Okay, little note before you read. First, thank you soooo much for your reviews! They are so encouraging, keep 'em coming! Also, this is supposed to be like 1/3 of a chapter, and I'm going to post the second part to it soon. I just am really busy this week and I wanted to at least write something. Sorry that it's not much. -Lindsey

Battle of Love

Chapter 4

ADAM

Everything happened so fast. One minute, Clare, Eli, and I were joking around and waiting for our first victims in a small hole in the wall. The next, I hear a familiar laugh echoing right outside of our hiding spot. I jumped out, and shot blindly at the noise. Clare and Eli followed me out, each shooting at different opponents. My target fell down quickly, and-

Wait, why did she fall down?

I looked down at the girl I'd just hit. Just my luck I thought. Sprawled out on the cold stone floor was the beautiful goddess, Fiona Coyne. I knelt down at her side, and picked up her hand. It was warm. Faintly, I could hear Eli bellowing something out, but my attention was rather undivided.

"Oh my god, Fiona! Are you okay?" I asked. She didn't answer so I pressed my thumb against her neck, checking for a pulse. There was nothing. My stomach dropped.

"Clare! Its Fiona, she doesn't have a pulse! I don't know what happened!"

"Same thing with Imogen over here, Adam. We need to get help, like right now. Do you know CPR?" she asked hurriedly.

"No! Do you?"

"No. Oh crap, oh crap," she breathed. "Um I'll stay with them, you go get some help. Hurry!"

My head was spinning as I ran out of the catacomb. Calm down, Adam. I thought to myself. I pulled my phone out of my pocket with shaky fingers, intending to call 911. When I unlocked the keypad, however, something strange caught my eye. It was a text message from an unidentified number. I was about to click it shut, but my finger slipped and opened the message anyways. It read:

Message from: UNKNOWN 8:11 pm

Hey tranny freak, I can see that you're in a bit of a jamb. I'm feeling generous, and want to help you out. Unless you want to end up like precious little Fiona Coyne, come to the main cavern with the crate. Await further instructions.

Oh my God I thought as I perused the text. Only one person has ever called me that stupid name; Mark Fitzgerald. How did he know what happened to Fiona? It was a few minutes ago, for crying out loud! Was he spying on me? Should I do what he asked?

I decided that none of it mattered at the moment, I just needed to get help. I dialed 911, and put the phone to my ear. There was no ringing, no operator asking what the problem was. I glanced at the screen and sure enough, it said NO SERVICE.

"UGH!" I yelled, dropping the phone in frustration. I couldn't even call the goddamn police!

"A little angry, are we?"

I spun around, trying to locate the source of the familiar voice. There was no one in sight.

"Where are you, Fitz?" I screamed.

"Everywhere, tranny freak. I'm everywhere. Are you going to follow my instructions or what?"

"Is this some kind of a sick joke Fitz? 'Cause if it is, fine you got me! I surrender." I started making my way towards the cavern.

"Well that was easier than I thought..." he trailed off. I heard scuffling behind me.

An arm snaked around my neck, and before I could utter a syllable, my face was covered in a thin sheet. It smelled funny. It smelled...so funny... so...

And that's when everything went black.

to be continued... :)