It's only the first chapter and already I have unanswered questions. Lets see...
1) Does the Thing figure in your story sound like the one in the first film?
Yes, it's the same toy.
2)Do the kids have powers of their own?
We'll just have to wait and see, eh? (That's author talk for "I have no idea, I'm wingin' it")

Chapter Two
The Man

Reed awoke with a slight start, instinct telling him he wasn't where he was supposed to be. A hand went up to cover his eyes, white lights bouncing upon white walls. He gave a small scowl, annoyance creeping up on him.

He was no longer in what he assumed was the examination room, now in a small room, plain and pristine, housing only the bed he sat upon. A mirror ran along the length of one wall, but he doubted it was for decorative purposes.

Most likely it was a two-way mirror, his captors situated on the other side, observing. Well he certainly wouldn't make it easy for them. He sat on the bed, his back against the wall, subtly searching the walls for signs of a door.

He could find none, seeing only a smooth surface of white, a color he was slowly beginning to hate. He was definitely painting his house when he got out of here. Wherever here was.

He was shaken from his thoughts when a piece of the wall slid into itself, revealing a doorway leading into a, unsurprisingly, white hallway. Funny, he looked over that wall at least a dozen times.

A couple seconds later, a man entered. A rather familiar man. It was the same man from the last time Reed awoke, still clad in his white lab coat, the clipboard firmly held in his hands. The man pushed his glasses up his nose, flipping up the top page of his files, making small noises as he read.

"Dr. Richards. It's a pleasure to see you again."

"Wish I could say the same."

"No need for hostility, Dr. Richards. No one here wishes you harm."

"Kind of hard to believe the man who is seemingly responsible for my abduction."

"We did what was necessary."

"We? Who's we? What do you want from me? Who are you?"

"My name is of no importance at this time. What is important is you, Reed."

"What are you talking about?"

"I need your help, Dr. Richards. My people need you help."

"Your people? I don't understand--"

"Everything will be explained in due time. Right now though, I simply need to run a few more tests just to be sure."

"Sure of what?"

"Soon, Dr. Richards. Soon"

And with a quick prick of a needle, Reed once again succumbed to darkness.

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"You're paying for that, you know."

Johnny looked from the burnt pillow in his hands, to his sister, leaning in the doorway with her arms folded across her chest. Fidgeting slightly, he cast a look down to his nephew, standing beside him. A short shake of the head and a couple steps back told him his nephew was going to be no help. Crap.

"Uh, Susie, there's a perfectly good explanation for this."

"I'd love to hear it."

"Ah, you see, it all started when, uh, the squirrel, yeah the squirrel! There was a squirrel and it, uh, you see--Josh, buddy, you wanna help me out?"

"Me and Uncle John were watching a movie and we opened the window 'cuz it got hot and a squirrel came inside. It must have been rabid or something because it was going crazy and started running everywhere. It jumped at us and Uncle John panicked and tried to fry it and he got the pillow instead."

Susan shook her head clearly not believeing them. "Try again."

"But that's what happened."

"The TV's off."

Johnny looked behind him, seeing she was right. He could've sworn it was on. Double crap. He shrugged slightly, grasping the pillow tighter in both hands. "Like he said, the thing was going crazy. It managed to unplug the wires before it came at us."

"And where is this squirrel now?"

"It ran back outside?"

"Right. Johnny, stop teaching my kid to lie to me." She pushed off the doorway, heading towards the kitchen, calling over her shoulder. "I expect my new pillow by Tuesday."

"But that's tomorrow!" Johnny sighed and turned towards his nephew. "This is your fault, you know."

"What?"

"A squirrel, dude?!"

His nephew shrugged. "I saw something like that on TV this morning. It was all I could think of."

"Yeah, but a squirrel?!"

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"A squirrel?"

Johnny walked into the kitchen, where Susan was preparing a stew for dinner. "Oh, give the kid a break. It was a good story. I would've bought it." Nicking a carrot, he hopped atop the counter,

"I swear he gets more like Reed everyday."

"Where is he by the way? I haven't seen him all day."

"I'm not sure. He was already gone when I got up."

"He didn't leave a note or anything?"

"No."

"Huh. Well that's weird."

"Yeah, he--" The phone rang, interrupting her. "Maybe that's him."

"Hello, Richards residence."

Johnny snickered and Susan threw him an exasperated look, mouthing for him to grow up.

"Good evening, may I please speak to a Mrs. Susan Richards please?"

"This is she."

"My name is Lt. Johnson; I'm with the New York Police Department."

"Is everything alright?"

"Mrs. Richards, we discovered a green SUV registered to your husband earlier this evening abandoned behind a local supermarket. There is some evidence pointing towards foul play. Have you heard from him lately?"

"N-no. He was gone early this morning. I figured he went to work early. Is-is he alright? Do you know anything?"

"I'm sorry, no. Mrs. Richards, when we found the car, there was no evidence telling us where he could be. Does your husband have any enemies that you know of? Anybody who could have a grudge against him at this time? An angry co-worker perhaps?"

"Not that I know of."

"If you think of any information that could be helpful or anybody who could possibly wish your husband harm, don't hesitate to call." There was a sigh at the other end of the line and a slight pause before the man spoke again. "I really am sorry, Mrs. Richards."

"Thank you." With shaking hands, Susan hung up the phone, sliding to the ground, her world falling with her.

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Before anybody comments, yes, I know it's a crappy ending, and yes, I did indeed notice that I didn't write in what happened during the first time he awoke. I have plans to add it in a later chapter. I have no clue what I'm doing here really, but I decided to try something new. You know in the movie 21 Grams, how they kept switching from the present to the past throughout? ...Yeah, hopefully it'll turn out something like that. ...Maybe...

Anyway, if you see any mistakes or have any suggestions, don't be shy.

Until next time!