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Chapter 23

Mark's POV

I blacked out. I felt myself being dragged somewhere, but where? I heard the smooth rumbling of an engine. I was being taken somewhere. Then the rumbling stopped. I was waking up, but still, I couldn't move. I heard a door open, most likely the one to wherever I was at. I was half dragged, half picked up. My feet trailed behind me. Through my closed eyelids I could see something bright. The air was chilly, and sinister. I felt something. I was finally truly waking up. My red hair blew with the wind. I heard another door open, and was pulled inside.

My eyelids fluttered open. I pretended to still be passed out, finally remembering the situation I was previously in. I glanced to my left and saw Mallori, limp as a doll. She wasn't awake yet. Suddenly, she groaned. The guards dragging us gripped her harder. She was finally waking up. I shut my eyes for a few moments, hoping my terrible passed out acting would suffice. The guards dragged us both to the left. I opened my eyes once again, and saw Mallori glance at me. She looked back only with her eyes, and nodded slightly. I knew what she was going to do. I counted down, moving my mouth, but not speaking. 1....2....3...

We both sprang up like panthers, and attacked the guards. There was 8 of them altogether. I punched one in the face, and another in the groin. They both fell down, but it was only a matter of seconds before they got up. Mallori gave another guard a sidekick to the head, and knocked him out. We kept fighting, but it really wasn't any use. The overpowers us quickly. They grabbed me by the elbows and twisted them back. I was pinned to the ground. I yelped in pain, but I think Mallori got the worst of it. Blood was dripping from her shoulder, and I, from a cut on my right cheek.The remaining guards grabbed her by the hair, and shoved her to the ground. I saw her eyes glaze over.

"Mallori!" I screamed in anger, but the guards combined strength was too much for me to fight against. They beat her and I until we cooperated. "They'll have to see the boss later." One of the guards said. They picked us both up, me still fighting, and we arrived at a cell.

>•< Time Skip >•<

Mallori's POV

The last thing I remember was passing out. I woke up to see a man with bright, floofy red hair staring down at me. He was shouting a name I didn't recognize. I opened my eyes and he sighed with relief.

"Oh my god Mallori your okay!"
I sit up and he gingerly pulls me into a passionate hug.
"I swear I thought you were dead. Your eyes glazed over and I just-" I interrupted him.
"Um.. sorry to ask this but, who are you?"

The red haired man suddenly pulled out of the hug. His face went from a face of relief to pure concern and worry.
"Oh god. Mallori, what's the last thing you remember?"
"Who's Mallori? Am I Mallori?"

"Oh no.."
There was a tense silence between us.
"Okay, I'm going to start simple. My name is Mark."
Mark took a deep breath, and was trying his best to relax.
"And you, are Mallori. Now, answer as best as you can Mallori. What's the last thing you remember?" I closed my eyes and concentrated, trying to remember something, anything. But no memories surfaced. My breathing started to slowly quicken. "Mark.. I don't remember anything."

Mark stood up, apparently seething. He started pacing the room, clenching and unclenching his hands.
"Dam those guards. If they didn't slam her head into the ground... I swear I'm going to kill them." Mark muttered. My eyes followed his movements, and that's when I noticed we were in what appeared to be a blank room. The walls were a plain, solid, eerie white color. For some reason, there was black jail cell bars placed in front of the walls, separated by just a few inches. My breathing continued to quicken, and I was taking short, painfully quick and quiet breaths. I managed to spew out, "Mark.."

He turned to face me.
"Oh, Mallori." I was having a panic attack. Mark walked over to me. He sat down next to me, and put his arm around me.  Even though I don't know Mark, or at least remember him, I accepted his arm. I leaned into him, and he whispered soothing things to me. Later, I managed to calm down. "Thanks.. Mark." I sat up and looked into his eyes. He gave me an encouraging smile. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a camera in the corner. I turned my head to the corner. Mark saw the look on my face and turned around to see what I was looking at. "Mark."
"Yeah Mall?"
"We're being watched."
Suddenly, a sickly green gas filled the room, and I fell once again, into darkness.

DON'T WORRY GUYS I'M NOT DEAD PLEASE DO NOT KILL ME