The Collaboration Files

This is a collaborative story my freind and I are doing. It'll go all over the place, maybe, but It's gonna end up cool or random or both! Hope you like it!

Ah, and it also has Artemis Fowl in it. Just a tiny story me and cupycakes are tinkering with.

~Birch Light

UPDATE

Hey, Birch here. I think I might have written that two years ago... Wow. Time sure flies.

Anywho, wow. We've gotten a lot of great feedback on this story, and so, hey, sequels! Hope you all enjoy this story, and stick with us if you choose to read more!

Thanks again!

-Birch

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Birch's POV

Through the mass of crimson, I could make out the pale arm poking from the ruins.

"Den!?" I managed to cough out. My chest and legs throbbed with pain, and I knew that something had fallen on them. Dust choked the air, making it hard to breathe. What had just happened? I breathed in and out, small breaths, and then coughed violently. The smoke and plaster dust rushed into my mouth, coating my throat.

I'm going to die. I thought, and I'll never find my true body.

10 days earlier...

I was sitting on the couch, on Wattpad. Normal night- homework was done, the sky was darkening, and it was the beginning of the lovely summer months.

And then a huge, burly Eurasian man burst through my living room door.

Splinters of wood flew in every which direction. I began to type to my friend online, cupycakes, telling her of the event, scared out of my wits, when the man smashed his fist into our television. My only thought was, 'What? Why the TV?'. He executed the move with utmost precision and professional calmness. Meanwhile, the living room was covered with wood bits and glass shrapnel littering the floor. While I sized up the ginormous man, Cupycakes had been posting over and over on the chat: RUN!!

I ran.

Hoisting the laptop over my shoulder, I sprinted upstairs to my room, locked the door, gave Izzy (Cupycakes) a quick breifing, and pushed my bookcase against the door. Guessing at how easily the man had smashed through my front door, I pushed my hermit crab's old cage against there too, and then the huge plywood box I had gotten for my crab's cage. An earth-shattering boom echoed through the room, and I knew the man was trying to get in. All the furniture rattled. Then the door split open.

My room has two doors, one in the back, one in the front. My bass is in the back and the one I was by, the front. Useless as these would be in a zombie apocalypse, they were also useless now.

With a nasty crack, the door nearly split in half, and for a split second, I watched as my string bass teetered and fell to the floor, a nasty crack coming from it. Then, the humongous dude was in my room. He scooped me up, and carried me out through the hole in the back door. All the while, I was punching his back and trying to get a good kick in. I knew in my brain that resistance was futile.

Then I got a text.

Confused, I pulled the phone out of my pocket and looked at the screen

Don't struggle so hard, it read, You wouldn't want a dart in the neck, would you?

I looked at my captor, who was heading downstairs to the living room.I texted back, Who is this?

I'm the mastermind of this plan. And you and your friend have been hiding for far too long.

Hiding? Friend?

Yes. And Liz, your friend- it is time to face the truth. You are coming with me.

To where?

You'll know in a few minutes. Sweet dreams.

I didn't get a chance to text back because the Eurasian man had gone back outside, where I saw a chopper. I quickly texted Liz, cupycakes, and gave her the gist of it.

Liz. They're taking me in a chopper. They think I'm hiding something! They're going to come for you. Be ready.

The man handed me off to another guy in the chopper, who strapped me into one of the chairs.  I kept my phone hidden in the palm of my hand.

Liz texted me back.

What's going on?

With a quick glance, the only thing I could type was Dart gun,  before there was a sudden, loud hiss, a pain in my neck, and then the world dissolved into black.