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He looked around, then limped off in a random direction, keeping a hand on his side to make sure it didn't start bleeding again.

“like an old man with a bad hip.” i say as we walk

"Oh, shut up," he snarled back bad-temperedly.

“Can't make me” he says in a confident way

"Oh, I could make you, but I won't."

“how old man?” he asks with a smirk

"Cut your tongue out, whippersnapper," he snapped back, glancing over at Beyond with an annoyed look on his face.

“good luck with that gramps” (he can tick people off easily )

Shane just ignored him. He didn't have time for this.

Takes the hint of being ignored.So he stops calling him old man.

Shane walked along by himself, which was perfectly fine with him. He looked around, just to make sure they weren't being watched or stalked or something like that.

Follows right behind you."They seem to really want you back in that place.."
A little walkie talkie he had on his side started to make a staic sound,like somebody was trying to reach him to tell him something.

"'Course they do. I'm insane."
He whirled when he heard the static, snatching the walkie talkie and listening to it, trying not to wince from the pain his sudden movement brought on.

The walkie talkie breaks up every now and then,it probably got a bit broken when you tackled him to the ground earlier in the night.
it attempts to say "Officer Josh,are you there, ...3 officers,claim to have sighted the young man,Shane.But strange thing is,they say there was somebody else there.Anyway,Shawn requests you bring him back to the institution..hur-.." Then the static becomes so bad you couldnt understand a word of it even if you tried.

Shane tried to listen some more, then gave up- it was too damaged. To be sure they couldn't track them using the thing, the snapped the antenna in two and hurled it into a bush.
Then he snarled and punched a tree angrily, not caring that he broke the skin on his knuckles. He punched it again, not caring that it hurt, again, not caring if he got splinters-
"I HATE HIM!" he yelled to the sky, finally sinking into a snarling, sobbing heap at the base of the tree. "I HATE HIM!"

Josh looks at you,feeling a slight bit of pity for Shane

Shane buried his face in his hands, trying to regain control of himself as his shoulders shook.
"I swear to God, I'm going to kill him..."

"What if you die before then,hm?" Josh asked,that being not a good question to ask either.

Shane lifted his head and snarled at him. "Then I guess I'll come back and haunt him, huh?"

“like anyones scared of a ghost.”he points out clearly