A/N now the real actions begin!!!! Lol, now I am able to copy up all of the written chapters I have done, so hopefully, an update a day if I can manage it! And I haven't got any exams till July! I am very happy. Thanks for any reviews I have been given!
It was no good. Nothing could pull her from her spiralling sense of horrific despair. She would just keep sinking, like through quicksand.
The Caleriswith had taken the very people that meant so much to her in this Universe. The Caleriswith had taken Luke and Sarah-Jane... and she had no idea what to do about it.
Morgana had a cushion clasped close to her chest, rocking backwards and forwards gently, trying desperately to claw her was back to reality. It took all her strength not to give into the welcoming darkness. Stress. That's what it was. But it was also a memory, a memory of the same pain filling her heart.
It felt like she had been dragged across the Void again. It felt like she had just lost her family and her world again. But that didn't make any logical sense. It was the same pain. But she had only lost friends this time, the two people in this universe she had been sure to rely on. Now they were Gone.
She could here murmured conversations around the Attic.
Rani and Clyde were conversing with Mr Smith, Morgana could hear them talking, discussing the best course of action, attempting to triangulate the location which Sarah-Jane had been taken too, and she knew she should be helping.
But for some reason unknown to her super-amazing mind, she couldn't bring herself to focus. It was like she was swimming through treacle and needed to get air, but the impossibly thick liquid kept her underwater... cutting off her oxygen supply... dragging her deeper...
Suddenly she was bought back to reality with a snap, as she felt a hand touch her shoulder lightly. Morgana praised whoever it was that had released her from the darkness.
It was Rani. She was stood above Morgana with a hardly concealed worry lining her face, and holding Morgana's purple jacket limply in one hand.
"Mr Smith has isolated their position by using a tracker Sarah-Jane installed in her back pocket when she left the room apparently," Rani smiled briskly, handing the younger girl her coat and handbag. Morgana nodded, steadily emptying the contents of her bag into the multitude of inside pockets of her coat. "They're in a warehouse some 3 miles from here, out by the junkyard somewhere. A bus'll take us most of the way, but we'll have to walk the rest."
Morgana nodded again, slipping her arms into her coat and roughly pulling it on. She looked up when Rani patted her shoulder again.
"We'll get them back Morgana, don't worry. We will get them back home where they belong," Rani said in much softer tones, somehow reassuring the stricken girl before her.
Morgana nodded, and trailed behind Rani as they left the attic. But it was with a heavy, hopeless, lead tinted heart that Morgana followed her two friends out to the bus stop at the end of the road.
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"What a gloomy place!"
The warehouse was stood apart from the cluster of derelict industrial estate, solitary and dismal. The bricks were stained grey from the heavy oppressive smog that once hung like a blanket over London and swirled around the ground like a great cloud of depression. The windows positioned high up in the brick walls were as dark as pitch, and the great dark green doors were padlocked with a rusty bolt.
"Are you sure they're here?" asked Morgana unconvinced, instinctively moving closer to Rani and Clyde.
"Dark, gloomy building far from prying eyes? Course they're gonna be here Morgana!" scoffed Clyde, slinging his arm around the girl.
Morgana could see his logic, every time someone was taken hostage, the Gang were always led to some bunker or somewhere equally dismal.
"Why do we always get the scary stuff?" Rani asked, wondering aloud and trying to shake off the feeling, shared by the others, that they were being watched.
"Also, and I'm surprised your super brain hasn't noticed this already Morgana, the van that took the Smiths is parked over there!" Clyde continued, pointing to the dark green van, half concealed by a few tree boughs as if hidden by unskilled hands.
Seeing the van as proof gave Morgana a new sense of purpose. She was going to get Luke and Sarah-Jane back, even if it killed her.
"Well then!" she smiled brightly, "Let's go!"
With a shy smile, she strode lightly towards the door, waving her sonic at the lock. Rani and Clyde exchanged shocked and slightly scared looks with each other at the sudden change in their friend before scurrying across the dusty landscape to join her in pushing open the rusty jointed doors.
With all their combined effort, the three teens still only managed to push the door open enough for them to squeeze through. Once they were in though, they found it was much easier to pull the door than to push it.
"Typical," Morgana sighed, and turned to face the inside of the building.
It was huge. Not just big, but Gi-blooming-normous! They were at the top of a flight of industrial stairs. There were green lights hovering above a maze of dark twisting tunnels constructed from crates of old stock, the light casting eerie shadows across everything it touched.
Morgana shivered slightly as she took a hesitant step forward down the flight of rickety stairs. The only way to go was forward.
The trio crept down the first corridor, looking left and right and protecting each other's backs.
Clyde kept twisting sharply behind him, fists raised, before he warily turned back to the girls. For some reason he couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. He cast swift glances into the shadows to make 100% sure, but whatever it was, it was making his skin crawl.
They reached a fork. The two identical tunnels veered off in opposite directions.
"Which way?" hissed Rani, craning her neck to attempt seeing an outcome of the two choices. Morgana began shuffling through her pockets, trying vainly to remember which pocket she had slid her sonic into.
"Found it!" she whispered triumphantly, holding up the slim tube that glowed green in the artificial lighting. She fiddled with the settings calmly and studiously ignoring the fidgets of her friends beside her. She found the right setting and was just about to press the button, when the most awful sound she had ever heard reached her ears.
Suddenly, the air around them was filled with a screeching noise, like nails running over a blackboard, setting Morgana's teeth on edge.
Slowly, the trio turned round to see a large creature slither out of the shadows and gain a form.
"Gooing sooommme where?" it hissed, its long tongue slipping through its sharp teeth causing a snake-like hiss.
They were trapped.
"Run!" Morgana screamed, darting down the right path, dodging a lunging shadow and sprinting for all her life was worth.
The retreating screams told her that, once again, she was on her own.
A/N well what do you all think? sorry if its a bit un-explanatory but hey, it tells the story! Please review for me
