A/N:

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"HK! HK, where are you?" Spinelli shouted, running through the corridors. Her footsteps echoed down the silent passages as she twisted and turned in her own breathless search. She had been chasing past the different classrooms and her head was growing dizzy with anticipation.

Her argument with TJ hadn't helped this sensation and her hands still shook from the adrenaline. Every time the look on his face entered her mind she threw it aside – almost denying the obvious pain she had inflicted across his features.

She turned at a slight noise in the distance and paused – searching for any further noise except the sound of her heavy breathing and the pumping of blood through her veins. She tried to steady herself and slow her thoughts, turning her head slowly around her to distil her head-rush. Her mind began to clear, her head slowed it's repetitive pounding and she felt herself ready to walk forward.

Suddenly she felt what felt like a hard pull around her shoulders and a cold sensation wrapping around her throat – she felt herself falling backwards onto the wall behind her. She tried to gasp for air but she felt herself incapable, what was happening to her?

But she suddenly found a scrap of air in her lungs to force a startled scream, as she realized what was happening. It was an arm around her shoulders, a body pressing against her back, and a knife against her throat.

"Don't scream," a voice rasped in her ear, "or I'll slit your throat."

She obeyed, and shook under the hard grasp and the pressure of the blade. Terror filled every part of her and she felt as if she was going to collapse. Her knees began to buckle and she started to slide down to the floor. The person behind her grasped her quivering hands together and moved to the front of her body, pinning her against the wall as she sat leaning against it. The knife stuck further against her throat and she swore she could feel a cold sensation trickling down her neck.

She tried to look at the person in front of her but they were dressed all in black, the darkness of the corridor did not help any other form of identification. She felt them move forward towards her ear.

"You're not going to hurt Gretchen!" the voice hissed, shivering slightly as the knife dug further into her skin. She shot the figure a confused look and tried to speak.

"SHUT UP!" the figure snapped, seizing her shoulders and throwing her to the floor. She felt the person's hands momentarily leave her and she took her chance, she threw her arms out and knocked her fists towards the knife – throwing it across the corridor. The person jumped back in surprise and then hungrily lunged forward, shouting curses at her. Fear had made her quick though, and she slid along the floor away from the person's advances. She eventually managed to scramble from the floor and began to run away from her attacker. She ran like she thought she would never stop and didn't dare look back. She heard footsteps follow her after a while and then began to slow and stop. She didn't take a chance and proceeded to sprint away, running towards her freedom in a fit of fright.

A sharp pain ran through her back and made her freeze. Her eyes widened and she felt herself fall to the floor, crashing hard on her stomach. As the room around her began to swirl around her and her eyes started to blurr, she lifted her head feebly to the figure that was now looming over her and tried to focus her eyes, only to find them gazing in horror and the face that was now illuminated by the distant moonlight from an open window.

"Gus?"

The figure suddenly shook and clasped their hands to their face in horror.

"Spinelli?!"