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**Kaitlyn shivered and stole a glance at her capturer. Nothing was ordinary about him. He had a scar that ranged from his left ear all the way to the far right side of his neck and had thick, huge muscles around, well... everything. She looked all over the frozen chamber for a sign of warmth in the guards’ faces. None. They were all as cold as the room was. Maybe I pushed my limit this time, she thought. Maybe I should have just left things the way they were. She was startled out of her thoughts when one of the guards yawned loudly. She grinned and lowered her face, so that they didn't see her. After waiting an hour or so, the guards were snoring so loud it was going to bust her eardrums. Just before she reached into his pocket, she looked at the badge. Yep. A mercenary. If it hadn't been a life and death situation, she would have laughed out loud. Mercenaries usually were fat and couldn't keep up with her. She turned and stuck her right hand (she was tied up) in his pocket. She dug around until she found what she was looking for. Her eyes bright, she pulled out a gun, a knife, and a solid silver key. Smiling, Kaitlyn stole a glance at her guard and went to work unlocking herself. Successful, she took the gun and knife. Raising her gun, she looked away and shot the man. She cut the rope of the doors and was sprinting out the door. She stopped at the four corridors and looked in every direction. Men were coming in all of them!! She flung her knife and hit the first man in the head. Taking a raging leap, she dodged and hurtled over the soldiers. She was almost out the door, closer and closer until... something whizzed past her ear and struck the door, pushing it shut. It automatically locked. She cried out and dropped to her knees. A cold laugh erupted from the corridor behind her. She spun around, her raven black hair spinning with her. A figure, clothed in black (as dark as a raven's wing) with flowing electric-white blonde hair walked up to her and smacked her with the butt of the gun. Everything went black.** **CHAPTER 2** **Everything was foggy. Kaitlyn sat up and shook her head, trying to clear everything. It didn’t help. She stood up and had to lean against the wall. Panting, she turned and looked behind her. Kaitlyn was in the middle of an ancient temple. Ever where she looked, there were statues as old as the Mayans. She turned and started to jog away, when BAM! " AHHHhhhh....what the...?" She looked around then pressed the air in front of her. There was a solid invisible wall surrounding her. She tried to walk in every direction. “There is no way out, Kaitlyn.” A lady’s voice echoed out of nowhere. Kaitlyn froze. She had heard that sound before. In a quivering voice, she questioned, “H-How do you know my name? And why are you doing this to me?” The jar jostled and started to lift into the air. While holding on for dear life, she screamed, “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!! I’m just looking for….” She stopped suddenly. Why should she tell this stranger that she was looking for her mother? The jar plummeted and she started to float in the air. Something wet was on her cheeks. She felt them, and surprised to see that they were tears. A terrible thought came to her mind. I have failed my mother, she thought. I have failed her and my father. The jar stopped, and she was thrown to the bottom. All of the sudden, Kaitlyn was dumped out and left on a grassy bottom. She laid there, shuddering, for a few minutes. After calming down, she stood up. Her legs felt like Jell-O. She took a shuddering breath, and looked around. She was in a room with no bottom. At least, she couldn’t see a bottom. The room had nothing special in it. There was carvings of what looked like tikis, but large, humongous bodies and no bottom tiki. There was two thin walkways from one end of the passageway to the next. In the middle was a grassy circle, which was what she had landed on. The only other thing in there was a rock pedestal. Quietly she crept over to it. Pulling out her gun, she circled the thing, getting closer every time. Finally, she jumped and shot inside of it. Crap. Another bullet wasted. Kaitlyn placed the gun back in it’s place and bent over the pedastal. Nothing was in there that she needed, except for a…what is that? She took a deep breath and reached inside. Her hand grabbed something sharp. She yelped and pulled back her hand, swearing under her breath. This time she put her flashlight in there first. Duh. Something was at the bottom. She swiped at it, incase it was an animal, but it didn’t move. She gently lifted it out of the pedestal and looked at it. It was just like her field gloves. It covered up the palm and the back of the hand, but left her fingers free to move. The one difference was that it wouldn’t cover up the front of her hand. It had claws so it could grip. Carefully she placed it on the back or her hand. It connected like a magnet and dug it’s claws into the palm of her had. She cried out and tried to pull the thing off, but it was too late. It was stuck. Still upset, she looked around to see if there were anymore “presents.” Nope. But their was an engraving on the side of the pedestal. It read:**  **// Dear Katie; //**  **//You did it, dearest. If you are reading this letter than I know you have found the CLAW. I know that it hurt to put it on, ( You got that right, she thought.) but this gives you the power of the gods.//**  **Whoa. Back up. Kaitlyn read the beginning twice. No, it wasn’t her mind. He had really written it. She continued on:**  **// When I first found this piece, I thought that it belonged to a museum. And, (being in India at the time) offered every one of the museums the claw, but they all refused. They turned deathly white and started talking in Indian so fast I couldn’t catch a particale of it. Even though they didn’t know English, they all said the same: “Bad Juju, sir, bad juju.” I didn’t have the faintest idea what to do with it, and knowing England and the US, then she would probably try to work it. I came across a cave out in the middle of a temple. In fact, the very one you are standing in my dear. There was already a pedestal there, so I just dug a deeper hole and wrote this letter. I went back to England to study up on the piece. It came from an ancient tribe in the old times of India. Apparently, if you found the match to this claw, a belt, and Thor’s hammer, you could open the steps to Avalon, another place connected to Hell. Your mother thought I was perfectly crazy and laughed at me all the time. She had the most beautiful laugh. Then, when you came home, sobbing, telling me your mother was gone, I knew I was right. There was such a thing. I had shown her a diagram of what the opening to Avalon looked like, and you described it the exact same way. She must have noticed and gone to see herself. I have the coordinates of the treasures. I am sorry, Katie. I have failed you and your mother. Because, if you are reading this letter, then know that I am dead. I love you and am now giving you the responsibility of the quest. Good luck, love. //**  **//Sincerely,//** **//Robert A. Croft.//**  **This was too much for her. Power of the Gods? Yeah right… but about her mother going to Avalon? Kaitlyn shifted uncomfortably. It could be possible if he found a map and proof, but a claw? God, he was so stupid! But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get over the part where evidence was found in India. She would try. She leaned her head against the pedestal and started to cry. Everything had been so different after the disappearance. What have I gotten myself into? She thought. What if I do actually go to the opening of Avalon? What do I do then? Tears streaming down her face, she closed her eyes and rested her hand reassuringly on the gun. ****Clacking was coming from the left walkway of the room. Kaitlyn opened one eye, and then the other. Squinting, she put her hand over her eyes. The sun had come over. Must be time for lunch. A person was standing there in the doorway, her eyes smiling cruelly at Kaitlyn. She had flowing, white-blond hair, and a cover-up from her chin to her nose. She was wearing a sleeve-less black shirt, and black silk pants that looked like they just came from some curtains. The woman’s shoes were black boots that had super high heels and buckles that went all the way to her knees. Slowly, the woman unwound her mask. Kaitlyn waited until she had unwound almost everything when she realized who she was. Her eyes grew wide and furious. Her eyebrows went down and she slowly raised her gun.** **“YOU!!!”** ======

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 **CHAPTER 3**  ** The lady laughed and teetered closer. “Hello, sweetheart. Remember me?” She laughed again and inched closer. Kaitlyn stepped backwards, and then replied, “Jacqueline Natla. Of course. You have a tendency of not dying.” Natla smirked and replied, “A trait we have in common.” “I have nothing in common with a backstabbing liar like you.” Anger flared in Natla’s eyes and she turned away for a few minutes. “That turn out in Egypt was just a fake. What I really need is for you to get me the gauntlets!!” Frightened, Kaitlyn took a few steps back to the pedestal. “I will get you nothing. I need them for something else, and if I give them to you, then it will certainly go to waste!!” This time the anger showed in Natla’s entire face but it disappeared so fast that it was almost like it didn’t happen. She smiled coldly and turned away, walking back through the entrance. “I suggest that you find a way out. My…uh, how do you say…PETS, yes, they will be here soon. Ta-ta, sugar.” She opened the back of her shirt and gray, thin, spiny wings came out of her back. Kaitlyn stared up at her, gaping. Natla laughed, and, waving three fingers, flew out of the room up to the top where there was a big hole of light shining through. **// There was a hole in the ceiling!! //<span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> **<span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #00b0f0; font-family: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Just then, a loud screech erupted from the top of the crater. A winged creature started to descend from the roof. It landed on one of the giant roots in the side of the wall. First it looked at Kaitlyn and hissed, then howled. 3 more big ones came, and then hundreds of thousands came through the hole. Kaitlyn closed her eyes and walked backwards against the wall. She took a deep breath and rolled out to the monsters, guns first and a ragged grin on her face. The monsters roared and started to attack. Kaitlyn ran forward and shot, first on the left, then the right. The creatures were falling down in every which way, but no matter how many she shot, more kept coming in. One was coming towards her face, but she had run out of bullets. She rolled to one side and then refilled by dropping her empty cartridges on the ground and sliced at her legs, which had ropes on them filled with cartridges full of bullets. The guns refilled and she turned to shoot at the monster, but it hit the sunspot and exploded. All the monsters stopped and looked towards the sound as if they were blind. Maybe they are, Kaitlyn thought. She walked quietly to the outside of the circle and shot at sunspot. The things turned and flew to the sound, only to stop for a few seconds before the exploded. All the monsters stopped and looked towards the sound as if they were blind. Maybe they are, Kaitlyn thought. She walked quietly to the outside of the circle and shot at sunspot. The things turned and flew to the sound, only to stop for a few seconds before the exploded. Kaitlyn just dropped her guns by her side and gawked. There was no reason that they should do that, unless…. Kaitlyn went over to the body and gently moved it so that she could see the mouth. There were fangs as large as a shark fin and as thick as a tennis ball. She gasped and walked backwards, not thinking of what was there. Her left boot slipped over the side and the next thing she knew, she was falling, falling, falling into black darkness… ** <span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> ====== Chapter 4
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This was the end. She had failed. She had failed her father, and she had failed her mother. Tears were streaming up her face, from the wind and her sadness. Kaitlyn gulped and started to calm herself. Maybe this wasn’t the end. Maybe she wouldn’t crash to a million pieces…The tears started again. She couldn’t control herself, she was writhing and kicking, and then, on top of it all… She could see the ground. It was coming faster and faster and then… her arm yanked on to something and she screamed. Her shoulder tissue ripped, but she wasn’t going to let go. Black, yellow, and red blots were in front of her eyes. Still crying, Kaitlyn put hand over hand, and yanked up. It was hurting to bad to keep climbing. ****//<span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #4f81bd; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Mother //****<span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #00b0f0; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">. Her thoughts recharged, she kept climbing. About 60 feet up, there was a terrible breaking noise. Kaitlyn looked up to see that her weight was pulling on the vine too hard. The vine was connected to the crumbling part of the circle. Slowly, the blocks were tumbling down. They would smash her to death! Then, out of nowhere, a body in a strikingly white body suite came swinging out of nowhere. It grabbed Kaitlyn and the shot a harpoon at the ceiling. The arrow somehow wedged itself in between some rocks and started pulling itself and them up. The rocks started falling, and at some point the entire middle circle collapsed. The thing pulled her up at the top of the crater, and then gave her hand out to help Kaitlyn up. Kaitlyn gave her the unclawed hand and tried to use her other one to push her up, but failed as her shoulder screamed with pain. She ended up with one leg over the crater and the other still dangling. Finally, the person tugged her up and Kaitlyn tumbled out onto the volcano. There was the blue sky! The pine trees and fresh air! Lakes and…a sea? Oh well, thought Kaitlyn as she grinned. She laughed and jumped, then yelped in fear as she tried to fall down the mountain. A sharp grip held on to her injured shoulder. Then she remembered how badly she was hurt and hurried to pull off her shirt. There was a gash and nothing else, but whenever she moved it, there was a piercing pain and she winced. Ripping her shirt in half, Kaitlyn tied up the wound. She pulled her grimy shirt (that now showed her abs,) back over herself. For the first time, she looked over the “thing” that had saved her. It had pitch black hair (not so different from Kaitlyn’s,) and dark green eyes. Her skin was a dark tan, and the white body suit stood out brilliantly on the girl. She was 16, 17 at the most. Kaitlyn, still looking at the girl curiously, asked, “What were you doing here? I mean, thanks for saving my life and everything, but, what were YOU here for?” A look of pain and secrecy creeped up on to the girl’s face. “I can’t reply to that. At least, not yet. My name is Angelina Moreno Henao Perez Montoya.” Then, when Kaitlyn looked confused, she said hurriedly, “But you can call me Angie. It’s what my mother use to call me when…” She bit off the end of the sentence and said in a slightly harsher voice, “Well? Are we going to just stand around here, or are we going to get off of this cursed island?” Kaitlyn nodded and slid her hand down to her gun. Angie followed her gaze and laughed. “Don’t worry. I won’t kill you. I’ve been set on a mission to save you, and if I fail to keep you safe or kill you like I normally would, they would cut me red.” Kaitlyn still kept her hand at the gun. “Be that way. Get on my back and we’ll get the heck out of here.” **<span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #00b0f0; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> <span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">

Chapter 6 Angelina turned. She sighed and said, "Kaitlyn. I have had a great friendship with you. Sorry to end this so suddenly." And then, her best and only friend walked out of her life.
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 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #00b0f0; line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia; msofareastfontfamily: 'Times New Roman';">They glided down to the dock by parachute. Angie was gagging and gurgling, while Kaitlyn held on for dear life. The land was beautiful, and the animals were nice, but the only problem was there was an ocean surrounding them. That there was meant that there was not a way to escape! Kaitlyn kept asking how Angie had gotten there, but all she would do were shake her head and immediately close her mouth. Since there was no food, and Kaitlyn’s guns were starting to run out, they had to shape spears and kill the animals (Angie, who was use to the skinning, did all that stuff. It made Kaitlyn sick to kill all the nice animals, but she would <span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #00b0f0; line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia; msofareastfontfamily: 'Times New Roman'; mso-spacerun: yes; msospacerun: yes;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #00b0f0; line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia; msofareastfontfamily: 'Times New Roman';">have thrown up all her guts if she had to do that…). One day, Kaitlyn was poking at the fire when Angelina said something. “I know where all the other stuff is.” Kaitlyn froze. “The what?” <span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #00b0f0; line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia; msofareastfontfamily: 'Times New Roman'; mso-spacerun: yes; msospacerun: yes;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #00b0f0; line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia; msofareastfontfamily: 'Times New Roman';">“The…The other pieces to the search, you know!!!” She slammed down the knife and said, “They sent me here to help kill you, this…this thing that you’re searching for, your mother, you can’t do it!! They have a ton of information about that subject, but they don’t want you to know about it. There is to many secrets the KSSA already has to keep away from you, you know? I mean, normally I wouldn’t be helping you or anything, but I want to!” Kaitlyn frowned. “I don’t understand. Why would you be here to kill me?” Angie stood up and walked around the campsite, running her fingers through her hair. “Look, I have to go through this before they come” “Who--?” <span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #00b0f0; line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia; msofareastfontfamily: 'Times New Roman'; mso-spacerun: yes; msospacerun: yes;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #00b0f0; line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia; msofareastfontfamily: 'Times New Roman';">“Look, Kaitlyn, we’ve become really good friends over the days and everything, but I was sent here to kill you!!! I was supposed to stay on top of the crater, and wait to make sure that those monsters killed you, but they didn’t! You figured out a weakness that even Natla didn’t know!” Kaitlyn stood up too, and slipped her gun out of her pocket. “Angelina,” she said as she pointed the gun towards the girl, “I can’t have you kill me. I need to find my mother. She could still be alive, and if she is, I want to spend the rest of my life with her. You have 3 choices; 1. You walk away. 2. You help me. 3. You try to attack me and I kill you. Pick one.” **
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She was left all alone.

Slowly packing, she stepped to the side. This wasn't what she had planned, she thought. She scraped her boot toe over the dirt, drawing a diagram of the machine. Everything had happened over such a few amount of days. By the way, what day was it? She sighed again, looking towards the the silahoutte that was turning into a speck. Kailtyn slung on her pack, and turned away, knowing that she would up with Angie a lot. One more question ended up in her mind as she walked away. What the heck was KSSA?

The End!! **