Alex grabbed the girl's hand. "Alice! Stop scratching!" He hissed.
She just looked at him. Her sad, blue eyes seemed to be dull and lifeless. Her skin was even more pale than he had ever seen it. The rash was now all over her body. She couldn't eat or sleep.
"Where are we going?" She asked. Her voice sounded weak.
"I'm taking you to a doctor, he can help you...'
She just nodded and closed her eyes. He wasn't sure if she understood. After a while she started mumbling something he couldn't quite understand. Then she suddenly cried: "Alex! He's coming!" There was a flash of light and everything went black.
He woke up and found Alice lying not far away from him. He dragged himself over to her and tried to shake her awake. He felt a sharp pain in his leg. He reached down and felt a broken piece of glass sticking out of his leg. He pulled his hand away and saw it was covered with blood. He wrapped his arms around Alice; his leg was throbbing with pain. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something move. He felt weak, then everything went dark again.
Alex woke up again and found himself staring up into a pair of massive, orange eyes. He almost screamed before the creature quickly jumped off his chest. There were thousands of them all around him, all whistling and chirping at each other. Some of them scuttled over to Alice, who was lying on the floor next to him. The colour had gone back into her cheeks and the rash had disappeared. He slowly got up; the little creatures jumped around excitedly and started chirping constantly. He looked down at his wounded leg and found it had been bandaged carefully. He found the shard of glass on the floor and quickly slipped it into his pocket.
He looked around at his surroundings. He seemed to be in a prison of some sort. On the roof there was some kind of trap door. He was trapped in a hole underground. He limped over to the wall, leaned on it and closed his eyes. He heard the sound of a horse whinny. He peeped through a crack in the wall and saw the silhouette of a horse shake its long mane. The horse obviously was trapped in a little prison also. He pressed his back to the wall and carefully slid down until he was on the floor.
The horse whinnied again.
"You're a prisoner too?" said a voice.
"Wah? You can talk?" said Alex.
The horse gave another whinny. "I can. I am no normal horse."
Alex turned to the wall and found another crack where he could see this talking horse. "Do you know anyway to get us out of here?" he asked.
"Hmmm...I am afraid I cannot help you..." the horse said sadly as it shook its head.
Alex sighed. Then he realized something. "The glass!" he said aloud.
"Hmm?" said the horse.
"Maybe we can use this piece of glass I found to get out."
The hose nodded in agreement. "A good idea."
Alex started to scrape between the bricks of the wall with the piece of glass.
She just looked at him. Her sad, blue eyes seemed to be dull and lifeless. Her skin was even more pale than he had ever seen it. The rash was now all over her body. She couldn't eat or sleep.
"Where are we going?" She asked. Her voice sounded weak.
"I'm taking you to a doctor, he can help you...'
She just nodded and closed her eyes. He wasn't sure if she understood. After a while she started mumbling something he couldn't quite understand. Then she suddenly cried: "Alex! He's coming!" There was a flash of light and everything went black.
He woke up and found Alice lying not far away from him. He dragged himself over to her and tried to shake her awake. He felt a sharp pain in his leg. He reached down and felt a broken piece of glass sticking out of his leg. He pulled his hand away and saw it was covered with blood. He wrapped his arms around Alice; his leg was throbbing with pain. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something move. He felt weak, then everything went dark again.
Alex woke up again and found himself staring up into a pair of massive, orange eyes. He almost screamed before the creature quickly jumped off his chest. There were thousands of them all around him, all whistling and chirping at each other. Some of them scuttled over to Alice, who was lying on the floor next to him. The colour had gone back into her cheeks and the rash had disappeared. He slowly got up; the little creatures jumped around excitedly and started chirping constantly. He looked down at his wounded leg and found it had been bandaged carefully. He found the shard of glass on the floor and quickly slipped it into his pocket.
He looked around at his surroundings. He seemed to be in a prison of some sort. On the roof there was some kind of trap door. He was trapped in a hole underground. He limped over to the wall, leaned on it and closed his eyes. He heard the sound of a horse whinny. He peeped through a crack in the wall and saw the silhouette of a horse shake its long mane. The horse obviously was trapped in a little prison also. He pressed his back to the wall and carefully slid down until he was on the floor.
The horse whinnied again.
"You're a prisoner too?" said a voice.
"Wah? You can talk?" said Alex.
The horse gave another whinny. "I can. I am no normal horse."
Alex turned to the wall and found another crack where he could see this talking horse. "Do you know anyway to get us out of here?" he asked.
"Hmmm...I am afraid I cannot help you..." the horse said sadly as it shook its head.
Alex sighed. Then he realized something. "The glass!" he said aloud.
"Hmm?" said the horse.
"Maybe we can use this piece of glass I found to get out."
The hose nodded in agreement. "A good idea."
Alex started to scrape between the bricks of the wall with the piece of glass.