Something came back to me. It was a flash of light, then a picture.

Two boys stood next to each other. One had a video game in his hand, and the other was watching him. The two looked exactly the same, red hair, green eyes, same figure, and same stupid, childish smile. The only difference was one wore goggles, and a black and red shirt, while the other wore a black t-shirt, and no goggles.

One of the boys had to be Shane. They just had to be.

"Tell me Erin," Shane looked me in the eyes "have you ever killed someone?"

My heart skipped a beat. The strip of color in my hair turned yellow; the color of surprise. Then my hands started sweating. He was breaking me down with this one question. But worse yet, the disease was creeping up. Within a few seconds Shane could die, within a few seconds he could be just a memory, within a few seconds I could kill my best friend.

"Do you remember her?" Shane's voice shook, "Do you remember CJ? Huh? Do you remember how you killed her?" his eyes filled with tears, "How can you live with yourself knowing you killed her with that knife!?" he took a step towards me.

"Stay away from me Shane!" I shouted, backing away.

"Hell if I will!" He grabbed me. "You killed my little sister," He reached into his pocket, pulling out a gun "so I'll fucking kill you for revenge!"

"SHANE!" My ears popped, the light dimmed, cold metal brushed against my forehead, and a sneaker squeaked on the floor. Was it over? Had I killed him? Or had he killed me first?

"LET GO OF ME!" Shane screamed.

"Get a hold of yourself! You're accusing her of something that happened years ago! She might even be the wrong person!" Someone else shouted back at him.

"Stay out of this Matt!" Shane growled, "If you won't search for the murderer, then I'll just kill every suspect we have!"

There was a sound, like a hand hitting skin.

"Max…you're losing it" The boy, who was named Matt, said.

An eerie silence filled the hall. The blackness in my eyes was replaced by two boys, both looking identical.

"Shane…" I muttered, tears forming in my eyes.

"Let's get back to Lost, you obviously need another relaxation pill" Matt said.

"I don't need shit," Shane growled, glaring at me "tell Flare and Angela I'll be home soon"

"I'm not leaving here without you" Matt protested.

Then I realized it, there was a gun pointed towards my head. It's cold, silver metal was pressed against my forehead, begging to break the skin and skull.

"Wh-Who is Lost…?" I stuttered, trying to keep calm.

Matt looked at me, surprised. Had he not expected me to talk? Dude, I'm a teenage girl with her best friend holding a gun to her head, in the school hallway. Don't ya think I'm gonna say something?

"Lost is a friend of ours…she specializes in the medical arts and explosives…" Matt answered after a few seconds.

"A-And Angela? What about Flare?"

"Angela is Max's girlfriend; she is a good arms dealer. Flare is the combat specialist, she is the one who is usually asking Angela for weapons." Was this guy for real? Medical specialist, who likes bombs? Combat specialist? Arms dealer?

"Stop telling her this shit!" Shane—who is actually named Max—punched Matt, square in the face.

"Hey!" Someone shouted down the hallway.

Soon a young blonde stomped down the hallway and hit Max.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to hit your brother!?" She shouted, glaring at Max.

"You aren't my mom, Lost!" Max glared back.

"We're not here for you to find your sisters murderer." She shouted "We're here to keep undercover, remember?"

"He doesn't need the lecture, Lost" Matt said, rubbing his now bleeding nose.

This was just crazy, what is going on? It has to be a dream. Yeah, I'm gonna wake up tomorrow and Shane will still be Shane, and my life will just go back to its boring, old self. Right?

Wrong.

"Hora. Tu." Lost looked at me "Ta tu Erin Reilly?"

"Pardon?" I asked, freakishly confused.

"She's asking if you're Erin Reilly, dumbass" Max rolled his eyes.

"Sorry, I don't speak…uh…whatever language you just spoke" I muttered, staring at the ground.

"Oh for gods sake!" Lost shouted, "You have never heard someone speak Gaelic before? They don't teach it in these schools, do they? What a shame."

"C'mon Lost, let's get the hell outta here" Max said, walking down the hall. Matt and Lost followed soon after, and so did I.

"What are you? Stalking us?" Lost glared at me.

"N-No…I just wanted to say sorry…for all the trouble I caused…" Her eyes softened up "Is there any way I could be of assistance to your search?"

All of them looked at each other. What is this? Telepathy? That is so not fair. It's cheating!

"Sure," Lost smiled "just follow us"