To recap on our beloved Vellore Brommer's current whereabouts, Vellore and his mentor Derek Shrout have just stumbled onto a crime scene at their house not knowing that it was Vellore's own mother and a police officer who broke in and used the house for a quick hiding spot. Just a short while after they broke in the landlord was coming to collect rent, but he was in for a little more than he bargained for.... The drunken, and slightly enraged landlord walked toward the house with a shotgun in hand but upon entering got a throat full of fist! The punch laid him out and his shot gun was stolen by Rafael and Rose as they ventured on knowing that their presueres the infamous "Misfit" gang was not far behind them!








The chorus plays over and over again in the head of Rose....

"And when I'm gone...."

The mental image running through her mind of the last moment she saw her child. Her and Vellore had just walked into the Tae-Kwon-Do school, she was practically signing the young Vellore's life away with all of her signatures on the contract. She continued to sign the lines with the x's until she was told to stop. After which she turned and walked out the door, not a good bye, no I love you, nothing but the back of her head is what the small child could see as she was on a hurry out the door.

"Just carry on....."

Rose can only picture how her boy looks now. She imagines a well dressed young man who is on his way to his Tae-Kwon-Do lessons for the day. She imagines that he had never quit his Tae-Kwon-Do, not knowing that his first day there was also his last. The imaginary Vellore walked into the gym got changed and looked his opponent in the eyes... His opponent having the oddest similar features to Brodie Tyler. In Rose's mind Vellore took off with a flurry of Karate based punches and quickly finnished off the Brodie Tyler look-a-like with a swift spinning back kick, Vellore's heel connecting with the temple of the young man that looked too much like a man Vellore will be fighting in a few short days.

"Don't Mourn......"

The Tae-Kwon-Do gym and great victory of Vellore's out the window and a new picture enters the head of Rose. It's midnight, the annoying chirp of grasshoppers sounds in the background of what seems to be a shovel lifting dirt off of the ground and tossing it onto a large pile of dirt. The man in the hole is an elder teen aged Vellore. His face now has stubble, its marked by all of his striking lessons and grappling in the many hours of classes he has taken. More dirt is taken from the bottom of what is now a six foot deep hole and tossed to the top of the pile resting above ground. The dirt is followed by the shovel and then soon by Vellore. A very depressed look crosses the face of Vellore. After he gets in his own head a single tear runs down his face before he remembers to "act like a man", he straightens up his posture and grabs his corner of the coffin. Three other men dressed in all black help Vellore lift the casket and bring it towards the hole. The four men lower it onto the machine and Vellore watches desperately as the grave is filled with an empty coffin. Rose is imaginening that her son has moved on, after ten or more years most people would assume you were dead too!

"Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice"

"Mamãe!" Wait? But? What was this? Rose turns her head left to right and sees nothing but white. "mamãe" There it is again... Only more feint this time.... What is going on? Rose again turns his head and can only see a blinding white color. "rose...." The voice of her child is heard again, but again the voice is quieter.

"Rose?"

"Rose they've found us" The familiar voice awakens Rose, popping up out of her slumber Rafael pulls her back down so she is laying on the seat instead of sitting up. "ficar para baixo" The words are whispered into the ear of Rose. A car pulls up right next to the one the couple are in. The car is rolling so slowly it nearly comes to a stop when next to the stolen car Rafael and Rose are in. But then the engine cranks up again and the dark colored car with the blackened windows rolls on by and after turning a corner Rafael and Rose both sit up.

Rafael left a sweat mark on the back of Rose, his nerves had gotten the better of him and his pours opened up letting the sweat run down his face. Rose was in a similar position as her palms were moist with her nervous sweat. The deadly silence can be broken with the drop of a pin. The tension could be cut with a knife, and just as officer Eduardo slowly began to peak his head up....

BRUP-BUP-BUP!

..........

Silence again....


The car rolls backwards......

BRUP-BUP-BUP!

The windows of the car that Rose and Rafael Eduardo are occupying are shot out. The glass shattering with the dozens of bullets chattering out of the gun. The squealing of the back wheels can be hear a mile away as the gunmen in the car take off. Rafael's hand is covering Rose's mouth and her eyes are shut tightly. Some saliva is sliding down the side of his hand after she had screamed, or attempted to at the top of her lungs. Another failed hit, the men in the car were either toying with them or had honestly not seen them, Rafael thinking the later of the two scenarios. But just because the two were alive didn't mean that they were well, Rafael was laying in such a way that a bullet had pierced through the car door and gone half way into his left leg.

Now it was Rose covering his mouth while he was shouting in agonizing pain. Rose almost felt bad for her savior, but she had too felt the pain of being shot and knew it was nothing he couldn't handle. With glass riddling the inside of the car, and the police looking for the car the two were currently occupying they both knew they had to ditch it. Right then, and right there, the car was left. The keys in the ignition, the doors unlocked, the windows shattered along with some bullet holes in the side of the car door. With the blood left on the seat Rafael thought it would be the perfect cover up. The cops would think someone was killed in the car and the body taken away to be buried.

The two were ready for rest now though, travling seemed impossible until the sun came back up to fuel them, and the night gave them well enough cover to hide from any of Souza's boys that were still after them. Rose, with Rafael's arm draped over her, slowly hobbled down the street bringing Rafael along with her. It wasn't until the two were under an overpass that had a dumpster to hid behind with friendly neighbor hobos and plenty of cardboard that they two were able to rest. Luckily enough one of the homeless had gone to medical school for a short time before becoming bankrupt and was able to help stop the bleeding of Rafael's leg, but the bullet remained inside.

Now after the traumatic event in which Rafael's nightmares had nearly came true, the couple were just getting to fall asleep....

"SCHREEEEEEEECH"