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Chapter two

I groaned quietly as someone nudged me awake roughly. "Max, wake up!" A familiar voice whispered harshly. I turned away in reluctance, but the boy just grabbed my shoulders and forced me to my feet. Grumbling, I mumbled under my breath and blinked my eyes open, only to scream in fear.

"Where the heck am I?" I shriek, backing up. I'm in a dark, grimy sewer standing in a puddle of liquid. Dripping water echoes off the walls, and I won't even try to describe the smell. It almost seems like I'm in the game... but that's impossible. Right?

"Don't you even care who I am? Sam? The guy who was shot dead twice?" The guy who is apparently 'Sam; mutters. He has light brown hair and hazel eyes, cute in a little brother way- or I guess in this case, big brother since he's at least five inches taller than me.

I stared at him blankly, trying to figure out how he was here with me.

"No, not really." Another guys snaps. This one looks anything but brotherly. Midnight black orbs glare at everything, slightly obscured by black hair.

"I'm really hoping you're not Fang." I muttered, glaring at the guy for snapping at Sam. Sure it's weird he's here, but he's still my friend.

"He is! To tell you the truth, he's a lot hotter than I thought he'd be. I mean, what gamer is hot? That's just weird. But it's even weirder that we're here. One minute I'm sleeping on an air mattress on Angel's floor, the next I'm in this place! We were going to have pancakes for breakfast! Pancakes! I blame you!" This is all said by a mocha skinned girl I'm guessing is Nudge. At the end of her rant, she points at a blonde haired girl who's probably Angel.

"Me?" Angel scoffs. "Puh-lease. though only thing that's my fault is the fact I let you go out in public wearing that dress! I should've burned it when I had the chance!"

Nudge gasps. "That dress is Gucci! And you know you're just jealous because that guy at the food court winked at me and not you."

Angel opens her mouth to respond but I cut her off. "So, what's going on?" I asked, glancing at the two boys who are just staring at me with curiosity as if they've never seen a girl before. The taller one was a strawberry blonde with crystal blue eyes and a minor acne problem that somehow managed to look good on him while the other had bleach blond hair and ocean blue eyes, with a major case of freckles.

"Well, from what the rest of us have gathered while you were asleep," The blonde one begins with a pointed look in my direction, "We all fell asleep and somehow got transported into the game."

"Right, that's totally the obvious solution. I mean, what would make more since, oh I don't know, something realistic?" I asked, and Sam smirked.

"I tried to tell them that, but they still have this crazy idea a video game sucked us up like a vacuum."

"Okay, what's your idea then?" Fang snaps.

"My idea? It's that you're responsible! I don't know how, I don't know where, but I know you're going to try and kill me before this day is over and somehow this is all your fault!" Sam growls and I laugh quietly at his temper towards Fang. These two are gonna get into it in a minute.

"Oh, yeah. That's definitely it. I'm planning your assassination as we speak!" Fang glares fiercely at Sam, and Sam tries to glare back but it isn't really working for him.

"You probably are! You hate me for no reason whatsoever!" Sam insists, giving up on trying to glare well.

"Oh, I have a reason..." Fang mutters.

"And what would that be?" Sam asks, tapping his foot impatiently as he crosses his arms.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe that you're a complete waste of space? You can't even fire your gun right!"

"Oh you wanna see me fire a gun right? The first time I do will be the last time you see the frea-king light of day!"

"I highly doubt that." Fang retorts with a roll of his eyes.

"You wanna bet on it Emo boy?" Sam snarls, reaching for his gun. Before I even know it, both of mine are out and pointed at each boy. I was not going to have anyone try to kill anyone right now.

"Come on, Max! Just one shot." Sam pleads, reading my mind.

"Sorry Sammy boy. I'd love to shoot his head off as much as you, but I have to admit he's got a pretty good aim and we could use him for if any of the enemies come along." I said mockingly, as to point out the idea we were in a videogame was absurd.

"Oh, my god! Will you three just shut up? I thought we already had this talk. Fang, Sam, tension, blah blah blah! Just get over it already!" Nudge snaps.

"What do you think I'm trying to do?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, you guys just need to cut it out already." Nudge says awkwardly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Hey, I'm never the one who starts it." Fang muttered, and even before Sam opened his mouth, I saw it coming.

"You're always the one who starts it!" Sam yells, throwing up his arms.

"Correction, I'm always the one who finishes it." With that Fang pulls out a gun and shoots, and I barely have any time to yank Sam out of the way so only his arm gets hit.

"What the heck!" Sam shouts as he puts his hand over his arm, which is now gushing blood.

"Sorry, I was originally aiming for your heart." Fang growls, to which I glare daggers at him while Sam whimpers in pain.

"So, do you believe our video game theory now?" Angel asks.

"Nope. But I'm gonna pretend I do so you stop nagging me about it." I mumble, pulling Sam's arm over towards me. He flinched and I rolled my eyes. "Oh come on, my brother was in the army, I know how to fix up injuries."

"Aren't you going to need bandages or something?" Gazzy asks.

"If we are really in a videogame, we don't have that stuff." Sam tells me quietly and I think for a minute before pulling off my black hoodie and ripping it up.

"Well, we'll have to make due with what we do have." I grunt out, as I begin wrapping the strips around Sam's arm.

When I was done Sam sent me a grateful smile and I let myself grin back before turning to everyone else. "Okay so, if we are really in a videogame, our best option is to stick together and watch each other's back. Cause when you die, you go right back to your starting point. And none of us want to do that."

Nudge speaks up. "But what if... you don't go back to your starting point. What if you really..." She trails off, then drags a finger across her neck.

"Well, who would like to test Nudge's theory?" I asked, and looked around, waiting for a volunteer. When no one did, I spoke up. "Well, I guess we're not going to find out then, are we?"

"But what if-" Nudge begins, but I cut her off by putting my hand over her mouth. I give her a pointed look, and slowly take my hand off her mouth.

"Let's not think about that, okay?" I say a little kinder than before. "We're all going to make it through this."

Nudge nods, and we set off. The tunnels don't look much different than they do in person, and we have no trouble navigating them. When we reach a crossroad, I prepare myself for a fight from Fang, but he strangely follows my lead. Weird.

After a few more turns with very little said by Fang, we run into some enemy soldiers. I scream in surprise and book it to the back of the group where Fang happens to be, almost knocking him over.

He catches me by my shoulders, and sets me back on my feet. I took a breath and tried to pretend I did not just scream and run away like a terrified three year old. Then, almost in sync, we draw out our guns, and start firing. The others do the same, but fighting the enemy seems harder than it did when we weren't in the game.

"Guys! This isn't working that well!" Iggy shouts. We've only taken four out of fifteen down, and they're only advancing on us.

"We need a new plan! Firing at random isn't going to help." Fang says, glancing over at Sam, who can barely hold up his gun.

I debate whether or not to snap at Fang. Sam has at least hit the enemy, maybe not kill shots, but every shot he at least gets a limb. Then I decide against it, deciding Nudge will just yell at me about it yet again.

Instead, Sam does it for me. "What do you suggest we do then, since you know everything about everything?"

Fang opened his mouth to respond, but I spoke up before he could. "We need to call a truths if just for until we get out of here okay?"

Both of the boys agree, Sam more eagerly, hoping to get on my good side. Now that we're actually working as a team, we start taking out more of the enemy, but it's still not enough. And I really don't want to find out what happens if one of us dies.

"Guys, we have to run for it!" I call out over the gunshots.

I pull out my hoverboard, keeping my gun out, and jump on it. I hear Fang whistle and turn to him questioningly. He just smirks and crosses his arms for a moment. In a minute I hear a vicious roar coming down the tunnel. Instinctively, I think the worst, but within a couple minutes a pitch black motorcycle rolls up and stops right in front of Fang,

"Whoa." I mutter. "I gotta get one of those." He chuckled and nodded.

"They are pretty cool." With that he hops on, takes down one last enemy, and takes off.

"Let's get out of here!" I call, and everyone agrees, hopping on their mode of transportation and taking off after Fang.

We travel through the tunnels, avoiding anything that sounds like a person or enemy. Fang leads the way, and I let him, instead taking the back next to Sam.

"So,what do you think we have to do to get out of here?" He asked casually after we all slowed to a normal speed.

"To tell you the truth, I don't know. Maybe complete the game?" I say, shrugging.

"But it even said on the cover this game was almost impossible to defeat!"

"Keyword's almost, Sammy boy."

"I guess. But the only people here who could beat this game is Fang or you." Sam insists.

"Hey, we're a team. If one of us makes it, we all make it."

"I hope so. I'm not sure how far I'll get though." He mumbles.

"Okay, enough of this pity party." I say with a roll of my eyes.

"Yeah, it's depressing." Gazzy says from just in front of us.

Sam rolls his eyes. "Gee, tha-" He starts, before he knocks into Gazzy, who suddenly stopped. I look ahead of him to see that everyone else has too.

"What is it?" I ask, and what I see utterly surprises me.

And that's a wrap! And now for my favorite part of a chapter- author note time! Hopefullly this one will be shorter than the last. What are you talking about? The readers love the AN's! No, they love ME. Oh, sure. You keep on thinking that. I think we all know that it's ME that keeps them coming back. Whatever floats your boat. Anyways, onto the Song of the chapter before we get to cra cra

Song of Chapter:

Deja Vu By: 3OH!3

Because Max thinks where she's at is in the game so it's like 'I've seen this all before' and stuffles.

Question of the day:

On a scale of one to ten, how bad do you look in a hairnet? Cuz, lets face it, everyone looks bad in one of those.

I'm pretty sure I'm a... seven. I look horrible in with those on. What about you, Porkchop?

Five.

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