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Alice lead him down the hall and back towards the stairs. He was guarded and almost assertive, and his silence made Alice uncomfortable.
"The dorms are on the third floor, and all the rec. stuff is on the second floor, including the dining hall." Said Alice, desperate for a break in the silence.
He made an acknowledging grunt but said no more. When they rounded a corner Alice caught sight of him looking at her, making her uneasiness increase slightly.
They walked up the stairs in the continued silence, Alice having to quicken her pace slightly to keep up with him. Finally they reached the long corridor of dorms, lining both sides of the walls.
"Do you remember which one was yours?" Alice asked, as she fidgeted with her ring some more.
"Your's is 314, Mr. Black." Came a voice from behind them. Alice whirled around to see Dr. Gerard standing behind him grinning like a fox at it's prey. Alice saw the boy's hand clench at his side. s**t, I don't want him to end up in solitary. God knows what could happen. Alice thought to herself.
"Is there something you need Dr.?" Alice asked, trying to keep the disdain for being polite to him from her voice.
"No, I was just on my way to the fourth floor. Just thought I would check up on everything. Behave now Alice." He said as he turned on his heal like a military officer and left. Alice sighed and rubbed her temple, her headache was getting worse.

The whole while he and Alice were walking, Damien could sense her discomfort. He tended to have that effect on people, and usually thought nothing of it, but for some reason, in this case, it really bothered him that he was having that effect on her. Furthermore, the fact that she was able to make him second guess his demeanor really frustrated Damien.

As they approached the dorms, Damien sensed a presence, an evil presense. It felt like he might have a vision, but he didn't. When they stopped in the dorm hallway and Alice asked him which one was his, her question was immediately answered by Dr. Gerard. Of course Damien didn't know, and apparantly the Doctor knew that. This told Damien that the b*****d had something to do with his amnesia. Damien could hardly contain his anger, he wanted to deck that arrogant cur right there, but Alice seemed to make an attempt to redirect where the situation was headed. She protected him? Damien realized it was only because Alice was a genuinely kind person.

When Dr. Gerard left the two alone again, Alice looked Damien right in the eyes, "You have to be careful around him, or you'll get thrown in solitary." Damien nodded and said, "Thanks..." he hesitated for a moment, "...for what you did. If you hadn't said anything, I probably would have punched him." Alice smiled then directed her attention to the ring on her finger, playing with it for a moment, and then continued to say, "I never like to see anyone put in solitary." Alice looked down the hallway, to her own room door, "Well, I need to sleep." She looked back up at Damien, she knew he was reading her like a book. "So... see you around?" Damien smiled and answerd, "I hope so." They both retired to their rooms and went to sleep.

Lance was still fighting the guard when he felt something hard hit him in the back of the head. Lance fell forward, and tried to get to his feet when the guard kicked him in the stomach. He doubled over as the guard reached into his pocket and took the zippo. The guard walked off as a second walked over Lance. Lance struggled to his knees, and glared as the guard opened his zippo and lighted it. Then, somehow, the flame grew much larger than it was supposed to and then... attacked the guards? The guards ran off, dropping Lance's zippo, as he stood, legs shaking. He staggered to his zippo and picked it up. It was still hot, yet it didn't seem to have been tampered with. Lance hesitantly lit it, when suddenly... nothing happened. Lance looked at the zippo before pocketing it and walking off, wiping blood away from his mouth. Alright, so maybe he had been tampered with. At this point, the only thing Lance knew was that the guards would be back, this time for revenge.

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“I know you will,” Dawn said faintly in a breath and her words were hardly audible. She clutched almost desperately to Brynn’s sleeves. Was this compassion? It was nothing like how her father treated her, but it felt right.
“But why?” she had to ask herself. Why was Brynn treating her this way, and why did Dawn believe that she was protected? There was more to this. There was more than a sibling-like love and need to protect.
“Who are you?” Dawn whispered. “Who am I?”
Dawn stood up suddenly, pulling Brynn to her feet with her. “You must go,” she said smoothly, but there might have almost been fear in her words. She opened the door and the two stepped outside. The hallway was empty and cold, all metal and glass.
“Why?” Brynn asked, sounding concerned and suddenly angry, not with Dawn but whoever had made her so afraid. “Why must I go?”
Dawn looked around the hallway. “My father wants me to become friends with the new students.”
“I don’t understand…” Dawn looked up at her sharply, cutting of her words. “Who is your father?”
“I think….he is up to something….not so nice…” Something flashed behind her eyes. She had never gone against her father before. Then she looked past Brynn and her eyes went wide.
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Jack stood up from his spot on the couch. His mind was on Alice, but he tried to brush away her image. This was not the time to be worrying about women. He moved slowly from the library, passing the sleeping figure of the girl from earlier. The hallways all looked exactly the same to him and he had no idea what direction he had come from, but somehow he found his way to the right hallway. He was looking down as he walked, but stopped at the sight of two girls talking at the end of the hall. Normaly he wouldn’t of cared, but two words struck him.
“My father….”
Everything clicked. The girl staring up at the doctor with pride and excitement, knowing her way around, drinking the juice like it was candy despite the weary look of everyone else. She was the daughter of the good doctor, and she was standing here in front of him with no protection.
Jack ran up to the two girls. The one with pink hair must have guessed his intent, or else just didn’t want anyone near Dawn, because as he ran up she jumped in his way. Jack pushed her, hating the fact that he might hurt an innocent girl but doing what had to be done. He seized the front of Dawn’s shirt.
“Tell me how to get out of here! Make you father free me!”
Dawn’s eyes went blank. She was shaking her head slowly. “Please…don’t…” Her face seemed darker, like some shadow had crept over it.

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Dimitri had calmed down quiet abit. He set his guitar back aginst the wall and lyed down and closed his eyes, he heard a click then looked over at the door, it now hung open. "all I had to do was calm down...figures" He muttered, he walked out, no one in the hallways. He wandered around the halls getting used to the layout of the building.

Charlie smiled as she actually hit the racked balls, but frowned when the eight ball went into the pocket from whence she had drawn the cue ball only moments before. In frustration, she yanked it out and reracked all the balls, taking aim again. This time, she barely nudged the one ball with the cue ball. Well, at least this means that I don't have to start over...

Charlie continued to attempt to get the balls she aimed at into the pockets. After forty-five minutes, she finally pocketed the eight ball...on the other side of the table from the pocket at which she had aimed. Remembering what Alice had said about cameras, Charlie thought, Well, it's official. I am definitely the worst pool player in the world. And now, there's video evidence to prove it. I just hope that it doesn't make it to the internet. She chuckled at the thought of the "good doctor" putting anything recorded here on the internet, especially since he was doing slightly illegal things in them.