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"Smeller Bee?"
"Long Shot?"
He woke up on the cold hard floor of an underground cave. He rubbed his eyes, where am I? "Guys?" He called, but was interrupted by a small whimpering cry from around the corner. "Smeller Bee?" the Freedom Fighter called again into the eerie darkness, he headed towards the direction the voice came from, and saw two kids huddled around something – or someone, on the ground.
"Guys?"
They did not turn.
Jet ran towards them. He started to see that the two were huddled around a person, lying on the ground, motionless. "What happen…" Jet stopped dead when he saw who the life-less person was.
He was about 17, with dark hair. The two swords he always carried with him were lying on the ground beside him, from when he fell. Jet's eyes widened.
The dead boy was him.
dun! dun! DAHHH! Okay, as I said ver short. Please review!