DISCLAIMER: Ok. Camp Rock characters aren't mine…yadda….yadda…however, Linda, Mary and Collin are mine. Oh. And the dog is too (hee hee hee).

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Linda looked on in horror as the thugs picked up Nate and tossed him out window. The thugs smiled and walked towards the door. Linda, eyes burning, turned her head to look at Caitlyn.

"You witch!" she cried, getting up and running toward Caitlyn. Caitlyn looked startled for a moment, but then grinned as the largest of the three brutes came forward and kicked her in the gut. Linda doubled over in pain and moaned as he body hit the cold, stone floor.

"Tsk, tsk, Linda," Caitlyn said, chuckling. "That should teach you not to go about calling people names. You could get hurt."

Caitlyn whispered into the ear of the closest man. He smiled and rounded his followers up, leading them out the door with a smug look on his face. Caitlyn turned back to Linda and grinned.

"Now, dear, have any preferences for how you would like to die?"

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"This is stupid, Shane," Mitchie whispered as they sat in a plane, bound for England. Shane said nothing, instead continuing to stare out the tiny side window at the last golden rays of sunlight that were inching out of sight. Mitchie reached over and shut the plastic shade closed.

"Shane? Hello? I'm trying to talk to you."

Shane started and then relaxed as his eyes made contact with Mitchie's.

"Sorry, Mitch. What'd you say?"

"I said this is stupid," she repeated, rolling her eyes. "First of all, we don't know if he actually is in England. Second of all, if he is there, we don't know where the heck he is!"

Shane sighed.

"Mitch, I know you feel like this is stupid, and you have good reason too. But you have to trust me."

Mitchie looked away, but Shane took her head and forced her to look directly into his eyes. She started to cry.

"Shane, I'm so worried. What if we don't find him?"

"We'll find him," Shane stated.

"But-"

"We'll find him."

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The middle-age man whistled as he walked past the old castle towards the gorge he made it a point to walk to every day or so.

"Better than sitting around all day looking like an over heated tub of lard," his wife had said when she first brought up the idea. That was five years ago and now he was nice and lean.

As he rounded the bend that led into the gorge, his dog started to bark furiously. The man bent down and started rubbing the ears of the animal.

"What's wrong, Clover?" he asked in a thick, Yorkshire accent. The dog leapt out of his arms and sped towards a pile of rocks on the other side of the gorge, towards the castle. The man looked over at him curiously. Sighing, he started to make his way over. As he arrived at where the dog was, he froze. There, lying on the mound of sharp stones, lay a young man.

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Mary cupped her hand over her eye to block the setting sun and scanned the horizon for her husband.

"Where could he have got to this time?" she muttered to herself. She turned back to the door and was about to re-enter the house when the dog that Collin had left home began to bark. Mary twisted back and saw the outline of her husband carrying something, or someone, on his back. Mary all but tumbled off the porch and hurried towards her husband.

"Collin!" she cried. As she reached him, she made out the lump of a human being on his back to be a teenage boy. "Whatever happened?" she asked, concerned.

Collin told her about walking down past the castle and finding the young man in the gorge.

"Gracious me," she mumbled as they lay him down on some cushions, once they had reached the porch. Collin was bent over the boy, checking for signs of life. A few moments later, Collin looked up at Mary, pain creasing his face.

"Is he alive?" Mary asked nervously.

YOU will have to find out later. And yes. The boy IS Nate (other wise, why would Collin and Mary even be IN this story?)

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