Autnor's Pre-Notes: Okay folks long time no read... and then some. Truth be told, the entire time i've been writing this i have been more or less (mostly more) unemployed. My new job has plently of hours but not a lot in which to write this story. And then there was this chapter. This chapter had enough writer's block to cancel building the wall of china. While i tried to make it a good chapter all i got where lemons everywhere. So I'm done with writing it so POST! At least read before judging it but if you don't like it then... I whole heartedly agree with you. More to come!

"Lucy Evansfield!"

"Me!"

"You?"

"Why?"

"Because."

"What?"

"Haha hah ha."

"Man her laugh is annoying."

"hey, I heard that!"

"Why did you kidnap us?" Stanley pleaded.

"Isn't it obvious?" Fred replied sarcastically. "She wants Eleanor."

Lucy rounded the chairs, her hips swaying seductively. Fred felt someone retying the piece of cloth over his mouth only this time it was tied unmercifully tight. He strained his head and out of the corner of his eye saw the once blonde woman now pale as ash leaning towards his ear.

"You were the one with the brains in this outfit," she whispered to him.

"And you," she whispered in Stanley's ear. "I owe you one for the big daddy."

Stanley shivered in fear. A bead of sweat poured down the side of his face. Lucy reached out and caught it on the tip of her finger. She put the bead of sweat in her mouth and moaned.

"Taste like fear… I'm going to enjoy this and much, much more than you will."

Stanley closed his eyes. His lips quivered as a hooked blade slid across his cheek. He held his breath as the adrenaline rushed through his body. Stanley heard the blade sink into flesh but felt nothing.

Fred gasped and rattled his teeth almost biting his tongue off. He tilted his head just far enough to see the hook lodged in his shoulder. Screams of pure agony erupted from his mouth when Lucy viciously removed her hook. She waved the bloody hook in front of Stanley who helplessly watched. Lucy held the blade high and watched the globules of blood collect at the tip and fall onto the tip of her white tongue.

"Mmmm, taste like dying," she chuckled sinisterly.

Eleanor waited patiently, for lack of anything better to do, while Max finished studying a map on the wall. She spied a 'hidey hole' ten feet from where they were standing and a pair of eyes stood out. Eleanor waved to which the small figure waved back. After they had abruptly arrived in Fontaine Futuristics she had decided that it might be too dangerous for Billy to be walking around so she had told him to follow them via the 'hidey hole' system. And so far he had done followed her directions to a T which pleased as well as worried Eleanor.

"Say Max, just where are we?"

"We are in the sub levels somewhere beneath the Live Test Facility. Since these tunnels where carved out of the ocean floor they could go on forever. That is why smuggling was so rampant around here. But I'm…"

"Not sure where we are exactly," Eleanor huffed in annoyance.

"No, I was going to say I don't know where Stanley and Fred are but it's not far from the truth to say that we (sigh) are lost."

(Go right…)

Eleanor thought she heard Max whisper something. "What did you say?"

"I did not say anything."

Eleanor spun around but saw no one down the musty and damp corridor they had come from. Her eyes darted down either hallway they had yet to traverse but again found no one for whom the voice belonged to.

(No, go left…)

(Don't tell her that it's wrong…)

(Will you two shut up for once…?)

The voices echoed throughout the hallway, bewildering Eleanor greatly. "Are you sure you cannot hear those voices? I can hear them clear as a bell."

Max scratched her temple and continued studying the map furiously. "Can you tell the voices to stop kidding around so we can find our men?"

"But I…"

(My dear girl if you want to find your friends you must)

(Do a dance)

(Spin on your head)

(GO LEFT)

Eleanor looked at the hallway to her left and found it to be far more ominous than the right. She started walking off silently down the left hallway leaving Max to studying the map.

Max looked up from the map and looked at Eleanor with a stupid look on her face. "Did multiple voices tell you to go left?"

Eleanor did not give a reply but continued walking.

"Hey," Max shouted stepping away from the map. She felt a tug at her leg and found the boy named Billy trying to push her aside. When she did not move immediately, Max noticed his expression getting darker. Stepping aside, she watched the boy scramble into a cubby hole. When one of Billy's feet slipped she caught him before he fell. Billy's eyes went wide and he scrambled from her grasp into the dark depths of the pipe.

"I, uh. Sorry."

Billy's head shot out of the hole causing Max to jump. His head turned in the direction of Eleanor then back at Max. His cold stare sent shivers down her spine. His little morbid head disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

Max ran her fingers through her hair. "Well I haven't a bloody clue so fine left it is." She quietly sighed and trotted after Eleanor.

Meanwhile Eleanor leaned against a pipe on the wall. Her head was swimming with voices either speaking at the same time or conversing between themselves. Somebody was trying to communicate with her, this she understood, but the voices were multiplying and becoming incoherent.

(Who are you), she screamed in her head.

(Good question)

(There my once name {i}s GIl {A}lexander was a {m}an. We named Goo who have never met but I wa{s} no b{i}gger {c}asually know you. You should {k}n{o}w that normally than the height o{f} a shoe I would not medd{l}e with your bra{i}nwaves And when he walk on {f}oot but down the str{e}et every person t{i}me is short for you if he wit{n}essed he would greet we do not {m}eet soon But since no one would see him wave which is wh{y} {h}e would get mad and rav{e} I am {l}eading you Now see how friend{l}y he can be to your desired destination.)

Eleanor's feet seemed to move of their own accord while she listened to the ramblings conversing in her head. The fragment pieces of conversation were interrupted by other bits with pauses and inserts within themselves. It was hard to understand the pieces let alone the complete thought each voice was conveying. Then Eleanor heard sobbing in the background. She thought it was another voice in the jumble of voices being forced in her head but the wailing was audible. It was coming from the door just beyond her grasp. The moment she touched the brass knob all voices ceased in her head. The squeaky door opened revealing two figures of interest surrounded by granite statues. One was still with the living while the other had been brutally murdered.

Max shoved the door open and rushed passed Eleanor. "Stanley!"