i don't know i think this chapter sucks. it seems unrealistic somehow...but i guess that's all right for fanfiction...

thanks to Dragon Fan. i hope i used the information in the right way...

anyway, enjoy...

Chapter 3

One week later, Valon was on his way to where he didn't know. All he knew was that he was on a boat heading somewhere and there were other kids aborad.

"Where are we going exactly?" he had asked someone who looked like a worker.

He just grunted and walked away. Valon didn't bother asking again. He knew he wouldn't get an answer.

He and the ohter kids had full run of the ship. They had their own little space on the bottom deck with comfy couches and at least 5 Tvs with game systems of whichever. They also had a fuseball table and air hockey. Which meant they were probably going somewhere and they weren't coming back. At least alive.

Valon's been around these kinds of people before. They get your hopes up and then they drop you on your ass. That's what his stepfather did after his mother died in the fire... He thought he was insane when he told him he saw people start the fire. He thought he was even more insane when he went after them. But Valon knew he could deal with that...

It was the fact he had killed them that drove him to drop him off at that hellhole with It.

He remembered his stepfather telling him they were going to an amusement park. Valon had thought this was strange considering just the day before he said he killed 3 men and that he took care of the bodies so no one would discover them and his mother was avenged. Not to mention he had said all this as if it was no big deal. But that was back when he was trusting and had agreed willingly.

So, now he was here and not making himself to cozy like the rest of them. He knew it wouldn't last.

So he stood in a corner keeping to himself and looking at his deck. His mother had taught him to play. He hadn't really payed close attention, just enough to get through the game and perhaps win. He never did win.

Now, looking at the cards in his hand, he had a feeling he was going to need to know how to play. His life may depend on it.

He could also feel power in the deck. Unspeakable power. Dark power.

And it felt good.

"All boys! Please report to the top deck!" a loud voice said over the speaker.

Valon looked at the deck one last time and stuffed it in his pocket before walking up the stairs with the grunting, complaining boys.

well? it sucks no?