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*Somewhere dark…*

Coldness enveloped the dark room. It was as if it had been separated from earth itself, and was floating off into outer space, where the dark never-ending coldness consumed the small room. Although it seemed as though this pitiful and depressing place would be completely devoid of all life, there remained but one soul standing in the middle of the room. His arms and legs were chained, along with his forehead for some unknown reason. The chains looked old and rusted, and if one looked close enough, they would be able to spot the deep cuts they had embedded in the masculine figure's ankles and wrists. Even his forehead was bleeding.

Small puffs of his breath could be seen as he breathed in and out in the room's cold temperature. He breathed unsteadily, and every now and then he let out an unsteady cough. His long dark hair covered his face in shadow, preventing anyone from seeing his actual face. His ears suddenly seemed to perk up as the sound of grinding metal flooded the silent room.

A door from behind him opened, revealing a bright light that outlined the prisoner's figure. He didn't even move his head to see who was coming to see him; instead he seemed to become more interested in staring at the worn white tiles on the floor before his eyes. The light from the outside room suddenly disappeared as the last person that entered the room shut the door with a sickening metal crunch. The sound of shoes clapping on the cold floor entered his ears as the mysterious figures walked in and began encircling him. There seemed to be around four of them.

Silence.

They stood there, in the shadow of the dark confines of the room, without saying a single word. To anyone else, it would seem as if they were examining him, like a science student would to a frog in a jar, or some bacteria in a petri dish. The prisoner paid them no mind, however, and remained completely unfazed by their entrance. Except for his ears. Like a hunting dog listening for the silent footsteps of a fox, his ears remained perky and wary for anything his 'captors' did.

Finally, after the silence had become sickening, one figure stepped forward and knelt down in front of the prisoner. He looked at the prisoner and tried to get a good glimpse of his face, but the prisoner seemed to try to avoid being seen. After he realized he was getting nowhere, the man sighed heavily,

"It's useless. Just like you said." He said.

"I told you that, but you wouldn't listen to me. He's been like this ever since we brought him in last year. I'm not sure if I should be content with his wellbeing or frightened. What if-" A second voice that was elderly sounding was cut off by a third masked man's voice, this one a little more rough.

"Stop right there man. He's not going anywhere. Look at him!"

"You shouldn't underestimate him. We did that last time, and look what it brought us? It was almost the end of us. But you would like that wouldn't you?" The first voice said again, his thick foreign accent coming out a little more this time as he tried to touch the prisoners face. The prisoner wildly swung his head around and grunted, trying to avoid his grasp. The first man seemed to become frustrated as he tried to grab the prisoner's face,

"God what's wrong with you!" he said as he tried to grasp his face, but he kept eluding him. "Stop moving!" he yelled once again but the prisoner would simply not comply. "STOP!" He yelled once more before agitatedly landing a punch on the prisoners face. The prisoner began to silently laugh as the first man was pulled off by the fourth figure.

"You stop! This is pointless." The fourth figure stated.

"It's useless. He's becoming worse and worse every day. It's frightening." The second man said. The others didn't respond, but they all seemed to agree through the silence.

"Why do we bother?" The first man said in a disgusted but also disappointed tone. There was a pause before the fourth figure spoke up in a more feminine voice,

"Because he was one of us." She said.

"Mike….Mike, Mike, Mike…he just doesn't get it does he…hm…hmhm…hmhmhmhaha…hahahahahaha!" the prisoner laughed aloud suddenly.

"Mal…what's wrong with you…" The feminine voice spoke up as she inspected his frantic form, yelling and screaming as he twisted and turned in his shackles.

"He will never get rid of me…he needs me…I will show him…I will show him what happens when he locks someone up for years, then lets them go only to lock them up again! I'll show him! I'll show him!"

*Mike's House*

Dr. Dwayne Miller examined Mike as he sat on the small bed provided to him. The office was cold, and so white that it was almost blinding. Every nook and cranny was spotless, devoid of all dirt or germs. It certainly was exceptionally clean. Dwayne chuckled and pulled the stethoscope away from Mike's chest, relieving Mike of its cold touch.

"Well, I've checked everything out Mike, and it seems to me like you're a healthy young man." He summarized.

"But, um Doctor, are you sure there isn't anything wrong? I mean, I had this massive headache that almost got me and my friends killed while I was driving. Surely that must be something?" Mike wondered. Dwayne put his arm on Mike's shoulder and chuckled,

"No, no my dear boy that's nothing to be afraid of. You probably had a migraine or a headache if you will. We all have them, so it's nothing to be worried about. What I would suggest, is that you get plenty of rest, take some Advil, and don't operate heavy machinery right? Haha, yeah, anyway just don't drive for a little while. It may be safer to just rest for at least three days before you get back on the road. Let someone else drive for you if you must. Sound good?" Dwayne asked smiling. Mike nodded his head,

"I guess so. Maybe I'm just overthinking this." Dwayne patted him on the back,

"It happens to a lot of people. Well, anyway, I'll give your mom the details, and you can go back to the lobby. Oh and here!" Dwayne held out a lollipop for Mike with a smile on his face. Mike, a little confused as to why he was giving it to him, slowly accepted the treat from the doctor's hand. He did know that Doctors only gave out things like that to little kids right? Well, it wasn't something to bother with. At least now he knew it was safe to go out with Zoey, so long as he wasn't driving the car.

Mike's mother collected the information on Mike's check-up, and thanked Dwayne for his help. When Mike finally got back home, he flopped on his bed and sunk his face into his nice cold pillow. A nice coolness washed over his face, as he buried it into his pillow.

Bzzzzztt!

Mike turned over and spotted his phone buzzing on his dresser. He quickly walked over to it. Zoey's number read on the front screen, so Mike immediately accepted her call,

"Hey Zoey. What's up? I was about to get ready for our double date with Jasmine and Shawn." Mike said as he placed the phone between his shoulder and his cheek, securing it next to his ear and in the clutches of his neck.

"Mike, are you sure you're ok? I mean, I you shouldn't come if your head still hurts…we don't have to go…" Zoey began slowly but Mike cut her off with a light chuckle,

"Please Zoey, its fine. But thank you. I already had it checked out by the doctor, and he said that I should just take some Advil. I'll take some before I go. Also, I suggest we stick to walking this time. The Doctor said I shouldn't be driving."

"Ok…well where should we meet?" She asked.

"I'll pick you up at your house and we can walk together. Sound good?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, sounds great. See you then Mike! Love you!" Zoey said her attitude noticeably more optimistic and energetic. Mike was glad to hear her sound more positive, and was glad she wouldn't worry about his arm. It was no big deal really.

Mike immediately realized that it was almost time to go, and ran into his bathroom. Once inside, he quickly pulled out his can of hair spray, and flipped up his hair in his favorite hairdo; an upward flip. He then sprayed some breath spray into his mouth, and made sure that he looked presentable to Zoey's parents before he took her out. Once he was done grooming himself, he grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys and dashed downstairs.

"I'm going with Zoey to the movies mom! I'll have my phone on me if you need me!" Mike called into the house.

"All right, have fun!" His mother called back.

"I will! Later!" Mike called before walking out the door

*Jasmine's front lawn*

Shawn had just said goodbye to Jasmine's parents as the two began to leave for the movie theater for their double date with Mike and Zoey. They held hands, regardless of the awkward size difference between the two. They didn't care however, because the love connection between the two was so strong, that they didn't care what others thought of them. They only had eyes for each other, and their significant other was all they needed for company. Of course, having friends didn't hurt either.

The couple began silently walking down the sidewalk when Jasmine broke the silence, "You know Shawn, I still wonder about Sammy. She's still stuck with her wicked sister, and yet she still hasn't stood up to her. I fear she may never earn her freedom if she continues to be so naïve and helpless. I should see her again…it's been to long…" Jasmine said, her voice drowning out.

"I completely agree with you, but the problem is, Amy has Sammy wrapped around her pinky. Everywhere she goes, Sammy has to go as well. If only we could separate the two, we might have a chance to talk, but after last year, Amy's gotten so paranoid, that she takes Sammy everywhere with her. There's no way you'd be able to talk with her without Sammy getting a beating from Amy for it. Maybe someday we'll be able to help her out, but I fear it won't be anytime soon." Shawn explained. Jasmine sadly nodded, as she realized what he was saying was indeed true.

"I mean," Jasmine continued, "if we did talk to her though, even though we'd be taking that chance, we might be able to make a breakthrough, and with our presence, she might actually begin to stand up to her. I feel like this is her only option besides living the life of a helpless clone to her sister." Jasmine stated sadly. Shawn seemed to ponder this for a moment before responding himself.

"If you do that…you know you'll be gambling your last chances of speaking with her before Amy gets extremely paranoid, and she might do something horrible to Sammy. Something so horrible, that…dare I say it…might…actually force her back into her anti-social shell. Like as if Amy is brainwashing her into thinking that she is putting her into her place." Shawn spoke, explaining his view on the situation. Jasmine considered this for a moment before angrily kicking up some dirt on a nearby lawn.

"It's so unfair! Why should Sammy be the one to go through this? What has she done to deserve this?"

"I don't know." Shawn replied. Jasmine had stopped walking on the sidewalk now placed her hand on her face.

"I'm sorry Shawn, I'm disrupting our date with something depressing like this. C'mon, let's go." She said before walking in a faster rate than before. Shawn nearly tripped trying to catch up.

*Zoey's House*

Zoey sat on her bed, waiting for her boyfriend to arrive. She was currently staring at her phone, but after growing bored of the games on it, she brought out a scrapbook she made of some of the great memories she had with Mike and her friends. As she pulled out the relatively new book, she smiled, knowing that the pictures inside were filled of fond memories.

Zoey flipped open the book to the first page, which began right after Mike and Zoey had officially hooked up after the 'Mal Disaster'. The first picture was the two of them, standing in the locker room hugging each other with great smiles plastered on their faces. Mike's face was slightly red, as he had asked her out only moments before. Zoey's smile got even bigger as she tried to remember the moment herself. It truly was one of the best moments of her life.

The next picture was of her, Mike, and the rest of their friends on their first time hanging out. That day, they had decided on hanging out at Noah's house, seeing as it was the largest on account of his wealthy parents being lawyers and all. One by one, Zoey examined the poses each of her friends had. On the left, were Harold and Cameron, who each had their arms around one another, smiling as they looked at the camera. Next to them, was Cody who was, not surprisingly, being strangled by Sierra. Zoey actually laughed upon seeing Cody's horror stricken face, not in a malicious way, but in a pitiful way. Then there was Izzy and Noah. Noah was barely keeping his balance as the psychotic redheaded lunatic sat on his shoulders, and pointed towards the camera in excitement.

Then there was Jasmine, Shawn, Mike, and herself. Mike was wearing a zombie mask and had scared Shawn into Jasmine's arms (who looked down at him with a grin). Zoey herself was laughing in between Jasmine and Mike as she watched the display before her. Such good times made her want to relive the moment right then and there. Zoey began pondering what tonight would be like when she heard a knock at the door.

Quick as a flash, Zoey darted from her bed and ran to the door, but her father beat her to the punch, and had already welcomed Mike in.

"Ahh, Mike! Zoey told me you were on your way. How are you? How're your parents?" Mr. Summers asked with a smile. Mike nervously chuckled, completely oblivious to Zoey's presence in the room.

"Oh we're both fine, thank you. How're you?" Mike asked politely. Mr. Summers then noticed that Zoey was on the stairs, watching her boyfriend interact with her father. In a way, to Zoey it was sort of amusing. She smiled and waved at Mike who waved back. Mr. Summers laughed,

"Haha, I'm fine too thank you Mike. Alright, I'll let you too go. Have fun tonight, and make sure you're not back too late." Mr. Summers warned in a teasing manner. Mike nodded sincerely,

"I'll make sure we're not back too late Mr. Summers, you can count on me." Mike said before Zoey led him outside and he said goodbye to the rest of her family. The door closed behind them, and they soon found themselves walking to the movie theater.

"I can't believe that this is the last day of our spring break already! It just started!" Zoey said while resting her head on Mike's shoulder as they strolled towards the Movie Theater.

"I know, and the amount of homework that Mr. Franklin laid on us is ridiculous. I've barely even started so I'll need to hop to it once we get back. That and I've got some English homework from Mrs. Nelson that I've got to complete. Homework's such a pain." Mike said running his hand through his hair.

"I know! I've got some work from my Spanish teacher, Mrs. Gonzales and I haven't even started! I'll probably get to sleep at like 3 in the morning. It's so stupid how teachers just pile up homework on us and then expect us to finish it in time!" Zoey exclaimed. Mike laughed and nodded his head in agreement. "Oh! By the way, I completely forgot to ask, how's that headache? Did the Advil help? I can't believe I forgot after today's incident…" Zoey said as she rubbed her head.

"Its fine Zoey, thanks for asking. Really, the Advil's really helping. You probably forgot it because it's not important." Mike said,

"It's not ok though Mike, I mean what if it's more than just a headache?" Zoey asked. Mike kissed her on the forehead before replying,

"Thanks, but I'll be fine." He said and Zoey smiled at him before the two hugged each other.

"I'll always be here for you if you need help." Zoey said as they hugged.

"And I'll always be here for you." Mike responded. The two then broke up their hug and began moving off towards the movie. They had a date to get to, and they didn't want to leave Shawn and Jasmine waiting.

*Amy's House*

"SAMEY! Hurry up with that coffee! I told you to bring it here like, five minutes ago!" Amy yelled from inside her room. Downstairs, her twin sister was trying as fast as she could to create three cups of coffee for her sister and her two visiting friends. Her hands worked at the speed of lightning as she prepared the beverages for her sister and her friends. When she had finally gotten them together on a platter, Sammy began to bring the platter with the three mugs of coffee up to her sister.

"I'm coming! Hold on!" She pleaded as she reached the top of the steps. Suddenly, one of her feet was stuck under the lip of the top step, and she fell. Hot coffee flew everywhere and while most of it landed on the carpet, a dreadful amount landed on her skin.

"AAAAAAHHHH!" She screamed as she tried to wipe the hot beverage off of her skin. It burned horribly, but thankfully it wasn't enough to seriously ruin her skin. It only burned a little, and it didn't damage any skin tissue. Amy had heard the noise, and opened her door to see her sister outside, in a mess, covered in hot coffee with the rest of it spilled on the floor.

"GOD SAMEY! Can't you do ANYTHING right?!" Amy asked before she smacked Sammy across the face, hard. Sammy fell back down on the carpet and Amy shook her head in disgust. "Honestly, and they wonder why I boss you around so much. I'm trying to help you, and you just make a klutz of yourself. Make us a second batch and make it quick." Amy ordered before closing the door once again.

Sammy felt hot tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes. More, now than ever, she felt like the most useless, undesirable, piece of trash in the world. Nobody wanted her, and those that did, were forbidden from seeing her. Sammy couldn't help but being to cry. As she began picking up the mess she had created, she overheard some of her sister's conversation,

*Amy's Room*

"This isn't some rinky-dink little plan I've got here." Heather spoke. "This will take some time, and a series of humiliations to finally finish this plague of 'losers' that seem to have overtaken our school. I, as much as anyone, want it just to turn back to normal, where people with class are at the top." She confessed.

"Please, once we're done with tonight, I'm sure I'll be all over." Anna Maria snickered, but Heather scoffed.

"Anna Maria you simple minded moron, this is a series of events that will eventually drive the rat out of her hole and bring our little community back to normal. I just said this isn't a one-step plan! Pay attention!"

"Sorry but my nails need attention too!" Anna Maria said defensively as she continued doing her nails.

"Ugh, can you just go over it again? I think this dimwit forgot!" Amy said glaring at Anna Maria, who barely heard her. Heather rolled her eyes before repeating the plan she had devised to get rid of Mike and Zoey.

"Alright, I overheard that Shawn, Jasmine, Zoey and Mike are going on a double date at the Bentlee's Movie Theater tonight. We'll go to see that new movie, Total fighter's 3 or something like that, and we'll wait until the middle of the movie. Then, Amy, you'll dress up like Samey-"

"EW!" Amy screeched

"Oh shut up! You'll dress up like Samey, and tell Mike that Harold, or Noah, or whatever wants to see him outside about something important. If he asks what, tell him it's really important and that they told you not to say. Just get him to get out of the movie theater by himself."

From behind Amy's door, Sammy listened, wide eyed at the plan that was unfolding in front of her. She couldn't bear to hear the rest though; she needed to warn her friends immediately. It was almost time for the movie to start, and she had a feeling they would be there soon. She would need to run, and fast! Not to mention her sister and her friends would be leaving any time now as well! She would need to leave right now! And with that being decided, Sammy quietly ran downstairs, threw on a light sweatshirt, and bolted out the door without even saying goodbye to her father. Not that he would care anyways. He never really cared about what she and her sister did as long as it didn't bother him.

Sammy dashed down the sidewalk towards Bentlee's Movie Theater. She needed to get there, and soon. If she didn't get there in time…her best friends…her only friends…would be publicly humiliated in whatever form her sadistic sister and her friends were planning. 'This is it Sammy! Use your cheerleading skills for this! You didn't run all that time just for fun! You can do this!' Sammy thought in her mind as she began picking up speed. It was only a matter of time now.