A/N: I probably should wait longer before uploading, for suspense reasons and such, but this (and the next) are my favorite chapters of the story so.. here. Thanks to everyone who's read, reviewed, favorited, and followed, it means so much ^.^ i wove you all

Chapter Eight [Part Two] (CARRIE'S POV)

I rolled my eyes as I saw Dan sprint down the hall in his red coat, going to find the cheif. Phil was at my side, towering over my short frame. Before Dan had run off, the two of them had shared a quick kiss, which confused me. Were they a couple? They must be.
"So." I whispered, breaking the silence. "You and Dan?"
"Yep." He said back, equally as quiet, keeping his glance in front of him.
"When did that happen?"
"About a week ago."
"Oh ok. I'm sorry, by the way. For chasing you, that one time. And for the hit Louis gave you."
He glanced down at me and smiled. He was very attractive, his electric blue eyes and dark ebony hair. "It's fine. I understand, me being a Hious and all."
"Why weren't you wearing your coat when that happened?"
"I took it off when I saw Dan, so he'd trust me." He said nonchanlantly.
"Does Dan really trust you?" I blurted out, but instantly regretted when I saw the hurt expression show in his pale face. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to be offensive. I just mean, do you guys-" I didn't know how to finish, but he finished for me. "Love eachother?"
I nodded at his correct guess of words.
"We do." He continued. "We spend nights under the stars together, and tell stories. It's really nice." He paused, then said quietly, "I know about your kiss."
I looked down at the floor. "I'm really sorry I-"
He cut me off. "Don't be, it's fine." A smirk split across his face. "I know how hard it is to resist the urge to make out with him."
I chuckled. I liked Phil, and I was happy for the both of them. I opened my mouth to continue the conversation, but Phil slipped his hand over it. He jumped back into the shadows, his eyes dancing with fear. He removed his hand, placing a finger to his lips, silently telling me to be quiet. I heard what he had been motioning about. Heavy footsteps were echoing down the corridors. Coming closer. I felt my waist, expecting to find a weapon, which I was lacking in. The footsteps dispersed. I heard a gasp shatter the silence. Swinging around, I saw Phil was missing.
"Carrie run!" His voice shouted at me from somewhere in the blackness I was consumed in. Instantly I started running down the hall. I, obviously, didn't know this place well, so I kept tripping over various objects, the darkness not helping. I didn't stop until I bumped into something, making me topple over. I had fallen right onto a bewildered guard who looked down at me, quickly grabbing my shoulders. He put a tight and painful grip on both of my arms, seeing I was an Atova. I stood there for a few seconds before forcefully yanking myself away fom him. My foot landed on his chest, sending him to the ground. Without a second glance, I continued running. I didn't know where to, but I needed to save Phil. I heard some bells ringing and guessed that was some sort of warning that I was free. I cursed myself for not being smart enough to take the guard's red coat when I had the chance. It would have been the perfect disguise. Too late now. The floor started to shake slightly and I saw what seemed to be ten or thirteen red suited men thundering down the corridor towards me. I bolted in the opposite direction, assuming I was much faster than all of them. I was, except for one. One small guard caught up and tackled me, sending us both faceplanting to the ground. He was quick pulling me up, and I was too out-of-breath to fight back. I assumed he would take me to Phil, and we could escape together. This guard walked me down the hall, throwing me onto the ground when we were confronted by the tall and masculine man. Chris. Phil and the cheif were beside him, Phil wearing a heavy bruise on his forhead, a rope binding his wrists, and a hard grip on his arm of the cheif's hand. He had a defeated look in his blue eyes. Chris pulled me up off the floor by my waist, throwing me over his shoulder like a sack.
"Trying to cause some trouble?" The cheif spat at me.
We went down a few corridors, arriving at a long white hall. Entering it, I was thrown into a chair, and tied down. I kicked Chris, receiving a sharp slap on my cheek for doing so. Phil was on the floor, hovering over a shape in the darkness. No one was holding him down, yet he didn't run. He just kept his gaze on the shape, whispering something. I heard a faint 'please' and 'wake up' coming from his tight lips. Looking closer, I realized the strange black shadow was Dan. He appeared to be dead, or unconscious. Hopefully he was still breathing.
"Dan." Phil whimpered. His hands were cupped around Dan's cheeks, silent tears falling down his face. "Please." His voice cracked, making my heart ache.
Phil was yanked away from Dan's body and tied down onto the chair opposite me. He didn't fight back, just kept starring at Dan's limp body. My glance fell on Dan too, noticing his chest floating up and down slightly. I hoped it wasn't my imagination that Dan was breathing. With another look over to Phil's tear stained face, the dim lights went out.