Hey awesome readers and reviewers! I finally decided to make time to update my fanfic "unknown love"! Thank you all so much for being my motivation in continuing this story :) You guys are awesome! Hope you love chappie 13! Review please! I love each and every one of your reviews that I receive. :) ~Katie

Chapter 13

"MMM! Mfffmfffmmmmm!"

This was all that was made of Sam's crucial muffled struggle to break free of the prison guards' deathly grip that bound her to the metal stretcher. She'd been blind folded but the material was so sheer it enabled her to see the blurry passing of lights mounted to the ceiling as she was being carried. Where to? She had no idea. The gag stuffed in her mouth made the sides of her throat itch. All Sam knew was that she couldn't move her arms or legs and that where ever she was being taken, it wasn't good. Amid the casual swearing exhibited by her prison guards as they recklessly carried her, dangerously swinging the stretcher, Sam could hear the passing by of shrieking as she was taken down what she could only assume to be a hallway of some sort. What she could only imagine to be loud machinery clanged in her eardrums and caused a stab of fear to echo throughout her heart. This sounded like a place of torture. Was this the place where her friends had been taken? Sam could only pray that this had not been the case and that where ever they were, they were safe. Just then a horrid, stale-like smell inhabited her entire nose. It was by far the worst thing she had ever smelled. Sam hardly knew how to describe it. It didn't just smell bad, it actually smelled, deadly. Like burnt rubber and something that had been long dead mixed together. She couldn't help but wince and cough a bit as they passed through it. A prison guard noticed her discomfort and laughed loudly, Sam could feel the spit landing on her face and squirmed even more.

"Well aren't you a newbie!" The guard screamed with a deranged delight. "Don't worry, after a while you'll get used to it. They all do. "

They? There were others here? Other what? Monsters? Humans? Her friends? Sam's stomach did a somersault as the butterflies fluttered throughout it at the mere thought of her friends being imprisoned in such a disgusting place of…torture? She still had yet to discover more.

The other guard remained silent and after what seemed like forever, came to a halt. After all the turns and curves and elevators they'd mounted and descended, Sam knew that it would be near impossible for her to find her way out of this place, especially by herself. So many passwords had been mumbled in exchange to pass through the doors and gates and so many secret passage ways taken and changing of prison guards to carry her recklessly about the place, Sam could do nothing now but lay and well…not enjoy the ride. Sam couldn't tell if she'd been laid on the floor or a table of some sort. Just then a nasally laugh with injections of snorting reached her ears, and she knew exactly who was hovering above her.

"Nice work. Retreat."

These were the commands Jeremy barked at what Sam assumed to be the prison guards. Wow, he even treated his own workers like crap. Sam wanted to growl at him, to hurt him the way he'd hurt her, but she knew that now was neither the time nor the place. For now, she just needed to keep quiet long enough to learn her whereabouts and the condition of her friends, after that, she could handle him. The blindfold was ripped off if Sam's eyes and in its place was Jeremy. Sam tried her best to avoid his eyes and instead to catch a glimpse of her surrounding in a feeble attempt to plan an escape for later. However, her surroundings were all the same. Red walls. Great. This was now officially going to be impossible. Jeremy took two of the poles extruding from the make-shift metal stretcher and dragged Sam into a dark room.

"…Samantha" came the harsh whisper in her ear.

"MMMffmmmmfmm!" Sam highly objected to the use of her full name, especially from thus creep.

"What?"

Jeremy leaned his ear closer to her taped and gagged mouth as if asking her to repeat herself. Just then he ripped the duct tape from her mouth, the gag coming out as well, causing a shriek of pain to escape her.

"Tell me about Cathy, Sam. Does she love me?"

"No."

"Liar."

"What's wrong with you? Ugh!" Sam screamed and began to shake and move her arms and legs in a frenetic attempt to free them of their chains.

"Stop it! Stop that! Just calm do—"

"WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS!" Sam screamed.

"SHUT UP!" Jeremy yelled in Sam's face so hard that he began to turn a slight shade of red.

Just then a light of some sort lit up half of the room, allowing Sam to finally catch a glance of the area. A soft "woah" escaped Sam's lips as she stared around in amazement. The room was much bigger than she'd thought. There was what seemed like a tower of a bookshelf lining an entire wall of the monstrous room. It was filled with books of all different types, varying in size and color. Along the other side of the room was a computer system that took up the entire space the wall provided. Squinting her eyes Sam could tell that about half of the computer system was made up of solely dozens of security cameras—flashing back and forth from the halls, to the prison guards, to what appeared to be multiple cells. Jeremy sat in a large velvet chair viewing the system and quickly & angrily typing on the master keyboard. Apparently she was inside Jeremy's study. Sam failed to catch a glimpse of Cathy, Danny and Chris as she could see that each of the cells was occupied, making distinguishing her friends impossible. Muttering and cursing to himself Jeremy launched out of the chair in a fury and headed to the incredible sight Sam's eyes be held in front of her. The entire counter of the study was covered in beakers and test tubes and all sorts of containers varying in shape and size. However, the variety of color they each with held was even more shocking. Shades of red, yellow, blue and everything in between were spotted in each and every beaker and tube. Jeremy snatched up a syringe from a row of other syringes and set it to the side of the counter, all the while constantly muttering and swearing to himself. As he continued about his business as though he'd momentarily forgotten Sam was still there, Sam was able to catch a bit of his conversation.

"Stupid, MBC…I hate them! Hate them all…each and every last one of them. D*** it, I'll show them. I'll show them exactly what true hate is." Here he momentarily halted is work to turn his attention to a rather large beaker to the side containing a dark orange liquid. There was a label on the jar with the words 'hate: prototype' scrawled across it. Jeremy smiled warmly turned his attention back to his work.

"Love, ha. There's no such thing. It's just so unfair." Here he laughed to himself momentarily and began measuring and mixing multiple liquids of different color from a wide variety of containers.

"Wow, and of all the people…Danny" Here Sam assumed that he was referring to Cathy and her crush on Danny. He was now finished mixing the liquids and sent the resulting purplish liquid through a spiral tube. Sam could hear it bubbling out of the tube as it deposited the contents into a beaker at the end of the process. Once again the terrible smell was erupted into the room and Sam couldn't help but gag and cough. Jeremy chuckled quietly to himself as he removed the syringe's cap and slowly poured the beaker's contents into it, then placing the cap back onto the syringe tightly. He slowly turned around, syringe in hand, and a wicked smile slowly curving across his darkened face. He then gently flicked the syringe and squirted its cap until a small bit of the horrid purple liquid sputtered out and onto the floor, a stain in its place. Jeremy smiled again at Sam and began to walk towards her with the syringe.

"Nighty night Samie. Let's see you in action. Paralyzed."

Sam's eyes widened and she struggled as hard as she could, trying to avoid the syringe but Jeremy had her pinned. The last thing she could remember was a sharp pain in her neck, wild laughter [Jeremy's] and then…she couldn't move. Everything began to fade out.

Sam could still feel her herself being carried as Jeremy called for more prison guards to come for Sam. It was another rough ride, this time shorter, and she was thrown into a dark, hard room with a loud THUD. And then all was silent.

Next door…

"Danny…Danny! Did you hear that man?"

"Ugh, oh Chris, dude are you okay? Chris, are you there man?"

"I'm right here Danny."

"Oh, dude, I can't see a thing, it's freakin' pitch black in here! We've gotta get out of here…ugh oh man, my head….dude my neck is killing me."

"I know, mine too." Chris sighed heavily. "I miss Sam."

"Hey where is she…and Cathy?"

"Well Cathy's in the seat between us but…well I wish I knew where Sam was. Hey, did you hear that thud a minute ago?" Chris asked Danny frantically. "What if it's them again? What if they're coming to give us another injection?"

"Dude, I don't know what's gonna happen, but whatever that was, I'm sure it isn't good."

"You're right, we'd better not take any chance and just get the heck out of here. But how? I don't know about you but I think I might be paralyzed, I can't move my arms or legs."

"Wake Cathy up"

"I'm up, Danny"

"Oh hey Cathy! Thank god you're okay"

Cathy could feel her cheeks burning even in the pitch black cell.

"Um, thanks Danny. I'm really glad you're okay too…"

"Ahem" Chris cleared his throat, clearly peeved. "Sam?"

"Oh yeah!" Danny and Cathy both said in a shameful unison.

Chris sighed heavily. Sometimes he felt like he was the only one that cared about Sam. I mean really cared about her. Ever since he'd been lost in this world of Blastertron 360, Sam was all he could think about. It started out as a hopeless crush, but overtime, they'd slowly bonded together into (what Chris hoped might be) a close relationship. Sure it wasn't an official couple relationship, but Chris felt as though he may have Sam's trust, and that meant a lot to him. Sam was all he could ever imagine in a girl. She was strong, yet caring. She was feminine yet not afraid to get dirty. Chris sighed again. Just the mere thought of Sam being in some cold, hard cell like him made his stomach flip with an indescribable guilt. The girl of his dreams was locked away in a disgusting place of torture, and she was probably hungry, cold and confused. All because of him. Not to mention how far away she was from him. If it hadn't been for him and his disgusting nerd-like habits… Playing video games while the others are out on a mission. Wow. Some friend. Sam would've been out there, right by her friends' sides, fighting the enemy. Actually, come to think of it, she had been. Chris doubted that Sam would even want anything else to do with him after all this. Who would blame her… But, the way she'd looked into his eyes… when Chris saved her [and Cathy] from Jeremy's burning ship. Those big, beautiful honey eyes… Chris could feel himself blushing at just the memory. Gosh he missed her… if only he could see her just one more time… oh the things he'd say. Chris had never felt anything like this ever before—for anyone. It was like…a strong affection of some sort. Like a soft obsession. Given that he was probably one of the nerdiest kids in school, aside from Jeremy, he was indeed bound to cling to anything [or in this case anyone] that returned his affection to him. It's funny how suddenly becoming stranded in such a chaotic world as this Chris's mind has cleared so well. His heart just ached so much… and for Sam. He missed her. He wanted her. Just her. The answer to such a complicated riddle as this was finally made evident to Chris, at that very moment. All the years of distant caring, all those missions together, all the time he'd spent with her. The answer was so clear now. He loved her. Chris loved her. Sam. Chris loved Sam. This realization kept repeating itself over and over inside Chris's mind as he began to take it all in—finally. Chris felt the corners of his mouth slowly and unknowingly turn from their frown of worry into a small smile of happiness and satisfaction. Chris loved Sam. The smile grew bigger. And bigger. Until Chris found himself grinning ear to ear in the darkness. His heart felt all warm, and tingly. It even started beating differently—faster and unevenly. He liked it. He loved it. This feeling… it was just so amazing. Now Chris needed to find her. He needed to break free of this crummy jail and find Sam. Tell her…that he loved her. He had to.

"Hey Chris…" There was silence. Chris was still 'In his own little world' "Um…..Chris?" Cathy said a bit louder. Meanwhile Danny had dozed off [of course]. She'd been wondering to herself how Chris really felt about Sam. I mean, she knew that all the signs were there, but she herself had been concerned for Sam, so deeply, when Chris had disappeared. She [Sam] had literally gone boy-crazy. All over Chris. She [Cathy] needed to be the best friend she could be to Sam and protect her. Just in case something crazy happened and Chris didn't feel that same way that Sam did, Cathy needed to protect her and prevent it from happening. Heartbreak was the last thing they needed in this crazy world. Cathy had made it up in her mind to prepare herself to ask Chris what he thought of Sam, so she took a deep breath and said…

"Chris?" Still no answer. "Do you-"

"I love you Sam" Chris unknowingly whispered quietly to himself. I guess just sorta...slipped out. Cathy smiled wide to herself with relief and let out a soft sigh. Sam was safe. No more hurt, pain or heartbreak. For now.

Once again there was silence. Until, something finally clicked inside of Chris's mind that words had just been spoken to him.

"Oh! Yeah Cathy?"

"Nevermind."

"What is it Cath? We're friends, you know that. You can tell me anything."

"yeah, I know…I just think I might already know the answer" She smiled again.

Consciousness was returning. However the pain that came with it made Sam instantly regret it. Sharp stabs of pain seemed to flash all throughout the veins in her neck, not to mention the searing migraine spreading above her brow. The darkness within the room seemed to consume Sam, as she lay in a sore and swollen heap in a corner of the pitch black concrete room. Her body was nothing but a numb pile of failure. Unable to move any part of her body, Sam lay in a daze. Her mind ached with its contents. Sam stared drowsily and blindly into the depths of the room, pondering her future. Actually, she had no idea what to make of the present. Never had she ever felt like such a failure. A loser. A horrible friend. Just…a failure. This whole disarray of a world... it had turned Sam's life upside down. She didn't even know what to make of herself now. Her heart ached with confusion and stress more so than sadness. She felt like crying but had run out of tears long ago. Where was she? How long had she been here? And oh gosh her friends … just so much … chaos. Not to mention no progress at all. Sam tried to remember the last events that happened before she ended up here. But, all she could remember was…Jeremy…and…his study. Yes, that was it! She had been taken to him in order…to gain answers? Was that it? Ugh, her head was just killing her, and trying to remember events that seemed so very old definitely wasn't helping. Maybe another time…but wait, her friends! She had to save them! Sam's thoughts were cut short as light suddenly was shone into the room revealing a shadow in the doorway.

Next door…

Cathy opened her eyes. She saw…wait, she could see! Realization hit Cathy as she looked around the room in amazement. Rhapsodians had night vision, enabling her to see in the dark room she, Danny and Chris were being held in. Last night's sleep must've rested her enough to recharge her powers. Looking around her, she could see that her hands were bound above her in a hanging fashion and her feet bound to a chair of some sort that she was sitting in. It was a very odd chair because it seated all 3 of them in a circular fashion so that they were each facing a different direction outwards, closely resemble three chairs with their backs turned inward so that they were in a circular fashion. This allowed communication between them to be extremely 'blind' and limited.

"Danny… DANNY!" Cathy yelled as softly as possible. Finally The Danny was awake. Cathy heard another movement behind her and knew immediately that Chris was already awake.

"You guys!" Cathy hissed at them both. "I can see!"

"How—"Danny started.

"I have night vision."

"Oh yeah!"

"Look up and describe the chains we're bound in. Maybe we can break out if Cathy can help describe it to us." Chris said shakily.

"Chris, try to stretch your arms out and unhook your wrists from the chain above you."

"I can't reach" Chris said struggling. Did he mention he wasn't the physical one in the group?

"Sit up straight!"

"I am!"

"No you aren't, I can see you!" Chris was reminded again of why he liked Sam so much.

"You're the one with the stretchable limbs! You try!" Chris hissed back at Cathy, clearly peeved.

"I can reach but I'm not strong enough to lift it!"

"And what makes you think I am"

"I'll just ask Danny." Silence was produced, and Cathy and Chris both could hear a faint snoring. "DANNY!"

"Huh? Oh, what?" He yawned.

"Try to stretch your arms up and push your chains up and over the hook that's suspending you. You're the tallest and strongest." Cathy whispered. 'Oh I see. He gets a whisper and I get a hissy snap. I see.' Chris thought to himself quietly. He really missed Sam.

"I know" Danny said proudly and arrogantly.

"DANNY!"

"Okay, okay! Geez…"

Danny followed Cathy's instructions and in a while after much grunting and sighing, his arms were free. Now for the legs. This was going to be a long night.

Thank you all so much for the amazing support, including the nominations for MBC's Top 20 2009. I was voted first place and I just want thank you all again for the amazing friendship and kind reviews you all have sent me. Hope you loved this chapter. More to come soon. [hopefully] Please review! Love you. ~ Katie