Chapter 14

A/N: I am REALLY sorry for the delay on this chapter. But school has become a major pain and I don't have that much time to write whenever I want to. But I found some time today lol. So I decided I would try to write a chapter to at least keep you interested. Also, I would like at least 8 reviews for this chapter...I am thinking that if I don't get that many then I will discontinue this story. Sorry, but I am not going to write it if no one is reading it. Well enough of me babbling here's the chapter.

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Morning had approached the camp. Without them even realizing it. Lizzie had fallen asleep in Gordo's arms the night before, not even thinking about her best friend being with a guy who could pass as a psychopath. And now it was bright and early, they had to get dressed and ready if they were going to try and find a way out of there and if they were going to find Miranda.

They both thought it wise to skip a shower this morning.

Lizzie walked over to her dresser that the camp had oh so graciously provided. She took out a low cut yellow V-neck shirt, along with a pair of faded hip huggers. After she had fully dressed she began to take out the rest of her clothes that were in the dresser. She decided that she had better start packing now if she was going to try and get out of there today.

Gordo was a lot quicker at picking out his clothing. In fact he wasn't even going to change out of what he was wearing the night before, but Lizzie wouldn't have it and she made him change into a Maroon hoodie with jeans.

After there fashion arrangements were made. They cautiously walked out of their cabin in search of Miranda.

They walked for maybe five minutes and came upon the Mexican girl sitting on the camp swing with Luke.

At first they were hesitant about going up to them, they had no idea what might have occurred the night before and they weren't sure on how to classify Luke at this moment in time. Was he their enemy? Or was he their friend? Before they even came to a conclusion Miranda glimpsed back at them and waved them over.

So Gordo reached for Lizzie's hand and they began walking.

When they reached Miranda and Luke. It was quiet. So Lizzie decided to be the one to strike up the conversation.

"So...what's going on with you two?"

Miranda looked up into Lizzie's eyes. Lizzie could tell that her friend had been recently crying.

Miranda sniffled. Then finally she spoke.

"We're...we're okay. He told me...about...everything. I understand now."

Lizzie and Gordo were really confused. What in the world was she talking about?

"Huh? What's going on?"

Finally Luke took his turn to speak.

"I-...I knew about this. About everything."

Gordo looked down at Luke.

"Wait...you knew...about the murders?! And you didn't tell anyone?!"

"No, you don't understand. It was all just supposed to be a game. A simple game. That was before everything got out of hand. The murders became real. It all became real."

Lizzie was confused...

"What do you mean game? What were we lab rat's to you?!"

Luke replied solemnly...

"In so many word's...yes. You were an experiment that went out of hand. After I found out that the murders weren't fake, I tried to stop it, but I was too late. I couldn't do anything."

Gordo decided to say something.

"Wait...what was this experiment about anyway?"

"We were testing how murders affected teenagers our age."

"Wait, who's we?"

"Us, well the camp. Camp Jordan. See no one was supposed to find out. It was supposed to just be a secret. You were to come here, get the fake murders over with, and leave. But this time...it was real. This time it wasn't just an experiment, people really died."

Suddenly Lizzie realized why Miranda was in tears. She was in fear, and shock.

Then Lizzie realized something even bigger.

"Wait, we got forms to come here from our school...they knew about this?!"

"No..."

"Well then how-..."

"We lie. We make up forms that say they are from your school, and then send them in the mail. We pick certain student's from a school...and then send them here. Fortunately, you and your friends were some of those student's."

"Oh yes, how fortunate."

"...I really shouldn't be telling you this...in fact I could probably be killed myself for saying anything...but I'm just as scared as you all are, and I really don't know what to do. We need to get out of here."

"Tell me about it."

END CHAP.

A/N: Please R&R it will decided whether I post more to this story. Thanks.