"What does she mean, 'Stay here'? We can't just wait!" Someone says from the back. A reply comes harshly. "We can and we will." I sit back nervously. Nobody speaks. My heart pounds against my chest. Squeaks come from the shaft, I keep looking to see if the wood plank will appear with Chare on top telling us everything is okay, but she didn't. We all wait impatiently. We finally see her climb out the back and everyone takes a breath of relief. Until she moves aside and reveals a boy. Around my age. He was tall and had brown hair pushed out of his eyes with gel. His wide, grey eyes observed the room. Nothing was said. Chare looked upset and uncomfortable. She clears her throat and steps aside. "Everyone." She glances around, taking in everyone's confused faces. "This is Marc. He is now one of us." Questions and accusations flied towards Chare and Marc in an instant. She weaves through the disgruntled crowd toward me. Marc looked lost. I felt sorry for him. Chare places her head on my shoulder and starts sighing. "I don't know what to do." "What happened?" I shifted so Chare would have no choice but to look up at me. Her eyes were full of sorrow and I decided not to push the answer. I nod my head knowingly and wrapped her in a hug. She starts tearing up. I want to ask so badly what had happened but I don't. Marc slides through the outraged group of people. "I don't understand why they are so mad. They got here the same way he did. I guess not the exact, same but still. He doesn't deserve such harsh words. I expected to see fright in his eyes, but he just looked exhausted." I think. Chare pulls away from my embrace so fast I lose my balance. She had the undeniable expression on her face. She had an idea.
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RandomDarkness envelopes me. My breathing is short and harsh. I feel my heart thumping in my chest. My arms are wrapped around my knees. I feel moisture fall on my cheeks. A soft cloth brushes against my shoulders. Leather punctures my spine. I peer throu...
