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I was running down a long narrow, dirt road with a forest lining both sides. I could hear a couple of people panting, they were only a few steps behind me but I wasn't afraid…I knew them. I could also hear faraway shouting…in a language I couldn't decipher. I heard shots and more running feet, they were getting closer. The moon was shining so brightly it hurt my eyes. Suddenly, A shot flew over my right shoulder, I hit the dirt and behind me I hear someone screamed in pain I try to get up but I can't, I can't…

I woke up sweating even thought the room was actually pretty chilly. I slowly shook the sleep out of my eyes and remembered the dream. Weird, I thought as I got up and wondered toward my suitcase. I pulled open the top and was surprised to see all that was in it was a note.

I'm holding your clothes for ransom, if you want them come to my room!

Duchess

I rolled my eyes; it was entirely too early to have to go on a scavenger hunt for my clothes. I crossed the floor and headed down the hall to Bex's room. I press my ear to the door. I could hear some sort of rock music and the faint sound of typing.

I took a step back and knocked. "Come in!" Bex sang cheerfully from inside.

"How are you so awake, it's like 9 am?" I asked as I walked inside, "Wait," I continued as I closed the door, "Let me guess, hiding people's clothes is your idea of fun."

"They aren't hidden, their right there," She said as she gestured toward the bed, "Besides, I wanted to see what you brought."

"Whatever…now that you've seen them, can I go get dressed? I'm starving."

"I am highly disappointed in you Cammie; you really think I'm going to let you wear any of this stuff out in public?"

"What's the matter with my clothes? And besides, last time I checked your house wasn't public!"

"We're not going to stay here all day! That would be so boring! I'm going to show you London! Not the tourist traps, the real London. The shops, the boutiques, the clothing stores, the street markets! Everything...but first you my darling are going to get a makeover!"

Nooooooo! "Why do I need a make over?"

Bex ignored my question as she handed me a hair brush, "Brush till it shines."

I grumbled but started to pull the brush through my sleep tangled hair. Bex meanwhile went into her closet, positioning the door just so I couldn't see inside. All was silent as I brushed and Bex looked through her closet. I finished and called out, "Done! Now what?"

"Okay, let's do your make up." Bex said as she came out of the closet. She had something green and white as well as a pair of jeans.

"Can I see what you picked out for me?" I asked as Bex dug through one of her dresser drawers, retrieving a large makeup case.

"No."

Before I could come up with a response Bex said again, "Just sit there and don't move."

"Okay." I answered.

She worked quickly, a bit of blush, some of mascara and a tiny bit of eye liner. Bex tilted my head this way and that then said, "Okay get dressed and DON'T peak! But just in case I'm locking the closet and the bathroom."

She did just that and left me alone to change. I held up the shirt, it was low cut, but not low enough for a tank top though, it was green and white striped. I pulled it on and reached for the jeans which were dark with the middle faded. I pulled on a pair of short white socks and then pulled on my black and green Nike runners. The jeans went over the shoes perfectly like flairs…but they weren't. I walked out of the room and found Bex waiting in the living room. "Very good, now for the hair."

I didn't even try to fight her as she reached for a hair brush, hair tie and hair spray. She brushed and sprayed for a few minutes then said, "I think I'm going to French braid your hair."

It was a comment so I didn't answer. It only took her a few minutes to braid my hair then she said "Stand up."

I stood up and she led me toward the bathroom mirror. She shoved me in front of it then said, "What do you think?"

"Wow." The girl in the mirror said. The shirt she was wearing looked like she had been born in it and the jeans were perfect. Her makeup wasn't easy to see but it made an impact. Her hair was tightly braided although a few sections had escaped and now framed her face. She did not look like me. The only thing that looked anything like me was certain sadness in her eyes…

About an hour later Bex and I were on our way. Bex had her own credit cards so we were pretty much self-sufficient. Bex was talking and chatting happily, laying out the day's plans, "Okay so first I think we should go and get a manicure. Then maybe we can hit a few shops and then go to Riley's for lunch. After that we'll have a few hours until the concert-"

"What concert?" I asked as we crossed a busy street.

"The Head Stomp" Bex said looking at me, "Haven't you ever heard of them?"

"Ummm, no."

"They're the best pop singers in Britain!" She exclaimed.

"Oh, I'm not to into pop, British or American." I said as we tuned toward a beautiful brick building with a giant bottle of nail polish painted on it. I glanced behind me and caught a glimpse of a tall man looking at me.

"You will enjoy the concert, don't worry. Oh, we're here….manicure time!"

"Joy." I said with out much joy.

Bex dragged me inside, right to the back. We sat down in front of two older oriental ladies. Bex smiled and said in Chinese, "Hi, how are you two doing?"

"Fine," one of the ladies answered, "Who's your friend?"

"Cameron," I answered for Bex "I'm visiting from the States."

"Aww I see. Are you two ready for the best manicure this side of the pond?"

We nodded and Bex pointed toward two bottles of nail polish, one a sparkly white the other a simple red, "I'll have the red and she'll have the white."

The woman nodded as she passed the white to the other lady and they quickly began painting. I was sort of daydreaming when Bex nudged me with her shoulder, "I think a plain white snowflake would look really good with the sparkly white nail polish."

"Sounds good to me, are you going to get one too?"

"I think I'll get the top part of my nails glittered." She said thoughtfully.

"That'll look cool." Said as I peered at the small white snowflake that the woman was painting in my pointer finger. It did look good.

A little while later after our nails were done and we were back on the street I felt the need to look behind me. We came to a street corner and I used one of the parked car's mirrors to glance behind me.

A tall man was walking slowly down the sidewalk, occasionally stopping at store windows. Aside from the fact that he was tall the man didn't really have any outstanding features. He looks like that man I saw outside of the nail place…he's kind of a chameleon…I should tell Bex although it's most likely nothing.

Before I could say anything about the man to Bex he had disappeared into a small shop, 'Jay's'. I was overreacting yet again.

"I know a short cut to get to King's Street. We have to cut through the next alley." Bex said as she craned her neck to see over the crowd.

"King's street has the street sands right?" I asked as we turned down the small alley. The fact that it was empty should have caught my attention right away but it didn't…When I heard someone speaking in low tones I should have turned around, but I didn't. I didn't turn around until I felt the hot breath of some one standing right behind me.

I spun around just as a masked man grabbed for my wrist, "BEX!" I screamed as I jerked back.

Bex spun around and started toward me. The masked man stuck out his arm and blocked my hand but I countered with a side kick. He was ready and he grabbed my leg sending me to the ground. I sprung up as be yelled, "There are three of them!"

I nodded and jumped back from the first masked man…right into a smaller masked figure. I drove my elbow into their stomach and jumped over the prone figure. I grabbed Bex's arm and pulled her toward the end of the alley yelling, "Come on, there are too many of them, we can't win!"

"Bex nodded and she pulled me to the left as we dashed out of the alley, "We have to separate, get to Liverpool Street and go into Royal & General Bank. Just wait for me there…you'll be safe."

"Are you sure it's safe?" I screamed as she ran down one side street and I headed down the other.

As we headed in opposite directions, I heard her answer flung back into the wind, Trust me!

How many times have I heard that before? I thought as I started to do what I do best, blend in.

Well there you have it, chapter 3 and a cliffy! I hope you like it and I'm sorry I spent so much time describing everything…I do that a lot! Anyway, please R&R

~Striker

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