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==Chapter XI - Awake==

A rumble of thunder was heard in a dark room. There was no lightning, as there were no windows. Then, complete silence, except for the sound of light breathing. There was no light, save for a small trace coming in under a heavy door. The sound of approaching footsteps could be heard, and then the heavy metal door swung open and bathed the tiny room in light. A man and a woman walked in - their faces were covered in shadow as they moved towards Lady Bleeh, tied to a chair and in a deep sleep.

"Can she hear us?" The woman asked?

"I don't think so. That tranquilizer hit her hard." The familiar voice of Bob spoke, though he hardly sounded crazy. "It has a psychological effect, too. God only knows what's going on in her head right now..."

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Brother Liron was dead. A stunned look was frozen on his face, and a hole was shot in his chest. Archibald Andrews was subdued - he had been tackled, disarmed, and tied to one of the giant columns within the East Wing. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I WILL GET TAKE YOUR FORTUNE! YOU CAN'T STOP ME!" Archibald yelled, though no one was listening except Lady Bleeh. While the others tended to Liron's body or else contacted the police, Bleeh walked towards Archibald with a glean of evil in her eyes.

"You horrible, retched man! YOU'VE DONE THIS!!!" As she yelled, she walked towards the mantle and picked up Liron's trusted rifle.

"Go ahead and try, silly girl!" Archibald yelled aloud. "You don't have a damned idea how to fire that thing!" Bleeh took the rifle and slammed it hard into Archibald's stomach, causing him to keel over in pain and let out a momentary yell, half of pain and half of surprise.

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"How much does she know?" the woman asked.

"I am not sure, Tulle." Bob replied while continuing to watch Lady Bleeh sleep. "If Duskey were smart - and that's a big 'if' - then he would have told her everything... but I feel his secretive side may have gotten the better of him."

"Do you suppose," Tulle paused, "do you suppose that Bleeh doesn't know about the true natu..."

"DIE!" Bleeh yelled, though her eyes remained closed and her body remained still. Bob and Tulle, both startled, looked again at her.

"Umm... we'd best take this conversation elsewhere." Bob said, "Who knows what she's capable of picking up." Tulle nodded silently, and both withdrew through the open door, closing it tightly shut behind them.

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Bleeh stood over Archibald, as he sat against the column laughing loudly. "YOU THINK YOU CAN KILL ME!?" He said, blood pouring out of the wound in his head. "You have no idea... grab her!" At once, Steve the Butler came from behind her and grabbed her, binding her arms and legs tight. "My, my, my" Archibald said as the ropes around him fell limp - how he had untied himself, Bleeh could not tell. "Now, now we see where the power truly lies.

"No...NO, IT'S NOT POSSIBLE!" Bleeh yelled. "IT CAN'T BE!" Archibald stood up, mortal wound and all, and grabbed Liron's rifle. "Now we get to have a little fun!"

"WAKE UP!" Dharden yelled at Bleeh. "WAKE UP NOW!!!"

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"WAKE UP BLEEH!" A man yelled loudly in the dark room. Bleeh awoke with a start and looked around, though could see nothing the darkness.

"Bleeh," the familiar voice of Duskey calmed her, "we need to get you out of here." Duskey turned on the single light in the room, and Bleeh looked around in confusion.

"My God, Duskey! What is going on?"

"We've been captured. Those who hold us are going to turn us over to... Them. And once They get us, we have no hope. C'mon, we've got to escape now!"

"But what about Liron? And Guilherme? and Richard and Asora? What about them?

"How do you... How can you possibly know?" Duskey asked, completely stunned. "I never told you about that."

"But...what's happening, Duskey?"

"I... I don't know." He paused. "But I do know this: we've got to leave. Now"

"Alright," Bleeh said quietly, as Duskey set to work untying her.

"Can you stand?" Duskey asked once all the ropes had fallen to the floor.

"I think I can..." Bleeh said as she shakily stood to her feet. "Oh, the floor is so cold on bare feet. How do we get out of here"

"The door isn't locked, and I can take you out the way the Alliance came in. They'll all be waiting for us at the rendezvous point."

"Where... where is that?" Bleeh said as Duskey quietly opened the heavy metal door of the holding room.

"It's not far from Wiki, in a village called 'Irc'." The pair walked for a bit, and came upon a dark stairwell. "It's down these steps and out the door at the bottom. Come along." Duskey said, holding Bleeh's hand. For the first time in a long time, Bleeh felt just a tiny bit safe.

"NO!" Archibald Andrews lunged out of the shadowy stairs and plunged a knife into Duskey's chest.

"NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" Bleeh screamed loudly as the blade went in and Duskey fell to the ground. Archibald laughed maniacally as he grabbed for Bleeh. "Now... NOW I CAN TAKE YOU AWAY!" Bleeh punched Archibald as hard as she could, knocking Archibald to the ground. "GUARDS! GUARDS! THE TROLL IS ESCAPING!" Archibald yelled, as the sound of running feet echoed down the chamber leading to the stairwell.

"Bleeh... run!" Duskey said through strained breath.

"But..." Bleeh began,

"Go... Go now... Like I told you... Go to the safe house... please." Bleeh didn't need any more convincing, and had no more time, as Archibald was rising to his feet and pulling out a pistol.

"I warned you, girl!" Archibald said as he cocked the gun, preparing to fire. Bleeh at once, tears in her eyes, darted down the stairs and out of the line of fire. As she ran down step after step, she dared not look behind her to see whether she was being chased. The only sound she heard, aside from her own feet frantically hitting each step, was the sound of a single gunshot from above, just before she opened the door at the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh my!" Alfred yelled as Bleeh burst out of the door. He had been standing guard in the dark night. It was raining, and not another person was out in the city where Bleeh was being held. "Has he... is he coming?" Alfred asked.

"No, and we have to go now!" Bleeh half yelled as she gasped for air, out of breath from having run as far as fast as she had

"Right..." Alfred said as he began running along the side of the building, a nondescript concrete industrial warehouse. "Get in the car, and we'll go to the safe house. Hurry!"

Before Bleeh had even managed to close the car door behind her, Alfred had turned on the car and sped down the dark, wet road.

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