Hey guys!... I know that I've been away for a long time, (a few months...) and I apologize for leaving things so abruptly and unfinished. But I needed a break, and then I was just... unmotivated for a long time, and then school started stressing me out beyond belief. I found this chapter on my computer, and decided that you all deserved an update. Hope you enjoy, and I'm sorry if it's a little choppy...

Sam/Silver-

"Is this really necessary?" She asked, as he opened the car door. She mimicked the action.

"Of course. How else do you plan to prove yourself to a master like me?" His smirk infuriated her. He'd subjected her to a seven hour road trip, refusing to divulge a single detail of where they were going. Only smirking as she tried to work things out by the road signs they passed.

"Geez, I don't know!" She said snippily, crossing her still fragile arms over her chest. This was getting on her last nerve. Silver's last nerve... Sam corrected silently, feeling a little too in the moment.

Silver had to be everything that Samantha wasn't. Overly confident no matter the circumstance, whereas Sam had temporary confidence lapses, especially after something Clover did. Sloppy where Sam was meticulate. Loud where Sam was nervously quiet.

Flirtatious in clothing and attitude where Clover had called Sam a prude.

"Silver!" Scam's annoyed voice pulled Sam from her thoughts.

"What?" She asked, keeping her voice vague. Her eyes turned to study the clearing they'd stopped in.

"Stop floating into lalaland, and listen. Or you're already as good as dead." He crossed his arms over his chest, staring her down.

"Aww, does Scammie care about lil ol' me?" She said, sending him a flirtatious smirk. His expression became blank, before he smirked back.

"Oh no, I only thought that out of the goodness of my black heart that I should warn you, but you obviously know better." His eyes seemed to contain some evil glee, and she knew something was up.

"Warn me about what exactly?"

"Now that would just ruin all the fun, now wouldn't it Sa-Silver?" His smirk didn't falter, and she believed that she had imagined his almost slip of tongue. Deja vu enveloped her, as she remembered that when they used to face down, her as herself, this was ususally when he revealed the trap, or the catch.

"This isn't fun." She said, resisting the urge to frantically search for said traps.

"Not yet at least. Enjoy yourself." He mock saluted her, getting back in his black car. She started back towards the passenger seat, but he pealed out of the clearing.

Leaving her standing in the near center of the clearing. Sam heard a click come in succession from the closest ten trees surrounding her. Quickly, her emerald eyes hit the ground, finding rope at the base of each tree.

"Damn it..." Sam muttered under her breath, stepping carefully backwards, she heard another click, this one under her feet. She turned and ran, hearing arrows zip through the air like death's messengers.

As one passed dangerously close to her head, one of her legs poked into something. Suddenly, her leg collapsed, and she fell. An arrow made a final sound of squelching into flesh, a gasp escaping her throat.

oOo

Woohp agents swarmed the villa, emptying the room. Sam's room. It was almost as if she was dead with all the morose people in black around.

"How could she?" Alex's voice was like a broken record, the same question being endlessly repeated under her breath for half an hour. But now she was starting to rise in volume, and Clover shifted irritantly, her face making many of the unidentifiable agents back away.

"I don't know Alex! Ok? I. JUST. DON'T. KNOW. WHY." Clover enunciated, not caring how tears started to leak down Alex's face. "Sam's dead Alex, so learn to deal with it." She said quietly, before turning and quickly leaving the room.

oOo

She grunted with pain, only her mantra and need for accomplishment keeping her limping along. I hate Scam. I hate Scam. I'm going to end him once and for all, I just have to do this. I hate Scam. I hate-

Another patch of grass broke under her leg, except this time, it wasn't a fox trap waiting for her. It was a table, with a hard metal chair in an underground cavern.

"Silver, I see you lived through part one of your exam. Part two is just as fun." His smirk filled the screen in front of her. "Enjoy."

"I hate you so much." She muttered, pulling pine needles from her hair, and trying to reinsert feeling into her leg. The trapdoor above her slid shut, and a doorway opened in front of her instead.

"Great." She muttered, sliding into a musty dirt floor hallway. And then she heard it. He was trying to bury her alive. Bastard. With a sigh, she grabbed the strategically placed torch, and poured on the vial of chemicals she found in the logistic puzzle.

And then the onslaught of dirt covered her whole.

This couldn't be the end of it, could it? No, he was too evil to let her win like this. The remote sat in the middle of the clearing, obviously beckoning to her in a halo of light from broken tree branches.

She squinted in search of cables running up or around the trees, and was greeted by nothing.

But nothing was this easy, right?

To clarify, Clover and Alex do know Sam isn't actually dead, but they feel like the Sam they knew is. Plus, that amount of blood, and her mysterious disappearance is enough to ask questions on survival.

Hope you enjoyed! I have to decide whether or not I'm going to explicitly explain what her test was, or just skip ahead to the evil! :-D Mwhahaha! Let me know what you think.