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Chapter three- I (possibly) go to prison

Oh shit. There are prison guards here to capture me and take me to the mad house. Wait, why would I be going there? I think to myself. I needn't have worried, the men just helped Blake and I carry the still unconscious Caspian on the stretcher and in through the barbed wire gate.

As we went into the compound, I noticed a huge change. I gasped at the magnificent buildings in front of me. They were white marble, with columns and everything, reminiscent of Greek temples and palaces. There was an amphitheatre, some playing fields and sports courts, even a more modern looking concert hall, mosh pit included. The buildings looked just like Greek buildings would've if they had been properly taken care of. It was stunning. The flower beds buzzed with butterflies and bees, the air positively humming with activity.  "Welcome home.” was all Kat had to say.  "I hope you like it here." Nisha said.  "Small question, where do I stay?" I mused.  "you can bunk with me if you like. " Joni said sheepishly. It was the first thing she'd said to me, and I was surprised at how sweet her voice was. Then, my little daydream was over, and the grey clad guards were taking Caspian away from me. I chased after them, Blake following me closely behind. 

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Ifollowed them into one of the marble temples, and the door swung shut in front of me. I pounded on the door, rage building up inside me. I needed to get in there, to make sure Caspian was alright. It was only fair, it was my fault. I wish this had never happened. But my remorse wouldn’t change anything, so I channelled all my anger, rage and pain into my one good kick. I hit the door with a large thud, but it doesn’t do anything. Crap! I need to get this thing open soon, I don’t know or trust what they are going to do to Caspian. I know what happened to him is my fault, and mine alone. How could I be so stupid? Without my knowing, Blake has snuck up next to me, and he is fiddling with the lock, twisting and turning something in it. The door swings open, and Blake looks at my expression before shrugging.

“What? You said you wanted it open soon. Now let’s go!” He grabs my hand, dragging me along behind him. I stumble, and run, catching up with him, matching his pace. I forgot he could read my thoughts. Damn.

He leads me through hallway after hallway, twisting and turning around corners, until we reach a bleached white room. He stops short, and I run into him. He puts a finger to his lips, and I nod discreetly, my long black hair swooshing around my back and shoulders as I do so. We walk quietly into the room, and Blake’s clothes suddenly change. The hoodie and old, torn jeans are replaced with a crisp clean doctor’s uniform, bearing a logo I don’t recognise. I look down and expect to be back in a gross hospital gown, but instead I am in clean, crisp white pants, and a loose t-shirt, white as well. He took me down a hallway and sat me down in a wheelchair, proceeding to tell me not to talk, and to just play along.

He wheeled me along a couple more deserted corridors, until we came to this one door.  As we went in, I saw a bustling scene, doctors and nurses everywhere. Blake wheeled me in, looking like he did this all the time. More than a couple staff nodded politely at him as he passed, and a couple actually bowed. I swivelled around and got a glimpse of his name tag. Chief of medicine? You work here? I directed my thoughts to Blake.

Yes I do. Now turn back around and look out for Caspian. Blake’s voice appeared in my head. I nodded slightly, my eyes searching every room we passed for the familiar figure. Doctors, patients and nurses were everywhere, the building practically abuzz with activity.

Hey Blake, how did you do that thing with my clothes? I asked him through thoughts.

Hmm? Oh, you do realise you’re not the only magical one here, right? I could hear the smothered laughter in his mind-voice thing. He turned into a room, where an awful sight met my eyes.

It was Caspian. And he was dead.

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oki, sorry, short update after such a long wait, but im pretty sure no-one minds. (except Pickle, my editor. but she can wait :P)if you find any mistakes anywhere at all, please point them out and i will fix them. possibly. if i ever get around to it. i love feedback, so any comments or votes would be awesome. always makes my day when i get the email saying "people commented on your story!"

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