Well here is Chapter 3, one of the main aspects inspired by my dream. R&R please and enjoy!

Chapter 3

Andrew was thrown into a large room, a gray room, walls dull, after a long drag by two muscular warriors. The gray door was immediately slammed shut after Andrew was basically tossed inside. He shivered at the cold stone beneath him and sat up, looking around, seeing five other faces around him. Four males, one female. As the cold made his skin quiver and staring up at the figures, it almost made him think helplessly maybe death as a punishment could be worse than this, locked up so coldly. If he was dead, at least StarClan would be waiting for him and with that thought, he felt a glimmer of hope and pushed those thoughts away-even with the worry pulsing at him while the betrayal of his best friend still sinking in.

"New guy?" questioned the muscular man with dark curly hair.

Andrew looked directly at him, wondering thoughts in his head and nodded.

"Another one," murmured the Latino young woman with long, wavy, reddish brown hair. Another man, the youngest man, maybe late twenties nodded himself. He was Indian with thick, black hair and deep brown eyes wearing a faded blue button up and jeans.

The Indian stranger knelt to Andrew and held out his hand. "Hey, man. Sorry this happened to you. I'm Lawrence Kutner," he introduced before helping him up and shaking his hand. "You are?"

"Andrew Savage. You know, it's amazing we actually have the ability to keep our last names."

Lawrence Kutner nodded. "I agree Savage. I'll introduce you." He motioned to the Latino girl. "This is the lovely Jessica."

Jessica gave a weak smile and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, I guess."

"You seem familiar," Andrew commented. "Maybe I've seen you sometime."

Lawrence nodded, then motioned to an older man with white hair and bright blue eyes. "This is Tom, you might know him."

Tom dipped his head to Andrew and shook his hand as well. "Welcome." He spoke with a New York accent.

Lawrence next nodded to a very tall man with a fedora hat and long black trench coat. The shadow of his hat made his amber eyes mysterious. "This is the funniest man you will ever meet, this is Freddy."

"I know you too. You're Mitsuki's father." Andrew stated. "You spoke out during a meeting."

Freddy spoke, almost in a proud manner. "Yep, sure did and sure am."

Kutner finally motioned to the curly hair man. "This is-"

"Burton," Andrew finished. "I haven't seen you in moons since…"

"Since that meeting," Burton said, nodding. "I know."

Andrew sighed and looked around. "So this is where they go." He almost said that to himself.

"What did you do, if that's not too personal?" Jessica asked.

Andrew sighed again. "I said no to murder an outsider."

"No," Lawrence gasped.

"Yes. And Ryan didn't do anything."

"Well, I wouldn't expect-"

"You don't understand. He was my best friend."

"I'm so sorry," Jessica apologized.

Freddy pat him on the back. "Should I get him next time I see him?"

Andrew gave a weak smile, but that only lasted so long. "So what did you guys do?"

Tom and Jessica exchanged glances. "We had this escape plan hatched a while ago, you may have heard about that," Tom explained. "Some others were involved but we got caught. Jessica and I got the blame." Jessica looked down, almost in a disappointed manner.

Freddy shrugged. "Made a couple jokes during a meeting. I thought it was funny."

"Since when does Ares have a sense of humor?" Lawrence questioned coolly.

Andrew nodded in agreement.

"I was like you and rebelled in a way," Burton informed. "Not a good idea."

"But for a good cause," Lawrence pointed out.

"Andy you?" the new man asked him next.

Lawrence sighed, but began. "I probably have the most unique story. I didn't defy him, I didn't say no to an order, but I… Recommended a healing program."

Andrew gave a confused look. "He threw you in here for that?"

Lawrence nodded. "I want to heal people, not hurt them. I think he's afraid of being rivaled in power, a healer could do that. And he doesn't believe in StarClan. Maybe I offended him, I don't know. I asked to speak with him and you can see what happened." He motioned around the room.

"That's awful, what a good idea," Andrew commented sadly.

Lawrence shrugged. "I'm used to this. Most stay here some moons to learn their lesson, me on the other hand…" he trailed off and looked down. "I won't have that luxury."

"Why not?"

Lawrence looked him straight in the eye now. "I've figured that out a long time ago. He thinks I'll get out, spread my idea, and over throw him." He turned and walked ot the center of the room to where a fire pit was located. "We don't get much heat from this pitiful thing, but at least it's something." He unsheathed a dull knife and a flint from his pocket and began to scratch at the side of the flint above the pit, trying to start a spark.

Andrew glanced over to his new friend. "And would you?"

Finally a spark eventually began a small fire and Lawrence set down the tools and just glared at the small flames. "Would what?"

"Spread the word."

Kutner continued to gaze at the flames that reflected in his deep brown eyes, only making it more obvious the resentment and almost dull look in his eyes. Like the dull look of lost hope burning there. "I'd do everyone a favor," he stated. "After what's happened, yes, I would."