Clive woke to find himself in his own bedroom. He had no idea of how he ended up there. He looked to the side of him and saw that the massive window, that filled the one side of his room, showed the night sky. Clive then immediately thought of Luke and went to get out of bed, but moving an arm was too much effort for him. Clive groaned as he tried to rollover.

'I wouldn't do that if I were you.'

Clive looked up and was quite surprised to see that layton had crept into his room. He just glared at him, but did take his advice and rolled back over to comfort. Layton curled his lip.

'You've lost quite a lot of blood. We tried to repair you, but you will need to rest for a couple of days.'

Clive looked down at himself and noticed how pale he was. Layton started to glide towards the door. Clive called out to him. Desperation filled his voice.

'Layton wait! How's Luke?'

Layton looked at the boy. A glint of evil sparkled in his eye. He walked over to Clive and handed him a drink.

'Clive my son, drink this. You will see Luke in the morning.'

Clive took his advice again, seeing as he was in pain and didn't want to end up in the basement again. As soon as Clive took a sip, he passed out. The cup he was holding fell and smashed on to the floor. Its contents had stained the bed that Clive was occupying. Layton laughed darkly and fled the room.

A group of emmy's resistance met up outside of a warehouse. They had disguised themselves as Layton's trolls. There were only ten of them, so they could easily pass off as trolls guarding the place. The group knew which unit they had to go in to, and they were right by it.

They ran to the side entrance and brought out some tools. One of them tried to pick the lock and found their surprise that the door was open. Each person slowly and carefully went in to the warehouse.

Inside the place was dark and eery. The group got out their touches and lit them. Immediately all of their beams fell on to a chair in the middle of the room.

The chair had its back to the group and it looked like whoever was occupying the chair, had passed out.

The group slowly created towards the chair. None of them took in their surroundings.

As soon as they got to the chair, they found that it was a manikin there.

The door they entered in through suddenly threw itself shut. The resistance realised that this had all been a trick.

Ticking noses whispered from different places of the room. The group fanned out to investigate. The one person had found the source of the ticking but before thy could warn the others, their throat had been slashed.

The rest of the resistance heard someone fall to the floor. The closest team mate went to the person and found that their fallen comrade was now dripping from their blood. They screamed. The rest group was now panicked and jumped in fear when the warehouse's lights turned on.

A group of trolls dressed in robes stepped out from various places around the room. The troll that was closest to the body was twirling a knife in it fingers. The group could not see its face, for the hood of its robe covered it. The rest of the trolls gathered around the resistance, to block anyway of escape, but the group was rooted to the ground in fear. Each of them had their eyes on the long knife being twirled in the leaders hand.

The knife was long and light reflecting off it told them of how sharp it was. Fresh blood ran down the side of it. It oozed over dried blood that was previously there.

'This knife hasn't ever been cleaned. Still hold the memories of those who died at the market place. The only memory's left.' The leader spat at the floor in a disrespecting way. He then smirked at the nine members of resistance left. 'We are the group known as the black ravens,' the leader gestured to the trolls around him. 'And I their leader crow. Now you will come with me to my master or you will be like the worthless soul that I just killed.'

The group were regaining their senses. They looked towards each other and silently came to an agreement. Hey decided that death was better.

The resistance lunged out at the trolls who were known as the black ravens. Crow took a step backwards and let his group do all the fighting.

He looked down at the knife that he was still twirling. Crow sighed as he remembered the day at the marketplace. It was only a few days ago, and he had killed many people before that day, but that day had stuck in his head. Usually he forgets about who he had killed after a drink or two, but no matter how much he had drunk in the past couple of days, he can't seem to forget what happened. It was not the killing that he was remembering, it was the reaction afterwards.

Crow shook his head, trying to forget his thoughts.

He looked at his fellow ravens and saw that they were holding five of the resistance. They were struggling quite a bit. Crow slowly walked up to them.

'You quite done yet? I would like to go home now.'

One on the resistance that was in the middle called out to crow.

'Don't you see boy? This isn't a game. Layton is trying to control you in a bad way. Children like you-'

Crow slashed as his throat. Blood spurted from the cut. It drenched the front of crows robes. The troll let go of the body and it fell lifelessly to the ground. Crow was fuming. The knife was poised at the end of his fingertips ready to lash out again.

'I am not a child. Now if any of you have any objections, tell it to my knife. If not let's go. Ravens!'

Crow turned around and snapped his fingers. The black ravens dragged out the surviving resistance and made their way towards Layton's manor. They left the body's there.

Emmy woke in the morning to find descole sitting at her desk. She immediately got the attention of some of the resistance to call for the tritons. In the time waiting for them she decided to start their conversation.

'Descole, let's skip pleasantries. I've called for the tritons so you can explain the experiment, but before that I would like you to know that I sent a group of ten last night to the first destination on this letter you stole from Hershel's desk.'

Descole raised an eyebrow.

'Only ten?'

'Yes I'm not too sure if this was a trick or not. We haven't heard anything back from them, so before I came to my office I send another ten to go down and see if they can find the original group.'

'Sounds like you had no faith in them.'

The door to the office opened. Brenda and Clark triton stepped in.

'We left flora sleeping. You really do start early an end late down here!'

'We need to if we want to stay alert.'

The tritons then turned to descole expectantly.

'How's our boy and the experiment they have done on him. Please tell us that he will be alright!'

'The experiment is over now and I will know the effects of the experiment soon, so I will be gone for a few days to find out the full extent of what has been done.'

Brenda looked shocked.

'Is that all you can tell us? Is there not more? We need to know more.'

Tears fell from her eyes as she was screaming at the man. Clark grabbed her and pulled he outside of the room.

'She'll go back to flora. She was upset over the lack of information, but I am grateful for it.'

Descole just snorted.

'Your just as upset as she is but you don't want to lower yourself to her low standards.'

'Are you saying that my wife has low standards? How dare you! I should not hear something like that from someone who clearly knows nothing, but only tells scraps of information that everyone knows, but just don't tell themselves it!'

'Are you questioning my information? If not for me you would not know about the experiment on your son. But as you wish, I won't tell you anything else about what is happening to the boy. I would also like to add that it is nice to know that you care for Clive, seeing that you never asked about him.'

Clark opened his mouth to retaliate again, but Emmy stood up and yelled at the men.

'YOU ARE GROWN MEN. AT TIMES LIKE THESE WE SHOULD NOT TURN AGAINST EACH OTHER. CLARK, BE GRATEFUL FOR THE INFORMATION THAT WE DO HAVE. DESCOLE, YOU WILL KEEP ON FINDING OUT ABOUT THE EXPERIMENT.'

Emmy sat down and tried to calm herself.

'Now, the information that descole had is useful, because now we can keep a close eye on the layton manor now to see how Luke is now. We already know that Clive is harder to keep an eye on, because layton has already got people in place to always watch him. Which means people watching him will most likely see us if we watch him. Descole I'm sure you will find some information on him. Now I suggest that this meeting is over.'

Clark stood up an left the office. He was still in a bad mood from what descole had said. When he opened the door, a member came inside. They looked quite pale.

'Miss Emmy mam, the group have come back from the warehouses. We found six body's there. The other four from the group must have been taken.'

The member left the room. Emmy signed and put her head into her hands.

'You alright?'

'Descole, don't cause trouble. I need you and getting enemy's in the resistance would not be a good idea. Hershel must have known that we would have been there. We can't use the other places on the letter.'

Emmy stood up and left. Descole thought for a few moments, but then got up and followed Emmy.

haya!

If you were wondering, the marketplace inncodent that is mentioned in this chapter is the one from ch2!

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