"Damn it! I told you guys to get out if there was trouble." Duncan shouted, as the survivors arrived back at the hotel.
"We did." Izzy shouted back, barely able to contain her emotions. Duncan opened his mouth to argue, but Courtney slugged him in the shoulder to shut him up. They helped move Cody and Tyler, as well as Owen and Eva's bodies inside.
"Wait, where's Zeke?" asked Beth.
"We lost his body on the way back." said Geoff, a pained expression on his face. Beth looked horrified.
Owen's task force was in bad shape. Owen, Eva, and Ezekiel had been killed, and Geoff, Izzy, Tyler, and Cody had been wounded; the latter two badly. Only Noah had escaped without any injury, save for the emotional damage caused by Eva's death. Once they were inside, Duncan turned on Izzy and Noah, looking for answers.
"What the fuck happened?" he demanded, barely able to contain his rage.
"They knew we were coming." said Izzy. "Somehow they knew we were gonna be there. They were ready and those assassins are just as brutal as Thomas said."
"Look, now is not the time for this." said Courtney. "Tyler and Cody need medical attention, now. For that matter, so do Izzy and Geoff. We can discuss what went wrong later. Right now we need to help our friends so we don't lose them too. And someone needs to find Ezekiel's body, for God's sake."
Duncan nodded and they set about helping those who needed it. Later Duncan and Abigail retrieved Ezekiel's body.
The following day, after returning from the hospital on the other side of town, where they were forced to go now, Chris found another note written in a familiar hand. It was stuck in the door of his hotel room and said, Chris, we need to talk. Bring Chef, no one else. Meet me on the roof this afternoon. TL. Chris read the message through three times before getting Chef.
"So, that stinking pile of shit wants to talk, huh?" growled Chef. "Well he can kiss my black ass."
"I'm going." said Chris, not looking at his longtime friend. "It would be nice to have you there to back me up."
Chef rolled his eyes. "Fine." he sighed. "I'll come, but if he tries anything funny, I'll kill him. Just so we're clear." Chris nodded.
An hour later they met Thomas on the hotel roof. "So, what did you want to talk about?" Chris asked, looking at Thomas.
"We're running out of time." Thomas replied. "Dorian is planning something big and he's going to unleash it soon. I don't know exactly what it is, but I can say this, it involves the DuValls. I think he's planning on killing them too."
"Why the fuck would he want to do that?" asked Chef. "I thought they were his personal death squad?"
"They are, but you know Dorian." replied Thomas. "He's not the most trusting person in the world, and if he's willing to kill the campers to get you and cast me aside, then he's willing to kill anyone he thinks will hold him back." Chef shrugged, but did not respond.
"Chris, Chef, where the fuck are you guys?" they heard Duncan calling. They turned to see if he was coming, and saw the roof door open. Thomas disappeared, not wanting to be seen. Duncan came out onto the roof, stopping when he saw them.
"What the heck are you guys doing up here?" he asked, staring at them.
"Just getting some fresh air." Chris lied. "What's up?"
"Gwen wanted me to get you. She said something is happening downstairs, but didn't elaborate." Duncan said. They ran back downstairs and joined the others
"What is it? What's happening?" asked Chris looking wildly around the room. Gwen looked at him and stepped aside, revealing the empty beds that had contained the bodies of Heather, D.J., and Bridgette.
"They're gone!" said Chris, horrified. "Someone jacked their bodies. But who? How? We had this room secured at all times."
"Well, your close Chris old buddy." said a voice from the shadows. "The room was always secured, but someone did jack the bodies."
"Who? Who did it?" Chris asked, nearly hysterical.
"We did." said D.J., stepping out of the shadows. "We stole our own bodies back." He smiled and moved aside, revealing Bridgette and Heather, both of whom were also once again among the living.
"And we have a surprise." said Bridgette, with a smile. And with that, Harold, Katie, Justin, and Trent walked out of the shadows on the other side of the room. Gwen's breath caught in her chest. Sadie gasped. And LeShawna asked, "How is this possible? Your bodies were incinerated, how did you come back?"
"David Luminous has the ability to reconstruct bodies." said Trent. "So, even if your body is destroyed, he can put your soul back in."
"I don't care how it's done. I'm just glad you're all back." said Gwen, embracing Trent.
"Yeah, now all we need to do is get Owen, Zeke, and Eva back and we'll all be alive again." said Geoff, who was holding Bridgette.
"Oh, I have a feeling they'll be back." said Justin. "We saw them just before we returned and I think it's a fair bet to say we'll all soon be back from the dead."
"Well, let's hope so." said Chris. "Because the end of this war is almost upon us and we'll need everyone there for the final battle."
A/N: And there you go. I told you I'd bring them all back, well okay, I haven't brought them all back, yet. But seeing as how I just killed Zeke, Owen, and Eva in the last chapter, it makes sense to wait a couple of chapters to bring them back. And The Miz on TDI, Hero Skillet, whatever your name is (you keep changing it on me) I know how much you want Zeke to get more air time, but it's not gonna happen much in this fic. However, if you want to see Zeke in action, read the sequels to this fic, you know, once I actually get them posted. Thanks for the comments everyone, and please leave more... Oh, and one more thing, STOP COMPLAINING ABOUT DORIAN! I know he's an asshole, he's the fucking villian. He's SUPPOSED to be a dick. And he will get what's coming to him.
