This island was mostly jungle. At some point it was something similar to Guantanamo Bay, except a lot less known. It's about as well known to the public as we are. It was abandoned when they had no use for it. I found a use. Around the island were guard towers. That's where I currently stood with Manson by my side. Inside the one mountain of on the island, there was a small building built for torture. That's where out captives were.

Kuza pushed open the hatch door that lead up here. He climbed inside, kicking it shut behind him. It wasn't a passive kick either. He was pissed off. "Fucking bitch cunt." He grumbled.

"You okay?" I asked humorously.

He sighed as he looked up at me. "Yeah, yeah. Let's just get going with this already. I didn't bother knocking her out."

"Who?" Manson asked.

"His girlfriend." I sighed dramatically as I turned to the monitors. "Or, ex-girlfriend, I should say. She wasn't apart of the original plan but she does improve it. She knows just enough to let them all know why they're here, but not enough to give them any actual help."

"I didn't tell her a damn thing. Just picked her up off the plane and walked her up that mountain without speaking. She's going to try to kill me." He said.

"You'll be one step ahead of her no matter what. There's cameras all over the island that you can access through your phone. I also programmed an answer key to all the puzzles in there." I replied.

"Thanks." Kuza's eyes latched onto one of the monitors. He hungrily watched his own girlfriend struggle against the chains. Then mused, "They're waking up."

I set my hand on his shoulder, directing him to back up. We fell into the shadows of the room and allowed Manson to continue forth with what he was brought here to do. I needed his master mind, yes, but I also needed his disconnection from us. Prior to this, there is no public knowledge of him ever being connected to any of us. That's exactly the kind of anonymousness I need.

He knew his way around the controls well. Once everyone was awake, they began to all panic. Being the selfish people they are, they were quick to blame those around them. Rayne had already been beyond pissed for awhile. She was starting to cool down when she realized she had to find a way out of this. Her survival instincts were kicking it.

Manson flipped on the monitor that would feed a camera's view from our room to a TV in theirs. When the static consumed the TV, Rayne tried to get the others to shut up. They at first wouldn't listen, so she screamed, "YOU FUCKING MORONS SHUT THE FUCK UP AND WATCH!" She pointed at the TV.

They all were taken back. Some from fear, others in shock. It was just enough silence for the TV to catch their attention as it turned on. We were well away from the camera while Manson was directly in front of it. That was his job; To be the messenger.

"Each of you have been chosen to be here for a reason. You have all wronged someone you shouldn't have. In life, you all disregarded humbleness. You chose to ignore the fact that no matter how badass you think you are, there is always someone more powerful out there. Those very people are the ones that put you here. And those people, they are connected by one thing. That one thing, it happens to be the password to unlock the chains on your necks and the door.

You have thirty minutes to figure it out. If you don't, the door will lock forever and this room becomes your tomb. If you do manage to open the door, from there you will need to cross this island to get to the dock on the other side. Be careful though, of what lurks in the night."

He twisted a laugh and turned off the camera feed. Manson enjoyed being the evil puppet master just a little too much. I moved back over to the monitors to watch. Kuza joined me. As he did, he slyly put his hand around my waist. I didn't mind much. In fact, it was comforting and made me feel that much more eviler.

"This is your fault." Mrs. Cerulli seethed to Heather.

"Me? You're the one that had to go make it public that is was me! I shouldn't be here! I wouldn't be if it weren't for you!" She started to hyperventilate, "Oh God, I'm going to die. I'm going to die and I'm never going to see my family again."

"You two know each other?" Vanessa questioned with that bitch look in her eyes.

"My son was a serial killer. She was his girlfriend at some point. Turned him and his side piece in." She panned numbly.

"What prison was he locked up in?" Mauro asked.

"Graham." Rayne responded before she could, "Her son is The Sweetheart Slaughterer. AKA one of the people that was on the run with your son when they broke out."

"One of the guys I used to work with, he was arrested for cannibalism. That was the prison he was sent to." Vanessa said.

"So that's what connects all of us? We all knew someone that was in Graham Prison?" Heather asked.

Mauro glanced over at Sonny. He said nothing and remained silent. I wonder if he even knows. Highly doubt it, but he'll fucking find out. He could easily assume Mauro was his connection to Graham, since he spent time there. He's wrong if he thinks that. Regardless, it was the answer to the puzzle. It probably would've been a lot more difficult if it weren't for Rayne.

Vanessa was the only one that could reach the panel. She had to even stretch from that, but she managed to input the password. The door unlocked and their collars broke off of them.

"So, are we going to stick together, or is it every man and woman for themselves?" She asked.

"I figure you and I could get along." Rayne told her, setting a hand on her shoulder, "Your co-worker you mentioned, Michael Kuza, he's my ex. As of about an hour ago." She seethed.

Heather glanced at the one person she knew in the room, getting a look of anger in return. She quickly scurried after Vanessa and Rayne as they left. Mrs. Cerulli raised her lip in disgust. She twisted around to face the two mobsters in front of her. They were about her age anyways. It would be more appropriate for a snake to join other snakes.

"Well, ma'am, would you like us to essort you to the other side of the island?" Mauro offered.

"I would appreciate it. Perhaps we can discuss our parental burdens along the way." She responded.

Oh, for fuck's sake. She just wants another story she can sell. If she survives this, you know she's going to write ten stories about it. Each will sell a million copies just like her book about Chris. People like her disgust me beyond belief. How could you twist something so much just so you could ring out some profit? I hope to fuck Chris is able to kill her. They do have a chance to survive this but I doubt any of them will.

My phone dinged. I glanced down at it, then muttered to Manson, "There's a delivery coming in for you at the dock."

He narrowed his eyes at me, "Delivery?"

"Mhmm." I hummed, "I'll walk with you. I need to stretch out my legs. Mike, we'll be back in a bit. Watch everything and text me if something happens."

"Alright, Babe." He responded.

Don't ask me what possessed me to do so, but I gave him a quick kiss on the lips before leaving. It's like we wordlessly fell into this weird side relationship. The tension for it was always there. Now, though? It's more conscious than ever. I'm not considering it cheating on Ricky. Chris and I will fuck around with each other all the time right in front of him and he doesn't care. Why should it be any different with Mike?

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The sun was setting over the water as we reached the dock. We had underground tunnels to use, so it wasn't a long walk at all. For our vicitims, it'll be a lot more difficult. Along with having to tough out the terrain, they won't have much peace. We waited for about ten more minutes until a boat pulled up to the dock. I glanced over at Manson, seeing some form of happiness in his face. He didn't emote emotion much.

Chris hopped out of the boat first. He helped Angelo out, hitting him on the ass once he set him down. Angelo gave him a playful glare over his shoulder, then walked my way. Chris was about to help out our new guest, but Manson pushed past him. The person he asked us to get out of prison? His name is Jeordie White, but he's better known as Twiggy Ramirez. Manson grabbed him by his wrists and pulled him up. He gave Twiggy a hand as he climbed over the edge of the boat.

Manson wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug. As he pulled back, he planted a kiss with a lot of tongue on him. Messy love is the best kind of love. I expected something like that to happen. Why else would he want us to bust Twiggy out? Also, why else would they have remained loyal to each other this long? Only crazy murderer love can do that.

"Has the game started yet?" Chris asked me.

"Yeah," I responded as I turned to start walking back to base, "They got through the first room pretty face because of Rayne. Kuza threw her into the game because he was pissed at her for... Something. I don't know what but if she survives this, she'll have to go back to prison. He wants her out of the suicide squad. Anyways, they split off into two groups. Rayne, Heather, and Vanessa are together. Your mom, Vinny's dad, and Sonny went off together too."

"Figures." He scoffed, "How long until I get to hunt them?"

"Midnight. Or if they get too close to the exit too quickly, but trust me, they won't. There's plenty of traps to distract them." I replied.

"Hey, are you and Ricky okay, by the way?" Angelo asked softly.

Fuck, he picks up on everything. I shied away from answering and just shrugged. We will be. This isn't the end of the world. We're just on the rocks right now but we'd never let the other one drown.

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A/N: I don't have a lot of good Maniggy gifs. Can you guys please tweet me some? Thank youu! Also, prediction time: Who do you think will die first? And how will they die?