Samantha: I'm sorry it took so long to update…SOMEONE –glares at Deana- Was taking her time in updating things.

Deana: I was being attacked by flying leeches!

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CHAPTER THREE: Who or What?

Sam sat up and immediately wished he hadn't.

"Ow, what the hell happened?" He peered around the room where he appeared to be, hand unconsciously racing to his blood covered side. He pulled his hand away and looked in disbelief at the sticky substance coating it.

"Oh! You're awake!" the voice was girly and childish. Sam jumped to his feet and stared around the cavernous room, immediately falling into an expert, defensive stance.

"Your Father trained you well," the voice chattered "even if you didn't want to learn."
"What are you? And where am I?" Sam's voice was loud in the enclosed space and he wondered if he was underground, it was certainly quite dark.

"What am I? Sammy I'm offended. I'm not a what, I'm a who. My name's Sarah, and I'm amazed you can't see me yet. I'm behind you." Sam spun. A small girl sat in the chair, dwarfed by its magnificence. Sam felt blood rush to his face, knowing he should have seen her earlier.

"Oh don't blame yourself Sammy." the girl smiled. It was almost as if she could read his thoughts...

"But I can!" the girl pouted, and Sam swallowed, this was not good, he was here, wherever here was, with no weapons and up against something that could anticipate his moves before he even really thought of them. Great.

"You're not here to fight me Sammy," the girl leaned closer, her pale face thrust right up against Sam's "I don't want to have to hurt you." the innocence in her voice was somewhat countered by the menace of this comment. Sam decided not to question it, for the moment.

"I really do wish you'd stop thinking of me as a thing Sammy, it really hurts my feelings." the voice was almost insultingly sad. Sam swallowed a sharp retort and glared up at the girl in the chair.

"Ok, if you're not going to hurt me, why am I here?" the girl giggled and clapped her hands in delight.

"Oh I didn't say that Sammy, I didn't say that at all."

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Samantha: Yeah, sorry about that, Deana was way out of it, and I have a thing for cliff-hanger ends...

Deana: It runs in the family...if you like cliff-hangers read My Fight Not Yours. Now, where's Mr Butterfly? -Skips off-

Samantha: I swear something is wrong with that girl -runs after-