"Where am I?"

I heard the voice and opened my eyes, but everything was pitch black anyway.

"Shawn?" I called, "That you?"

"Dante! Where are you?" Shawn called back

"How the hell am I supposed to know? It's black as night!" I shouted.

I heard Shawn sigh. "Any idea where we are?" he asked.

"What part of 'black as night' don't you understand?"

"You're not helping anything! Wait-I can see a little now- hold on, I think I see you."

A moment later I could barely make out the shape of Shawn standing next to me.

"Alright," he said, "We need to figure out what's what."

As if on cue, shouting was heard from a room above us.

"Oh god," Shawn muttered, "we must be in someone's basement. Dante- we've been abducted- we're going to die! We're totally going to die!"

"Shut up!" I hissed. By this point, I was able to see a bit myself. I looked around the room, then stopped when I saw the outline of what might've been a door.

"This way," I whispered, heading towards it. When I reached the object, we discovered it was, indeed, a door. I moved my hands over it, at last feeling a knob. I turned it, pushed open the door-

-and plummeted downwards. I screamed, flailing my arms in the air. I fell for what seemed like a long time to me, but when I actually landed the injuries were minor. Nonetheless, I laid on the ground, moaning.

"Who the HELL builds a door leading to a frocking ninety-foot drop?" I shouted.

"You okay?" Shawn called down.

"Do I LOOK okay?" I shouted back at him. I heard him shout a warning. I grumbled and got to me feet.

When I turned around, I saw a young girl pointing an assault rifle at me.

"Um, hi."

The girl did not reply, merely stood there, smiling. Then she swung her gun at my face, and everything went black.

"There 'e is!" a voice exclaimed. I opened my eyes to see a green-skinned man standing over me. My head throbbed.

"Where the hell-" I muttered. This room had windows, so I could actually see.

"Sorry for the little tap my cyborg gave 'ya. You'll be alright, though." The man said, "My name's Murdoc."

"Well then, Murdoc," I spat, "I suggest you tell me where the hell I am before law enforcement gets involved."

Murdoc chuckled as if that was the funniest thing he had heard all day. "We'll get to that in time, mate. For now, Cyborg's going to give you the grand tour!"

I turned around, and again, there was the girl with the gun.

"Imma have to pass here," I told Murdoc, "I think you could just let me go-"

But before I could say anything else, the girl had grabbed my arm and began pulling me out of the room- she was freakishly strong!

"Have fun, you two!" Murdoc called, laughing.

Once we were down the hall, I asked the cyborg, "So then, where's the bathroom?" she said nothing, but led me to a small room and pointed to it. "Thanks very much." I told her. She nodded.

I went inside and closed the door. "Gotta get out of here-" I stammered. There was a window on the other side of the room, but I was too high up to jump down. I wouldn't be able to survive that fall. I sighed, then flushed the toilet and opened the door. Cyborg had her back turned. That was good.

I turned and ran down the hall, but a moment later I heard her running after me.

Lucky for me, I had been my high school's track star. This thing may have been a cyborg, but it would still have difficulty trying to catch up to me.

"Shit," I muttered. I realized I had no idea where I was going, so running was, at the moment, pointless. Nevertheless, I kept going. The cyborg was closing in. I smiled, and dropped myself on the ground. As planned, Cyborg wasn't able to stop running, and she tripped over me. She flew across the room and landed. She didn't get up; sparks flew from her neck, and I smiled. Teach her to smack me with a gun. I turned around and saw Murdoc standing in the hall, pointing a pistol at me.

"Welcome to Plastic Beach, mate," he hissed.