12th January 2003
"I mean it, Alex. I'm truly worried about Dylan. It's just not like her to not answer her phone. Especially not if she knows that someone's in trouble." Natalie and Alex were driving back to the Agency to analyse some samples that they had brought back from Bosley's house. "Maybe she was out. We don't know why she didn't answer her phone. Maybe she was hung-over. She did say that she was going out last night. She'll be fine." Although to Natalie, Alex's words were far from reassuring. They just incited many more theories about what kind of bad things could have happened to Dylan. "Yeah, well if she was out why didn't she answer her cell phone? You and I both know that Dylan never goes anywhere without her phone. What if she did go out and get drunk last night? What if she never came home? I'm worried. I rang her before and she still wont answer. At 12:30. It's 1:45 now. She would have at least rang me back by now." Alex had had enough. She was trying to remain calm, however she was having trouble. One of her best friends was possibly missing, another was having a panic attack, and three of her closest friends were in hospital. "Just shut up, Natalie. Do you think I'm not worried about Dylan? We should go over to her house to see if she's there, but STOP PANICKING! If something is wrong with Dylan, then panicking will NOT help!" Alex (who was driving) swerved the car over to the left to the first off ramp. She began to drive down side roads and suburban streets to Dylan's house. Meanwhile, Natalie tried to ring Dylan's cell again, but to no avail. "She's not answering." Said Natalie simply. Alex's only response was to push her foot further down on the accelerator.
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When Dylan woke up, she was tied to a chair in a dark red room. There seemed to be a large number of coat racks around the walls, as there were quite a few expensive looking furs hanging from them. Her head felt like it was spinning and she couldn't focus on anything for more than two seconds. She heard voices in the distance, and although they were muffled, she could make out that there were two voices, male and female. If she strained her ears, and held her breath (so as not to make any noise herself) she could also hear the sound of footsteps. 3 sets of footsteps. And they were getting louder quite rapidly. She suddenly remembered that when they had grabbed her, she had only been wearing a towel, and dropped it in the fight that ensued. Not wishing to face unknown people wearing only her birthday suit, she tried to undo the ropes binding her hands behind the chair, but she realised that she wasn't naked. She was wearing a dark blue evening-gown, with light blue heels. 'What kind of an occasion is this that they would dress me like this?' she wondered to herself. She didn't have much time to muse on this, however as the door on the far side of the room swung open.
It swung open to reveal a man in a light grey suit. By his complexion, Dylan deemed him to be Greek. Standing next to him was a tall, statuesque blonde woman, whose dress seemed to be taped on. "See. I told you she was pretty." Said the Greek man. The blonde woman just giggled. She walked over to Dylan. "Hello, Dylan. It's nice to see that you're finally awake." "Who are you? Why am I here? What have you done to my friends?" "Calm down Dylan. Your friends are fine. All will be explained to you in due time. In the meantime, Gareth," she called out to the Greek man. "Gareth, untie her. She is to be our guest of honour tonight." She turned back to Dylan, as Gareth untied her. "We're having a little party, and you're invited." A question began forming in her mind, as Gareth stood up and announced; "Finished! Now lets get back downstairs to the party. I can tell everyone's just dying to meet you." Gareth grabbed her hand and pulled her up from her chair. The blonde woman smiled. "I'm Jacinta, by the way. And this is my house." As they walked her through winding corridors, she began to wonder. 'What's this all about? And didn't I hear three sets of footsteps? Where's the third person?" After five minutes of silently walking, Gareth piped up. "I can tell that you have a million questions. All will be explained to you eventually. Now I must warn you, at this party we have some shady characters, and plus, we don't want you running off on us, so we have organised a chaperone."
They stopped next to a steel door, with a number keypad next to it. Dylan adjusted her dress, and leaned forward to get a better look at the number Jacinta was punching in. She only caught the last 3 digits of the 5 digit code. 468. She silently reprimanded herself for not seeing the first two digits. She didn't have time to ponder the meaning of these numbers when the door slid open.
"This is your chaperone." Said Gareth, and Dylan looked up at the man standing in the doorway. Her sharp intake of breath spoke volumes to Jacinta, who chuckled. "I see you two have met."
"I mean it, Alex. I'm truly worried about Dylan. It's just not like her to not answer her phone. Especially not if she knows that someone's in trouble." Natalie and Alex were driving back to the Agency to analyse some samples that they had brought back from Bosley's house. "Maybe she was out. We don't know why she didn't answer her phone. Maybe she was hung-over. She did say that she was going out last night. She'll be fine." Although to Natalie, Alex's words were far from reassuring. They just incited many more theories about what kind of bad things could have happened to Dylan. "Yeah, well if she was out why didn't she answer her cell phone? You and I both know that Dylan never goes anywhere without her phone. What if she did go out and get drunk last night? What if she never came home? I'm worried. I rang her before and she still wont answer. At 12:30. It's 1:45 now. She would have at least rang me back by now." Alex had had enough. She was trying to remain calm, however she was having trouble. One of her best friends was possibly missing, another was having a panic attack, and three of her closest friends were in hospital. "Just shut up, Natalie. Do you think I'm not worried about Dylan? We should go over to her house to see if she's there, but STOP PANICKING! If something is wrong with Dylan, then panicking will NOT help!" Alex (who was driving) swerved the car over to the left to the first off ramp. She began to drive down side roads and suburban streets to Dylan's house. Meanwhile, Natalie tried to ring Dylan's cell again, but to no avail. "She's not answering." Said Natalie simply. Alex's only response was to push her foot further down on the accelerator.
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When Dylan woke up, she was tied to a chair in a dark red room. There seemed to be a large number of coat racks around the walls, as there were quite a few expensive looking furs hanging from them. Her head felt like it was spinning and she couldn't focus on anything for more than two seconds. She heard voices in the distance, and although they were muffled, she could make out that there were two voices, male and female. If she strained her ears, and held her breath (so as not to make any noise herself) she could also hear the sound of footsteps. 3 sets of footsteps. And they were getting louder quite rapidly. She suddenly remembered that when they had grabbed her, she had only been wearing a towel, and dropped it in the fight that ensued. Not wishing to face unknown people wearing only her birthday suit, she tried to undo the ropes binding her hands behind the chair, but she realised that she wasn't naked. She was wearing a dark blue evening-gown, with light blue heels. 'What kind of an occasion is this that they would dress me like this?' she wondered to herself. She didn't have much time to muse on this, however as the door on the far side of the room swung open.
It swung open to reveal a man in a light grey suit. By his complexion, Dylan deemed him to be Greek. Standing next to him was a tall, statuesque blonde woman, whose dress seemed to be taped on. "See. I told you she was pretty." Said the Greek man. The blonde woman just giggled. She walked over to Dylan. "Hello, Dylan. It's nice to see that you're finally awake." "Who are you? Why am I here? What have you done to my friends?" "Calm down Dylan. Your friends are fine. All will be explained to you in due time. In the meantime, Gareth," she called out to the Greek man. "Gareth, untie her. She is to be our guest of honour tonight." She turned back to Dylan, as Gareth untied her. "We're having a little party, and you're invited." A question began forming in her mind, as Gareth stood up and announced; "Finished! Now lets get back downstairs to the party. I can tell everyone's just dying to meet you." Gareth grabbed her hand and pulled her up from her chair. The blonde woman smiled. "I'm Jacinta, by the way. And this is my house." As they walked her through winding corridors, she began to wonder. 'What's this all about? And didn't I hear three sets of footsteps? Where's the third person?" After five minutes of silently walking, Gareth piped up. "I can tell that you have a million questions. All will be explained to you eventually. Now I must warn you, at this party we have some shady characters, and plus, we don't want you running off on us, so we have organised a chaperone."
They stopped next to a steel door, with a number keypad next to it. Dylan adjusted her dress, and leaned forward to get a better look at the number Jacinta was punching in. She only caught the last 3 digits of the 5 digit code. 468. She silently reprimanded herself for not seeing the first two digits. She didn't have time to ponder the meaning of these numbers when the door slid open.
"This is your chaperone." Said Gareth, and Dylan looked up at the man standing in the doorway. Her sharp intake of breath spoke volumes to Jacinta, who chuckled. "I see you two have met."