Marcus

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Black below. Blue above. Ivy covered walls. A box.

I try to hold on, but my palms become sweaty. A noise from the opposite wall gains my attention. Something – blue and green – slithers across the wall. Suddenly it clicks. It's the small creature that tricked Newt a few weeks back.

Newt. It was all a set up.

Then my hands slip. I fall, trying to grab onto something but there's nothing there. Only black.

After what feels like an eternity of falling, I land inside of a plain white room.

All the walls, roof and floor are white tile. A startling change to the black I just left. A tile in the roof slide shut, stopping me from going back up.

A hissing noise distracts me. One of the larger wall tiles open.

"Hello Marcus." A woman – blonde hair and blue grey eyes – walks in.

"Where the shuck am I?" I start towards the woman.

"All in good time." She walks over and places a hand on my shoulder. "For now though, you just have to come with me."

Her hand on my shoulder, she directs me out of the room and into an equally blank hallway. 

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