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Chapter 7

Matt POV

Well, our plan worked. Last night I was woken up by an engine roaring and rough hands on my arms. I made the mistake of looking at it. It looked a human shape, but had scaly skin and smelled of raw meat.

I was too exhausted to even pretend to try and fight back. I was chucked into the back of a truck next to Lohan. My hands and feet were tied behind together. I was gagged. After a while they blindfolded me as well.

I must have passed out again, because next thing I knew we were being dragged along a rough stone floor and then dumped into a cool room. We were untied and the Old Ones left us with a jug of stale, lukewarm water and some rock solid bread and rotten fruit.

"Don't take too much, you don't know how long it's to last us for," Lohan told me. He winced and rubbed the side of his face, where I noticed a large bruise starting to appear.

They had taken my passport, phone and everything else I'd had on me.

But they hadn't taken away Lohan's gun.

I took a sip of water, and it was difficult to try and stop, even though it tasted disgusting. I handed the water to Lohan, and he took one gulp before sitting down next to me.

"Do you think they can hear us?" I asked casually.

"I would think so," Lohan replied, looking around at the bare stone walls.

He was probably right. They would be watching our every breath in here. But there was nothing we could do about it. Suddenly Lohan's plan to just let them take us seemed a thousand times worse than what I'd first thought.

"But we can talk in your dreams," Lohan suddenly breathed into my ear. I frowned.

"The dreamworld is only for us Five," I said back, trying not to move my mouth.

"No, it's the same as the Doors. Just try to think of me being there, and I'll be able to go with you."

I thought about it. It didn't really seem too unlikely, to tell the truth.

"Ok. I'll try it." I said doubtfully.

Scarlett POV

Once again I was sitting in a terminal building at Heathrow. The last time I was here was the start of all this. But this time I was boarding the plane with Richard.

"How much longer?" I asked impatiently.

"I don't know. They just need to finish refuelling the plane," Richard said, sounding bored.

I was eager to leave. All of the people mulling around us were making me nervous. I just wanted to sit and go to sleep. I had a throbbing headache as well. I was starting to feel sick, because, to tell the truth, I wasn't fond of flying. I knew what my power was now, so I concentrated on the weather, making the wind blow in the right direction and the clouds move out of the planes away.

I sounded mad, didn't I?

"Carly? Carly, are you alright?" Richard shook my shoulder slightly. "The planes ready, we need to get going."

"Oh, OK. I'm coming" I stood up, and almost fell flat on my face. Richard grabbed onto me.

"What's wrong?" Richard was alarmed.

"I'm kind of dizzy and… really tired." I suddenly was aware exactly how exhausted I was. I could barely keep my eyes open.

Richard frowned. I had only been up a few hours. Then he looked out of the huge windows to see the perfect weather conditions. Understanding dawned on his face, because a few minutes ago the weather had been terrible. The freezing gales from the west had been replaced by a cool breeze from the south. The black clouds had been replaced by a clear blue sky. The pouring rain had been replaced by a blazing sun.

"You didn't need to do that. Planes are designed to fly in weather like this. Or rather, that," Richard said quietly.

"No, I did…" I really did have to it. It felt right. Like a sixth sense, a gut-feeling.

"Well, never mind. Let's go," Richard shook his head and guided me to the queue.

We showed our passports- which were both fake- and tickets to the people letting us in. I held my breath as the man examined them, but then he smiled as waved us through. We walked along the corridor and came to the door of the biggest aeroplane I've ever seen. Through the slight space between the corridor and the plane a saw steam coming off the runway in the rays of the sun.

The stewardess directed us to our seats, which were the ones right at the front. We waited ages for all of the other passengers to board and sit down. Then the safety talk and then finally, finally, we were ready to take off.

"Hello, this is your captain speaking, if you could have your seats upright and trays in the correct position with your seatbelts tightened securely, we are ready for take off. Thank you for flying with Qantas and I hope you enjoy your flight today."

The thing is, our tickets were for Sydney, Australia, even though we were going to Egypt. Richard said the plane was going to be diverted to there, but I'm not sure how it's going to work.

Craning my neck, I looked out the window at the engines, two of them as huge as a bus. Or two. They were picking up speed as we taxied onto the runway.

"Why is our plane so much bigger than the others?" I asked Richard curiously.

"Because they made it that way," Richard said. "It's an Airbus A380, biggest jumbo jet in the world."

"Oh," I faced forward as we moved faster and faster, and then we suddenly were facing upwards, and I felt my stomach lurching as I tried not to throw up.

As much as I was dreading facing the future, I was looking forward to seeing Pedro. I had never met him before, but it still felt as if I'd known him my whole life. I shut the blind and closed my eyes.

Pedro POV

Scarlett's flight had left an hour ago. The whole flight was supposed to last just under five hours, and then she and Richard would be driven from Cairo International Airport to here. Lukman had gone to wait for them at the airport. I had asked to go to, but he said I had to stay hidden.

I was sitting in the room he had lent to me. Everyone was nice to me here, but the people were… intimidating. They wouldn't take their eyes off me, like I was in a zoo or something.

I didn't mind being alone anyway. I had spent days at a time by myself before. I flopped down onto the bed. There were no covers, but you never needed any anyway. I couldn't get to sleep last night, so I was going to try and catch up now.

Before I even realised I was asleep, I was suddenly in a dream. It was the same as always except… I wasn't alone anymore.

"Matt!" I yelled, starting to run towards him.

"Pedro? Pedro! Thank God I've found you," Matt shouted back to me. Then I saw he wasn't alone. It was a man I vaguely recognised from Hong Kong. My mouth hung open in surprise.

"Oh, this is Lohan. He's helping me," Matt informed me. "Anyway, where are you? They haven't got you too, have they?"

"Too? You mean you got caught?" My voice was starting to rise.

"Yeah. We were in Australia somewhere. There wasn't anywhere to go. I spoke to Scott on my phone, but I think they caught him as well,"

"Oh. Well, I'm in Egypt. I'm with people who seem to be on our side. And Scarlett and Richard are flying over here today. They ended up in London, with the Nexus," I told Matt.

"So we only need Jamie. I don't have a clue where he is and-" Matt suddenly vanished, telling me that he had been woken up. A second later, so did Lohan.

In the next second, so was I. I was wrenched back to reality with hands pulling me off my bed. I saw one of the older men related to Lukman.

"Shh, you must come now. Quietly! The Old Ones are here,"

Jamie POV

Once again I was sitting down to a fantastic dinner, except this time Rabbie wasn't eating with us.

"Where is he?" I asked Meg.

"He just went out for some shopping," Meg told me. "He should be back soon enough."

Just then the phone rang. Meg hurried over to answer it.

"Hello?" she said politely. I was about to continue eating when Meg's face went pale. "What? When?" For a small person, she had a surprisingly commanding voice. Meg nodded slowly. "Aye. I'll do that. Goodbye. And thank you."

"What's happened? What's wrong?" My voice seemed too loud for the room. Meg had run out of the room, and now she returned with my coat that she and Rabbie had bought me in hand, and a small bag in the other. "Meg?"

"It's your Old Ones, Jamie. They've come for you. I don't know how they knew, but they're coming. Someone's sent a car to pick you up. Meet it at the Post Office, right outside. Hurry now, son, you'll need to run," Meg handed me my coat and the bag and she hurried into the room I had been sleeping in. She wrenched out the duvet and pillows from their covers and picked up some of my laundry. She took my bag and stuffed it in there. Now the room looked as if no-one had been there. She handed me back my bag and pulled me back into their living room.

"I'm really sorry about this, dear, but it has tae be done," Meg picked up my dinner plate and tipped its contents into a dog bowl, and put the plate into the dishwasher. She pulled me over to the front door and undid several locks. She whistled and two sheep dogs bounded in the door, and presumably devoured my dinner. Now there was no evidence of me being there.

"Good luck, Jamie. I cannae begin to imagine what this must be like for you. Remember: the Post Office," Meg turned and gave me an encouraging smile.

"Meg- what happened to… Rabbie?" I winced, expecting the worst.

But Meg laughed, shocking me. "Don't you worry aboot my Rabbie. He's a smart man," she sighed. "Now, you! You're going tae have tae run fer it. You take care of yourself, son," Meg kissed my forehead then pushed me out the door.

I ran down the driveway and onto the road. It was only a few hundred metres down a country road to the edge of the village. I could even see the sign outside the Post Office. I heard a car engine roaring just around the corner.

Already.

I started to run.

Scott POV

It had been a few days since they'd tried to get me to talk to them. I hadn't really been keeping track. Every day I'd wake up there would be a quarter-pint jug of dirty water and two slices of rock solid bread.

Today started out the same as the others, but then I got the weirdest feeling. My heartbeat raced and my breathing got faster and faster, and I started to sweat. It felt as if I was having a panic attack or something, just out of nowhere.

It went away eventually, but then they came and took me out of my room. Or rather, cell. This one was in its human form, though I didn't know why. We came to this really big room, with a large conference table or something in the middle. I was sat down on an uncomfortable chair. It was the only one on this side of the table, and then I sat facing about ten of the human-y looking things.

It was really creepy the way they all stared at me hungrily. The one directly in front of me cleared its throat.

"Scott Tyler,"

"Uh, yes?" I didn't know what to do. This whole meeting was weirdly formal.

"Where is your brother?" it said bluntly.

"What? I dunno that. Aren't you supposed to know that?" As soon as I realised that that had sounded rude, I cringed back into my chair, waiting for someone to hit me. Nothing happened.

"If you don't tell us, we will have to resort to less pleasant means of persuasion," it told me politely.

"You can torture me… I'll never tell," I said, quoting from some book. It sighed.

"Well, you were warned," it told me sadly.

It snapped its fingers once, and I gasped at what came through the door at the other side of the hall.

YES!!!!! I'm SOOOOO hyper today!!!!!!!!!!!! You don't wanna know why lol.

Sorry Scott's part was so crappy. PLEASE DON'T SUE!!!

Please REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!! This was like my loooongest EVER chapter.