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Isolated
Ch. 6
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At first, she didn't notice. She was too wrapped up in the whirlwind of pain and screaming. But someone seemed to have taken pity on her and her plight, as she was now being carried up the torturous stairs. The steps that had mocked her before were a problem no longer. Puffy, violet eyes met the warm, albeit sorrowful turquoise gaze of a red-haired young woman who was somehow managing to carry all of Sam's dead weight all the way up to the next floor. Once on the second floor, the woman walked over to the middle door of the three and opened it carefully, shifting Sam so that she wouldn't drop her.
Beyond the door was a dingy combination living room and kitchen. There was a man with blond hair unconscious on the floor in the middle of the room with broken beer bottles scattered everywhere around him. To the right of him, there was another door. That was where the red-haired woman set her down, right in front of that door.
"I can't go any farther." Sam heard her speak softly in her ear, "You have to go through the door on your own. I know you can do it. Someone needs you."
And then the mysterious woman disappeared from her sight, the faint sounds of shoes tapping the ground floating through the air as she walked away. Sam stared at the cracked, yellow ceiling with her back to the floor. Slowly, she turned her head towards the nearby door, which was slightly ajar. She could only she the darkness through it, but she could hear the sound of ragged breathing, although just barely. She could still feel the silent panic in her head and the desperate pull in her mind. Sam was almost overloaded by the amount of stress she had been through in the past few hours… She could see the blackness encroaching upon her the edges of her vision. She weakly placed a hand against the battered wood and pushed against it.
Dazedly she thought, 'I'm finally going to see what's behind the curtain…'
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The boy sat in front of the computer, like he had been doing for too long…at least in his mind. He was watching the writhing figure on the floor. Not only was it boring…but it was almost too painful to watch. He just wanted to shut down the screen so he wouldn't have to look at the thing suffer any more. He just wanted this whole thing to be over with.
Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen.
Something else appeared on the screen. A black-haired violet eyed teenaged girl. To be more specific, Sam Manson…the one person out of the whole population of the world that could screw this thing up. The one girl that shouldn't be there. The other half of the equation.
This was worse than bad…it was catastrophic.
For the whole of five seconds, he was frozen, too horrified to move. After those five seconds, he dashed out of that lab like his life depended on it. Because it did. He rushed out of the door and up three flights of stairs. It was a good thing that the lab was located underneath the building…He nearly broke the door off its hinges in his haste to go through the doorway. He was disgusted to see the blond haired guy on the floor.
"Well, I guess the alcohol didn't agree with you, did it Dash?"
With distain, he made sure to step on him as he crossed the room to reach the other door. Dash had made his life miserable ever since they first laid eyes on each other. He couldn't see anything past the doorway, even though the door was wide open. The dark was thick and oppressive. He ran through the doorway.
"STOP!" He shouted at Sam.
But he was too late.
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Sam could only just barely see the outline of the boy as he struggled with his pain. When his eyes opened to reveal the glowing neon green orbs, she didn't even bat an eyelid. She was hurting and tired, and so was he. She painstakingly started to crawl towards the boy where he lay on the floor all the way on the other side of the room. She ignored the little voices of rationality, the ones that told her she was insane, that she shouldn't be doing this…and that none of this should be happening anyway. She paid attention to none of it. She just paid attention to him. Because he needed her, somehow.
She also ignored the call of "STOP!" Sam didn't even turn her head. She was so close…She reached out a hand, grasping the pale wrist of the teenaged boy. The writhing stopped, and a calm sigh came past his lips.
And they both fell to oblivion as they fell through the floor.
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"Did you think that was funny, Tucker?"
With dread, the boy turned around to face the now conscious Dash.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He protested, almost stuttering.
"Don't pretend that you weren't the one that knock me out with my beer bottles." Dash's voice was deadly.
"B-but, I really didn't!"
Tucker took a step back as the blond behemoth took a step forward. Dash punched him in the face, slamming the poor, scrawny Tucker backwards into the wall. His beret fell off, and it was stepped on by Dash. His brawny arm latched onto Tucker's neck and squeezed, cutting off the flow of air to his lungs.
"You're going to pay, Foley."
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The beady eyed man strutted up to the high backed chair in front of the supercomputer. He actually looked…happy, for once in his life. That soon changed when he spun the chair around to face him. The chair was empty, without Tucker in it. With alarm, the man looked up at the screen only to find that Phantom was no longer there.
Now he was infuriated.
This boded well for no one. Especially Tucker.
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