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As Elizabeth wakes up, she hears the sound of a door opening and closing. "Five more minutes Nissi." She moaned in her sleep, rolling over, thinking that she was still at home and that her family's housekeeper was coming to wake her up for school. When she doesn't hear Nissi reply, she opens her eyes, blinking in the harsh light. "Wha....? This isn't my room?! Where am I?!" She sits up quickly, her head spinning. Shading her eyes from the harsh light, she sees an envelope fall to the ground. Groaning, she reaches down to pick it up and feels something rub into her neck. Her hand goes up to her neck, feeling the collar she has on. "Now what kind of sick joke is this?" She asks no one in particular as she opens up the envelope and reads the contents. Emotions played across her features as she read. First confusion, then shock, anger and sadness. A few minutes later, wiping the tears from her face, she stands up and leaves the room, to try and find someone to tell her where her room is. Her right hand hesitantly touches her collar as she walks out into the hallway, the left one holding her envelope.

----> Office

Michale woke up slowly. His vision was fuzzy and he felt dizzy.

Where....

Right...He remembered. Midori. It was his sentence. He smirked, and got up, careful to move slowly less he make himself sick. He knew how to nurse a hangover. He saw the envelope flutter to the floor, and he picked it up.

With a grin, he shoved it into his back pocket and strolled out into the sunlight. He ran his fingers idly through his thick mane of dark brown hair and headed over to the boy's dorms.

"Angel....where are you?" he said queitly.


--->Boys dorms

Drake was in a chamber. Dark. Lonely. All of a sudden a voice spoke. "Why are you still here? You should have returned by now." Drake was laying on the ground. Suddenly the ground disappeared. Drake was falling down a long way.

A pain was making it's way trough Drake's body. Drake felt the ground. Cold and hard. Slowly, bit by bit Drake opened his eyes. His vision was unclear first and it was a bit dark. Slowly his vision became better and he saw he was looking at the ground. A white floor. Drake pulled himself up and tryed to look around, but his head was hurting a bit and he was all fussy like.

After a few minutes Drake got a bit better and stood up looking around. Drake noticed a white, blank paper on the ground. Drake picked it up and turned it around. He saw it was a letter. Drake was reading the letter when a nurse came walking in the room. "O hello. Welcome to Midori Boarding School. I see you have woken up. You slept for a whole week now. Good to see you are ok." The nurse said friendly.

Drake sighned. "And I seem to desurve this? I only did what they thought me you hear!" Drake said a bit pissed off. The nurse looked at him. "I don't know why you are here, but there is always a reason. Not that it conserns me, I only take care of the ones coming in." The nurse said.

Drake apoligised to the nurse and sad down on the bed. "Well I am alowed to leave this room ain't I?" Drake asked. The nurse said he was allowed to go. He seemed to be fine and healthy after all. Drake walked to the door. "Mhm... That is what I get again! Trouble and stoepid stuff, only because I did what seems fair to me!" Were Drake's last words, soflt whispering to himself.

---> Male Dormitories

Marcus awoke slowly, and wraped his arms around his stomach and groaned pitifully and lunged out of cot. He groped for the bright red bucket and heaved loudly into losing the meager comments in his stomach. He colapsted over the bucket after about 5 mintues of heaving. He stood shakingly to his feet. The first thing he noticed was that his neck ichted. He reached to scratch and was stopped by the collar. His eyes welled up as he pulled on the collar. Tears ran freely now down one cheek as he pulled himself up off the floor. He sniffled as the guard frowned and left the room. Marcus stood shakly again rubbing around his zapped neck. I wish I had my bear. He thought sadly, as he sniffed loudly.

He stepped with a cruch and looked down. He pulled up a small letter, and opened it slowly. He dumped it upside down as saw a letter slide out. He caught it and read it slowly. "No..." He said quietly "I don't do that! It a lie!" He shouted trying to deny his very violent black out. He dropped the letter before pushing the door open slowly.
---> Hallways.

Rune had been stolen away from just outside of his mansion. He wasn't the least bit pleased with the situation and fought back brutally. He was faster and craftier than anyone could have anticipated. He gave them a real run for their money and even wounded a couple. However, once the drugs took affect he faded into a weary unconsciousness.

His head was spinning as the boy slowly began to come around. He lifted a shaking hand to his head and rubbed his forehead. He then sat up all too quickly and tipped the cot he was lying on over onto the floor. He lie sprawled out on the ground for a moment as he regained himself. His one eye scanned the room and the ceiling carefully, focus slowly returning.

With a moan of pain the boy sat up and rubbed the back of his neck. As his hand touched the collar, his mind went into a wild frenzy. There were so many horrible possibilities and none of them were at all in his favor. He pressed his back up against another cot and began to tug at the collar furiously.

"Grrr! Why won't it come off?!"

His fingers wove into the area between flesh and metal, but aided him not as he tugged. He didn't like this room, not this collar, no it was like a cage. A caged animal always fought and so would he. He stood up on weary legs, wobbling over to a wall. He slammed himself against it with what strength he had in hopes of dislodging the collar. He clawed at his neck in a panic and slammed himself against the wall again. Blood began to trickle down the wounds inflicted upon his neck and a small gash on the side of his head.

The boy cried out in a fury and charged at the nearest guard he spotted. He hadn't even noticed them before, but when he did, he wanted to tear them to shreds. He launched himself at one and began to claw and bite at his arm, growling and snarling like a rabid dog. After being reprimanded and given another dose of drugs, the boy was dragged off to the infirmary.

---------> Infirmary

Méabhe awoke to find herself lying on a cot in a large padded room. For a second she phantomed she had died, but why would Hell have white walls? Wouldn't it be engulfed in flames, with little gremlins prodding her with sporks? She pulled herself up to a sitting position, crossing her legs. A feeling of nausea came over her, and a black haze clouded her vision. Once it faded, she looked around to see others in the same boat as her. Why are they all wearing collars? she thought, feeling her neck to see that she too was wearing one. This, for whatever reason, didn't seem to faze her in the least. Méabhe tried to remember what had happened before, but all she could recall was two men entering her room, pinning her down, and... It all went blank after that. Standing up, the dizziness came back. Trying to regain herself, she walked toward the door. Every step she took felt as if her feet were entering into nothing. Barely making it six steps, she collapsed on the floor, feeling again that she was slipping into the dark abyss.