Okay guys… Just so you know this story is not pre-planned in any way!
We have as little idea as to what is going to happen as you do
(except maybe how it's going to end… sort of).

enjoy…

"Well… what do we do now?" He asked.

Jenny sniffed and leaned against the wall thankful, for once, for the darkness. Not that she was even sure the pitch black gloom prevented Julian from seeing everything around him. The air inside the closet was slightly stuffy and warm and it made Jenny feel drowsy and realise how exhausted she was. She yawned.

" I have no idea."

The adrenaline was finally wearing off and she was completely wasted after hours and hours of running for her life. Emotionally, Jenny simply wanted to curl up into a ball and let the ground swallow her up.

Again quiet settled heavily over the small space, both occupants deep in their own thoughts, concerns, and frustration. Fidgeting nervously, Jenny ran her hands along the cool concrete floor. The darkness emphasized by the silence stretched out, surrounding her and closing her in. She wanted to make a noise, to break the deafening silence, but couldn't. It held the sigh in her throat, leaving her choking on the silence before giving up.

Jenny's fingers continued to trail their pointless circles on the floor unconsciously. Sliding across the smooth ground until suddenly they slipped beneath something and she started. It felt like the gap beneath the door, but if there was a gap beneath the door then why wasn't the light from the basement coming through?

On hands and knees she twisted to get a better view, momentarily distracted from everything else. She scrutinized the gap carefully and saw… nothing.

Darkness…

It was a bizarre feeling knowing that rationally there should be light streaming beneath the door and yet, instead, all she could see was a continual expanse of the darkness everywhere else.

Unsettled, Jenny sat up, determined to turn her mind to other thoughts and couldn't help but turn to the only other handy source of intrigue.

She focused on Julian across from her.

While the sound of her own breathing echoed in the silence, Julian made no noise. There was scarcely any indication that he was there at all. If not for the electric feeling of his presence hovering over her skin, she could very easily have assumed she was alone.

She wondered what he was thinking.

Was he remembering the last time he was here? Recounting the long hours of confinement? Last time he had been the weakest one trapped. Now he had Jenny with him.

She felt the panic start rising again. What if he chose to take his frustration and boredom out on her! It wasn't as though she could do anything about it.

Maybe she wouldn't end up having to worry about starving to death after all. Maybe she wouldn't last that long…

No, he wouldn't do that to her. He had proven to her that he couldn't bring himself to hurt her, that he'd do anything for her. However his nature had often proved otherwise. The way he had treated her friends. The game itself. If anything, the game had shown Jenny that Julian didn't always approach things in the most rational of ways, the predictable ways.

She shifted in the darkness, slumping into the corner and curled into something resembling a ball. It was incredibly uncomfortable but Jenny was too exhausted to care. She tucked her feet in close to put as much distance between her and Julian… just in case.

She wondered if Tom, Dee and the others had left when they could, or if they'd stayed and were still stuck upstairs in the More Games store. Maybe they were still up there wondering what was going to happen next like she was. Maybe they'd get curious enough to come downstairs and find the closet. She could only hope.

Oh Tom, the thought of Tom made her want to cry.

That she had got him into this mess. All she'd wanted to do was celebrate his birthday.

She loved him so much…

It was hardly fair, she thought to herself as she rested her head back and closed her eyes.

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When Jenny opened her eyes there was no gentle transition as her mind was dumped abruptly into the realities of her current situation. Greeted by the stuffy air of the closet and a tight cramp pulling down her neck and into her shoulders, Jenny grimaced and stretched. Pulling herself out the corner she was so unceremoniously slumped in and reaching her arms above her head in a futile attempt to lessen the tension in her neck.

"Ah, she wakes."

Jenny jumped as Julian's musical voice cut through the darkness. "Hmmff", being all response he got.

Shakily Jenny stood up and stretched out her legs. Stumbling as they almost gave way beneath her and hitting her elbow on the door - or wall – she couldn't tell.

"Aaargh!" Jenny clutched her wounded arm and swore profusely in every language Audrey had taught her to.

"Stupid fucking darkness! Fucking closet!"

As the pain subsided she tried to calm down, leaning her forehead against the cool wall. She could hear Julian laughing quietly at her.

"Sadist." She muttered under her breath.
"What was that?" she heard him shift, but as far as she could tell he was still sitting on the floor. She clenched her mouth shut, unsure as to how his mercurial attitudes would react.

He sighed and then really did stand up.

"Maybe this will improve your mood."

She heard him whisper something and suddenly the room as illuminated by a small light flickering in his palm. Forgetting her pain, Jenny stared at him an incredulous expression on her face.

He was standing, relaxed, in the middle of the closet, palms held out a little way in front of him. Jenny looked from the glowing flame in his hands up to his face. He was grinning at her wolfishly; clearly pleased at the reaction he could see plastered all over her face. The small flame cast an unholy glow around him, his piercing blue eyes flickering. It was definitely a beautiful sight to see after hours of pitch black.

And she hated herself for appreciating it so much.

"You've been able to do that all along…" she trailed off. Now that there was light she couldn't help but be drawn into the sculpted perfection of his features. The contrast of the shadows and light creating a breathtaking sight. Struggling to break her gaze from his face Jenny turned to examine their surroundings. They hadn't changed at all.

"So how come you can make things 'poof' like that, but you can't get us out of here?"

He sighed tiredly; Jenny was unnerved by the very helpless, human expression.

"Because,' He stated logically as if explaining a complicated concept to a small child, "This isn't affecting anything. I can still work with small things. It's when I use 'magic' against the restraint that it won't work."

Jenny nodded, not really understanding, but trusting Julian's judgment on the matter. Suddenly her stomach rumbled, the noise breaking the silence. Jenny looked down, holding her hands over her tummy embarrassedly.

"You don't think you could 'poof' some food for me could you?"

A/N:

We hate Tom.

So does Jenny, only she doesn't know it yet.

He should die a slow and painful death.

Until that time, we had to give him a small of a sob session ( small being the operative word ) so that we could get it out of the way.

Now we can move on to better and greater things… JULIAN XD