"Oh, crap! CHEF!!!" Chris hollered as the campers all collapsed. "Get them into the infirmary. If they die, we are so getting sued!!" The large cook nodded, grabbed all the twitching teens at once, and hurtled back to the infirmary tent. Chris followed behind, already dialing his lawyer's number on his cell.
The first thing Jamie was aware of was the feeling of wind on his face. He cracked open his eyes, wincing as sunlight seared his retinas. He closed them, opened them again, then groaned as he sat up. Hr looked around and saw he was in a neighborhood he recognized all too much. He stood up from his spot on the cracked sidewalk, then glanced around his expression hardening as he looked to the left, his gaze landing on the charred skeleton of a burned building. He scowled. Of all the places I could've ended up, why here?" He thought. "Because this is where you belong, little brother." A deep voiced answered his unspoken question. Jamie whirled around, his eyes scanning the area for the speaker. After a moment, they landed on a tall teenage boy; he looked to be about seventeen, standing in the middle of the deserted street. "Hello, Jamie." The other teen greeted. "Marcus." Jamie acknowledged with a nod of his head. Marcus was smiled. "Welcome home, little brother."
Shane woke up, and discovered he was standing in the middle of a white void, going off in every direction. He simply looked around, then noticed something. A doorway in this air which led into a large, cigar-shaped room. The sign over the door said, "Eat at Joe's" and Shane walked in, curious. As soon as he stepped in, something wrapped around him from behind, lashing his arms to his sides and breaking at least two ribs. He cried out in pain, but it was muffled by a strip of hard material wrapping around his mouth, sealing it shut. As he fell to the metal floor, he hit his head. Before he blacked out, he noticed the vibration in the floor and the rush of wind over a surface below him. He glances out a window, and saw clouds streaking by impossibly fast. He was in an airplane. The, he lost consciousness.
Effie woke up strapped to a chair, unable to move. She struggled and yelled for help, but in vain. She was in a large room, easily the size of a foot ball stadium, with the walls painted a dark green and the floor completely black, giving Effie a sense of vertigo. She looked up, and saw someone walk in through a door she hadn't noticed before. They were tall, muscular, and wore all black, not exposing a sliver of flesh. It was obviously male, since there was no widening in the hips, and atop his broad shoulders, his face was hidden by a strange mask. It was bone-white, with the cheeks puffed up and decorated with blood-red swirls. "Rise and Shine, Effie. You're probably wondering where you are. I'll tell you where you might be. You might be in the room you die in." The figure in the mask said in a deep voice with a dark chuckle.
Cameron woke up in a dark cave, and, after shaking off the dizzying effect off being unconscious for so long, he lit his hand on fire, forming a small light to navigate by. He wondered through the caves, and he never saw an inkling of daylight. Eventually, he noticed something. He was in the same chamber he had woken up in. After he finished cursing himself for getting lost, he heard a sound. It sounded like a bunch of clicking, like a pencils tapping stone, although this was much louder. He turned to the tunnel where the sound was comin from, and froze when he saw a spider scuttle out into the light formed by his hand. The spider was huge, about the size of a dog, and clicked its mandibles together. It had glowing yellow eyes, and then Cameron noticed something else. Namely, a sea of yellow orbs in the darkness of the other tunnel, all of which belonged to a horde of spiders. Cameron screamed as the arachnids swarmed from inside the tunnel, their beady eyes locked on him.
Kayla woke up on a tiny rock in the middle of a vast ocean. She looked in every direction, but couldn't see land anywhere. The sun beat down, baking the rock as the salty air made her lips crack. After a while, she thought she saw a dark shape under the water. She tried to get a closer look, but faded into deeper water before she got a good look. Then, she heard a splash and a wet slap against the rock behind her. She turned to look, but there was nothing there. The, she felt something thick and slimy wrap around her ankle. She shrieked in surprise and tried to pull her leg as she turned to look. An octopus tentacle, about a foot thick, was wrapped around her leg, pulling her towards the water. She screamed bloody murder as she heard the loud clack of its beak close sharply, eagerly awaiting a meal.
Victoria struggled against the leather straps binding her to a hospital table. She was in a typical operating room, and that scared her. She tried again, but these straps wouldn't break and she couldn't dissolve them. Just then, a doctor in blue surgical scrubs walked in. He was tanned, with warm brown eyes and a tousled head of blonde hair. Victoria thought he would've been cute if he wasn't in doctor gear. He walked over to her, a relaxed grin on his face. Man, this guy had white teeth. "Please, let me out of here." Victoria pleaded, and the doctor just shook his head. "Sorry, I can't do that. You haven't had your treatment yet." He said soothingly, moving over to a tray of tools. "T-Treatment?" Victoria asked in a shaky voice. The doctor turned to her, a syringe filled with a yellowish liquid in his hand. "Why, your anti-venom treatments, of course. It's time to say good-bye to that those nasty powers of yours." He said cheerily. Victoria screeched and yanked fervently at her bonds as the doctor approached her.
Sam woke up lying on a small couch in a rundown apartment, surrounded by old, decrepit furniture. He walked out onto the landing, and saw that he was at least five stories off the ground. He walked off down a hallway, and saw someone standing at the end. He formed two small force fields in his hands, cautiously approaching the shadowy figure. As soon as he came into light, he discovered that it was Cameron, who was gazing out a window at the street below. "Oh, hey man. Where are we?" Sam asked, happy his friend was with him. Cameron turned to him, but, there was something shocking about his eyes. His iris's stayed the same, but the whites of his eyes glowed a deep red color. He smiled at Sam, who had taken a step back, revealing teeth filed to points. The dream-Cameron raised his hands at Sam, fireballs forming in his palms, and purred, "Nightey-night, 'buddy'."
………………………………..(Back in the real world)…………
Chef had laid down the campers on separate cots, and hooked them all up to observation machines. Invariably, there vital signs showed they were going through great stress, as if they were fighting some invisible enemy. Nicki, however, was near catatonic, although her vitals stayed normal. Chef, untrained medic though he was, was completely at a loss as to what could have happened to them. Chris was off in his cabin, talking to three lawyers at once, while Chef at least tried to help the kids.
Well, since I have no school today or tomorrow (YAY WEEKEND!!), and because I saw, like, five horror movies last night, I give you this chapter. And, in case anyone's wondering, yes, this is why I asked for phobias. You have to admit, way better way to use them then some challenge( got the idea from Batman Begins. Scarecrow kicks ass.)