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Chapter 4

Megan's POV

"What do you mean the power isn't coming back on?" I fight back a scream.

Panic rushes through my head. What's happening? Why is the power off in the first place? Where is the source? Will I ever finish my X Files episode?

"Duller..?" I ask.

"Call me Kaleb," he responds.

I punch his chest, and he staggers back with the impact. But he comes back towards me. The only reason I knew that is the fact that he was ridiculously warm, and I could feel his body heat...

Hot, I dare say.

"Come with me," he says as he grabs my hand and starts to lead me away.

I immediatly pull back, and almost lose him in the pandemonium.

"Megan, I need you to come with me!" He shouts.

"Where?"

"My dorm!"

That causes me to cringe. I think back to the first time I went to a boys dorm room. It did not end well.

"Megan!"

I stagger forward, and feel a strong hand around my arm. It guides me forward, and I can barely keep up with the pace.

But the hand feels different. Its rougher, and slightly larger. I try to yank my arm away, but the hand keeps a firm grip.

"Kaleb!" I scream.

The hand slams me into the wall, and I feel hot breath in my face.

I spit on my assailant, and he scoffs, spitting back.

His hand reaches up towards my neck, and puts me in a death grip. The breath in my lungs becomes sparser with each second that passes. The mysterious, terrifying assailant begins speaking.

"Megan Rider," it says in a disguised voice, "What do you know about The Movement?"

"The what?" I choke out.

"I know you know about The Movement. Tell me what you know."

"Kaleb!" I choke out, "Help!"

The grip hardens on my throat, and I can no longer breathe.

"Comply, or there will be consequences."

"FOR YOU!" Kaleb screams, and knocks the man out cold.

I probably would've stared in astonishment if I could see.

But I can't. Which kinda sucks.

Kaleb grabs my hand again and I almost trip over the body on the floor.

"What the hell is happening?"

Kaleb stays quiet as he drags me through the crowds. We weave in and out of the people, stumbling and tumbling through the halls.

Finally we reach his dorm. How he knew it was his dorm, I don't know. But somehow, he knew.

He shoved me in, almost knocking me on my butt. Emphasis on almost.

"Whats 'The Movement'?"

Kaleb exhales loudly and drags his hand through his hair, which I assume he does by the sound of ruffling hair.

He grabs something on his counter and flicks it on. The flashlight sputters a bit, and dimly lights up the room.

He paces back and forth, muttering under his breath. His feet slap the ground, and I hear shuffling outside the door.

"We don't have much time to talk. But I'll tell you everything I know."

"Damn right you will..."