Michael's POV
I wake up with a start. I suddenly begin shaking, not sure where I am or what's going on, only feeling my head pounding and my limbs throbbing. I feel a calm hand on my shoulder and look around. Marley kneels beside me, eyes bloodshot as if she's been crying. Automatically, I pull her into my embrace and she lets out a sob. I quietly reassure her that it'll all be okay, and I'll get us out of this, but that's mostly for my own benefit, to decieve myself from the truth. I know what's going on, no one needs to explain. We've been Taken, Stolen, and now we're going to have to wait it out as we rot into nothing but dust. I still remember that mild autumn day, when Marley came around to my house to watch the news report. Five were taken, one survived. The kidnappers methods were unknown, but it seemed like a game, or a sign. But this time's different, this has an air of revenge and rebellion about it. But I refuse to back down, I will not be undermined by these cowardly, emotionless shells. I just need to believe that.
Finn's POV
I watch Marley and her friend hug it out and long for Kurt to wake up. He lies, twitching, agaisnt the van wall, breathing heavily as he fights off the drug. I'm the oldest one here, the leader, and yet I can't think of a single damn thing to get us out of here. Kurt would've known. That's the difficult thing. He was the strength of us as a pairing, he had the brains. But after we moved, everything seemed to... change, like he left a part of himself at the old house in Justice. I know now, that what he left was his heart, which went to Blaine's grave with him. When Kurt heard the news, he didn't cry, or scream. He just sat silently there for what seemed like forever, then excused himself upstairs and locked himself in his room for a few days. Blaine was Kurt's world, even though they were no longer together. But, saying that, he could never admit it to himself. They were one, connected by an invisible line of thread which these bastards broke, letting Blaine fall into the clutches of heaven... or hell.
Shanna's POV
When I wake up, it's dark outside. I only know because when I kept floating in and out of conciousness, you could see the sunlight through the tiny gap in the doors which let a sliver of gold in. But now, it's replaced by shadows. My eyes adjust to the darkness, and I examine my surroundings. Marley and her cute friend sleep close together, hands barely touching in the centre of the van, whereas the tall guy who I don't know sleeps propped up against a crate of something, head tilted so it overlooks the smaller boy's sleeping body. I swear he hasn't woken up since this journey began, I think, trying to avoid the thoughts that I might die here and I never got to say goodbye. I miss the sun, the sand, the relaxasion the higher part of Chance has to offer. These people I'm surrounded by don't understand, never will. I don't envy them, but I do wish that, in a way, I didn't have so much to lose. Because my complaciency, my closed mind, is now paying the price.
