As Jamie stood on the edge of the cliff, half his foot hanging over empty space, he heard a rustling in the trees behind him. He sniffed the air, and he sighed when he recognized the scent. "Kayla, come out. I know you're there." He said tiredly. The psychic girl stepped out from behind a tall pine and walked over to him. "Jamie, what are you doing?" She asked worriedly, and Jamie didn't turn, because he knew she had that pleading, hurt look he despised seeing her wear so much.

He looked down the cliffs at the waters below and said, in a voice barley above a whisper, "Kayla, I remember being dead. I remember how the cold filled me up, and washed away all my pains, all the memories that have haunted me my whole life. I felt completely…at peace." She gasped quietly, then took a few steps forward, until she was right behind him.

"Jamie, please, don't do this." She begged, but, before he could reply, a sneering laugh sounded from the edge of the clearing. "Ha! I can't believe it, the self-esteem less little yutz and the suicidal boyfriend. Reminds me of my family back home." Victoria sneered as the others turned to face her. Kayla glared at her. "What do you want, bitch?" She demanded.

"Oh, not much, just thought I'd come see if laughing boy over there had killed himself yet." She replied, jerking a thumb at Jamie, who was glowering at her as his hands clenched into fists. Kayla paused to look at him, concerned, before she collapsed with a shriek, falling to the ground with spastic convulsions.

"Kayla!" Jamie shouted as he flashed to her side, cradling her head in his arms. A few feet away, Victoria laughed, but then shrieked as she clutched her temples, being forced onto her knees by an unknown cause. Well, not unknown for long. Jamie looked back down at Kayla, and saw she was sitting up slightly in his arms, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Victoria staggered away, still crying out due to Kayla's mental onslot. After a few more seconds, Kayla leaned back onto Jamie's torso, her eyes half-closed. He hugged her to him and she muttered into his shirt, though he still heard it. "Jamie, please don't leave." She asked weakly, and he nodded, and, for the first time in a long time, smiled. He actually, genuinely smiled. "Don't worry, Kayla babe, I won't." And that, he resolved in his mind, was a promise he was determined to keep.

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Victoria cursed Kayla as she stumbled through the woods back to camp, angrily pulling twigs out of her long red hair. "Damn that girl and her suicidal boyfriend! Damn them to hell!" She cried out to the empty air, then muttered several colorful metaphors that would have made a sailor blush. She was so caught up in her triad, that she didn't notice the body in front of her until she ran full into them. She muttered a "oof!" as she fell back and landed on her butt, then glared up at Cameron, who was looking down at her strangely. "Umm, are you…okay?" He asked, but she simply stood up and shoved past him, stomping over to her cabin. Sam, who had been talking to Cameron before that little episode, looked at his friend. "Dude, what did you do?" Cameron stood still for a moment, then shrugged. "Don't know." He responded.

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SLAM! Chance smashed his fists into the wall of the cell he was being held in, but to no avail. He tried to summon the earth, to feel the familiar rush of energy, but he was cut off and alone. Around him, similar crashes were heard, while one, a boy who looked to be around 11, was pulled, screaming, from his cell and dragged way by guards in heavy, metallic uniforms. The only light that illuminated Chance's efforts was a small fluorescent bulb and the green-blue glow of the cell's front wall, which was simply a field of energy. His cell was simple. He had a cot with no blanket or pillow, a toilet, and a sink. He swore and cursed that wretched bastard, Mr. Vox, again, while he again slammed into the wall with all his strength. But, again, he failed to even make a scratch on the metal of the wall.

Chance sighed and sat down on his caught, staring down at the dirty floor. There were a total of seven prisoners, three of which were the rest of the island contestants. Chance had seen them drag Nicki into the cell next to his, and she was kicking and screaming the whole time. A ghost of a grin flashed across his face as he recalled her slamming both feet into one guard's crotch when they put her in.

Chance talked to her daily, as they both tried to stay optimistic, hoping something would happen to free them from this awful place. Hoping was all they could really do. But, since the prison had started out with twelve teens and kids, there really wasn't much hope to be had.

Well, JasperDazzlesMe (the girl who came up with Victoria), I hope you get the reference to her story. Suicidal boyfriend…girl who needs him like a drug…. Victoria chick with red eyes and hair….No? Nothing? Well, read up on your best sellers and get back to me.