Colsen woke to Melissa saying "No. No. Stop. I will slap you if you don't stop messing with me. I AM TRYING TO PLAY MARIO, GO PLAY SOCCER WITH YOURSELF TOMMY!" in her sleep. Repeatedly. Melissa's eyes shot open and she jolted upwards, breathing heavily.
"Who's Tommy?" Colsen asked causally, sitting up in the bed.
Melissa cracked a smile. "No idea, but whoever he was, he was super annoying!"
Laughing, Colsen looked at their surroundings suspiciously. They were in some kind of military hospital, laying in two of the beds that lined the wall. "Where are we?" Melissa shrugged, not showing any worry since they were safe. He wasn't convinced, though. Colsen tried to stand up, only to fall right back down on his bed. "Careful, you two aren't ready to move to much yet," said T as she walked into the infirmary. "Here, Melissa," T said, handing a flask of water to Melissa "you lost a lot of blood outside the fence."
Melissa took the flask and drank like she hadn't in months. "What is this place?" Colsen asked. T smiled, but not a real smile. "You'll find out soon enough."
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March Of The Cyclops
Teen FictionI wish I could tell you that everything that happened was an accident. But I can't, because it wasn't. Everything that happened on the night of January 19th was planned. Oh, how I wish I could have done SOMETHING to stop it. T and the rest of t...
