Matt, Jess, Abby and Connor (HA, bet you didn't see that one coming!) "But!" exclaimed Becker almost crying for this insanity was hurting his brain. When they had stumped in, they just stood on the spot, their eyes were blank. They were staring straight at Becker and Becker couldn't move. "You're dreaming" said Jess calmingly, he voice sound suspiciously like an angels, "when you wake you will be back in the ARC".

"NO!" shouted Becker for he knew the creditability of this statement. He slapped himself, wishing for it to be a nightmare- it wasn't. Becker burst in fits of tears, and then stopped, he was stronger than that. "ARGHHH" screamed Becker trying to get most of his insane anger out of him. 'Calm down Becker' he thought to himself, his breathing was heavy and his face was covered in sweat. "That is it!" he said, not meaning to say it out loud. He got up and ran out of the small door, he was half way down a dark corridor when something massive hit him, how could he run because a couple of minutes ago he had, had rope tying his hands and legs together. Suddenly another massive thing hit him- literally! Somebody swung a massive stick at his face, all Becker heard before he blacked out was a woman screaming.

Becker woke up soon after, "how long have I been out" he asked rubbing his eyes, he wasn't sure if he should have asked that until someone answered him.

"Only a couple of minutes, Em and I knew you would wake up soon"

"Emily's here?" he asked wanting more than anything to see a friendly face, he opened his eyes and was confronted by two. Danny and Emily were both crouched over him. "You are real?" asked Becker, just making sure. Danny and Emily's faces spread into confused grimes' and they looked at each other with such a comical air that their company laughed slightly. Becker leaned up, so he was propped up by his lower arms and look at the young girl standing slightly behind the three of them.

The girl looked about thirteen or fourteen; she had long ginger hair but in the dim light of the corridor it could be mistaken for brown, her eyes were black with the reminiscence of once heavy makeup, her figure was tall and slim- perfectly outlined by the long tight mud smeared white top she was wearing and her face was ghostly white apart from the scattered mud and blood smudges and gleaming scars.

Becker continued staring at his new companion, "Who is she?" he eventually blurted out.

"Well she's…"

Wow I love my cliff-hangers- but do you? That is the big question I have to ask!

Also if you haven't noticed I have been using a lot more vocabulary, have you noticed and is it good?

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