A/N- Here it is! The official collision of CotP and WWdWJE! Enjoy!

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Chapter 8: We Know Where Michael is- but We're Trapped

Khristi's POV

I landed on solid ground and caught a glimpse of Phil looked worriedly at me before I fell asleep and immediately launched into a vivid dream. I was standing on shifting black sand in a small dark room. In the corner opposite from me was a boy. He had his head down, and I couldn't see his face, but he seemed to be emitting light. Not really light you could see, but you could sense it, if you know what I mean. He looked up and my breath caught in my throat. "Michael?"

"Khristi? No, it can't be you. I'm seeing things."

"No, Michael. It's me." He got up and slowly made his way through the sand toward me. He had almost reached me and was holding out his hand as if to touch me to see if I was really real when he stopped.

"How do I know you're real?" he asked, suspicious.

"Michael, trust me." He kept reaching, but his hand went straight through mine like I was made of mist.

"You're not really here, are you?" he asked.

"No, I'm not," I admitted. "I'm dreaming all of this. It's something the Morpheus kids rigged up."

"It's good that you're not here. Here…is bad." Michael said. I took a good look at him. It had only been about a day and a half since I'd last seen him, but he didn't look good. There was a cut rising from the corner of his left eye to his hairline, his clothes were torn, and he was favoring his right leg.

"Michael, you're hurt!"

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," he said with a touch of a smile.

"Where are you?"

"I'm not allowed to tell you where. All I can tell you is to look in Seattle."

"Seattle? Why?"

"Nyx said that if anybody asks, to tell them to look in Seattle."

"Nyx?"

"Yeah. I think she knows that you guys are coming to find me."

"Yes, I do know that," a voice said. Michael's eyes widened.

"Nyx." he said.

"Why hello, Khristi. I see you've come to visit your little friend. How nice of you. Unfortunately, there's not much you can do, is there?"

"Go away Nyx," Michael growled. I turned to face Nyx.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"Well, I just came to check on our prisoner to see how he's doing. Especially now that nobody can save him."

"We're on our way, Nyx." I said.

"That's what you think. You'll wake up to a little surprise, though." She smiled nastily. "Ami!" A girl stepped out from behind Nyx. Michael tensed as he recognized his sister.

"Hello, Khristi," Ami said. "I see you survived. Too bad. You'll die soon enough as it is. And my brother here will die even sooner."

"I'm not dead yet," Michael scowled.

"Oh, but Michael, don't you see?" Nyx said. "Your friends have no chance of saving you. The sand is working its way higher. You have about five days left." The sand was around Michael's ankles, but it was steadily increasing. "Now, I believe it's time for you to go." She waved her hand and the picture started to fade, but not before I saw Ami take out a nasty-looking whip. I woke up in a small room. I looked around and saw Phil, the Stolls, Skylar, and Jonah.

"I know where we can find Michael!" I said.

"That's great," Connor said. "The thing is, we're trapped. Nyx captured us. Oh, look, here she comes again."

"Then let's fight!" I said, switching my owls into knives.

"Oh, hello there," Nyx sneered. "I'll take those." The knives and Michael's dagger flew to her hands.

"She has all our weapons." Jonah said bleakly.

"Oh, yes, I do," Nyx said. "You are indeed trapped, Khristi Johnson. Michael will have to die, I guess. After all, there's no way you could get there in time to rescue him."

"We'll find a way out," Skylar said.

"Oh, but the thing is, if you get out of this cell, Nicholas is standing guard. Oh, yes, and Khristi? Your little visit had certain…consequences." She waved her hand and an orb appeared. Michael was in the corner of his cell. His mouth was taped over and his hands were tied. He looked out at me, eyes large with pain and worry.

"Michael!" Travis gasped.

"Yes, it's Michael," Nyx said. "And he'll be dead in five days." the orb disappeared and so did Nyx.

"Does she have all your weapons?" I asked.

"Yeah," Connor started. "You see-"

"-you and Phil had the only-" Travis continued.

"-concealed weapons, and Phil-"

"-was so obvious with his disguise-"

"-that Nyx immediately spotted it."

"But she doesn't have all our weapons," I said, slipping my necklace over my head. "What does this look like?" Phil's face lit up.

"A bow and arrows. Amazing."

"Thank you, Phil, for stating the obvious."

Michael's POV

I had seen Khristi. That much was obvious. So she was alive. Me? I wasn't doing so well. It seemed to amuse Nyx to watch Ami rip up my back with her whip and then tie me up and put a strip of tape over my mouth. Speaking of Ami, she was standing guard. Not that I'd be likely to escape. Wait…taped over your mouth…I might not be able to escape, but I can sure be one heck of an annoying prisoner. I started humming, mainly songs that I knew Ami hated. After about five minutes of the same song, Ami turned around. "Shut up, will you?" She growled. I put on my best innocent face and kept humming.

Ten minutes later, Ami was humming along. Every so often, she would get mad again and tell me to shut up. I would have smiled except for the fact that I couldn't with the tape. Stupid tape.

Naomi's POV

So, Nyx had been checking in every so often to see if I was ready to join her army. She actually brought Ami Yew with her once. That time I paced up and down the cell, "thinking" out loud. I said some pretty rude stuff before Nyx left in disgust. I love my talent for saying rude things. A little later, a guard came and stood outside my cell. I immediately started in on every annoying thing I knew. I recited lyrics in a monotone. I told them that my imaginary friend thought they were creepy. Nothing worked. Oh. Wait…YES! That will be AWESOME! Funny how one's definition of awesome can change. "Hey," I said.

"What?"

"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, (dededededede) there they are, standing in a row. Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head. Give 'em a twist…" I kept singing. The guard started singing a different song, trying to keep my annoying song out of his head. Finally, I got tired of singing and stopped. There was silence for a moment until the guard started humming something. I recognized the tune as that which I had just been singing. Score: Naomi Nakamura the AWESOME: 1. Clueless guard: 0. Now it's time for the Hole in the Bucket. Oh, man. This could be fun.

A/N- Sorry, I know it's short. I had a lot of homework, though, so you're lucky I'm putting this up anyways. Review?

-smartone101