Hostile (open-anyone can join)

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    Mark paced around in front of the door, tapping the gun against his forehead. He couldn't think with all these people talking. "Shut up, or your all going to die." He threatened.
    "Don't do this." one of the bartenders said. "What ever you want, you can have. just leave everyone else alone."
    "You don't get it!! The one thing I want, I can't have because you people took her from me!"
    He cocked the gun and pointed it at the bartender. "If you want to live to see your own kids again, I suggest you get back against the wall."
    The bartender raised his hands in surrender and walked backwards until he was against the wall.

    Abby sit against the wall, with her knees to her chest. She listened to the other people talking, but she was afraid to say anything.
    Chris was beside her. "Its okay, I won't let him hurt you." He whispered to her, shooting Mark a look of pure hatred.

    "What I want is for every to suffer....suffer like I am!!" He tried to hide the emotion from his voice.
    "So, your going to shoot us all?" the bartender asked.
    "Not if you do as I say and shut the h*** up!!"
    "You need help...theres doctors for that..."
    "I don't need a doctor!!!! I need you ALL to shut your flipping mouths so I can think!!!"

    Grace bites her lip and she looks at the Bartender," I would listen to him... you know I can't die.... You of all people know why Robert..." she says in a quiet voice that was filled with gentleness (Sorry I named the bartender XD I needed a name)

    "We're all going to die!" Abby panicked, she hid her face in her hands. "I don't want to die!"
    Chris wrapped his arms around her. "No one's going to die." He glared once more at Mark. "He can go to h*ll for all I care."

    (Robert is fine.)
    The bartender knodded to her. "I have kids too." He whispered.


    Mark glanced at Chris. "You keep giving me looks like that...you will be the first to die!!"

    Chris narrowed his eyes. "Go to h*ll. You're scaring the poor ladies."
    Abby slid closer to him, then glanced at Mark. "Please let us go." She begged, her voice was barely a whisper.

    "My daughter was killed in a freak accident...one involving a drunk driver right outside these doors." He couldn't hide the pain in his voice. "Nobody is going any where until I say so...whoever wants to play hero, will die!!" He glanced from Robert to Chris then back again.
    "These people had nothing to do with what happened to Brianna."
    Mark walked toward him, "I'm warning you, Keep on and your kids will be growing up with out a father!!" He hit Robert in the head with the butt of the gun.
    He fell flat of his stomach in the floor.
    Mark raised the gun to the ceiling and fired some warning shots. "Next person to speak to me, gets a bullet through the brain....are we clear?" He glared at Chris as he walked by.

    "What was that?" He glanced at Chris. "Did you just speak to me after my warning?" He lit a cigarette and pointed the gun at him. "Keep on! see what happens." he dared.

    Grace whimpers quietly and she looks up at the man. Her green eyes were filled with tears that looked like would spill any moment. She didn't want to die. Who would take care of Jason? He would go to an orphanage or foster homes... she didn't want that for her little 2 year old. He was currently being babysat by a babysitter

    Abby sighed. "We're never going to get to leave."
    Chris glared at Mark, then looked back at her. "That's not true. We'll find a way out of here." He promised. "I'll make sure of that."
    She shook her head. "Don't play hero. You heard what he said about that."
    He glanced over to where Grace was sitting, then back at her. "She has to get home to her kid."

    "You people picked a bad night to go out." He paced around again, tapping the gun against his forehead. "Relax people, nobody will die as long as you play by my rules!!!"

    "Lets play a little game...whoever rats out the person who killed my daughter goes free....so who was it?" He couldn't hide the tears that slid down his face. "Who is the moron who ran my baby girl down in the parking lot?"

    Abby glanced around. "Why was she even in the parking lot?" She whispered, hoping Mark didn't hear her question.
    Chris shrug. "Beats me. Can you run fast?"
    "If I have to." She elbowed him again. "But don't do anything stupid!"

    Grace had no idea who the person who ran over his daughter was. She was at home the day his daughter died, taking care of Jason..