"Hello, how may I be of assistance?" Ian replied as Lisha rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

"Nothing," she muttered and blinked slowly. Maybe sleeping wasn't such a great idea after all. She said, "I had this strange dream... You were in it."

"Figures," Tony grumbled into the collar of his shirt. "We're all about to die, and she goes and has a dream about him ."

"Eh!" Ian exclaimed. "If the girl wants to dream about me. Then she can dream about me. It's not like it's a bad thing. People are entitled to their own thoughts and opinions under pressure."

Michael and Abbie shared a a look of sympathy. The longer they stayed, the more they would start to break down. It's how war works. She should know. She battled like a demigod for Olympus...or something along those lines.

She didn't want to listen to her dream, but she knew that when worse comes to worse (and in this case, it did) she'd have only herself to trust in the last matters. Ian really couldn't have known.

But...

He was always dragging the five of them into things like this. Well...not exactly like this. None of them had ever been dragged into something like this. A few thing so startling that it could only be described with italicised, this. No, not this, just things.

Ian was the reason that any of they left their respective houses for anything besides marching band, which could be interpreted in any amount of ways. He was the face behind some of their best memories. So what if flour catches fire faster than vegetable oil? The effect is still the same.

But then again, stealing the rubric from an AP teacher for a five chapter unit test and pinning the blame on Michael wasn't one of his higher moments. Mike got out of it pretty easily and everyone walked home unscathed, but it's the intent behind it that had their group wary of Ian for the next week or so.

Lisha smiled and nodded when Tony and Ian asked her for details on the dream she was already on the brink of forgetting.

When it comes down to it, the only one you can trust to be honest with you, is you.

Ian complained about being hungry. Not three seconds later, he moaned on about being thirsty. Lisha ignored him the best she could. They were all hungry and thirsty, but there was nothing she or anyone else could do about it. She found that after her nap, she had less energy to talk than she did before she went to sleep.

Lisha made an incoherent noise in the back of her throat as she moved on over next to Abbie. "Hey friend," she whispered.

"Heyo," Abbie grimaced and tried to sit up a little. Lisha bit down on her lip as she watched her best friend's eyes snap shut in a rim of unshed tears. A rush of air hissed through her teeth as she allowed herself to lean back against Michael's chest. The drum major was dozing again, or at least he was doing a good job of pretending to. "Don't take this the wrong way," Abbie whispered thinnly. "But you look horrible, Lish."

"Speak for yourself," Lisha laughed unevenly. "You still didn't tell me. What the Hell did you think you were doing getting yourself shot?

Abbie's forehead creased in the middle as the guard girl searched for an answer. " Honestly, would you believe me if I said I didn't know?"

"So Tony had something to do with it?" Lisha cracked a shadow of a sly grin.

"Tony probably had something to do with it," Abbie agreed.

"Tony didn't do anything to get you shot," Tony mutterer from his corner. "A él está loco."

"Takes one to know one," Abbie sighed.

"Thanks," he replied glumly. "Glad you think so highly of me."

"Sorry....that was uncalled for."

I take offense to this, the deep crackly voice spoke out of no where.

"LET US OUT OF HERE YOU DÀMN --" Michael cringed awake as Lisha proceeded to call their kidnapper a rainbow of colorful and artistically placed names that (were half made up on the spot) would make even her AP US History teacher smack her. Brit Lit taught her ancient swear words and she was determined to put them to good use before she died.

Haha, you're cute. So, I was reading your school file since the five of you just keep dragging this out, and I see that you're in APUSH.

Lisha hardened her lips into a line.

So you see, I have a friend in APUSH and she has some study sheets she really doesn't want to do. How about we make a deal. You're do that study sheets and I'll maybe think about giving you guys some water. How does that sound?

"Like a deception," Lisha spat. He couldn't be serious. Not only was he excepting them to kill two of their own, but he had the nerve to ask her to do AP homework on top of it?! She chose a general direction, assumed there was camera there, and glared for all she was worth. She would show him. APUSH students cranked out a chapter a week. She was in marching band on top of it.

He would never know what hit him.

Eh...can't blame a guy for trying.

"Oh, but I can."

Don't taunt me, kid. Need I remind you that you have no food. No water. No plan. And no hope.

"Do shut up," Abbie muttered.

Just stating the truth. But hey, if you guys don't want to believe it, fine. I'll just wait here until two of you die of dehydration. It's less fun to watch, but you guys aren't a very entertaining bunch to begin with. It's not your fault. Not everyone had a dramatic dearth scene. I guess you'll be among the forgotten. Sucks to be you.

Lisha muttered a few more unsavory things that she wished the voice would go suck. Of all the ridiculous deaths she could have died, it just had to be the mortal kidnapping that got to her. That's life for you. God has his agenda. The fates are cruel. And people die.

That's just how it works.

A/N Yo. I finally got a new phone. It's not activated, so no call, texting, or data, and the school blocked Kik, but still. It works, and its comes preloaded with WPS office which is nice. If you haven't noticed, I was doing a various amount of homeworks writing this.

Answer to last question: Because ceiling tiles are weak.

I'm totally not dropping hints for my next book all over this chapter. Yes. References. We all live for them.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Who's gonna die? Who's gonna live to regret living? Team trumpet. Team saxophone. Team percussionist. Team Guard Girl. Team Drum Major. I'm stupid...... *sings* IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!!!!!

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