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Chapter 10

Cat and Mouse.

"What-what do you mean?" It was as if you could actually hear Tyler's heart breaking that very second. "Aaron's-?" He paused. "You mean Quinn's out there alone?" He demanded, a sting to his tone.
His eyes brimming with tears, he raised a trembling hand to his lips.
Ben reached out and took Tyler's hand. He nodded slowly. "But I'm sure they'll meet up with the other boys, you'll see, I promise." He rubbed soothing circles into the back of Tyler's balled up fist. Ben's eyes fell down; he couldn't help but feel guilty. He knew if Harry was in the same position he would be broken inside.
Tyler watched Ben for a short while. There was a short silence and the former licked his dry lips. "Has anything happened lately?" He asked slowly, eyeing Ben up and down.
Ben frowned and his eyes darted side to side. "I don't know what you mean…"
Tyler tipped his head back against the pillow, his soft gaze falling onto the beds beside him.
Another recruit was sleeping with a broken ankle. "Never mind."
Ben sighed. Sure Tyler was coming back round to normality but… He was still as inconsistent as ever. The blond smiled and then tugged away his hand when he felt his phone go off in his pocket, a little orange one.
"It's Wes," he told Tyler, who looked up, intrigued. He nodded and relaxed again.
Ben's eyes scanned the message back and forth and he exhaled deeply, smiling at Tyler. "No update."
Tyler nodded and Ben dropped his phone back into his pocket. The latter of the two stared out the window, his eyelids slowly dropping…
"Hey, Ben?" Ben clicked back into focus and stared ahead at Tyler. "Hmm?"
Tyler reached forward and took his hand, giving it a squeeze. "Maybe you should go take a nap or something, you look knackered." He smiled softly and caringly at the boy in front of him. Tyler reached forward and rubbed at the black bags under Ben's eyes with his thumb.
The blond boy swatted him away. "Ty, I'm fine." He protested but Tyler just raised an eyebrow.
"Ben. I will count to three."
Ben paused and stared at him for a second. "You can't be serious."
"One."
"Oh come on, Ty…"
"Two…"
"Tyler!"
"Two and a half…"
"Okay! Fine! I'm going!" Ben grumbled and lifted himself from the bed, it jutting upwards a little at the decrease in weight. "Jeez..." He muttered under his breath and Tyler led himself down, smiling smugly to himself. Ben hung on the doorframe. "I'll come by later, yeah?"He smiled as he left, heading to his room.

Greta and Aimee were ducked behind a partially burned down building. The area they were dropped in had been fairly nice and presentable. This part though… It was a rut.
It seemed as if a war had happened here, maybe it had… You never really knew with Dalton.
It was one of the things that kept the mask within.
"You reckon it's them?" Aimee asked peeking over whilst Greta had the telescope pressed up to her eye.
"They seem like them, well it seems like Blaine…" She answered and moved back the telescope so she could see with her own eye. "But I still don't recognise that other kid."
A line formed in Aimee's forehead. She shook her head and rubbed at her temples. "One thing's for sure, we're not gonna know it's them until we move." She pointed out. "We might just have to take the risk and go for it." Aimee rose to her feet, and Greta hastily reached out and yanked her back down. "Think rationally Aimee! For once in your life!" she spat but Aimee seemed to deflect the comment easily with a roll of her marble yellow eyes. "There could be landmines or something out there! Remember what Mr. Gregory said: everybody is your enemy and no one is a friend." She quoted this man as if he was some higher being of some sort.
"Do you really trust Dalton?"
Aimee thought for a second and then glanced back out to the girl who stared availingly at her. She sighed. "Never a single day in my life. But that's Blaine out there, I'm sure. And I would hope that if ever I were in trouble, you wouldn't think twice about coming to save me."
Greta blinked and lowered her gaze.
"Yeah. That's what I thought." And without another second Aimee had revealed her hiding place and, tightly clinging on to her straps upholding on her shoulders, she sprinted towards Blaine and the unknown boy. Greta puffed out a breath of frustration and followed.
"BLAINE!"

"Blaine!" Blaine looked up when he thought he had heard his name in a soft buzz. He craned his neck around but saw nothing. Then he spotted it.
Long red hair fluttered behind her back, and a green shirt ran toward them. At first he thought it was his mind playing tricks on him but then the girl came in closer. Was that Aimee?
He had been sitting crouched down for so long, Kurt still passed out next to him – but alive, that he'd completely lost track of time. Like he had a way to tell the time anyway… But he took note on the positions of the sun. He'd been there for a while and mentally slapped himself.
What was he doing? What the hell? He'd been stupid enough to just let the two of them sit out in the sun, on reveal to the testers and completely defenceless. Anger struck up through him.
How did he let this happen?
He'd had a major lapse in judgement, that's what had happened and now there could be any kind of trap set around them.
He scrambled backwards against a tree and pushed himself up against the trunk. He looked down to Kurt's sleeping form just as the girl reached them, panting for breath and leant holding her knees. "Are you – are you crazy?" She demanded whilst trying to catch her breath.
"Aimee, you're one of them?" Blaine demanded in dismay, fists clenched. It was often he'd be partnered up with the red head in training and he'd grown fond of her. Of course at first he'd found her an absolute pain and annoying as hell… "Who else is here?"
"Me, Greta, Marilyn, Daisy, Isabelle and Becky." She told him and then returned back to her previous question. "What the hell are you doing out here?"
Blaine grabbed at his hair with his fists and shook it in frustration.
Aimee frowned just as Greta appeared beside her. "Blaine!" Greta gasped and reached out to cling on to a nearby tree. "Blaine, it's you!"
"Who's that?" Aimee blurted out, eye's now locked on the boy, curled up on the ground in fetal position. Blaine's eyes fell to Kurt and he frowned. "Kurt Hummel. He's new."
"I've never met him." Aimee frowned and Greta punched her shoulder. Aimee's hand flew to cover the sore spot and she threw daggers at her partner. "What?"
"He's really new," Blaine expressed and went on to inform them on the conditions of Kurt's newly acquired knowledge. Aimee's jaw was partially open the whole speech, Greta's eyes just shimmered with a certain horror. "-and he was picked to be here." Blaine finished. "And here we are. He just passed out and- and," Blaine slid down the trunk again and buried his face in his hands. "And I give up." He threw his arms up in defeat, Aimee bore down on him.
"Blaine!" She gasped and her yellow eyes flickered with anger. "You can't give up just like that! I take it Kurt needs you a whole lot more than you think right now, he's a hell of a lot less qualified than you or me. He needs all the help he can get right now, and if you think giving up is the-" She shook her head and Greta grabbed her arm to silence her. Aimee quaked in anger, but soon shut her mouth when she saw the tears leaving trail tracks down the tanned boy's face. He took a shuddery breath and Aimee suddenly regretted what she'd said. She fell to the ground and crossed her legs, her head in her fists as she looked down. "Well, that's what I think anyway." Her fingers made patterns in the dusty ground.
Blaine took a moment to take all of this in. What Aimee had said was right and strangely made sense. Kurtwas relying on Blaine right now for survival.
It didn't help that he was lying on the ground passed out, but still.
Blaine reached across the space and ran a finger against the soft skin of Kurt's cheek, moving some hair out of his face. He still had that sweet sense of innocence most of the Dalton boys had lost a long time ago. It lit a spark in Blaine's stomach to see a new sense of relief encompass the boys back at home. They had all taken an immediate liking to the boy and Blaine could tell. He almost envied half of them for the relationship they had with Kurt.
But then he shook himself and realised he had something none of the rest of them had with the newbie brunette.
They were training partners. Which meant they basically relied on each other for just about everything and… and it was nice to have that feeling again, you know? Because Blaine's last training partner left a month before Kurt showed up and he felt without a wall to lie back on.
He sighed and broke himself from his thoughts.
"We should probably-" But before he could finish his sentence Kurt moved, stirred and eventually pushed himself up to a sitting position. He rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his palms.
The two girls shared a quick glance before looking back towards the new boy, however, Blaine didn't dare let him out of his sight.
Kurt blinked hazily and tried to ingest what was around him. He felt sick, like he was going to throw up and his insides were going to explode and…
Blaine hopped to his feet the moment Kurt lunged forward and began throwing up his guts.
Aimee and Greta both inched backwards to avoid the mess on the floor, but both wore apologetic faces for the boy.
Blaine moved around Kurt and rubbed his back soothingly in circles. He tried to give him the best support possible and shushed him calmingly. "Alright, alright."
There wasn't much that Kurt actually threw up and for the most part he just dry heaved, leaving Blaine obviously guilt struck when he realised that they hadn't eaten much the past two days…
Kurt sat backwards and rested his head on Blaine's chest, the curly hair boy sitting crossed legged behind him. Blaine's arms snaked around his middle and he rocked gently. "Alright, you're alright. Just – just breathe." He whispered soft words in Kurt's ear.
"Water." Kurt rasped, his throat burning with the acidic bile.
Blaine blinked and then looked up at Aimee and gestured to his bag, she tossed it to him and he passed the canteen to Kurt, who took small sips at first, rinsing his mouth.
Then he swallowed a mouthful forgetting where he was, before quickly stopping himself from taking another in realisation. He pulled the bottle back and shook it. It was half full. He glanced up at Blaine and frowned. "Oh god. I'm so sorry!" He fretted but Blaine shook his head. "It's fine, fine." Blaine reassured him and pressed a small kiss into the knots of his hair.
Kurt leant back again and closed his eyes.
He quickly re-opened them. "Who are you?" He asked the girls, he'd only just noticed staring back at them. When had they got here?
Greta quickly shook her head, snapping herself out of some state she'd been lost in. She was so busy watching the scene in front of her enfold she forgot she was part of it. "Um…"
Aimee, however, continued to stare.
Kurt found her stare reminded him of Cass – which drove him crazy - her eyes seemed to inspect his soul. They shared a tendency, Cass and Aimee. They seemed to be able to read you like a book just by looking at you, never mind having never met you before.
"Greta." Greta answered suddenly. "This is Aimee." Greta landed a hand on Aimee's shoulder.
"Excuse her, she's a bit…" Greta's eyes fell on her companion. "Aimee…"
"Why were you on the floor?" She furrowed her brow and Kurt could definitely see the resemblance. Then Kurt remembered.
His eyes flickered with alarm again and he spun to Blaine. "I saw something Blaine, I did, I saw someone, in a fire!" He gasped, and then shook Blaine's shoulders. "Blaine, the fire on the first night! I know what happened!"
Blaine stared dumbfounded at the boy. "Kurt, how could you possibly know, how could you even…?" He looked towards the girls for help. Greta seemed just as confused as Blaine, but Aimee leant forward, intrigued.
"We saw that too," She told them and looked up to Greta for agreement. She nodded.
"How do you know? What happened?" Aimee asked, forgetting the meaning of personal space.
Kurt closed his eyes, replaying the images again. "Okay, okay –" he began with his eyes shut, "There was…" He paused, furrowing his brow, and continued. "Running, two people were running and, I-I don't know who… Then…" He started shaking his head, screwing his face into one of discontent. Blaine frowned and went to stop him, denying his curiosity when Kurt started talking again.
"…The fire was like a circle or something, someone's getting burned… NO! Don't-" Kurt choked. "-Get up!" He seemed to be over-involved in the images playing in his head. His breathing became staggered and then there was silence for a moment. "Please!" Aimee went to speak, but Greta blocked her mouth off with her hand, not taking her eyes off of Kurt and raising a finger to her lips. Blaine watched him tentatively. Kurt's eyes cracked open; his face was pallid with fright.
He swallowed. "Blaine," The addressed boy was shocked at the distressed tone through the shake. "We're one down. He's dead." Kurt was staring into nothingness, with his eyes splintering with tears, his mouth hanging open slightly.
Blaine needed to ingest this news. One of them was…? He felt the warmth drain from his body.
"Who?" He was so quiet and restrained that Kurt didn't hear him even with such close proximity. Kurt brought his hands to his face and the pain lingered on his mind.
"Kurt," Aimee leaned forward slightly, getting a warning glance form Greta but shaking it off.
"You, how could you possibly know any of that?"
"Don't push him Aimee…" Greta began to warn, sinking down to her knees, next to her partner.
"I'm not!" She scorned toward the other red head, then back to Kurt, letting her hands fall onto his knees. "Kurt, please tell us,"
Kurt peeked out through the gaps in his fingers and recognised the hold Blaine had around his waist. He looked up and saw the shock coated on Blaine's face. When he saw Kurt looking up, the corner of Blaine's lip twitched upwards, telling the boy to go on.
Kurt breathed and stared back at the intrigued girl in front of him. He took a deep breath. "When- when I first got here. I got put in that room, the one with the garden-"
"Newbies' room." Blaine cut in helpfully.
Greta and Aimee nodded for him to continue.
"Well, it started, a bit, before that…" He paused and winced, his fingers knotting in his shirt. "Please don't judge me or anything, or call me psycho, I… I never told anyone before and…"
"Kurt!" Aimee snapped. "We won't, just tell us!" She smiled helpfully. "Please."
Kurt nodded. "I recognised the garden. I'd seen it before, like, in a dream or something – I know that sounds cliché but…" He shrugged. "I get these really… Strong visions and, a couple days before I got here, I dreamt about it…" He ducked his head sheepishly. "I, um, I was with Blaine in the garden and," Blaine looked up. Wait, what?
The reality hit him hard.

"Blaine, I'm absolutely fine about this, really I am!"
"Kurt…"
"Oh come on, Blaine, really?"
"What are you talking about, really what?"
"Obviously this is all just a dream, I worked it out. I must still be asleep or in a coma or something, I'll wake up eventually in a room of doctors rushing to my bedside, just you wait and see."

Blaine realised he'd made a decision that – that this all was just a dream.
Because that's what he'd dreamt about before… Things were falling into place now.
"-and," Kurt carried on with his story whilst Blaine stared out into the horizon, working things out in his head. "Then it happened. I dreamt about the accident, and it happened. Then,"
He shook his head; his statement was going nowhere so he started again.
"I've had migraines since I was little, where I'd see things that were going to happen," Kurt told them all. Aimee watched in fascination whilst Greta had a look of doubt on her face. Her arms were folded and she sat with her legs crossed. It just, it sounded… it couldn't possibly be true, could it?
"This is the first time I've seen something after…" Suddenly, Kurt sat up alert. He kicked up dirt as he scrambled to his feet. Blaine blinked at the sudden movement and looked up at Kurt, who was standing above him, his hand outstretched. "Come on, we have to move. If… if it hasn't happened yet then we need to get to them before it does." Kurt shot a look over through the trees. Suddenly his eyes narrowed. He snapped his neck around as if something had just darted out of his vision. "Did you guys see that?" He posed quickly and his body completely tensed.
A leaf rustled and a twig snapped as the other three got to their feet hastily.
Standing back to back they all watched out into the forest surrounding them. They all held their breaths, as if daring to do so was a death note.
Aimee was squeezing her fists tightly, gritting her teeth. "I have a feeling we're no longer alone."
"We have to move!" Kurt insisted, his fingers curling into his palm and indenting marks. "We have to meet up with the others!"
Their heads all flickered around and watched the silent stillness, aching to scream or run, or frozen to the ground.
"All right," Greta exhaled a breath. "I'll go first. Let's go," She wasn't going to let anyone die on her watch.

If only they knew it was impossible to bring back the dead.
They were too late.
Quinn stumbled aimlessly around the arena, he was heading to the middle, he knew that much. Whether he was going the right way or not was lost on him.
Things were looking the same right now, everything matched everything else. It was a little infuriating but Quinn kept going, his boots digging into the ground with each step.
He felt the ground beneath his knees before he realised he'd fallen and then he glanced up at the tree tops. Something was bothering him. They were well into the second day, nightfall was nearing, yet the tests had been limited. And even then he couldn't be sure it was 'Them' anymore.
'SNAP' his head whipped round suddenly at the sound. "Hello?" He called out upon instinct without really thinking anything through.
'WOOSH'
"Who's there?" He growled and awaited his response. Nothing. He got up quickly and made his fighting stance. Was this a test?
The bushes rustled and suddenly a face popped out.
"Woah!" She hollered, her arms raised in the air in defence.
Quinn let out a sharp gasp and stepped back suddenly, "Izzy?"
The girl in dark blue had dark black curls, tucked behind her ears and a worried look plastered over her face, mouth opened slightly. Her eyes plastered with fear and crows legs were to the outsides of her eyes in worry. "I've lost Becky and I don't know what to do!"
Quinn noticed the tears brimming her eyelids and softened immediately. She seemed innocent enough, just another terrified recruit.

Isabelle chewed on a strip of dried mango and made noises of content as she swallowed. "I lost my pack back with Becky; we were by a lake and I was filling the canteens. I heard her scream and the next minute I looked around and she was gone. I ran after the noise but… she was gone." She sighed and her hand dropped into to her folded lap. She wasn't old; she looked just old enough to be entered in the pooling. Maybe a little over 13. She swallowed again and chewed on her inner lip. "I ended up getting lost and I left our packs." She shrugged and then looked longingly over her shoulder. "'still haven't found Becky."
Quinn frowned and stared across at the ground where her legs were folded. He sighed. "Yeah, I lost my partner too, if you're still hungry you can eat more if you like, I have enough for two." He added on the end when he saw the girl's eyes staring hungrily at the food in front of her.
Izzy was hesitant for a moment before she leaned forward and grabbed another strip. "Won't your partner need it when you find him?" She ate it anyway, of course she felt bad, but it was just so good and she was so hungry.
Quinn sighed and let his head roll back, running his hand through his blond hair. "He won't need it." She carried on chewing, but watched him cautiously.
"Sure?"
Quinn nodded. "Pretty sure."
A smile and a blush grew on Izzy's lips and cheeks as she pushed the strip in her mouth and grabbed another one, then got to her feet. "Right then." She brushed off her thighs and knees before shoving the extra strip in her mouth and placing her hands on her hips. She mumbled something inaudible through the food.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" He asked raising an eyebrow but she just shrugged it off and swallowed the remaining contents before showing Quinn the inside of her mouth.
Quinn covered his eyes. "Okay, you really didn't need to do that." He even let out a short laugh as he said it.
"So, where are we headed?" She grinned and Quinn's eyes winded. He blinked.
"We?" He asked and Izzy frowned, standing opposite him.
"Uh yeah!" She rolled her eyes as if Quinn should've known this already. "The girls and I made an agreement to head to the middle. I'm sure Becky's on her way over there, and your partner too, I bet!"
Quinn said nothing.
Izzy seemed to have it stuck in her head that they were going to the middle so Quinn didn't have to say anything. He just followed as the girl pushed past overgrown leaves.

For the last few hours Eli had been trying to think of a way of getting Harry back up to the surface, Harry on the other hand was drifting in and out of consciousness at an alarming rate.
"So then, I spoke to Miss Hillary about it, and she told me not to worry because I'd been too busy with training that homework wasn't on my forte right now…" He had been trying to talk whatever gibberish was running through his mind at the moment, just to try and keep Harry awake whilst he devised a plan to get him up. He'd spouted anything and everything at Harry, minus 'Oh god, Holy shit, what the hell am I gonna do? Harry, please get the hell up would you!'
The boy on the ledge had been responding with small whimpers, to let Eli know he was awake whilst he was. But now he couldn't bring himself even to do that, he just wanted to sleep.
There was a warm peacefulness around him, encompassing his whole body. He hurt no more and he felt incredibly light. The darkness flittering in his vision was slowly growing and growing until everything was just black.

The blond tossed and turned in the sheets making up his bed. He had been drifting in and out of sleep for the last few hours, he was currently stuck between asleep and awake, meaning he could feel both worlds quite clearly.
In a dream, Ben sat up. He could distinctly make out the person opposite.
Panic didn't strike him first moment like it should of; there was something calming about the outline in front of him.
"Harry?" He rasped, squinting his eyes.
The body in front of him hushed him and with that crept forward on his hands and knees.
To Ben a sudden sense of relief washed over him, whoever this 'stranger' was, he reminded him a lot of Harry. He shared that musky scent the other boy trailed with him everywhere he went, and he felt like Harry too.
The figure was now straddling him and his hands were either side of Ben's head.
"I love you," the figure whispered and Ben melted at the voice.
"Harry," He breathed dreamily, though as if in pain and let himself melt against the pillow. The shadow lowered himself down and pressed a small kiss to his lips.
It was next to nothing, but Ben savoured it.
"I love you too."
"I'm so sorry." Was whispered next to his ear. Ben cracked open his eyes a little. "You're sorry?"
"I love you Ben, I-I never planned on this happening." The voice was drunk with frantic panic now.
"What- what are you-?"
"Eli, he tried to help, I wasn't focused - I slipped and-" A sob extracted from the shadow.
"No, no baby, don't cry." Ben found his hand sneaking up to touch his cheek.
The shadow seemed to quiver at the touch and he pressed his cheek into it. "I never wanted to lose you." A splash of tears slipped down Harry's cheek and landed on the sheets.
"I don't understand, what are you- you'll never lose me," Ben was holding back his own tears now. This form, this figure, was it Harry? He sounded like Harry, everything about him was Harry but... Harry wasn't here. Harry was... Harry was in the arena so that could only mean...
Ben's eyes widened at the horrifying thought.
This had happened twice before, the day after his grandma's funeral, she'd appeared in his room after his mum had put him to bed. He'd curled up on her lap as she read to him, her soft voice finally soothing his to sleep. Then when he woke up the next morning, early morning – it had still been dark outside, after the crash, his mother had come into the room he and Harry shared and brushed his hair back, leaving a lingering kiss on his forehead.
When Ben had awoken back to reality, both had been gone. Never to be seen again.
He got to his knees and held the sobbing shadows face.
He was not about to let this happen once again.
"Harry, what- what happened? Don't die Harry, please, be strong wake up, you need to wake up!" Ben pleaded, an estranged sob escaping his chest. "You have to wake up."
The shadow pressed his lips into Ben's palm and his hand reached up to cover Ben's.
"I fell. Ben. I fell and hit a ledge. Everything went black and now..." His voice was oddly peaceful.
"No Harry, no. No. You are not dead. You're not. I won't let you be!" Ben sobbed and pulled Harry's forehead against his own. "I can't. I can't do this without you. I need you Harry. I-" Sob "I need you." Tear's splattered down his face and the shadow reached again for another kiss, this time holding his lips there.
"I love you so much, Ben, I really do."
"Please, just wake up!" Ben cried out, his vision too blurred to even open his eyes. It wouldn't matter anyway, it was too dark to see anything.
It was enough just to feel the hazy touch of Harry. "You have to."
"Harry!" The shadow flinched.
"Harry?" Ben queried, his face screwing up at the sudden and unprompted movement.
"Harry please!" Again. Ben just frowned at the nothing.
"Someone's calling me." The shadow said quickly.
Ben just stared for a moment. "Ha-rry..."
"I have to go." The form said bluntly and Ben's eyes widened. Go? Go where?
"Harry?" Ben paniced. "Where are you-?"
Before another word could escape him the crushing realisation of nothingness burned his finger tips. The touch that was the figure was gone. Ben felt his heart sink.
"No. Please god no!" He sobbed out but it wasn't long before a blanket of unconsciousness draped over him.

Harry, reappearing on the ledge, blinked. His eyelids fluttered. "Harry!" The faint voice was bringing him round. "Harry, wake up you asshole! Don't you dare die on me!" Said voice was shaking and scared.
"Ben?" Harry's own voice was inaudible; it was nothing but a chaste whisper.
"Harry, you gotta get up! Please!"
That wasn't Ben's voice and slowly Harry was starting to remember. I fell, right...?
"Eli."
"Come on dammit!"
But what was that dream all about? With Ben and…?
"Eli!" He forced the word out and it stung like a knife to his chest.
A gasp. "Harry, you're awake!" Eli pushed his head over the edge staring down at him.
"I can't move..." Harry's eyes were lined with tears. "I hurt everywhere and - and I can't move."
Eli was silenced.
"I'm gonna get you out of there Harry. I'm gonna get you - I - I just don't know how yet..."
Harry could only see the other side of the cliff. It wasn't a far distance, but it wasn't exactly close.
He couldn't even crane his neck around to look up at Eli. He let out a groan.
"I don't wanna to die." His voice was quiet again and this time only for him to hear. Tears slivered from his eyes. "I-I don't wanna die."
He screwed his face up and tears flowed, making a small muddy puddle in the dirt.
"I don't wanna die."
He couldn't help but repeat himself. It was the only thing running through his head right now.
Dying.
His eyelids were slipping again, he could feel the warmth pulling him under.
"Hey!" His eyes flew open again at the distant voice. "Hey! Over here! I need help!"
There was a sound of silence. "Please! There's someone down there, on a ledge! He's slipping in and out and I need help! Please!"
Eli's voice was one of a desperate tone but eventually footfalls came bearing near but it was too late. Harry let himself slide into unconsciousness.

He re-awoke and found his head in the lap of an unknown person. Soothing down his hair she was faced in another direction, watching something.
"Hey-"
She looked down quickly and smiled slightly. "Shh." She quickly hushed him and he realised he could feel his arms again, even if it was in shear agony. He reached up and held out his hand. She took it and smiled down at him. "I don't want to die." He pleaded and felt his eyes wet again at the idea.
"Hey, shush. You're going to be fine."
She looked away again and frowned. After a second she looked down and brushed his hair out of his eyes. Her thumb brushed against his forehead. "You aren't going to die, I promise."
He clung to her hand tighter. He had to hold on to something, anything, he wasn't ready to leave this earth just yet.

Wes and David stood at the front of the Warblers, who had now gathered in the warblers hall.
"Anyone got any ideas?" Wes huffed, just as the door opened. Everyone craned their necks around to look at the non-warbler-made-warbler-for-time-being. Ben chewed on his bottom lip, way to focused on his dream last night to talk. "Sorry," He mumbled and sat down next to Cass, bringing his knees to his chest and hugging them tight. Cass wrapped an arm around Ben's shoulder and pulled him under his wing, letting his head rest on Ben's.
"So, anyone?" David asked remorsefully.
Just then the doors that had just about closed slammed open, and standing there was Arjun. Panting and red in the face. He looked terrified. "Wes, David, can I talk to you guys quickly?"
Wes and David shared a look before going out and joining Arjun in the hall.
Mutters of speculation filled the room.
"What is it? Update?" Wes asked and Arjun shook his head.
"I was online this morning search around, then the next thing I know, boom! The whole systems down, I've tried and failed to fix it and that's me, I know computers like the back of my hand."
David pressed his hands to his temples. "So what you're saying is we no longer have connection?"
"Hold up, that's not the worst thing, the teachers have too. Everyone who ever had any insight of that arena has lost it,"
Wes folded his arms across his chest. "But that's good right? The testers won't be able to throw anything at them."
"No, no! You're missing the point!" Arjun groaned and closed his eyes. He opened them again determinedly. "The system was hacked, someone completely unrelated to Dalton has broken in."
Wes' eyes went wide, as did David's in realisation.
"The kids in there are in real danger. Someone's in there and they're after them. I have my suspicions and… They're gonna try to bring us down starting with the kids in the arena."
"So they're not alone anymore?" Wes asked slowly, paling dramatically.
Arjun shook his head whilst David backed up against the wall. "And no-one's on the inside to help them."
Arjun looked between the pair, his eyes dark behind the lenses.
"Gentlemen, the game of cat and mouse has begun."

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