"UH!" Gus banged on the door until he cpuld n longer move. He sat down. it was getting cold and there wasn't much air left in the room. He was worried about Kaitlyn and Jax and Stu.... and Mira... she was at home. They sent her home after her battle and she retired from the Rebels. He missed her so much. When he got out of this place, he was going to kill Rezillo, whether Jax like it or not. No.... H eknew what was happening. Anger. Hate. Fear. His blood boiled and little jets of hate worked up in his mind. He had to escape and kill Rezillo. He had t- Gus fainted to the floor, barely able to breath.
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