PROLOGUE

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*Christians POV*

There was fire everywhere. The smoke knocked me out. I thought i would never see her again.

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I opened my eyes groggily and there she was, sitting by my bedside in a white plastic hospital chair. There were machines beeping beside me and I immediately knew I was in a hospital and I would be fine. Or I hoped I would be.

"What-How did you know?" I stammered weakly.

"Oh you're awake! I got a call from the...um..the hospital." she replied. There was something wrong with her. Something was bothering her. In all the years I knew her; she never stuttered. Ever.

"Savannah is everything okay?" I asked.

"Yep!" she replied.

*Savannahs POV*

He was finally awake and I mentally sighed a relief. He looked at me questioningly. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing.....When can I leave?" he asked.

"Soon." I replied. That was all I said and I knew that was a mistake. A big mistake. The doctor walked in, looked at me and nodded. I nodded back and slipped out of the room and walked to the restrooms, went to aisle 7 which was labelled as a supply closet. As soon as the coast was clear, I punched in my code on the mini keypad. I had to wait two seconds while the scanners read my finger prints. 

Once the door unlocked, I quickly entered the dull, bleak and empty room. Aisle 7 was never a supply closet. It was a room in the hospital with an elevator down to a secret basement that led to the secret service. There were a bunch of these around the city. I pressed the button and waited for the elevator to come. When it opened, I stepped into the brightly lit and mirrored interior. 


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