Once upon a time they touched and the world opened up. Now there's a bitter sting in the air when they did. They love one another. This is true but the problem is Camille's inability to sympathize and Logan's inability to be anything other than kind.

Lying in the sun is a feeling of the past. The kiss that once woke him ups has him begging for sleep in the form of rust and metal. His jaw is wired open. Those big beautiful eyes full of fear as it registers in his brain he's suspended in the air, upside down. His face is blue from the pressure and honestly the vision in nauseating.

Her voice sends electricity into his skin via a scream.

Let me catch you up to speed (Alot's happening, I know it's hard to keep up. I like to make my stories big.)

The dead body beside Camille on the table belongs to Olivia's bandmate Charlie. We met her last chapter. She's the reason he's dead. Keep up, we've got a lot to cover. Stupid band drama is the cause. Nothing more, nothing less. It was an accident. She didn't mean to swing that hard. Honestly it never occured to her she could have the same stregnth as him, let alone kill him with one blow.

Her lover and other bandmate, Mo, was helping her hide the body. Wen, Stella, and the other party guests that we don't have time to introduce right now were sleeping. Blah, blah, blah... they get kidnapped. Ladi da. We've covered like a hundred kid nappings already and honestly it's getting boring. Our tollerance is higher than Logan's suspension.

Here's where my long drastic and complicated story gets interesting. We focus in on the marble slab she's tied down to. Her thrashing. Her cries of anguish, "HELP ME!" The crazy things a person exclaims when they've been taken because the media makes victims look stupid and we swallow everything they feed us.

The door opens. In walks two girls. Jo Wilson and Olivia.

You're probably smart enough to figure out that Olivia is connected to this trap via Charlie but why is Jo here. There's another person swinging right beside Logan who's yet to wake up.

It's a jigsaw copycat situation. We take a tape recorder (for those of you who are too young to know what that is it's like an old school i pod where everything was recorded onto strips of film and ran through a series of readers that sent out the words in a speaker on the side of the box), a mission. To rescue the one who dangles. Only one can survive. Oh, at the drama right? We've all heard and seen this story a thousand times. Nothing new.

You're curios as to what all of this is for? Why have a lot of people been kidnapped and what the Hell does this have to do with the Gabbie case. Well nothing really is the answer to the latter of the few. All of this wires down to one individual. Carlos. Of course, he isn't here right now. He's fighting for his life against a creature in this same facility just much further down into the earth. Sad thing is he's not putting up much of an effort and that's what's throwing off his predator. No one likes to feast on something begging you to do it.

All these people in a room. A massive room with metal bars and drop offs into nothing, tall spiral beams that reach up into the ceiling, giant cauldrons that dip and pour out hot steaming liquid every thirty two seconds like clock work.

Logan can see Camille. He can't reach her way down there but from where he's at he can tell they're not alone.

"Hey!" He cries, "Explain!"

Of course, Olivia is thrown by the use of such few words but Dr. Wilson is used to that. So she does, "We've been instructed to harvest keys from the stomachs of your friends. to rescue you."

The weight of that stings.

It's completely unfair. The guy beside Camille is dead. They're really going to make someone kill Camille to rescue him.

"I'm a surgeon. I can keep her alive. While I cut The moment we cross these bars our time begins. We don't have long." She explained.

Logan allows all the feelings in his chest to erupt in a loud agonizing scream. Why the fuck is this happening?

There's something incredibly aesthetic about the deep desire to cut. How one decision in your field of careers determines weather you are a hero or a villain. The suregeons save the day when they feel the desire to cut. An artist is called crazy. Van gouh severed his own ear and still managed to create masterpieces. Jo wilson can dissect and slice open Camille however she pleases without an anesthesiologist she is perceived as a monster in someones eyes.

The clock is ticking down.

Logan blacks out.

If you'll notice, I've blotted out the pieces of the adventure with the racing and the quick paced stress. This is because I seek to have you understand the opposite end of the spectrum. What's happening theoretically. With so much as steak how can I possibly explain each and every plot point.

Questions like; who was the other guy? Did they make it? Where is Carlos? These do not matter at this moment.

What does matter is the way Olivia is feeling. Her hands are inside someone's body. Not just anyone. A boy she's slept with. His warm wet blood slippery beneath her finger tips. How can this be? He's not even pale. It registers as she slows her pace that he has a heart beat. It's incredibly fast. What have they given him because she's certain he isn't dead. Is his life worth the man dangling from the ceiling?

"I've got it!" Cries Jo, "Are you paying attention? Olivia, were running out of time!"

The girl opposite Jo looks up at her and wails, "He's alive! I'm killing him! I have no idea what I'm doing!"

Jo tosses her the key for Logan, "Go put this in the wall and cut off the flame before it boils him alive!"

The key lands in Olivia's hands and she gasps. A small noise. So little a bird could make it. However, it was loud. It echoed. It hit the ears of those above and the sound pierced their skins like needles.

Her eyes trail up the long spiral staircase around the perimeter of the room and a voice from her childhood echoes in her head. Shrek the video games own magic mirror cried out to her, "It's heeeerrroooo time."

Then suddenly it was. As Jo Wilson did her next disection and maintained the lives of both of her patients/victims Olivia was off on a run. She stepped higher and higher leaping over barrels and dodging swinging chains to step over burst of steaming water in her efforts. She took the time to breath. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. In her head she head the whispers of Mo, "You are so shimmering in this light here.", "I love the way the world kisses you when I see you before the light comes through in the mornings.", "Is it possible to die from love. That's what you do to me?"

I don't need to tell you about the stress of fighting to keep two individuals alive in such unsanitary situations with the weakest of supplies for the job lied out around a doctor who fought her hardest. I do need to tell you that the second key was retrieved. It was tossed as high as it could go and Olivia was ready. She caught it without much of a try. Wen had taught her to use her coordination to snag things thrown into the audience at the concerts of bands they looked up to together. She even laughed a bit when she did.

At long last she reached the top and saw the suspended bridges leading out to the boys. It was almost time. She'd only be able to save one. Who did she choose? I'll tell you when we return.