Chapter 4

I'm back again! No I'm not, what am I talking about. I don't own Bakugan or Spin Master™, carry on.

Contains a time skip to the night of ice-cream day? What?

I woke with a start, my vision blurry. "What… What's that?" I said, thinking out loud. It couldn't have been Marianna, because she never woke up in the night. I also ruled out the possibility of it being a burglar, as we have a pretty hi-tech security system. So if it wasn't those… Then what could that insanely loud crash have been? Just then, a grenade looking thing flew across the room, distracting me from my deep thought. I heard a click and thick black smoke fogged the air around me. Through the smoke I could see a blue flicker, almost like somebody had ripped open the fuse box and sparks were flying out. "H-hello..?" I called out, not expecting a response.

What happened next was completely random. A blue flash* zipped through the smoke swirling around the room. I felt a hand over my mouth and a knee in the small of my back, and I could hear annoyingly high pitched laughter as it mixed in with my muffled screams. I was about to lash out at my assailant, but a hand stopped me and harshly pushed my arm against my upper back, twisting it around. Before I had managed to turn and take a look at the one who had so brutally held me like this, I was gone, and had lost all control or consciousness.

I was falling into a dark abyss, a seemingly endless void of doom and despair. I could hear voices wavering in and out of my mind. Was I going insane? I heard some voices I knew as well. That of my grandma, who had passed away. My dad, who had always been my closest friend up until I met Marianna. Marianna herself, telling me that it would be okay, that I would make it through this odd existence of being.

Then I woke up. The floor felt like metal, and my frozen bare feet skittered across it as if it were ice. I could feel my way around the cell that held me, and the walls were smooth and matt. Three of them anyway, as one served as a door and was structured almost as if somebody had crudely slapped two spider-webs one on top of the other. The only difference was that the webby gateway to my freedom (or penultimate doom) was cast in wrought iron bars. When my eyes finally adjusted to the light I could see several cells like my own out of the gaps in the bars. Other humans were sleeping soundly in their cold steel prisons, and I wondered what for.

*If you're Lydia or Thomas you will probably get this.