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Chapter 2
Philby's eyes popped open. His wrists were bound and his mouth gagged.
Where was he? The walls were a sea blue color, and the floor seemed to rock, but Philby associated it with his raging headache.
He lifted his hands over his head and pushed, pushing his blindfold down enough so that he could see.
He jumped (well he would have, except for the fact that he was tied to a chair) back as from all corners of the room, bright green eyes peered out from the shadows.
"Good, you're awake," mused one of the green eyes, stepping out of the shadows.
Philby screamed a word that would have gotten him grounded for life.
The girl started to say something, but was cut off by a ear-piercing scream from one of her companinons. "What the-" the girl started to say, but collapsed before she could get any further. Most of the others turned around and one by one they collapsed in a matter of seconds.
Philby's blindfold had slipped back onto his eyes during the skirmish, so all he could see of his savior was the toe of a black combat boot.
"My boot says that it's a pleasure to meet you," said the girl sarcastically. She walked over and removed Philby's gag and blindfold, and started on his binds.
"Uh...Thanks," Philby said reluctantly.
She laughed maniacally.
"You shouldn't be thanking me," said the girl.
"Why?"
"You wanna know a secret?" the girl taunted. She leaned into his face and whispered. "I'm worse than the Overtakers."
Philby's face went pale. "Se-seriously?"
She laughed. "No, I was just kidding. You're reallllly gullible."
She helped him up and showed him the exit. "By the way, my name is Alesia. I know who you are. Your name is Dell Philby, but you prefer to be called Philby. And, dare to call me anything besides Alesia, and I'll pound you to a pulp."
"How?" he asked, staring open-mouthed in awe.
"I have my ways."
They walked out of the room into a dark hallway. "Where are we?" he asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" the girl inquired. When Philby didn't respond, she said, "The Disney Magic, duh."
"Seriously? That is so ironic. We were all going on this ship... Wait, have we docked in Orlando yet?"
"I think we did this morning."
"Then come on!" Philby shouted and took off down the hallway at full sprint. "We've got to go find the other-" He cut off, when he looked at the door and saw it open, with a maid staring at him. Then he realized that he had walked through the maintenance cart in the hallway. He looked back up and saw the poor maid topple backwards onto the floor.
"Oops."
Alesia ran and jumped over the cart. Philby gaped. It should have been impossible to jump.
"So I'm assuming that you're a DHI," Alesia said calmly. "I've always wanted to try this." She stepped forward and stuck her hand right through Philby. "This is so awesome!"
"Please get your hand out of me."
After Alesia had calmed down and taken her hand out of Philby, Philby said, "I'm guessing you're a good athlete."
"You guessed correctly," she said in a weird, dramatic accent.
"C'mon, let's find the others," Philby said and sprinted off down the hallway.
"Race ya!" She taunted, and jogged past him like it was nothing.
(Chapter Break)
"Can we be done, Philby? My boots are making my feet hurt," Alesia complained.
"Fine, just one more room," Philby said. He tapped on the door marked room 587.
Charlene opened the door. "Philby?"
"Missed me?"