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CHAPTER ONE

TONIGHT’S ESCAPE FANTASY STARS SIX A HORDE of Mogadorians stands between her and s don’t usually devote anywatch onwarriors unsheathe their daggers and charge forward, howling In response, Six tosses her hair and turns invisible I watch fros, blinking in and out of visibility, turning their oeapons against the cloud of ash, the Mogs soon completely decimated

"That was pretty awesome," I tell her, when she reaches the door of o?" she asks

And that’s when I wake up Or when I snap out of the daydreah to tell whether I’m asleep or awake; every moment tends to take on a drowsy sameness when you’ve been kept in isolation for weeks At least, I think it’s been weeks Hard to keep track of ti I’s of escape aren’t real Soht and Six has come to rescue acies of o

It’s all fantasy Just a way for my anxious mind to pass the tis that dig into s and my backache? Those are real, too

I reach for the bucket of water on the floor next towith a cheese sandwich It’s not exactly rooh, as far as I can tell, I’ held in this cell block--it’s just rows and rows of eways, and uard always sets the bucket down right next tothe bucket over next to et to exercise I eat the sandwich right away, of course I don’t re

Processed cheese on stale bread, a toilet without a seat, and total isolation That’s been ot here, I tried to keep track of how often the guard came so that I could keep count of the days, but sonore reatest fear is that they’ll just leave me in here to waste away, that I’ll just pass out fro adorians

Or, better yet, not die at all

I take a deep swig of the war, but I’m able to work some moisture back intoin protest A jolt of pain co at the still-fresh scar tissue there And that’s when ain--this time not into fantasy, but inia every day I relive it

I re that red stone Nine had loaned ht on dozens of cell doors In each one I hoped to find my father, and each tis ca me off fro separated fros and Piken with their Legacies Unfortunately, all I had was a stolen Mog blaster

I did the best I could, shooting any Mog that got too close, all the while trying to find a way back to John and Nine

I could hear John shoutingHe was close, if only eren’t separated by a horde of alien beasts

A s My feet went out fro to the ground I hit face first, opening up a gash aboveinto my eyes Half blinded, I crawled for cover

Of course, considering the lucky streak I’d been on since arriving in West Virginia, it wasn’t that surprising that I ended up right at the feet of a Mogadorian warrior He aiht then, but reconsidered before pulling the trigger Instead of gunning un

Everything went black

I woke up suspended fro by thick chains Still in the cave, yet somehow I could tell they’d taken me deeper, to a more secure area My sto at all, that I was being held prisoner--what did that otten out?

I didn’t have ainst the chains anyway There was no give I felt desperate and claustrophobic I was about to cry out when a huge Mogadorian strode into the rooly purple scar on his neck and a strange-looking golden cane clutched in one of his htmare, but I couldn’t look away Soaze

"Hello, Samuel," he said as he stalked towards me "Do you knoho I am?"