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Cody was pushed through the forest, a spear against the small of his back, at several times drawing blood. It sent pinpricks of pain racing through his body, enough to make him whimper.

The woman- who wasn't actually a woman, but a girl, smirked. She looked about fourteen, with long and flowing nearly black hair- but it was defiantly brown. Her skin was dotted with freckles in a way that made her look more human, and she had the most intriguing blue eyes.

But she was a human- he thought. She looked human, she sounded human, and she gave he affect she was human. So she must be- right? Looks can be deceiving at times, but the small group that had circled them looked just around her age, if not younger.

"Keep going!" She ordered, her voice sharp, and she gingerly pressed the spear more against him. All of her followers- he figured she was the leader- was doing the same to his searching team.

He hadn't known how long he'd been walking, but his feet ached and the sky was turning an inky shade of black. But still, he could see superbly well. He couldn't always, but lately, his vision had been better than ever. When did it start? A little after him and Bailey started dating; he thought.

Bailey- the very word sent his stomach churning and spiraling in a way that made him want to barf. The pressure of the sharp object finally eased, signaling to him that he should stop. A few feet ahead of him was a high barrier or fence.

Looking rather tribal really, thick logs banded together rising two to two and a half stories up, pointed scarily sharp at the top. In front of him were high doors, with two guard dowers at the top. Cody heard the group behind him come to a halt; no one spoke.

The girl who had captured him strode forward. Yes, she was defiantly the leader. A certain air hung around her; the way it to a person with a higher standing. There was a smirk upon her lips, as she looking up to the guard tower.

She said two very strange things- which he assumed was names, and then "It's me- open the gates!" The…words…well one sounded like 'Dee-ah' and the second like 'Fy-dee'. There was a creaking sound, and something tumbling, and the two doors swung open.

The girl roughly grabbed his shoulder and shoved him forward. Although he at first would have thought it were a very primitive civilization- judging the way the spears they were holding were fashioned and their bare feet and sparse clothing. But, now at father examination at what lie around him and their actual clothing they were wearing, he saw wisdom.

The clothing was warrior clothing- stitched perfectly, and looking like something that someone might pay real money for. And inside, there were a lot of people, some even wearing jeans and outfits that London would envy.

The houses- yes houses and not huts- looked like Mexican style houses. Okay, so they weren't really 'houses' but they were a thousand times better looking and probably more suitable than huts. He saw tile in a few houses. They all had metal wire fences around the houses, and mailboxes. They seemed to be split up into clumps, the groupings of houses.

"Come on," The girl said again, pulling Cody along to the center of the actually very large town, or he figured it was the center. It was a tall building that had the words 'town hall' on the sign next to it. But she veered, steering him to a shady building next to it.

At the door was a boy that looked no older than ten, with an over bite, bright brown eyes, and short red hair. He bowed slightly to the girl, who patted his shoulder. "Hey, Ree-ten. Go and get Dee-ah; prisoners." She jerked her finger back at Cody and the bunch.

"Of course Fall!" He said, practically tripping over himself as he ran. Inside, there were cells and doors leading to other rooms. It was dimly lit, and it was stingy and dirty. The jail…

"Put them in groups of two, except this one." She jabbed a finger at Cody, "This leader gets his own cell."

He was grabbed by the shoulders by a strong black boy that looked Fall's age, and pushed him into a smaller cell that was separated from everyone else's. But Cody watched everyone be shoved into their own and he noted no Harper or Alex. He didn't say anything.

Please let them have escaped! He begged silently, falling back against the wall and sliding down to sitting, oh, god please!

"Fall!" A boy burst into the jail area, "Prisoners?" There was venom in his voice, as his eyes glanced over them, "Where did you find them?"

Fall and the boy he assumed was named Dee-ah talked together for a bit, and after awhile he saw Dee-ah strode over to his cage.

"Come on, dude." He said, and Cody blinked in surprise. He was hoisted to his feet and shoved through a door while his followers watched with fearful eyes. The door slammed behind him. Fall stood in a corner, her eyes and face expressionless.

There was a table with two chairs on either side, and a few cabinets in an area to the left.

"Sit." Dee-ah said and he did so. Dee-ah went over to one of the cabinets and pulled out two jars, sat back down and flicked on the light.

"Okay, dude. Now is time for truth. We do things differently than you may expect here, so…yeah. This jar here," He held up a jar filled with something slimly and he screwed the cap off, "In this jar are nasty little bugs. Truth bugs, as we've come to call them." He pulled on out and it was slimy and the most disgusting thing he'd ever seen.

Before Cody could think it was slapped onto his face. He started to take it off, it was disgusting, but Dee-ah raised an eyebrow.

"Wouldn't do that if I were you. I have plenty more anyway. You see, I ask you a question. You answer it truthfully. If you lie, this little bug here will sense it and inject you with poison. You'd be dead within the hour. Okay?"

"Understood." Cody gulped. Dee-ah grinned.

"Good." Cody stared at him hard. Light brown hair, a few freckles on his left side of his face, one eye that was brown and one eye that was half green/half brown, "Name and age?"

"I'm C…Cody Mar…Martin and I'm six…tuh…teen years old." He was very well aware of the bug that crawled across his face, and it seemed that it hadn't killed him yet. But he hadn't lied…he hadn't- so he had nothing to worry about.

"Do you know James Conroy?" Dee-ah asked, his face hardening.

"James Conroy? Wasn't he like a TV star or something?" Cody asked, narrowing his eyes.

"He was…are you in league with him?"

"He's on the island?" Cody gaped, eyes wide, "But how! He wasn't on the boat that crashed!" He protested. Dee-ah studied him, "I mean..no- I'm not in league with him."

"You're not lying…hmm…" He wrote something down, looking to Fall expectantly. She nodded, but her expression as now a mixture between confusion and curiosity.

For the next- well Cody didn't know how long, the two questioned him until it came to one question. One question that seemed not really out of the ordinary, but yet…

"Species?" Dee-ah asked. Cody laughed shortly.

"Human? What else is there?" He chuckled, the bug on his face only a minor distraction of an hour of it on there. Dee-ah's pencil stopped in mid write. He looked at Cody hard, as if searching for something that wasn't there.

"Are you so sure?"

SAVEOURSONNY

"Hand me a vine, will ya Carles?" Freddie asked Carly as he worked on the pool for Portlyn's hut. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he grunted as he grabbed a wood paneling and pulled.

"Here." She said slowly, and handed him one. She watched him absently, not really watching him for looking (his shirt was off- the way pretty much all the guys walked around now), but just because it she was.

Freddie paused, setting the rope down and standing up. He looked at her, tilting his head.

"Why are you staring at me?" She asked, blushing.

"You've been distracted for days." He commented, "It's not like you to be so…out of it." He struggled to grasp the right wording. She shrugged, her mind once again wandering.

"I dunno…" She sighed, "I'm just, confused."

"I think we all are." He chuckled, but it was only half amused, "About what." His voice was warmed with concern.

"We're making a life here." She said simply, "I'm confused on why we aren't making ships and boats and trying to get outta here?" She asked.

"We can't- you know that." Freddie said.

"No! I don't!" She protested, "It's what you tell us- but never why?" She was close to fuming, "I mean, we sit here like we don't want to be rescued or see our families again or anything, when really I cry nightly! We put our efforts into making a community for ourselves, when maybe we should be worried about getting off this! You act like you don't care…but I do." She exploded, and near the end tears ended in her eyes.

"Carly please-," Freddie started.

"Don't you 'Carly, please' me!" She snapped, "You're in with the answers- you and so many others. You think we don't see the looks you give each other? You think we don't know about the secrets you're keeping from the rest of us?" She growled, "Why shouldn't we make a boat? Why can't we go past the restraints? You just decided all willy-nilly that 'if you go past this tree, you die'!"

"We can't make a boat because you go a certain amount of area and then there's an invisible wall. And you saw what happened to Oliver! I…I couldn't bear for you to get hurt." He breathed, his voice softening.

"Just tell me." She pleaded.

"I can't." He shook his head.

"Please!"

"I would, if I could…but I just can't." He felt his breath hitch. She looked at him, her wide brown eyes stretching wide.

"Freddie Benson- I think I have a right to know." She said softly, "I just have to know." She sank to the ground, hugging her arms as she leaned back against a tree, sniffling. She was absorbed in pain, she wanted her family back. She wanted her life and her school and iCarly back. She wanted to go home.

Freddie looked at her, a look of agony of his face. How he hated to see her like this. He quietly sat down next to her, sighing.

"You wouldn't believe me." He breathed quietly. She looked up, surprise in her expression.

"I would believe just about anything by now." She broke a strand of long grass between her fingers.

Freddie gave a small smile.

"I'll talk with the council tonight, I promise. We'll see what we can do." He said, "And then I'll tell you. It's…not safe to tell you without them knowing." He scowled. Carly nodded stiffly. She put her head on his shoulder, much to his surprise.

"You're a good kid, Freddie. I'm glad I'm here with you." She admitted, and leaned up to give him a quick peck on the lips. Freddie was stunned for a few seconds, before slowly wrapping an arm around her.

"Yeah. Me too."

SAVEOURSONNY

Night had fallen by the time people made their way to the center of the camp, sharing a meal together. They always ate when the moon was placed in the sky, so they could sleep late and work in darker times. Fewer buggies, cooler, and less likely to rain.

"Hey- what happened to Cody's group?" Someone asked.

"Got lost?" Someone else guessed, but no one seemed particularly concerned. This was Cody- granted he wasn't a black belt or anything, but he was smart. He would find his way back and out of any problem they came across.

It was quiet after that, sans the crunching of food graciously prepared by the food group- and they sat thinking of their day. A few sparse conversations broke out amongst groups of two or three, but people liked to wind down around this time. Nothing was loud…until two girls crashed into the clearing.

Alex Russo and Harper Finkle burst into the camp, breathing hard. Everyone put down their work, staring at them curiously. They both wore expressions of fear on their faces.

"Guys, where's the fire?" Zora chuckled, but her eyes looked around nervously- as if expecting something to appear from the forest at any moment.

"We were walking...they…attacked…escaped!" Alex breathed, and for once couldn't pull her together to speak words. Justin stood up, and put a hand on his sister's shoulder.

"Breath, Alex. In out…in out…" He reminded. Alex glared at him.

"I know how to breathe!" She snapped, "But Cody's in trouble…" She trailed off, sniffling.

"What happened?" Freddie demanded, standing up.

"We were walking- searching for Bailey…" She looked around cautiously- the word of Bailey's disappearance had spread already, although the council had tried to keep it pressed down for as long as possible, "Cody as in hysterics- demanding we keep searching. We went farther down the river…Harper edged away because she saw some berries that we could eat and I followed her…then they came. It was a group- kids just like us, if not younger. And they attacked them! Drove a spear into Cody's back and captured them…last we saw…they were being carried away!" Alex cried.

A hushed silence met their ears. "Say something…" Harper gulped.

"Well this is…" Sam spoke slowly, "Difficult."

"Yeah...we don't even know where they went!" Miley agreed, "What if they get killed?"

"No more deaths!" Alex said, "No more…" She remembered her conversation with Cody- if she lost him and Max- well she'd only have Justin and Harper- but Justin was off with Sonny now and Harper…god she would nearly die herself.

"It's not like we can do anything!" Traci pointed out casually, biting into a mango.

"You're best friend's live isn't at stake." Nico spat, and Portlyn rubbed his shoulder.

"She's right." Freddie groaned, "What can we do this late at night? From what it sounds like, this is something risky. We shouldn't take it lightly."

"Freddie- Melanie's out there!" Sam said, "She could die!" Although they pretended to hate each other; everyone knew Samantha and Melanie Puckett needed each other, "And if you don't get someone out there looking for them sometime soon, I'll personally rip you're face off!" She growled. Freddie looked down right terrified.

"When it's light, we'll send a small group to try and follow where they went. No actions, just to gage what we're dealing with. Then they'll report back and we'll figure a better plan of action." Justin decided, furrowing his eyebrows in thought.

"But-," Alex started to say but her older brother glared at her.

"You need sleep; both of you- you look exhausted." He said quietly, his face relaxing. Alex locked her jaw, but nodded- rubbing her aching arm. It was nearly healed now, but ached and felt different to her emotions. Now, it throbbed with exhaustion.

"Let us at least go down and wash up- we were crouching down behind a bush." Harper said, and there were indeed bits of leaves and mud caked at the bottom of her dress.

"Sure, sure…" Freddie agreed with a wave of his hand and already the remaining members were congregating for a 'battle' plan. There were a shocking few left, and Harper winced- although she'd usually be up there, she needed sleep.

She turned to see Alex already walking mechanically toward the forest and she leaped to catch up with her. Alex looked absolutely dead now- the moonlight doing no justice to her sallow face.

"Zach…" She breathed, "Bailey- now Cody and Max?" She murmured, looking at Harper, "Why?"

"It will all work out." Harper promised, and Alex sighed.

"But can you really promise that?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow. Harper couldn't answer. Alex huffed, giving a dark chuckle before running off. Harper stood watching her for a few seconds before charging to try and catch her.

"Alex?" She called- the darkness making it hard to see where she was. She came to a place near the river, and saw Alex turned around. She grabbed her shoulder- "Oh, Alex you gave me a scare!" She breathed. Alex looked at her for a second.

"Oh- you must be Harper." Alex laughed, and Harper noted her voice was a bit different.

"Did you get something caught in you're throat- Alex?" She asked, tilting her head, "And…how did you change you're outfit?" She was getting pretty freaked out now.

"Ah, well you see my name is Mikayla." Alex said. Harper shook her head.

"Uh- no, you're name is Alex." Her voice shook.

"People say I look like her, but you're mistaken." Alex-Mikayla insisted. The bushes rustled and a ghost stepped out from it. Okay, so it was Zach- but Zach was dead. She'd seen his cold lifeless body with her own two eyes. Touched his unbeating heart and seen the color drain from his body; the light die from his eyes.

"Hey Harper." Zach the Ghost said casually, as if he were alive and walked past her. He looked so real though; flushed cheeks and lively eyes- but…no. Wow, she must be tired.

"You're…dead!" She screamed, stepping back, "Alex tell him!"

"I'm Mikayla!" Alex snapped.

"Yeah, I thought I was dead too- but I'm not." He shrugged like it was something that happened all the time.

"I saw you." Harper's whole body shook as she insisted through gritted teeth.

The buses behind her moved and Alex stepped out from them. "There you are Harper- why are you yelling?" She chuckled. Then her eyes scanned the two.

"Z…Zach?" Alex's voice broke. Harper felt her heart beat hard. She looked between the two Alexes and the dead Zach, her mind in overload.

Then she did what Harpers do best; she fainted.

SAVEOURSONNY

"You think she'll be okay?" Alex asked Sam for the umpteenth time.

"Yeah, yeah she'll be fine." Sam said distractedly, looking at the milky light pouring through the hut door. Harper was still unconscious, and lay there on the hospital bed. Zach gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

"I can't believe you're alive." She breathed, laying her head on his shoulder. He grinned.

"Not even death can defeat me." He grinned, but then his face fell.

"Cody will be okay- and let's hope Bailey isn't dead…she probably isn't." Alex said, as if reading her mind.

"I know…but he's my twin." He sighed, "And I had the oddest feeling that Bailey is near impossible to kill."

"Hmm- shall we go and see what's become of my brother and Mikayla?" She asked.

"Yeah- also she says there's a werewolf here that'll help me." Zach said, grabbing his side in pain, "It's getting worse." Alex had already been filled in on his dilemma, and winced at his pain.

"I don't know who's a werewolf here- but then again I haven't been exactly 'here'." She grimaced at the memory of the dark days when she believed Zach was gone, "It's so weird- Mikayla being a wizard and being exactly like me." She shook her head, "It's so surreal." Together they waltzed into the clearing.

Woody came up and poked Zach- as he'd done ever time he saw him just to make sure that he was here. London was guarding him with careful eyes, still not believing he was alive. Heck it had taken them long enough to convince her he was dead. She wasn't going to believe so easily again.

Justin sat with his thumbs rubbing his temples, the rest of his fingers making a crown on his head. He looked up at the sound of his sister and Zach. Mikayla sat beside him, twirling her strand of bubblegum pink hair that was on the side of her hair.

"Justin- what's the matter?" Alex asked.

Justin looked up, scowling. "I hoped-we hoped- this day would never come." He muttered, biting his lip.

"What? Who's 'we'?" She demanded.

"We as in me, mom, and dad." He said.

"What's are you talking about?" Mikayla demanded, sounding eerily like Alex.

"Alex…meet you're twin sister Mikayla." Justin said with a wave of his hand. Alex stiffened.

"T…twi…twin?" She asked, shaking her head. Zach's eyes widened.

"Well that was rather unexpected." He laughed.

"That's not possible!" Mikayla agreed.

"But it's true…you two are twins. Mom and dad didn't have the money to care for both of you so gave one away a few days after birth. They of course had Max after they had a bit more money; and they wanted you back but you were already happy. The adoptive parents didn't want us to be contacting them…and they moved away. I figured it out when I was ten and mom and dad made me promise to keep it a secret." Justin explained, "But…"

"Now we both appeared here?" Alex asked, finishing his thoughts. He nodded weakly.

"You two are so much alike- I can see why you're siblings." Zach grinned. Both of the girls glared at him pointedly.

"So…you're now in the wizard battle as well?" Alex realized; "I mean- you are our sister." She asked. Mikayla shrugged, twirling her wand around her fingers- much to the other's amazement.

"I guess so?" She chuckled.

"How do you still have you're wand?" Alex gaped, "Mine was destroyed in the crash- look, its just dust!" She opened the leather pouch around her neck to show Mikayla.

"Oh, well I wasn't on the crash. I poofed myself here- but now I can't get off here." She scowled, tucking the wand back into her stocking.

"OHMG I DO THAT TOO!" Alex squealed, "Or…I used to." Mikayla grinned a tiny bit, and the sisterly bonding moment was interrupted by a hard cough from Zach. Everyone turned to him.

"Oh, I forgot. The werewolf!" She started to grab him, but Justin stopped her.

"Mikayla and I were talking- and I don't think you know what you used exactly." He said darkly.

"Well- no…it was just a uh…spell that I saw in m mentor's forbidden spell book under healing." She shrugged.

"That's dark magic, Mikayla!" He said, "You don't even know what you've done!" He accused. Mikayla shifted uncomfortably.

"Well…no?" She coughed.

"You brought him back to life…but you called upon the dark spirits. As of now, his soul belongs to them. And until you find the dark spirit that has taken his soul- and if that spirit is dying then Zach will die as well." Justin explained, running his fingers through his hair, "He's sick because the spirit is sick as well!"

"What have you done?" Alex's voice shook angrily as she turned on her long lost- slightly evil- twin.

"I didn't know!" Mikayla looked around helplessly.

"Obviously." Justin growled.

"Isn't there some reversal spell?" Zach asked who hadn't spoken much, very uncharacistic of him, and looked shaky.

"No." Justin said curtly, "And if there were, and we were to use it, you'd keel over dead." He said.

"Yeah…good thing…" Zach twitched.

"I've heard of some pretty bad catch 22's…but heck this one is horrible! Death either way!" Mikayla said, "I feel so horrible…but I couldn't just leave you dead! I don't know why; I just couldn't." She was crying now, thick tears rolling down her cheeks.

"We have to find that spirit." Alex whispered, looking at Zach. The thought of losing him again stirred such emotion that it was unbearable, "We gotta…"

"We can't go right away…not with so many gone." Justin winced, and it was a touchy subject for Zach.

"So what does this spirit look like? I mean, are we looking for a shadow or something?" Zach asked, jumping topics.

"I guess 'spirit' is a bad term." Justin tilted his head, "Dark creature, to say." He corrected himself, "Just as there's good creatures, like there's good wizards- there's also bad wizards. So more or less we're looking for a dark creature."

"And where do we even start?" Mikayla sniffed, her eyes red and puffy and her voice crackling.

"Well- that werewolves have really good sense of smell. We take Zach to him, have him phase and sniff him out to determine what we're searching for. After that- we search ruthlessly." Justin said.

"And when we find this sick creature?" Alex spat, "What then?"

"Oh- you'll see." Justin said with a wink.

SAVEOURSONNY

Maddie's mind wandered; how could anyone focus on the Spartans vs. Athens on a day like this? No, it wasn't the temperature or the warmth outside she was referring to; it was a rather dreary cold Boston day- but the date.

How could they expect her to sit in class and be totally pulled together and answer questions that didn't matter in the long run when the impending numbers loomed over her head? And they couldn't possible be surprised when she broke out sobbing in the middle of Literature.

She was excused form school around noon, the nurse smiling sympathetically at her. Although her slip read 'fever'; it was something much different that. As she drove home, she mulled over the real reason. And when she got to her bedroom of the tiny apartment she was renting for college just a little bit away from the city…she knew.

As she looked at the date on her kitten calendar she felt those painful stabs; heartache.

Today it had officially been a month and a half since they died. She was still trying to grasp the idea that they were ALL gone. All her friends. Cody- she'd never have a conversation with their witty and advanced minds over the ideas or theories of global warming. London; she'd never sit through hours of complimenting her soul sister as she tried on dress after dress. Bailey; they'd never share their 'big family, little owning' stories amongst each other. Marcus; there would never be another 'Little Little' album again. They were all…gone.

How was it? Losing all the ones close to you? Knowing that if you'd saved your money you'd be able to have hitched a ride with them too? That their fate could be yours? It sucked man, it really did. It felt every day like she had an open wound and someone was there squeezing lemon juice on it.

She pulled out her collage textbooks (early of course)- a gift after hearing about her terrible loss. Also, London Tipton had left her a big sum of money; how she was paying the rent and for collage. She mindlessly flipped through the pages, not really focusing on anything. After a few forced seconds, she slammed the books shut and grabbed her wallet and keys.

Stopping by her mom's old garden and grabbing bushels of flowers, she drove to the cemetery. She wandered nearly aimlessly through the gravestones, looking at the names and dates without retaining them.

Then she made it to the Tipton mausoleum, where Mr. Tipton had graciously 'buried' Zach and Cody. Of course, there was nothing found too burry from each person so they buried favorite things. Bailey's parents had buried her stuff in their family's grave area back in Kansas.

Maddie put her fingers to their names, letting her finger pads trail against the rock scratched inward for their names. Names, dates, and a few words were the only thing to remember the warm hearts of these spirits. And if she closed her eyes, she could almost feel them beside her again.

How long would it be- before she stopped mourning for them? Months? A year? Three years? Never? She felt guilty…for some unphantomonable reason. She stayed there for who knows how long, just talking to them all. Telling London about all the new clothing they'd released; she knew that if she were here London would buy them all.

She told the twins how their parents were doing- not so well. But each day they got better. The sky was darkening by the time she pulled into the parking lot. As she walked through the lobby, the manager stopped her.

"Maddie- there's someone here to see you." She said.

"Who?"

"I don't know. He just insisted he needed to talk to you- he's waiting in the lounge area." She shrugged and walked away. Maddie looked only to see a man- no a teen more than- sitting there. As she walked up, he got up.

He was wearing a tie, and had dark features. His skin was pale white and his hair was dark black and spiky, and he had nearly black eyes that glittered. He looked oddly familiar.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" She asked warily.

"No...my name is Devon." He said, his eyes smoldering, "And you must be Maddie."

"Yeah…" She said, accepting his handshake. He motioned for her to sit down.

"Do you miss them?" He asked, leaning forward.

"Miss who?" She asked, confused.

"Zach. Cody. London. All of them." He asked.

"Why should I tell you!" She demanded, "You're a stranger."

"I know you do." He chuckled, "And what If I told you I could help you see them again?"

Maddie stiffened, "I'm not suicidal!" She spat at him, recoiling.

"No…but what if I told you they were alive?" He asked.

"You're lying. They died. Their boat sunk." She said flatly.

"The bodies were never found- what if they survived? What if they're on an island right now, just taking shelter?" He asked, and for some reason- she was pulled to believe him.

"They died." She repeated hard, but there was an unsure tone to her voice. Devon smirked; he'd already won.

"I can help you He crooned, "I can help you see them again." He was suddenly behind her shoulder, his breath hot on her neck. She hunched her shoulders, hating herself for saying this

"What do I have to do?" She murmured, her voice barley audible. He smirked, a black smoke forming in front of her- and he appeared, a contract in his hand. One of those old ones too- with the red pressed seal and the ribbon with everything.

A quill was in his other hand, twirling around his fingers, not yet inked. With quick and accuracy, he dove forward. She tried to jump back; but she wasn't quick enough. The sharp tip dove into her skin, coming back dripping with her red blood.

As he spoke, he was already scrawling words across the page, "But there are strings to her agreement- like you're soul perhaps?"

SAVEOURSONNY

"Is he strong?" Chad asked, nervously. He tried to casually look through his window as he glanced up at Freddie, but was failing.

"How am I supposed to know?" Freddie asked, "He's not a glitter-" 'Glitter' the common word used for magical creature, like 'muggles'-, "Like us. He's…different though."

"Freddie!" Chad growled.

"Oh lay off it- your' the one who kissed Addison." He rolled his eyes.

"I did not! Addison kissed me! Chad Dylan Cooper's lips are meant for one…" He said sullenly, "Sonny's." He added quietly.

"You were a lot less annoying when you were just 'Chad Cooper'. Dylan's not even you're real middle name." He laughed shakily.

"The personality came with the 'Dylan'. My agent advised it." He shrugged, "But we're straying off topic. What about Sonny?" He whined.

"Look- Sonny's probably just faking it. To get you jealous- you know. If not, she'll figure out her true place soon enough." Freddie said sourly, irritated.

"Sonny doesn't lie! It kills her!" Chad protested, and as he heard laughed her looked out the window. Justin and Sonny were sitting outside, sharing some fruit and laughing. His eyes soften as the gazed at her, "And...well she's emotional. She can't fake stuff like that. Maybe…maybe the prophet was wrong?"

"No! She was right about Carly and me! I mean, we kissed!" he stuttered, "She will be correct!" He growled.

"You'd do anything to make sure you end up together- huh?" Chad asked, trying to focus himself on anything but Sonny's intoxicating giggles.

"She's my Sonny." He said, his face flushing as he remembered the feeling of Carly's body in his arms.

Chad didn't answer, but winced painfully. "Oh Justin!" Sonny laughed, her voice curling around his mind. Freddie noted it, and pursed his lips.

"Did you feel the dark magic?" He asked, diverting the topic. Chad's shoulder's relaxed, but then he locked his jaw so hard it made a creaking sound.

"It's not good for everyone." He said quietly, "Mikayla reeks of it! Do you think she's a spy?"

"No…too naive." He scowled, "And…she's just a wizard. She's…she's not even immortal!" He sighed, "No. Unknowingly perhaps."

"Yeah, and did you overhear her talking to Alex and Zach? Forbidden spells- mistake, it has to be. But…Zach's in deep. What do you think his spirit connecter is?" Chad looked at Freddie, "I did a report on dark magic spells as so when I was younger." He explained.

"Good- I don't know who knows about it. But we need to reverse it soon." Freddie fretted. He took out a scroll from the many stacked in a barrel. He opened the vine-string, and took a feather pen. On the title it read; "Magical Creature Roster'. Under 'Wizards' he scribbled Mikayla's name. He gave it a once over.

"Nearly half the group is a glitter." He said with a half laugh, half shake of his head, "That can't be…coincidence." He winced.

"You think someone did this on purpose?" Chad bristled.

"Think about it. Most of us that appeared here crashed on the boat- a boat, which just happened to give its tickets to all of us. Then, we all end up in the same place and gravitate toward the same area. And anyone who wasn't here is pretty much a glitter, and they just appear as well. Then, it cuts us off from all magic and there's a barrier around the water. You can't call this all sheer luck." He pointed out, "There's a lot more…but…you see?"

"God, I hadn't thought of it that way!" Chad's body began to shake, "James!" He snapped, his shoulders jerking. Freddie grabbed him with a death grip.

"Dude!" he said, and Chad took a long breath.

"Thanks…oh I hate that guy with a deep intensity. Not just 'casue he used Sonny…but he's been my personal rival since we were babies."

"Oh, I know." Freddie's voice became hardened, "If he's the one behind this…oh I'll rip him limb from limb! And if he's here…well there's nowhere he can hide."

"Okay, so now instead of just surviving we need to figure out Zach's dark magic curse, figure out the reason we're all here, and find James?" Chad said.

"Yeah…we could recruit others to help. Sorry it's a lot." He apologized, but he realized he didn't know why he was.

"Why? And things were just getting boring around here!"

SAVEOURSONNY

Sweat beaded on Griffin's brow, and he groaned. Someone pressed a packet of ice to his forehead, the cooling pressure soothing his body. But inside his mind it was a mess of babbling and incoherent thoughts that trailed off in mid-idea. His lips moved, but nearly nothing came out.

"F-IX H-IM!" He heard his twin brother growl, the words spat out. He opened his eyes, his vision hazy. Yet, he saw Jesse with his hands curled in to dangerous fits, while James just stared at him with a cold expression.

"He's fine." James gave a pfft of disapproval, "Just a virus- he'll weather it out."

"He's not a human!" Jesse exploded, "Glitters sicken differently- you should know that!"

"Relax. I could have you both easily disposed of." He threatened.

"You wouldn't do that." Jesse's voice relaxed, "You know you wouldn't. Not you're childhood best friends."

"That was centuries ago." James's voice turned dark, "I can and I will…to get to the top, you have to sever ties." He said, and Griffin could almost imagine his friend's left brow quirk upward, as he always did when giving 'advice'.

"Just help him." Jesse said finally, after a few tense seconds. There was defeat in his voice.

"Of course." James sighed lazily, "MADDIE!" He snarled, and there was the scurry of footsteps down the hall.

"Maddie?" Jesse asked with a surprised tone.

"She's new." He assured in a stage-whisper, "And medically skilled. She was greatly interested in magical creatures when she was younger; especially healing of so." There was a rustle of paper, which Griffin identified as probably a contract, he knew James oh so well.

"Blood contract?" Jesse's voice was shocked, "How'd you ring her?"

"Devon more or less…tricked her into it." James's voice, for a short second showed uncertainty.

"How? Does she even know? Is she even a glitter?" Jesse's questions came out in a rush of words, so close that he tripped over it.

"Yes- she loosely understands the contract; no- she isn't a glitter. Well, not yet. And how? Well…she wants to see some friends that are here that are believed dead." He said with a shrug, "Bailey Pickett-," He spat her name with venom, "Addison, London, Cody and Zach."

"Zach!" Griffin gaped, feeling his body rock to the core as he said that name.

"Shh…shhh." There was a warm hand petting down his spare feathers, as he was caught in between phasing and human like, "Try not to talk."

"You must be Maddie." James said, and again Griffin saw his expression in his mind. Smoldering eyes and a warm smile that invited girls in.

"Yeah." Her voice was curt.

"Why did he say 'Zach'." Jesse cut in. A breath caught in Maddie's throat.

"I…um...I think…well it's a virus. A big one." She whispered.

"Huh?" James asked.

"Well…unless we can get him the right kind of medicine, he's gunna die." She said.

"Wh…a-t?" Jesse's voice came out strangled.

"Hmm…I'll have to look at the dark magic healing book…but it's going to be difficult to acquire." She warned.

"I'm James Conroy. I'll get whatever you need! Now-,"

"Wait!" Maddie snapped, "There's something else."

"What else?" Jesse's voice sounded agonized.

"He's magically connected…somehow. To my friend Zach. I don't know how it happened." She strained to keep her voice from showing her sobs.

"What's that mean?" James asked warily.

"Well…we need to find Zach and give him the same treatment. And then separate them, otherwise they feel the same emotions- well the ones like pain, death and so on." She said.

"Ah..well that shouldn't be terribly hard." James said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Griffin felt his brother's hand on his shoulder.

"Bring her in." He yelled to someone. Griffin opened his eyes to see what was happening. Zeke dragged in a girl roughly, shoving her in front of them. Her arms were tied behind her back, and she looked shaken, but determined. Her hair was ratty, but her brown eyes still glowed as she glowered at James.

Maddie's hands went to her mouth as a gasp escaped.

"Meet our newest prisoner." James said with a regal wave of his hand.

"Bailey?"

AHH! YEAH NEW CHAPTER DONE! The question is…

'Who do you think is the werewolf?' There is more than one correct answer. Oh, and this isn't a question for 'points'; but who's POV would you like to see in the future?

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