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The alien shrugged off the pipe beating and grabbed Roy, pulling him back into the lab to examine him.

Lindsay looked frantically around. "Roy!" She screamed. She grabbed the metal rod she had been holding and ran out of the room towards the alien. She aimed for his arm to stun him. The rod barely skinned his arm. Not what she wanted, but it would still leave a mark. She helped Roy to an old storage room. It's door swung, off the hinges. She grabbed the rod and shoved it through the door handle to make a lock.
"Vents..." She whispered. She scrambled frantically on a counter to the air vents above her.

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Bryce looked at Rachel and Keira. "It's gone....for now."

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Zrglst bounded after Lindsay and began beating down the iron door.

Rachel let out a long breath in relief. "Where are we?" she asked.

"Home," a gruff voice said from behind them. A cigarette lighter was suddenly held up, revealing a withered old man and two younger men. "But not safe. These are my best friends, Ben an' Jimmy."

"Benjamin Grey," the taller of the two said, touching his forehead with two fingers in a casual salute. "And how many times do I have to tell you, old man? We're not your best friends. You've known us maybe five minutes longer than you've known them."

The old man cocked his head slightly in Ben's direction, as if contemplating his words. "Come," he said, abruptly breaking out of his trance and beckoning to the newcomers. "My best friends and I will show you our hiding place. Very safe place, it is. We knew they'd be coming. No one else listened, but we knew it. The cookies don't lie."

As soon as their guide had started walking off, Ben cautiously turned his head to the others. "He's a bit touched, we're afraid," he whispered. "But if he knows a place we can hide, a psycho guide's better than no guide at all, right?"

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((Told y'all I'd be joining in. I was just waiting for the opportune moment. I'll post one of my two bios right now))

Name: Benjamin Grey
Age: 25
Appearance: Short brown hair; gray-blue eyes; on the small side of average
Occupation: Freelance writer

When the old man spoke, Rachel spun around, quickly finding the direction the voice was coming from. Hearing Benjamin speak too, close beside her, Rachel reached out in the darkness, hoping to find Bryce's or Kiera's hand. They had become her guides, even though she hadn't known them for more than a few minutes.

Lindsay scrambled up. A large crawl-through hole was made in the airvents from the explosion. She climbed up frantically. "Roy!" She screamed.

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Lindsay crawled through the space and padded along the cold metal vents.

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At the voice, Jared jumped about a foot in the air. Holy… where’d they come from? As if finding an old man randomly locked inside a storage room weren’t enough, he found himself faced by two more younger ones that looked about his age.

"The... cookies?" he asked blankly. "Uh... listen, dude... you're cool, but who the heck are you?"

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The old man turned around to look strangely at Jared. "Who I am, which is no one important," he replied simply, noiselessly removing a well-concealed panel from the wall and motioning again for them to follow. "Last one in, close it. Don't want them following. Not enough room for both us an' them in our home anyway. Come. It's not too far."

Ben shot the others a questioning look, then shrugged and followed their new 'friend' into the narrow tunnel. "Psycho guide's better than no guide...psycho guide's better than no guide..." he kept muttering to himself as he brushed cobwebs away from his face. "Psycho guide's better than no guide..."

[thanks for joining ye 2! adding yaz!]

Roy vaguely came to his senses, but not enough to struggle... all the chemicals had made him high.

"Jaaarr-ad!" he called out in a sickeningly slur, as he pulled away from the girl and fell to the floor. He wished he could throw up. And what the heck were peppermint sticks doing on the ceiling. He wanted to
die, and get out of this horror. And why the friggin' was Jared turning pink and standing on his heads.

Ah. Chemical hallucinations. Marvelous deliverences from fear.

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[I believe Lindsay dragged you out, or was I hallucinating?]

"A second here," Jared stalled, gesturing at the enigmatic old man. He turned to face the slurring Roy. "How many times does Mommy have to tell you - you're too young to drink." With one hand he firmly gripped his friend's shoulder.

The other hand curled into a fist. Oh, and by the way... it also connected squarely and quite rousingly with Roy's face.

"Thank me later," he muttered, shoving Roy along into the tunnel. He paused to slide the panel back into place.

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[oh bother, I didn't realize that, or I'm just a bit confused... I suppose Lindsay is somewheres with us now? I'll correct the alien thing though...]

Roy groaned, and weakly tried to push Jared away, not like it did any good.

"Th-eeee uh-thers Jaa-rad, wwha ab-b-ba-out thh--th---thhh," [here he slobbered slightly], "...thh-theem?"

Sighs. Old habits die hard, and even in his condition Roy felt compelled to think of everyone else. Especially that girl that pulled him out... she was pretty, whoever she was. He seemed to vaguely remember something about her...

When Jared hit him, he pulled back, and tried to wobble... well, wherever it was they were going, he wanted to walk there on his own feet.

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