He pressed the gun against her arm and sighed, his facial expression still glum, "Tell me." Arnold cocked his head to the side as he awaited for an answer.

Alana swallowed nervously. "The... The friends name is Felix and the one who saved me is... Mark..."

He nodded as he removed the gun, the same hissing noise emanating. He placed the gun on a nearby coffee table and took out a sticky note and pen which he wrote a message on and placing it on the table, the gloom covering the message. Arland then picked up the gun once again and pressed it against Alana's arm once again, pressing the trigger as half the green liquid suddenly shot into her arm. "Thanks."

(You were just injected with a substance which puts you to sleep.)

Alana gasped and tried to pull away but was too late as she slowly slipped under the control of the substance and dropped to the floor, unconscious.

Once Mark had regained enough energy he picked Felix up once again and began backtracking before walking through another intersection. "Alana!" He called, peeking through every window he moved through, slowly inspecting wherever he passed for any sign of his accomplice.

Alana was unconscious.

(Dat post ^ )

Mark then saw something the light of the moon cast in one of the rooms - it looked like a note of sorts. He entered the room in a rush and peered at the note, still cradling the unconscious boy in his tired hands.

I have Alana - I'll meet you at your place. Meet me there or else.

Next to the note was a silver pen which hardly had any ink in it. Mark's eyes widened as he pounded a fist into the note and stormed out of the house and began running through the desolate roads.

~

Arland placed Alana on a nearby as he wiped sweat from his brow. "All we have to do now is wait..." He said as he stared at the window and held the gun in his hand.

Alana remained unconscious for a while.

Mark sprinted through the streets and looked around frantically, lost amidst this labyrinth of darkness. "Alana!" He called, worrying for the safety of the accomplice he had merely just met - somehow, he had grown attracted to this girl, she didn't discriminate him before of what he was. A human.

~

Arland loomed over the unconscious body and tapped the table with the gloved hand, a grim smile plastered on his hidden face.

Alana groaned as she slowly opened her eyes, fighting through the layers of foggy sleep.

Mark finally reached his home after a few minutes of constant searching and burst into the room, staring at the pursuer and Alana. Arland stepped forward, loading the gun with a purple mixture, the same smoke and sound repeating itself before it was pressed against Alana's leg. "I'm going to ask you some questions." He asked, standing still, "And you're going to answer them honestly."

Alana felt the barrel of the gun press against her leg and gasped, fully waking up and she looked around fearfully, not daring to move.

Mark nodded slowly, placing Felix on a nearby chair. "Ask away." He said, all of his confidence suddenly draining as he shut the door behind him.

Arland smiled before speaking, his words falling from his mouth in an elegant fashion, "Is this girl a defective clone?" He asked, keeping his first round of questions simple.

Alana looked at Mark nervously, her eyes fearful.

Mark nodded softly, glancing at Alana as he pressed his back against the door, "She is." He said slowly, looking away from her. He wasn't sure why he was letting all this information pass - it seemed as though Alana had a place around here... and she needed to stay alive.

Arland nodded, "I suspected as much." He softened his grip on the weapon but didn't let go of it, "Are you human?"

Alana watched nervously.

Mark hesitated before answering but then paused. "Why the hell should I answer to you?" He dug his hand into his pocket and drew his gun from the concealed space, but his hand was shot with the blue liquid. The gun clanged to the ground and he yelped as the substance began burning his skin.

Arland stepped away from Alana and loomed over Mark, "I'm the superior once here." He said, placing the gun against his neck, "And you will answer to me, human."

The gun now removed from her leg Alana jumped up and dashed over to the man, yanking his unsuspecting form away from mark and getting between him and the gun. "Don't hurt him!" She shouted as she stood bravely between them.

Mark stumbled to get up as he placed a hand over his burning hand. "Alana..." He placed a hand on her shoulder and Arland sighed, taking a step back. He pressed a foot on Mark's revolver and kicked it back - through the mist and shadows.

Arland then spoke, his voice more subtle and calm, "I can help you - both of you."

Alana looked at him cautiously. "How? Didn't you just threaten us both?"

"I have to take precaution." He said as he placed his weapon on a nearby table and he was interrupted by a slight moan. Felix brought a hand to his head and looked around, groaning once again before sitting up.

"Where am I?" He said, the sleepiness slightly wearing off him after a few seconds.

Alana looked over at him and relief was clear on her face. "Felix! You're ok." She wanted to run over to him and give him a hug but she remembered how he'd backed away from her upon figuring out what she was...

"Hey..." He said smiling at her as he slid to a position on his elbow, looking around as he inhaled the current situation they were in. "What's going on?"

Arland glanced at the boy before approaching Mark, "Are you willing to co-operate with my questions this time." He said as he pulled a bottle of a red liquid from his jacked and grabbed Mark's arm, applying it to the burn mark which was forming on his hand, "That should help it heal at a more efficient and quicker speed."

Mark hesitated before answering, "How do I know I can trust you?" He asked, snatching his hand back as the red liquid began seeping in, "From the looks of things - you were trying to kill us all!"

Alana looked between all of them nervously then finally thought of something. "He's a defective clone too!"

Arland stared for a second, "Yes - I am defective, but I like to think of myself as human..." He said slowly, taking a step back from Mark and Alana, along with their other friend.