I lied in the last one. This chapter has the plot twist :) I bet you'll like it....

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Hudson exited the girl's bathroom and started sprinting. I followed behind closely, still slightly shaking from the vision. Who would plant a bomb in the middle of such a huge public place? A terrorist? Hudson turned left and dodged through a crowd of people.

"Sorry!" I apologized, also shoving through them.

"Hey!"

"I said sorry!"

Hudson looked over his shoulder at me and rolled his eyes. "We have more important things to do then apologize to people. If they want to live that is."

I shook my head and he turned back around and kept running. We passed a bench and I stopped, calling out to Hudson.

"Is this it?"

Hudson paused and looked at what I was pointing at. He shook his head. "No. Do you have any idea where it might be? We have exactly twenty five minutes to do this."

"Uh," I thought for a moment. I wasn't really focusing on what stores were surrounding me. "I'm not sure. A type of leather store, maybe?"

Hudson thought for a moment and than his face lit up. "I know where that is! Come on!"

He started sprinting again and I quickly ran after him. We dodged through crowds of people and maneuvered ourselves down an escalator. When we ran around a corner, I realized where we were, even though I hadn't actually been there before. It was the place from the vision.

I skidded to a halt when I saw a bench. "Hudson! Here!"

Hudson stopped and jogged back over to me. I pointed to the bench and together we ran over to it. Hudson dropped onto his knees and stuck his head under it. After a moment he pulled it back out and started searching around the bench.

"There's no bomb..."

"I'm sure that's the bench!" I told him. "Look at your pictures."

Hudson stuffed his hand into his pocket and retrieved the photographs. He inspected each one and than handed me one with a picture of the same bench that was in front of us on it.

"It's the same one," he agreed, "but where's the bomb?"

I drummed my fingers anxiously on my pants. We only had twenty minutes to disarm the bombs. I dropped to my knees and looked under the bench as well. I remember in my vision it wasn't there but...

"Oh yeah!"

"What?"

I pressed my ear to the ground and, sure enough, I heard the ticking loud and clear. I motioned for Hudson to kneel next to me and put his head to the floor. He did as I said and his eyes widened in surprise.

"It's in the basement?" Hudson asked, climbing to his feet and offering a hand out to me.

"Is there a basement?" I responded, taking his hand and being pulled to my feet.

"Yes, but we have to go all the way to the back of the mall," Hudson explained with a frown, his eyebrows knitted. "That would take at least five minutes. And then five minutes more to find the room."

"Which would leave about ten minutes to disarm the bomb..." I continued, calculating in my head.

"We have to hurry!"

Hudson grabbed my hand suddenly and started sprinting. I stumbled for a few moments until I adjusted to his pace and movements. His hand squeezed mine tighter as he brushed through a crowd of people. I worked hard to keep up with his pace, but I could barely do it. In a few moments, I was out of breath.

We soon came to a big black door and Hudson stopped and let go of my hand. I stopped as well and panted, wiping my hand off on my pants. It had gotten sweaty from holding Hudson- no; it had gotten sweaty from running too much. Or it had gotten sweaty from nerves. Not because Hudson was holding my hand...

"You're hand sure was sweaty," Hudson commented with a grin. "Nervous? Or is it-"

"Open the door!" I ordered, feeling my face start to heat up. "Come on!"

Hudson tried the doorknob and, luckily, it opened without having to use a key. Hudson ran in and I followed. We ran down the steps and into the dimly lit basement.

"This way!" Hudson called, running to the left.

I followed him, dodging around poles and other equipment. We made many twists and turns until Hudson suddenly stopped, letting out a frustrated groan. I looked ahead of him and realized we were at a dead end.

"How is this possible?" Hudson demanded, glaring at the wall in front of us. "The store should be a couple of yards away from here. Why would the basement end here?"

"No way," I said, staring at the wall aghast. "We only have ten minutes to stop the bomb!"

"I know!" Hudson cried, slamming his fist into the wall. "How could I bring us to a dead end?"

"Hudson, what do we do?" I asked, surprised that my voice was shaking. Were we going to die?

"I don't know!" Hudson responded, running a hand through his hair. "Shit."

I scanned the dead end we were at. There weren't that many doors that we passed on the way here, but it'd take too long to go and search every one of them. I walked over to the wall and looked at the bookcase in front of where the dead end was. I stared curiously. It was out of place...

I walked to the edge of it and whipped out my cell phone and opened it, putting the light to where the bookcase couldn't quite reach the wall. To my amazement, I saw a doorknob.

"Hudson!"

"What?" he asked, coming over to me.

"Behind the bookcase is a door!"

"Move," he ordered.

I moved away from the bookcase and with a grunt, Hudson shoved the bookcase out of the way. I nodded in approval at him. He was stronger than he looked. He opened the door and walked in; I followed behind him.

Ticking filled my ears and I knew this was the right place. Hudson grinned over at me and reached into his back pocket. When he pulled his hand out, inside it was a pair of wire clippers.

I stared at him. "Do you know how to disarm a bomb?"

"Nope," Hudson laughed.

My eyes widened. "But if you don't do it correctly, everyone will die."

"Don't worry about it," he told me, starting down the steps that led to the ticking noise.

I followed behind him and the ticking got louder. When we reached the bottom, it was pitch black. I bumped into Hudson and he turned around to steady me.

"Willow, find a light switch."

I nodded and realized that he couldn't see me. "Okay."

I made my way around him and felt against the wall. I ran my hands up and down while taking slowly, cautious steps. The concrete wall was cold and some parts where the concrete had fallen out out scratched my palms and fingers. I came to a hole and cautiously stepped forwards, trying to feel where the wall was.

When I felt something soft and warm, my eyes widened. I opened my mouth to scream when a rough hand covered my it. It had to be the terrorist!

"Willow?" Hudson called, sounding anxious. "What is it?"

"Mmph!" I shouted into the hand that was covering my mouth.

"Hold on!" Hudson told me and I heard his cautious steps.

The man, I presumed by the feel of his hand, slammed me against a wall and my head ricocheted against it, momentarily causing me to see stars. I cried out as the man pulled my hair towards him and away from the wall. I felt a hand on my midsection and I balled my hand into a fist and slammed it into the man's head.

He stumbled backwards, but only tightened his grip on me. Suddenly we were falling. My arms flailed violently and I struck something hard and small and suddenly light filled the room.

The man landed on his back on the ground and I fell onto him. My face was only a few inches away from his and I blinked, looking into a young man's face. He had messy brown hair and dull grey eyes. He wasn't an old man as I expected him to be; in fact he was actually a little handsome.

I bit down into his hand and he knocked me to the side, wrapping his hands around my throat and squeezing. Immediately my airway was constricted and I started gasping, beating on the man's chest.

I watched as a fist connected with the stranger's head. This time the stranger let go of me. Hudson then kicked the man over and I scrambled to my feet, running a few feet away before turning back, rubbing my neck.

"Hudson, look out!" I screamed as the man on the ground suddenly swung at the back of Hudson's legs.

Hudson jumped just in time and jogged backwards until he was next to me. The man with brown hair stood up and Hudson pushed me behind him. The man rubbed the side of his head and glared at Hudson.

"Don't interfere kid," the man demanded, scowling now.

"Kid?" Hudson retorted. "You look younger than me."

The other man snorted. "Whatever. Just leave now, and I won't hurt you."

"No."

"Tch. Whatever. It's the girl and other guy I'm here for."

"Other guy?" I asked, staring at the man. "What other guy?"

"The one with black hair," he told me. "The one who helps you break the predictions you see."

"But-" I started, giving the man a confused look, but Hudson stopped me. I stared at Hudson. The man didn't recognize Hudson because he didn't have black hair?

"How do you know she can see the future?" Hudson asked the man.

The man smirked. "She breaks disasters she sees. So if she is a breaker, I would be the opposite; a disaster prosecutor."