Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Fools! You try to stop me however you Ziff I won't have to kill you if you join us. I've seen your skills you're fit to steal everything we need. Go on now I'll give you as much time as it takes you to think about it." Flashback stopped. "Hm... I'd never trust him after what happened the next day." Flashback:" Guys why do you look possessed." "Don't go back." "It's horrible..." They died. "No! I'll get you for this." Flashback stopped. "And I still stick to that. I will kill you."

Jude looked up at the doctor, his color significantly dropped.

"I...don't know...most people I can sorta 'dig' through, but him...its like he dragged me down, then threw me out. All I saw was a room...but, it was prisoney...and he wasn't alone, but nothing after that..." Jude said, holding his hands in front of him before stuffing them into his pockets.

Bill went along in the ambulence because he believed the insane guy. Clearing his throat to get attention, he made his presence clear.

"I would listen to this insane man. I'm a detective, and ninty percent of the time when an insane man run around screaming, especially when they are injured, they tend to be telling the truth."

Derek popped the cartridge out of the pistol he had used to force the man to calm down, and began to take it apart, carefully checking all the parts to be sure they were clean and in good repair before putting it back together. He then slid that pistol into his coat and pulled out another semi-auto, working it over the same way.

He spoke as he worked, "Well, it seems there's some validity to his story now... if you believe in psychics. But, either way, I'm going to stay around the hospital for awhile. There's usually lots of scared victims looking for protection around there. Maybe I'll manage to get more than bread and water to eat tonight."

Wily pulled down his goggles and put up his headphones. "Spiderbotman #97 and a half on" he said to himself. He waited a few minutes then raising his voice he repeated "SPIDERBOTMAN NUMBER 97 AND A HALF TURN ON!" suddenly the diode in his right ear glowed faintly and he swerved for a minute as the video feed begin to be sent to him. Meanwhile in the van Spiderbotman #97 1/2 whirred to life and it began to crawl around. It attached itself to the bottom of thestretcher the man had been layed on and it's camera/eye/head began to swivel around, letting Willy see what was going on. Dr. Wily's scooter fell back behind of the Ambulence as he continued to follow.

The group finally arrived at the hospital and made ther way inside with the man. The secretary at the desk looked up, looking completely bored with her life, but her expression changed when she saw the group with the man. She said something into an intercom then some doctors quickly showed up to take the man away. The secretary glanced at the group, getting out a piece of paper, "Could you tell me what's wrong... or what happened to that man?" She asked them.