Delirious's past struggles slowly came back to him.

He didn't know how to react, nor how to get out of this situation physically due to Vanoss's iron grip. All he knew was if he moved one muscle, blood would surely spill. Carlos seemed to notice the sudden silence since he stopped in his tracks, "Hey Delirious, are you-" He stopped talking once he turned around and took in the scene in front of him. His eyes widened almost immediately.

"Show any act of violence and I'll slit his throat." Vanoss growled menacingly as he pressed his hand harder against Delirious's neck, but not the blade.

But Carlos stood completely straight -- paralyzed with fear and not moving a single muscle. Delirious felt relieved yet angered that his said friend wouldn't help him out at all. But then again, it wasn't his fault. If Delirious was in this situation just the other way around, then he wouldn't know what to do either. Feeling conflicted, Delirious loosened up and felt the space that wasn't there before suddenly came back. Seeing that this was a great opportunity, Delirious quickly shoved away the arm that held the weapon and backed up once he let himself free from Vanoss's grasp -- taking out a handgun and shakily pointing it towards the dangerous man.

Chuckling lightly, Vanoss put his hands up nonchalantly, as if there was some friend nearby to help him out. Delirious glanced around quickly before holding his weapon up higher, "What's wrong Vanoss? Cat got your tongue or something?"

"No, I'm just impressed, that's all." He grinned. "From today's earlier events, I thought you'd be as weak as a fly."

"Well then you're wrong." Delirious said with more confidence. "Now leave or I swear I'll shoot."

"Tell me, clown." The harshness was evident in Vanoss's crude laughter, "Do you think I'm afraid of death?"

Delirious gulped at this. 'Was he?'

"W-Well, who isn't?" Carlos answered for him. "You. . . Ya sabes. . . Stop living."

Vanoss curiously looked over at the nervous mexican. "We don't know each other, how can you confirm that?"

Carlos lowered his eyes to the ground and Vanoss huffed, "That's what I thought."

"Fuck off." Delirious hissed. "Not everyone can be as clinically senile as you."

"If everyone in the world were like me, a lot of things would be different, wouldn't they?" Vanoss asked as he twirled the knife in his hand. Delirious didn't respond.
"It would be odd, but I'd get bored quickly."

"Get to the point." Delirious said impatiently.

"What I'm getting at is, you two are. . . Entertaining, so to speak. If I killed you, it would make these extra hours long, dull, and boring. Especially boring."

"W-Well, don't kill us then." Carlos stuttered.

Vanoss raised his gaze to stare directly at the two, "Are you sure? I like it when things benefit me."

"You're the only one here who's name is Vanoss," Delirious noted, "So it wouldn't be fair for the two of us. Leave now, and we'll make sure our group won't get in the way of your's."

Vanoss raised an eyebrow at Delirious, "Do you actually think it'll be that easy?"

"You're unarmed, while I'm here pointing directly at your skull with my finger on the trigger. So yes, it'll be that easy." Delirious replied cockily.

Vanoss grinned at this but he kept quiet for a moment, until, "You want a deal? Fine. I'll have a truce with the two of you until we find an exit. And when we do, I'm giving you 10 seconds to run, got it?"

'This deal is pretty fair. . .' Delirious thought to himself, '. . . But this is Vanoss we're talking about, is he really going to keep it?'

Vanoss caught the doubt in his facial expression, "Don't worry, I won't break the promise."

Delirious raised an eyebrow at him, "Oh really?"

Vanoss grinned as he made a cross motion with his finger against his chest, "Honest."

Carlos gave Delirious an uneasy look, but Delirious tried his best not to get too convinced by this. In all honesty, he didn't want to kill anyone. Not even Vanoss, even if he did kill Nogla. Plus, what did Nogla ever mean to him?
'No, don't think like that, don't ever think like that. That's how you lose yourself. Remember, you're Delirious, not Vanoss.'

"So," Vanoss said, breaking the silence, "Do we have ourselves a deal?"

Delirious looked down at Vanoss's free hand, slowly and tentatively. It was held out and ready to accept whatever was set onto it. Biting the inside of his cheek, Delirious hastily shook Vanoss's hand -- hoping that he had chosen the correct path. Vanoss grinned, "Well boys, I guess we've got ourselves a truce."

Carlos looked at Delirious incredulously and whispered, "Y-You can't be serious man."

Delirious closed his eyes tightly, "It. . . It was for the best."

"For you it was, but what about my opinion?" Carlos argued.

"Do you want to get killed?" Delirious's eyes narrowed when Carlos immediately went completely silent. "That's what I thought." He winced to himself when remembering that those were the exact same words Vanoss used to insult Carlos.

Vanoss raised an eyebrow at the two, although chances were that he had no idea what they were talking about. "We better start moving before I change my mind."

"Right. . ." Delirious muttered as he started walking the opposite path from where the boulders were blocking the way. "Sorry. . ."

"By the way," Vanoss caught up to the clown. "We should start over, you know, as if we were all just weird strangers."

Delirious gave Vanoss a weird look, but the Asian paid no attention. "Alright fine, be that way, I'll go ahead and start."

"My name is Evan, what's yours?"

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Ya sabes - you know

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Sorry for not updating as much as I want to (because i finished planning out the story's ending so I'm v happy right now)

But I'm still in school and I'm leaving on the fourteenth so >.<

But I want you all to know that I'm not giving up on this story so that's a plus!

It's just that IRL is being a hoe and it's kind of keeping me back, so once again I apologize