Chapter 3 - On The Line

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- "What the...Mary, where are we?"

- "I'm not sure, I was just about to go to bed and...now I'm here. There's so many people here too..." She responds, uncertain.

- "Other people?"

The room was barely visible, due to how dim the lights were. Still, squinting your eyes you can make out the details. The wallpaper looked old and dirty, the boards of hardwood screeched as anxious boots and sneakers stomped all over them, and the roof reverberated the sounds of the wailing storm outside.

The ornate yet hard to see chandelier on the ceiling of the two-storied hall swayed slightly back and forth, as if waving to the guests. The long corridor stretched until it ended on a grand staircase, and big imposing doors lined on the sides of the hallway, one for each side.

The others wake up from their unconfortable slumber on the hard floor, looking around the hall for any answers to them being there, but they ended up with more questions than they had before.

- "Ugh...my head..." - Patrick sighs.

- "Patrick? You're here too?" - Mary gets up from her crouched position to face Patrick.

- "Mary? Cassidy?" - He looks around the room, gazing at the others.

- "Why are we all here?" - He asks, pausing for a moment.

- "Shit...what happened?"

- "Carla?" - Mary's eyes lit up - "Carla! How long it's been!" - She runs over to hug her.

- "Missed ya too, sis...did you bring us here?" - She didn't hug back, just looked at her embarassingly.

- "No...did the others?" - Mary points at the 12 other people in the room, who are either lying down or admiring the interior design.

- "Holy...that's a lot of people." - Carla gasps after looking around while Mary helps Cassidy up.

- "Whatever happened doesn't matter. We need to get out of here." - Patrick leads, helping his best friend Richard up.

- "Good luck with that...there's a terrible storm outside..." - Warns Alice, who joins the conversation.

- "Oh...right." He looks at her skeptically.

Patrick met Mary, Cassidy and some others during their high school years, and they became an inseparable team, always going together in all sorts of journeys and adventures. He feels skeptical around Alice, who he's never met before, but the girl looks at him a bit baffled, wondering if she said something wrong.

- "Has everyone woken up already?" Richard asks, rubbing his eyes.

- "Me and Jaiden have. Say, what's everyone doing here?" - Elijah says to his little cousin, who shrugs and goes off to explore.

- "That's a great question." - Mary expressed. - "It's clear someone brought us here and..huh?"

-  "Hm? What's up?" - Patrick questioned.

- "How did...I did not put on these clothes! And do I have make-up on?" She choked. Everyone looks down at their clothes, and sure enough, they are different than what they were wearing.

- "What the...I was just wearing pyjamas..." Damien remarked, anxiously.

- "Damien Whitley? Captain of the tennis team?" Chloe interrupts, walking from the corner of the room.

- "That's my man!" Elijah yells from the other side of the room.

As Patrick is leader of one group, Damien is leader of the other. During highschool, he and his group would go on several camping trips to the north, with the permission of their parents, of course. The difference between the two groups is that Damien's is a lot more divided, since the members have very different ways of thinking. They almost always seem to get back together though, almost.

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