Deana: Now, I am being nice, there really weren't a lot of reviews last time; do you want us to keep going?
Samantha: We really want to know that you're out there reading and what you think, it's really important to us -puppy dog eyes-
Deana: Yeah, that and we need a reason to take ages to update.
Samantha: Yeah, but you don't want to know that, we will keep going but from now on we really want to know what you think we did well, or not so well, we are here to improve our writing skills…
Deana: That and torture or readers into reviewing with the use of cliff-hangers.
Samantha: Yeah, I agree with that, and I'm the nice one, think how little hope there is for you readers…
Deana: That and…well…the moral to this tale is to review…or the cliff hangers get worse aaaaaaaaaand we wait longer to update.
Samantha: Much worse and much longer -delirious laughter, not staying up so well-
Deana: Evil laughter is great stress relief, I recommend you use if you don't review enough and we forget to add more on…
Chapter Five : The Hostage Theory of Science
Dean's PoV
Flashback
Year nine science is the most boring thing on earth! I mean let's think, in a hostage situation is the guy with a gun gonna point it at you and say, "If you can name Newton's three laws of motion and explain to me the theory of relativity I'll let you go."
What they should teach us is how to fight, how to kill demons and how to hustle pool. That's a valuable lesson, one I'd ace in too. But of course, with the intelligence levels of the education department you can't really blame the teachers for never teaching us anything worth while.
So, here we are, sat in science. I glance around the room, there's a two metre gap between me and everyone else, probably because I almost killed Drake Tahn last week when he punched my brother. Not that the lazy pig didn't deserve it. The people closest to me are three girls who I've been out with, Jackie Holman is right in front of me, my face stills goes red when I see her, or hear her name, or think of her.
A banging on the door tells me that the kids who aren't going on the junior camp are here to sit in with us for the lesson. Teachers are slack, half of them have spares now because most of the juniors are gone, but they seem to insist on crowding our classrooms with those who weren't allowed to go, or couldn't afford it.
I glance up praying Sam would be there, just so I'd have some company. I'd never tell anyone, but his presence is always soothing. For once my prayers are answered and look up to find Sam standing in the door with a young girl with dull red hair. The teacher lets them in, telling them to sit near the back, near the guy who's by himself.
I turn around, there's no guy by himself...oh, that's me. Whoops. Sam leads her over to me and sits beside me, grinning. I know he saw me turn around then, even if no one else did. He introduces his friend, Keira. She's on the anorexic side, and her eyes are a dull grey, no emotion. I don't like her.
"Four to a table..." the teacher announces, then seeing me, Sam and Keira he sighs, "Can someone join Dean and our guests please?"
Jackie pokes a girl in the back and whispers for her to come back here. Emily Holman, twin sister of Jackie. She has a mental disorder but she's still a lovely girl, slender and pretty. She smiles at Sam, they've been friends for a while, he and she first started hanging out when Jackie and I left them waiting outside school for an hour while we were pashing out back.
The experiment was boring...really boring, and at the end the teacher couldn't figure out if the gas taps were off or on. She calls herself a science teacher!
Sam sat there pretending to listen to what the teacher was saying, I didn't bother to pretend, she never calls on me, I'm a lost cause apparently, she's can't suffer the pain of trying to get me to understand something as boring as the laws of motion, they don't help me in any way possible.
I really only tuned in when I realised there was an odd smell, everyone was already starting to look pale, and I stood up and screamed. "Get out! The tap was on!" I don't think they needed to be told twice, I never spoke unless I really wanted or needed to, not in science. In history I started a debate about werewolf myths of the Anglo-Saxons, and won.
I hurtled out and just as I reached the door I turned back, checking the classroom was empty. A voice was calling out to me.
"Dean!" I scanned the room looking for the owner; Keira was standing beside an unconscious Sam. I raced back yelling to her to get out as I picked up the body, ignoring everything else and ran out of the door.
I never saw the body of a young girl waiting under the desk, begging for help. I was already getting delirious from the gas, I couldn't have helped even if I tried, and she was already gone.
A week later the teachers announced that Emily had gone to a special school, I saw her grave though; I saw it and never mentioned it.
"Emily," I whisper. "Where is Sam?" I ask calmly.
Sam's PoV
I call to him. Hoping he will hear me and come to my rescue, knowing he can't. I can hear him on the other side of the wall, his shouts echoing off the solid blocks I was pulled through. I'm not sure whether I'm glad he didn't leave or sad that he stayed, that he stood there coaxing my whereabouts out of Emily.
I flail my feet in helpless rage, determined not to have him rescue me this time. My activities have little effect but to make my arms ache even more with the burden of my weight.
My back grows cold, resting against the relentlessly cold stone. But I can no longer trust it to keep me safe. I shudder, recalling cold hands at my neck, drawing me back through solid stone, great, something else to have nightmares about. I remember the scene this morning in the car, so normal, for us.
I pull at the chains imprisoning my hands, feeling useless. I try to grab the cuffs as I realize I'm suspended a few feet from the floor. My grip fails me miserably and I drop to the floor, twisting my ankle and ripping the skin from the back of my hands in the process.
Exhausted and in pain I lean against the cool rock for a moment. It didn't feel that way when I came through it, it hurt. My cheek pressed to the wall I hear a murmuring, someone calling my name.
Oh god, not that waking dreams again. But no, the voice is real and familiar; I eagerly open my mouth to respond. A groan is all that emerges from my throat as the sudden movement makes me dizzy.
I know the voice now, its Dean, he calls my name again but I only reply with a silent plea, begging him to save himself, it has already tasted my blood, I wince at the memory. But maybe the lure of my bleeding hands will hold it back long enough for him to escape.
Suddenly there is no noise through the wall and I know Emily has faded from sight, instantly Dean calls to me, I try get to him, try to escape, but they only way out is how I got in, through the wall.
A heavy breathing behind me causes me to turn. The smiling face of Emily Holman grins back, her young fourteen year old face greeting me the way it used to.
"Em...don't do this, let us go." I cannot disguise the pleading in my voice, but I am not just pleading my release, I am pleading for Dean to get out while he can.
"Hello Sam." She whispered, moving closer, and then she giggled, pulling a hand from behind her back. I stare at the shiny metal the rests on her palm. The blade curves to a point almost unrealistically sharp.
"Good Bye Sammy." She giggles.
Dean's PoV
I hear a scream, a voice I know so well. I start running to my unknown destination. I hope I get there in time. I hope I'm not too late.
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Deana: Well, thanks guys, if you want to know what's happening you'll have to review, and if you don't…I'll be forced to pause for a long time before uploading chapters. I know the story; I don't need to write it quickly. Do you want to know the end?
Samantha: Hee hee, look at the pretty flying leeches -pointing at thin air-
Deana: I like to think she's in a better place…I can dream…right? Now review! Please?
Samantha: pretty, pretty leeches
Deana: Uh…excuse me please…Sammy, come back here! Sammy! We don't touch poisonous plants…no don't eat THAT! - Long pause- Well, now that's over, review… -holding Sam's arm to stop her escaping-