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I must have fallen asleep before I even got to the car, because I woke up on the floor in a small white room. I should've been scared, but at first I think I was too groggy to realize it. There were two other people in the room, neither conscious. Both were men. I crawled over to them, since I wasn't strong enough to stand yet. They were both older than me, but still young. I guessed that they were in college, and probably in some sort of athletics, since they were both even buffer than Xan.

I shook the one closest to me. He was much bigger than the other one, and he reminded me a little of Xan because of his strawberry-blond hair. I shook him harder, and he began to slowly wake up. Finally he turned onto his stomach, and pushed himself up until he was sitting next to me. His blue eyes scanned the room quickly then stopped on me.

"Who are you? Why am I here?" he asked suspiciously.

"I don't know. I just woke up, and you two were here. I don't know where I am. They took my watch, so I don't even know what time it is. I don't know who that is either," I said, motioning to the smaller guy lying on the floor a few feet from us.

"I know who he is. He's my teammate, Shane Cresh. Coach called us in to talk to him, but he didn't tell us why. I thought it was because we were goofing off too much in practice but I guess we never even made it to his office. I don't remember anything after that. So, who are you anyway?"

"Hollie, Hollie Michelin. I'm supposed to be at my boyfriend's football game, I think. I don't know how long I've been out."

"You're in high school? You look older."

"I'm seventeen."

"Yeah, I'm twenty three."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Lexus, but everyone calls me by my middle name," he said, then simply stopped talking. I looked at him critically.

"What's your middle name?" I asked after a long second of silence, feeling my brow furrow a bit in confusion.

"Lexus," he replied, then started to examine his shoelaces.

Now I was dumbfounded. There was something not right about this guy, but I couldn't pin down what exactly it was. Did he think he was funny? He wasn't smiling at all. In fact, he seemed extremely apathetic.

"Wait, I thought Lexus was your first name. What's your middle name?"

"No, Lexus is my middle name," he replied, still giving his laces a through examination.

"So what's your first name?" I was the one looking at him suspiciously now.

"Lexus."

"So what do people call you? Lexus Lexus?" He finally cracked a smile, rolling his eyes at me briefly. That really frustrated me because it was so obvious that HE was the one being an idiot.

"No, people call me Erek," he said, sounding like he thought I was the dumbest person in the world.

I gave him a disgusted look, taking an instant dislike to him. It was then that the other guy jerked awake suddenly, sitting up as though he'd just been electrocuted. He looked around, obviously dazed.

"Where the hell am I?" he asked, looking first at Erek then at me. "Who're you?" he asked me.

"Hollie," I replied, wondering if he too would turn out to be a nutcase. "You're Shane, right?"

"He's the quarterback," Erek said, snickering as he stood up and began to roam around the room aimlessly.

I narrowed my eyes as I stared at his back. I really didn't like that guy.

"Just ignore him, he's always like that," Shane said, once again getting my attention.

I looked at him again.

"What wrong with him? He couldn't even tell me his own name. He said people call him by his middle name or something, then I got totally lost after that."

The brown eyed football player simply shook his head. "I have my suspicions about Erek, but nothing solid. I'm his only friend, besides his girlfriend. No one else could stand to be around him. The only reason I put up with him is because I'm pre-med going into psychology. When I couldn't figure out what disorder he had I became fascinated. I've been trying to figure out what's the matter with him for two years. All I know is that whatever it is, he's heavily medicated for it. Listen, do you know how long we've been here?"

I shook my head, sad that I couldn't answer him but at the same time relieved to have found a sane person to talk to. "I just woke up a few minutes ago, so did your friend. Maybe we could try to find someone to tell us why we're here."

"Can't, the lock is doored."

We both looked up to see Erek messing with the control panel to open the door. He turned to look at us and gave us a wicked grin. "Outside coded."

I looked to Shane for a translation, but he was already getting to his feet and walking over to the control panel.

"Move, Erek, let me look at it."

The big blond complied, moving aside and watching his friend get out a pocketknife and pry open the terminal in the wall. Shane began to cut and splice wires as I walked over to take a closer look at what he was doing.

"Do you know what you're doing?" I asked skeptically.

"My dad was an electrical engineer and he made me learn how to do shit like this when I was a kid. I'm actually certified to do this, thanks to dad, who made me take night classes from the community college two blocks from my house all through high school. I never thought it would actually pay off, but I guess it's about to." He held the knife in his teeth while twisting together two wires, almost simultaneously causing the door to snap open.

Suddenly alarms went off, deafening us. We all covered our ears, falling to our knees. A gas began to fill the room and I thought I was going to smother. For the second time that day everything went black.

When I first began to come around again I was on a metal table, and I could feel myself being prepped. That was what one of the masked doctors around me called it anyway. The next thing I knew I was moving through halls, red lights flashing above my head and sirens still going off. I was too groggy to even try to figure out what was going on.

Just about the last thing I remember I was being strapped down in restraints while standing up, my back against a cold, flat metal surface. I turned my head slightly and found Shane unconscious next to me on my right. On my left, Erek resistedthe constraints with all his might. He was a big guy, lots of people had to help keep him inside our prison. He was given an injection before he began to weaken, and a second later a Plexiglas shield came down and locked in front of us, cutting us off from the rest of the room.

Erekmanaged tobreak one arm out of his restraints and banged against the plastic over and over again.

"You can't do this to me! I want to stay with my girlfriend! I love her! You can't do this to me!"

Outside the frantic doctors and nurses paid him no heed, putting literally hundreds of people in restraints and three-person capsules like ours. We must have been some of the last people put in the strange pods, because we were at the end of the line, and after only twenty or so other semi-conscious people were put in their capsules the doctors and nurses left, a giant bomb shelter door closing behind them. As soon as they were gone I began to feel cold and panicked. I had no idea what was going on as the plastic began to fog over and I couldn't even see the now still room outside anymore.

Erek kept pounding and, with strength I didn't know a man could possess, he'd managed to put a crack in the shield before he faded and fell unconscious. I too soon succumbed, wondering what would await me when I woke up again.