Lag's POV.

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"Lag." A voice whispered.

I opened my eyes. "Lag," it said "wake up."

"But, I'm already awake." I replied.

"You're not, boy."

I looked around. All that surrounded me was a red haze. No ground, no sky, nothing whatsoever - just me. I looked down at my hands and feet. "Where am I?" I asked that invisible person.

"Do you not recognize my voice?"

"Y-Your voice?" I questioned. "I don't recogn-"

"Lag." The voice cried out in a tender voice. "Remember my voice, remember who I am."

I closed my eyes and opened them again.

"Hey!" A young girl called out. "Wait for me!"

The girl ran after a shadow of a boy around her age, into a forest and for a while, silence was all that could be heard. I observed where I was and spotted a sign saying 'Campbell Litus Park'. ''Campbell Litus…it's where my aunt lives…'' I thought.

Laughter sounded from a far distance and I looked at the area where the girl entered the forest. A boy stood there. He had white hair, one deep blue eye; the other was hidden by his hair and looked no older than four. He looked left and right.

"Are you lost?" I shouted.

He looked at me and took a few steps forward. I closed my eyes and opened them again. He was in front of me, looking eye to eye and had a blank expression. "Are you lost?" The boy asked me.

"I'm not lost, I just don't know where I am. I'm supposed to be at Honey River." I replied.

"I know where you are," he smiled and continued "you have to pay a price before I tell you."

"What price?"

"Promise me that you will –" his voice grew softer and softer and softer till he was inaudible. His mouth kept moving. I closed my eyes and opened them again.

"Sorry, I can't hear you. Can you please speak – " The boy looked further than before but his mouth still moved. I closed my eyes and opened them again, only to find that the boy no longer stood in front of me. It was just pitch black that surrounded me. I looked back at my feet and hands. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" a scream sounded and echoed, "STOP!".

I once again looked at my surroundings. Still pitch black. "Where am I? What am I doing?" I questioned myself.

"You should sleep a deep slumber." Someone spoke behind me and in a split second, pressed a particular area on my body and sent me to sleep.

Dr. Thunderland Jr's. POV.

"It's done!" I laughed out loud. I compiled the information the head wanted and headed for his office. The last time I was there was yesterday and it didn't seem like a long time. My footsteps echoed in the empty hallway. ...Tap….Tap…..Tap….I stopped.

Sylvette sat in her usual wheelchair and looked at her laps. "Please, I want to read Lag's past."

Without giving it a thought, I replied, "Sorry. I'm afraid I can't do that. All information in the Bee Hive is to be kept confidential to outsiders." I walked around her wheelchair and headed to the Head's room. I reached the tall and brown wooden doors, opened, closed and locked the doors.

"Head."

"You did well, Dr. Thunderland Jr."

"These are all the information we need involving Lag and his past."

I handed the pieces of paper to the Head. He grabbed out a gun and shot through the exact middle of the pages. The information turned to a story. I looked astonished at the Head. "How – "

"I had a stone made just like Lag's only less useful."

The story had finished after two minutes and the head looked distraught. "What's wrong?" I asked curiously.

"It's just that –"

Lag's POV

I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling. It was dull yellow due to candlelight nearby. I looked left. Then right. I was at an unfamiliar place. "Shall we start?" A voice said from next door.

"It's been more than twelve hours since he arrived. We should start when he is awake." Another voice replied, sounding closer and closer.

I tried to get up but I couldn't move my hands. It is bound by some chains and my legs are too. My chest was strapped by a piece of metal. My movement's restricted. 'Creak'. The rusty hinges of an old door sounded.

"You're awake, Lag."

I turned to see who it was. I have never met him before. He walked close to the bed I was in and examined my face. In return, I examined his face. It was of a young man who had perfect skin. His hand brushed the hair covering my left eye to the side and walked out of the room. He came back with another person. It was Gauche.

"Gauche!" I shouted. I tried to move out of the restraints but I couldn't and gave up. Tears started to build on the corner of my eyes. "So it was true that you were still alive."

Gauche walked close to the bed and stared at my left eye. "It's red." He said.

"A red spirit amber embedded into this young boy's left eye." The other man who examined me said. "Let us get started then shall we?"

"A-Are you part of the Reverse group?" I questioned the unknown man.

"Enough talking." He prepared an empty glass container and some lid next to a pile of books that weren't there before.

I assumed that he was with Gauche; part of the Reverse group. The man pulled his sleeves up and sanitized his hands. He then reached over to my left eye and touched it. I felt nothing. "STOP. What are you going to do to me?" I asked.

The man placed his fingers on the sides of the spirit amber in my eye socket. It burned. It was so painful I couldn't let out a cry and he tried to pull the spirit amber out. After a few tugs, he let go of the spirit amber, went out and came back with a few more people. They wore sparkly purple clothing made of spider webs.

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