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Henry guessed that he had been locked up in the chamber for quite some time. He didn't care though, he deserved it. The people who had took him, had left Savanna where she was, saying it was for his own good. What good did it do. He now hated them with every particle of his body. Him too. They had taken away what he was surviving for: Savanna. Why? For pleasure? But he hated himself too, for letting him be taken away, for leaving Savanna behind, for starting this whole thing. Then he realized what he was thinking. A brave new look washed over his face. He started this, it was his job to end it. But first he would need need to figure out where the heck he was and get out of there. Finally he spotted a paper clip. Perfect for picking locks to evil chambers.

      Savanna cried as a sharp pain raced across her arm. What had happened, and where was Henry? She was confused, yet thoughtful. Although she couldn't really think with pain. It hurt so bad, she wanted it to stop. Another flash of pain on her spine, this time she cried out. The moment she did she realized she shouldn't have.
"Your a noisy one, aren't you? Well let's see about why you did. There is no one out here. Just you and I kid."
She shuddered. Her captors voice was nazily, and weird. Without a thought on what she was about to do, she jabbed her elbow. By the way he suddenly dropped to the ground, she knew she hit home. But she also knew that it wouldn't be forever, she couldn't do a victory dance now. Savanna still had to get out of where she was and find Henry. She spotted an empty Helicopter, slightly smashed, but still usable. She ran up to it. Good, it still had a key. Savanna got in, since she had no idea how to pilot a helicopter, she randomly pressed buttons till' it started. As its engine roared to life, she smiled for the first time in a long while. She was in for a wild ride. And she was. She was also up in the air. Having no idea how to pilot, she sailed on in hopes of finding someone who could. She looked through the windows of the helicopter. Where else would she see this view?

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