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Chapter Nine: Close Encounter

The trees grew closer and closer. No matter how hard I tried to change my direction, I continued to fall directly at the trees. I was mere feet from the top branches when I was hit from the side. Mark had flown down sideways aiming at me, with just enough force to throw me away from the trees. With Mark clinging to my shoulders my general direction was changed. Once I was safely heading toward the meadow, he released himself and pulled his own parachute. I landed on the ground near Amy just as Mark came in for a graceful landing. "Tha-" I started, but was cut off when Mark yelled at Amy and I to follow him into the woods.

             I ran toward the trees not daring to look behind me. I could hear Gunther and Dr. Clery running behind us yelling at Mark for betraying them. Mark led us further into the woods. I grasped Amy's hand and kept running. After a while, she started to slow down and became very pale, so I pulled her onto my back and followed Mark. I could still hear noises from behind. But now it sounded like four-wheelers instead of feet. I ran faster. Mark led us on without stopping. The trees and brush became thicker as we entered the center of the forest. We came upon a clearing and I suggested we stop and rest. Mark shook his head and continued to the right. We slowed to a walk but didn't stop. Mark had this concentrated look on his face as he walked on kicking dandelions. All the sudden he stopped and smirked. He gave a soft tap to a white dandelion. But instead of dying, like the rest, the dandelion flipped to the ground with a faint click. Mark gave me a mysterious smile and motioned for us to follow.

            A little ways away, a cave was placed in the middle of a brush surrounded clearing. Inside the cave, was a stone set of stairs leading into the ground.

            "Follow me." Mark said walking down the steps, flipping a switch on the wall as he went. There was a grinding noise as the opening to the stairs disappeared. At the end of the stairs there was a small metal panel on the wall. Mark placed his hand on the middle of the plate.

            "Mark Ridge, with Amy and Alexis Luny." Mark said slowly.

             "Welcome home." Came a robotic woman's voice from the panel. The wall slid open, reveling a modern living room and kitchen. "Welcome home Allie." Mark said with a smile as he flopped down on the white couch flinging his feet up on the cocktail table.