Author's Notes: Yeah, it's been forever since I've written for this story, I know. This chapter took me over a year to write. Please, if you are going to throw things, I prefer snowballs, hamsters, and cabbage, not the rocks and elephants that I deserve. Anyway, this is just a sorta filler chapter that needed to be written. I'm already working on the next chapter, so expect that one up sometime before the end of the month.

Chapter 2:

I opened my eyes slowly. My whole body felt like lead. I turned my head to see Becky laying a little ways from me, her eyes closed.

Wherever we were, this was not the highway.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw that we were in what seemed to be a forest. I started to panic. "Becky! Becky, wake up!" I said, crawling over to her, and shaking her violently. "Damnit, wake up!"

A barely audible and prolonged, "Whattttt?" came out of her mouth.

I flopped back onto the grass. "You're alive," I said quietly.

"Barely," she groaned, pushing herself up on her hands and knees. "Where are we?"

"I don't know," I said, panic clearly audible in my voice. "Are we dead?"

"We can't be," Becky said, "I hurt too much. And you would not be in Heaven with me."

"Maybe we're not in Heaven," I mused. "Maybe we're in Purgatory…"

But before either of us could add to this thought, we heard the loud, thundering noise of horses. Becky just stared at me.

"Run!" I said, springing off of the ground and into the nearest clump of bushes. I didn't know where I was, so I was not taking any chances of running into something that could potentially kill me.

After a few more seconds, a column of chestnut colored horses came into view, each with a man in a bright red jacket and a beak skin hat as the rider. They looked strangely familiar, but my brain was in panic-mode, so I pushed the thought from my mind.

I pressed myself low to the ground, moving slowly so as to not be seen.

I felt a knot form and tighten in my stomach as I saw the lead rider put up his hand to signal a stop. I gulped, praying that he had not seen me.

The lead rider signaled again, and two of his men dismounted their horses, and walked towards a patch of pushes opposite from me. In one swift movement, the men jumped into the bushes. There was a squeal of pain, and the men straightened up a second later, holding another figure between them.

I gasped, perhaps a bit too loudly, as I realized that the figure was Becky, because the lead rider turned his head sharply in my direction, his ice-blue eyes sweeping the forest floor for any movement. I dared not move even an inch, even though the men were now dragging Becky from the bushes.

"Let go of me!" she huffed, struggling in vain to free herself from the men's clutches.

"And what have we here?" the lead rider asked in a British accent. "A spy, perhaps?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Becky demanded. "I'm not a spy!"

"That's what they all say," the man said, smirking at her, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Tie her up," he ordered.

A third rider dismounted, rummaged around in his saddle bag, and upon finding some rope, walked over to a struggling Becky and bound her feet and wrists. The three men then lifted her and slung her over one of the horses.

"Let me go!" Becky was screaming. I watched as her eyes, wide with terror, swept over to my clump of bushes. I wanted more than anything to run out there and rescue her, but I knew that that stunt would probably cost both of us our lives.

So I remained there, lying in a patch of bushes, and watching as these men rode off with my sister in-toe. Now I was all alone, and I still had no idea where the fuck I was.

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