I'm watching Mulan with my sister as I type this chapter…mainly cause we're bored tonight. Annnnd I have no idea why I'm telling ya'll this. XD
Anyhow, here's my next update. Most likely, when you find out about everyone's supernatural abilities; I will post the charrie profiles on my author page~ :D Kay?

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The Madhouse

Chapter 10

~Duncan~

The next two weeks were quiet….no action whatsoever. We did that on purpose- since Hannah seemed suspicious. Trent and Geoff wanted to try the warehouse again. But if Courtney could talk to ghosts- she could probably talk to the ghosts instead; to get the information instead.

Courtney and I haven't been crossing paths a lot- it seems kind of awkward after she saved me from that bullet before.

She was hot and commanding- no doubt. But did I really like her yet? She was fun to annoy; and I loved the fire going through her eyes when she's worked up. I like the way she nags me- the way she says my name. No other girl seems to act that way towards me.

Did I like her? Yes, I think so. Did she feel the same way? I think she secretly has the hotts for me. Smirking at that thought as I walked towards my room; I opened the door. I sat down on the edge of the bed; stretching my arms out in front of me before laying back.

Even though my old life included juvenile centers and jail cells- I really missed it. Sneaking into places, egging people's yards, playing pranks on my next door neighbor Harold. Good times.

Once we got out of here- it was sure that we'd be hunted down. We'd have to leave far from this small town. Maybe even change our names. Ha- I could give Courtney her own punk make over. That would be a sight to see.

Another loud roar of thunder echoed through the house. I was able to avoid everyone today- I wondered what everyone was doing right now.

I yawned, sitting back up from my bed. Getting up, I walked out of the room; listening the crashes of thunder outside as I walked down the hall. I stopped at Courtney's dorm; and cracked the door open. Peering inside- I noticed Gwen sitting on the edge of her bed, listening to her headphones, bobbing her head slightly. Bridgette was sitting in there too; staring outside the tiny window with one of her usual blank expressions. And Courtney wasn't in there at the time. I slowly pushed the door closed with a soft click, and continued down the hall. I went down the stairs. Izzy and Noah were sitting on the couch in the living room. Izzy was playing her black colored DS- and Noah was reading some blue book.

I shrugged, and continued down. The pastime room was my next stop. Glancing in- Geoff was asleep on the couch, and Trent was strumming on his guitar. Now signs of Heather or Courtney yet…

Courtney and Heather. No one was really close with Heather- no one knew her own story. I closed my eyes; listening for any sign of conversation. Nope…

Something seemed weird- I didn't know why I was reacting like this. I opened my eyes; and shrugged the thought off. It wasn't like me to be paranoid.

I walked into the pastime room, and let myself sit next to Geoff. A louder flash of thunder sounded- and Geoff opened his blue eyes.

"Beans…" He muttered; sitting up and adjusting his cowboy hat on his head.

I raised a brow at him; a little amused. "Beans?"

"Ah!" Geoff exclaimed; breaking some of the silence in the eerie house, "Sorry man….Just a weird dream,"

"Right speedy," I replied with a smirk, lying back casually. Speedy was one of my nicknames for him- because of Geoff's supernatural ability.

Geoff let a cocky grin cross his features. "I say one night, we sneak out." He started.

I blinked a few times. "What reason?" I asked lazily; crossing my arms back behind my head.

"Sneaking out to a party, or the community's High school dance," Geoff replied; rubbing the back of his neck, "We could bring the girls too. We'd come as if we were a big group of friends or something. Great place for you and Courtney to hook up," He elbowed my side casually; and winked.

"You know? Maybe a break doesn't sound so bad," I replied; considering it, "We can't exactly goof off too much- but if we planned it right; we might be able to steal three hours for ourselves,"

Geoff grinned. "Rock on! I haven't been to a party in forever. We just can't let Heather know," Geoff started, "You can tell that she really sucks up to Dr. Hill, don't you?"

"Of course. Why would we want that bitch coming anyway?" I responded with a chuckle.

Trent looked up. "Maybe we could sneak into the school library while we're there. That way we can look up things on this place that we're not allowed to see on the computers here,"

"Making a trip like that useful, nice man." I agreed with a nod, "So it's settled- we're sneaking to Friday's school dance. We'll have to walk there though- with no source of transportation,"

"What about busses?" Geoff asked; stretching his arms out in front of himself.

"Hm…But where would we get the money? The little money we find is going to our savings for the airlines when we finally manage to get away from this place." Trent reasoned.

"Peh who cares," I started casually, "We'll just walk. No sweat,"

"I could always carry Bridge on my back," Geoff started with a grin. Trent and I exchanged a glance; shaking our heads in amusement.

"We'll tell the girls tonight," I started, "Though they'll probably try to protest against it- especially princess,"

"Gwen might protest. Her moods can change like the weather sometimes," Trent started with a sheepish look on his face.

"Bridgette will be all up for it~" Geoff started with a grin, "She's wanted to go to a party with me in a while. Izzy will probably agree to it too,"

"Noah?" Trent asked; unsure.

"He probably won't have enough energy to walk that far," I joked, "He said sports weren't his forte a while ago."

Trent and Geoff chuckled a little.

"Well, Izzy could probably convince him," Geoff recalled, "She can make him do whatever she wants these days; even if it's bizarre,"

"True," Trent agreed.

We all needed a break…Maybe getting rid of some of this stress would help us get farther in this mission. Maybe we just needed some time to lighten up a little.

~Bridgette~

I flinched as another sharp strike of lightning spread across the grey skies. Yes- I was having more strange flashbacks.

In my flashbacks….I lived in the sea. A mermaid.

I thought mermaids were in fantasy novels. Only in fantasy novels. I wasn't somehow connected to the sea in that way was I? It was too unreal to believe. But things here were as strange as it was; I wouldn't completely get rid of the thought. It was possible somehow.

I hated dozing off. I hated feeling like I didn't belong on this earth with all my friends here. My heart seemed to be buried down deep into the salty depths of the ocean.

Hatred wasn't something someone like me was used to. I was always that calm and collected girl- the one who helped others with their problems. I never really showed much attention to my own problems.

It's almost like I didn't matter….

When I'm with Geoff though- I feel like I belong somehow. He treats me like we're both normal teenagers, hanging out. Not supernatural.

We were normal; it was true. There were just some unique things about us that made us different.

I glanced over my shoulder. Gwen's eyes were closed; and she was listening to some rock song. I could hear the muffled sounds of it through her headphones. She usually played her music loud.

I turned back to the small window; watching the rain plip plop down on the pavement of the drearily empty basketball court. The grass looked a brownish color- really muddy and disgusting.

I sighed. Feeling like I was trapped here forever? That's how I felt. I just wanted to run away with Geoff- live in our own secret paradise. Maybe if I was near the ocean, I would actually get more answers from my mysterious past.

~Noah~

"Level eight! Finally!" Izzy exclaimed lightly; swaying a little as she bounced on the couch. How she managed to play her DS while jumping up and down on the sofa? I had no idea how she could pull it off.

"Maybe you should calm down," I suggested with a small laugh as she jumped down from the cushion she was bouncing on; sitting back down in a normal position. Izzy just had loads of energy- being cooped up in here was probably hard for her to contain.

Izzy giggled. "I'll turn it down a notch," She started; holding her forefinger up as if she was telling me something important, "Because you're a special exception,"

I couldn't help but grin, and raise a brow. "Special exception?" I asked; lowering my book to my lap.

"Of course~" Izzy replied playfully, "Cause you're an awesome genius,"

I chuckled a little. "Awesome genius, huh?"

"Yep!" Izzy agreed, nodding violently. She raised her DS back up to her face; her green eyes determined as she continued to play- probably trying to reach level nine of her game. Her tong hung out of her mouth slightly; she tilted the DS a little as she played. "Dang it! That's not fair! He has ten more HP points then me!"

I shook my head. "That's because you don't go with the direct attacks," I started; peering over her shoulder as she played, "Here, I'll show you,"

Izzy nodded sheepishly, and handed me her black, and slightly scratched DS. I went with the long distance attacks; shooting arrows at the enemy. Soon enough, I beat level nine. With a satisfied smile; I handed Izzy's DS back to her.

"Noah! You're amazing!" Izzy exclaimed happily; tackling me into a giant bear hug.

"Heheh," I started; feeling a bit too rude to tell her that she was probably crushing every bone in my body with the strong hug she was giving. At least she meant well, right?

~Heather~

I smirked; my work was finished. I just needed Courtney to be locked into the permanent house- and my work in this joint would be finished.

Why I was locked up here? You really want to know?

My kind is one called the predator; the supernatural is my prey. Every madhouse like the Grey Stone house had a predator. Sure- maybe we didn't have the fancy powers supernaturals did. But we are great spies. We work together in our agency.

If Courtney found out the truth of our work by talking to the after life of the supernaturals- our job would be ten times harder. That's why I had to get rid of that prep first.

Why the basement was off limits? There was a secret dirt room where some of the dead supernaturals were berried.

My plan was simple- and completed now. A quiet day like this is a perfect time to take effect.

Hit the girl on the back of the head with a brick, gag her, tie her up, and lock her in that tiny dirt room. Complete. She'd either never be found; and left to die with her supernatural friends, or found dirty and accused of going into the basement- resulting to a first class ticket to the permanent house. And if my plan didn't work somehow? No one knows it's me to blame. Perfect.

I smirked as I flipped through my magazine. My job had well pay- why wouldn't I do something I'm best at for money?

Margot, Hannah, and Dr. Hill knew exactly what I was here for too. It's my job, people. If I wanted to go off shopping for the day, I could always convince Hannah to lend me the keys to her silver convertible.

Life's good when you get nice pay, eh?

~Gwen~

I took the head phones off my ears; and glanced over at Bridgette. "I'm going to get an apple," I announced bluntly before walking out of my dorm; rubbing my temples. The thunder tended to get on my nerves. It was easy to get mood swings in a place like this. I could tell we all were starting to crack a little- even though I knew deep inside that we couldn't let that happen.

I didn't want to die from an over dose of meds, or being put to sleep with an injection like some wild animal running around with rabies. We were all still regular teenagers with different tactics.

I sighed as I grabbed a cherry red apple from the fruit basket on the counter; taking a seat at the table. I took a wide bite into it; chewing slowly. The juicy taste ran through; and I let my shoulders relax in relief. Being invisible could come in handy sometimes- but sometimes, it'll happen automatically. Like when I don't expect it.

Sometimes, I'll talk to Trent- and then he wouldn't be able to see me anymore. I wouldn't know of course- because I can't exactly see myself. What if I was in public- and the suddendly disappeared into thin air. That would make the front page of a news paper for sure.

I could just see it now. 'Goth girl disappears in the streets while walking to school'. Peh.

Being a teenager was hard enough. Why did these doctors and adults have to take this supernatural thing so seriously? Why the hell did they want to kill us all off? It was obnoxious and rude in my opinion. We're just kids- we don't deserve to die at such an age.

We were put into a category- and then sent into the factory. We'd be manipulated- and then shipped off to some store. Meds go with one type, injection with another. Crazy prediction, isn't it?

I tossed the stem of my apple into the tiny tin garbage can; and walked back up to my room- not wanting to make Bridgette wait.

"Hey," I stated dully; just to let Bridgette know I was here.

"Gwen- we need to get out of here," Bridgette started; not looking away from the window, "I think it's about time us girls had our own private mission. We'll handle things differently from the guys,"

"Bridgette," I started in an exhausted tone, "We've talked and talked about this a million times now. We need to stay together,"

"What about when we run away? If we're all together- and then caught. We'll all die together," Bridgette started, "If we split up- there's still hope of saving the supernatural race for the rest of eternity,"

I paused; taking in what Bridgette had said. I didn't like the idea of some of us dying- but hey. All of our fates right now seemed to include some sort of death…A supposed death to be really relatively soon.

"Splitting up in pairs," I started, "That would work best. We should talk this over with the guys- when we plan our final escape from this place. It should be within the next few weeks too; our time runs shorter every day,"

Bridgette nodded in agreement. "Life here is almost like an hour glass- when the last speck of sand makes its land; we'll all demolish from the face of this earth. Those damned doctors getting everything that they wanted before.

I cringed a little. Bridgette wasn't ever really one to talk much like this- but hey; we were all locked up in the nut house. These things ought to happen- or I'd almost be worried.

"It comes between life and death," I agreed glumly with a nod.

Finished with chapter ten~ :D

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