Hey Guys! Chapter 7 is up! And the real action begins at this point! Enjoy 3

Sonic arrived home, completely relieved to escape such a boring conference about the crime of the town. It wasn't exactly his cup of tea to be listening to endless conversations with Governors about making streets safer. He just wanted to be home with his fiancé.

However, he knew things were different when he arrived home to find three servants looking extremely worried whilst they rushed around, checking areas of the palace. One maid was tucked into a ball, biting the skin on her bottom lip, rocking slightly backwards and forwards. Sonic frowned, had there been a terrorist attack? Edward was so busy rushing around he very nearly collided into his master.

"Your Majesty! Thank Goodness you're home!", he cried, regaining his step.

"Edward, exactly what is going on?", Sonic enquired. Edward looked very uneasy and pale.

"I have terrible news, Sir, your fiancé is nowhere to be seen!"

"Edward, Lindsay easily gets lost in this place, I doubt it would be anything to worry about"

"Your Majesty, your fiancé's room is completely stripped, and her belongings are gone. Her bed sheets were constructed into a rope and was left hanging from the balcony. She is nowhere to be seen"

WHAT?!

Sonic bolted upstairs to Lindsay's room, and true to Edward's word, all of Lindsay's belongings including pictures of her friends, were gone. He noticed the rope on the balcony, and was about to go there until something caught his eye - a beautiful hairclip on the small tea table. As Sonic got nearer, he noticed there was a note underneath the hairclip. He brushed the clip away and peered at the note. The words read out loud -

I'm Sorry x.

Sonic remained silent for a few minutes. Edward hesitantly joined him in the room, Sonic still remained silent. Edward cleared his throat.

"Sir, what shall we do?", he asked timidly. Sonic shook his head slightly, as though he was awaking from a daydream.

"Inform the National Guards that Lindsay is in the area somewhere, and to operate a search and rescue mission. Not matter how hard it will be for them, I want her back. No exceptions"

Lindsay awoke from yet another recurring nightmare within the last hour she had been in the train. One of them, She was with Dixie and they were escaping from the palace but suddenly collided with Sonic, and Dixie ran for her life but Lindsay was under captivity and couldn't escape from Sonic; he was completely strong and unstoppable…

Another, she was suddenly in her wedding dress and walking down the aisle. The vicar asked the usual questions that are asked at a wedding ceremony, but the strangest thing was that he kept asking Sonic but not Lindsay, so her protests and opinions were ignored. The vicar officially announced they were man and wife, Sonic leaned closer to her for a kiss, his eyes glinting darkly as he said in a menacing voice, "It's official, Linds".

The worst of them was that Lindsay had finally reached the train station in Central Square, but when she got out onto the platform, someone grabbed a hold of her and smothered her with a filthy cloth and possibly turpentine. Lindsay had hallucinations, and when the hallucinations ended she was back in her room at the palace. Sonic was standing in front of her, arms folded, laughing as he said, "It's not over, Linds"

By this rate, Lindsay was very scared of falling asleep again so she tried to distract herself by thinking of the scariest things in her mind - standing at the edge of a skyscraper, catching swine flu, her father, the Blair Witch, Sonic, being killed by a mass murderer, Sonic, being raped, the slightest possibility of having cervical cancer… Within 20 minutes, Lindsay was far more awake than she ever was during her journey.

The train was getting closer to Capital City. Lindsay sat up excitedly, knowing her new life began here - where she would be free. However, her excitement lasted only a few minutes when she noticed the slums in the outskirts of the city; observing homeless people gathering around fires made in dustbins, homeless people threatening each other with knives, small children sleeping in battered bus stops, observing the littered, rat-ridden streets, observing the depression in the atmosphere.

More fears filled her mind when she saw the grand buildings becoming visible in her sight. Would she be alone at the station at first? Would Chris's cousin actually be there or was it all a trick? Would she have to change her identity when she would arrive at the train station?

After a full 40 minutes, the train eventually stopped at the station. Lindsay peered fearfully at the surroundings - not much to say, just a few jazz performers attempting to make money by playing their saxophones, some businessmen buying coffee at a coffee stand whilst bickering on their Blackberry phones, a young-looking nun putting up posters on pillars obviously attempting to raise money for the poor… and some guards interrogating some normal citizens. They had posters and asking whether or not they had seen the person, they also carried fully equipped guns. Lindsay glanced at the person they were looking for. She gasped to herself.

She was the person they were looking for! Sonic was obviously behind this. Fucking Hell, he works as fast as he runs, Lindsay thought to herself. How could she get off the train without being recognised???

Lindsay found a scarf in her holdall, and wrapped it around her head as if she were a cancer patient going through her chemotherapy and losing her quills as a side effect. She kept her head down low as not to be recognised. She left the train.

Things went well, at first. Lindsay left the train without any bother and glided past the national guards without being questioned. She began to feel confident. Now, to find Chris's cousin, she thought to herself.

"HEY! YOU!", a voice boomed behind her. Lindsay suddenly turned round to find 3 National Guards running towards her, a waiter from the train pointing in her direction. She swallowed. Lindsay was no longer in her care-free life - now she had to think and act fast. This was no longer a game - it was a matter of freedom.

She began to run towards the exit but immediately stopped to find around 7 National Guards there waiting for her. They began to move. Lindsay felt faint, there was nowhere to run at all.

Suddenly to her surprise, the nun nearby screamed, "OVER HERE!!!", and all of a sudden pulled away her long black robes to reveal a Smith and Wessom M76 Submachine gun, and began to fire at the National Guards. Most of the guards were hit and fell down by the sudden effect of the fire, lying and groaning at their wounds. Some guards began to fire back. Lindsay squealed and ducked, feared she would get shot as a result. She looked suspiciously at the nun who's face was screwed up with concentration, shooting at many guards in the distance.

"Are you Chris's cousin?", Lindsay enquired. The nun glanced at her, eyes blazing, ducking behind a pillar at the far end of the station, Lindsay followed her.

"Questions later! I'm a bit busy just now!", she shouted over the gunshots. The guards began to fight back a bit too vigorously, as they shot bullets endlessly in their direction, including throwing Molotov cocktails which created fires around them, the flames indicating danger.

"DO something!", Lindsay cried. The nun ignored her, she paused and looked at her watch.

Any minute now…

The nun began to shoot more bullets at the guards. More guards began to move towards the pillars in which the nun had stuck posters originally. They were getting closer…

The nun, again, checked her watch…

3... 2... 1...

Purple gas hissed from behind the posters, making the guards choke and suffocate to a great extent, the guards collapsing to the floor coughing and spluttering. This was an excellent subterfuge.

"MOVE!", the nun shouted, and dragged Lindsay by the arm and running towards the nearest exit. Lindsay did not argue - she just wanted to get away.

The advantage of arriving at the station around 1am was that there was hardly anybody in the streets. But just to be sure, the nun stopped at a corner and pulled her outfit off to reveal a normal blue top and camouflage trousers, her quills very short and spiky and a very pale brown colour. Her eyes were a deep blue, almost black. She grabbed the headscarf she wore with her outfit and wrapped it around Lindsay's face so her face was completely hidden, except her eyes.

"If anyone asks, you're an exchange student from Mokbana who is here to study the English language. You do not understand the English language, so therefore you can't speak English at all, so if anyone talks to you, just look at them confusingly and do. Not. Blow. Your. Cover. Understand?"

"Yeah, but-"

"No time! Move!"

The two girls ran to the nearest car and began the engine. The nun looked around fearfully and suddenly drove. Lindsay stared wondrously at the beautiful skyscrapers but had not a lot of time to look at them for the nun drove at a high speed.

The atmosphere was quiet between them. They were getting away safely. No, they weren't. After 10 minutes of driving, a sickening siren was heard behind them. The nun sighed and pulled over. Then she was inspired. She got the remainders of her outfit and stuffed it up Lindsay's top over her stomach, and Lindsay's stomach suddenly looked huge and round. She stared at the nun curiously.

"Pretend you have gone into labour", she simply said, and pulled her window down to the police officer. Lindsay didn't need encouraging. The car was already very warm, so she started to sweat, especially with the hundreds of layers of clothing covering her. She screwed her eyes up with pain, and began to moan painfully, rubbing her stomach.

The police officer, leaned into the open window, staring at them suspiciously.

"Ma'am, Do you realise you were speed-driving in a 20 mph zone?", he enquired.

"Yes, I do officer. I'm very sorry, but my friend here is pregnant and has gone into strong labour. I desperately need to get her to hospital", the nun argued.

"I understand her condition, but you were still speed-driving. Ma'am, I need you to step out of the car"

Lindsay realised they were getting nowhere and began to moan louder, forcing tears to dribble out of her eyelids. She clutched her 'bump' desperately. Lindsay fearfully patted the nun's shoulder and stuck fours fingers up with her hand, looking very overdramatic. The police officer frowned at her.

"Ma'am are you okay?", he asked. The nun got out a tissue and dabbed at the small revealing part of Lindsay's forehead.

"She's trying to tell me her contractions are four minutes apart from each other; that means she is almost ready to give birth. She can't understand you, she can't speak English"

"I see, but-"

"Officer! How dare you stop to enquire us whilst this woman is about to give birth! You must at least understand why we were speeding, considering the obvious circumstances. Now, if you excuse us, my friend needs urgent medical attention", the nun finished, and rolled up her window. The police officer looked quite embarrassed and nodded at the two women, allowing them to go; he was defeated.

The two girls continued to drive away. Eventually they reached a small apartment in a suburb area. The nun beckoned Lindsay to the door and unlocked it. Inside was pretty much basic furniture and appliances. The living room was pretty spacious, the kitchen had a proper fridge and cooker and other gadgets such as a kettle, a coffee machine, and a microwave. A Three-seated suite and matching chairs surrounded a small television in one corner, and there was also a desk with a purple laptop, two bookcases filled with textbooks, and a small coffee table with a phone and a small vase.

The bathroom was quite small, but did have the usual basic needs such as a toilet, and a shower etc., and was kept quite immaculate. There were two bedrooms down the small hallway, one was filled and the other wasn't.

Lindsay sat cautiously on a chair and peered at her surroundings. The nun threw her ridiculous outfit into her room and then joined Lindsay in the living room.

"Anyway", she began, "I am Chris's cousin, my name's Meg. Now, as long as you follow my advice and rules, you can be completely hidden from your old life. Chris told me you will write to him and your other friends, and that's okay as long as you DON'T write our address so they can write back. Otherwise word will break out and this Blue hedgehog guy will track you down within minutes. Now the most important rule in this household is - don't get involved and you don't get hurt. So be careful when you're outside in the city"

"But won't I be recognised if I go out since the National Guards are looking for me?"

"Don't worry, I'll give you a full makeover so they won't recognise you"

"Listen, at the station, how did that purple gas appear behind the posters you had put up?"

"I planted thin detonators behind the posters which extracted a very powerful sedative substance I created, and they were also on timers. Worked well, didn't it?"

"But what about the security cameras in the station? They'd obviously have filmed us getting away!"

"Ah! Wait 'till you find out who was behind it! Now, are you hungry? I do have some things in the fridge, so would you like a sandwich? I do a very mean ham club sandwich"

Lindsay was starving for anything. As soon as she received her sandwich she devoured it eagerly. Whilst the two girls ate their sandwiches, the door opened and slammed shut. Lindsay tensed up, Meg laughed at her.

"Linds, relax! It's just my roomie! And my boyfriend"

A red bat wearing dark overalls came into the living room. He pretended to be amazed by Lindsay's appearance by keeling over with pretend shock. He then laughed fondly.

"Hey, what's up, meg?", he asked in a very friendly African-American accent. He and Meg kissed for a moment, and then went up to Lindsay and offered to shake her hand, Lindsay happily accepted and shook his hand.

"My name's Stan", he announced. He also had a friendly smile. Meg sat up happily.

"Linds, Stan's the one who disconnected all the security cameras in the station", she said. Lindsay gawped.

"But how?", she asked eagerly.

"I disconnected the wires where the cameras were connected to the computers in the security area, and I slipped in a recorded video into the machine which was previously a security video of the station about 3 weeks ago, and all the videos taken that day appeared on the screens, a very cool camouflage", he smiled.

"But won't they find out?"

"Don't worry, it'll take the security men about 2 hours time to find out they've been tricked. Besides, I wore a disguise, so they can't find us", he said proudly.

"Stan's an expert with this kind of stuff", Meg informed Lindsay.

"Now, this day must have been extremely busy for you, so are you tired at all?", asked Stan.

"I admit, I'm very tired. I kept having nightmares on the train", Lindsay replied.

Meg and Stan were very understanding and led Lindsay to the spare room and put her belongings into the room beside her.

"Get as much rest as you want, you can sleep as long as you want. Just remember, soon we will have to change your appearance and such if you want to go out in public", Stan told Lindsay in a serious voice.

"Goodnight, Linds, let us know if you need anything", Meg offered politely, and the couple returned to the living-room.

Lindsay sat on the bed and looked at the room. It was big, not as big as the room in the palace, but big enough for her to move around in. She looked outside the window beside her bed. The room had a beautiful view of the city as it lit up, indicating hopes and dreams. She only knew Meg and Stan for a short while, but she immediately loved them for being very supportive and understanding. The action that day really shook her, but Lindsay could sense a new beginning for her even in the bedroom.

She could sense a new life. Content, Lindsay yawned and settled down into the bed, ready for happy dreams to take over her thoughts.

OMG music really inspires me!

Like when i was writing the station scene and the National Guards came I was listening to "Agent Of Chaos" by Hans Zimmer, from the film 'The Dark Knight'. Listen to it - it's got a lot of action in it! It's really good!

Anyway, God bless my iPod which inspires me a lot lol!

Again, thanks for reading!

(A/N) - Seth and Meg, and Edward are OCs. The Blair Witch belongs to 'The Blair Witch Project' owned by Eduardo Sanchez and this other guy lol