Chapter Twelve

By Daniel Hofmann

“Kim!”

            Shane flew to where his ex-girlfriend had landed hard on the cave floor. His hands went to cradle her head and he could feel the thick warmth of Kim’s blood mingle with the dirt on the ground.

            “Oh god, Kim! Wake up! Shit, please wake up!” he hissed in the dark.

            “She won’t wake up.”

            Shane whipped his head up to see Tate slinking out of the space craft in front of him. His pale face, ablaze with freckles, was grotesque in the light of the giant blue flame.

Chapter Eleven

by Steven D. Lee


Damage Control.

That was what he was doing for the longest time.  They had no idea how much he had to do to keep this project rolling.   None at all.

First, he had to deal with the inevitable call from Mrs. King.

He had to reassure her that her darling daughter needed a different environment in which to continue to get better.

Chapter Ten

By Kiesha Priem

Shane was breathing hard.  Or maybe he was hardly breathing.  He was having a hard time feeling his body lately.  But he and Kim had barely made it back to their beds before Tate came in with his wake-up call. 

Shane remembered Kim saying that Keah was going to need their help, but what did he owe the olive-eyed girl?  Nothing.  Things were getting far too creepy for Shane.  He had to come up with an escape plan to get Kim and himself out of there without being seen or noticed.  His thoughts were interrupted by Tate’s roaring voice. 

Chapter Nine

Shane woke with a start.

That was some seriously good sleep. He thought. And yet, he was all of a sudden wide awake. Everyone else in his room was still sleeping. It’s a wonder none of them were disturbed by Brightlee last night, either. Camp really wears some people out. As Shane returned to consciousness, he had many ideas flowing back into his mind.

First, Brightlee wins the award for creepiest flirting.