~Cory's POV~
"And that's what happened to me to take me to this hell hole." Ashlie finished. I feel really sorry for her. She, of all people, shouldn't have to put up with this shit.
"I'm really sorry you have to deal with that fucker now. You honestly don't deserve it."
Me and Ashlie sat in silence for a bit, and heard footsteps coming down the hall. We both just looked up at each other and thought the same thing. What poor innocent souls has Ross dragged in this time? As the footsteps neared we heard Ross' voice.

"Yes really, Ashlie and Cory, they seem nice, Cory's been here for two months and Ashlie's been here for three days." When the sentence finished the door opened and two boys walked in, one seemingly older than the other. After they were both in the door slammed shut and we heard the door lock, followed by Ross saying, "Night you lot. HAHAHA!"

His ever creepy laugh sent shivers down all four of our backs. While we were recovering I had a quick look at the new boys to see the shorter one on the verge of tears. He had a long sleeved black top on, with a dark blue jumper on top, black hair and glasses. He went to hug the taller one who had a hoodie, jeans, and blue hair. He knelt down to hug the smaller one. They reminded me of the two brothers that used to live in my and Ashlie's neighbourhood, but that's not possible. They're both back in England. After a while of silence, I took it upon myself to start the conversation off.

"Wow, three other's in one week? Ross must be lovin' life right now. I'm Cory and that's Ashlie! What are your names? "The taller one hesitated before answering,

"I'll answer, but only if you guys agree to answer my questions first." Me and Ashlie both nodded. "Three things. One: Cory, how are you alive? Two: What are you both doing here? And three: What happened to you guys? You look like you came fresh out some evil lab!" Me and Ashlie glanced at each other and knew what we wanted to do.

"How do you know us? Anyways, when... They were killed, the murderer spared me, but I lost my sight. He said if I followed him I could live to see another day, quite literally. But yeah, then I was taken to this dump, and I was alone here for two months."

"Two days ago, me and my parents were on a drive through the woods. We were headed back to our old neighbour hood for holiday. It was going just fine, until we got distracted singing and we drove right off the road into a tree... And... They d-di-" The older boy gave her a glance, then at his brother, and then at Ashlie again, obviously signalling that he didn't want his brother to hear that her parents died. "They... Disappeared... I-Into the woods. I walked through the woods and passed out. Then I woke up from bouncing up and down. I was being drove through the woods by a man. I told him my name and what happened and he brought me here and turned me into this, as some sick experiment." The younger one rushed over to Ashlie and hugged her legs that were dangling down from the top bunk. She looked down at him, then at me and the other boy then back at one that was hugging her. She leant over and picked the boy up and put him on the bed beside her. He laughed and hugged her tightly.

"Heh, consider yourself lucky. Nick doesn't usually take a liking to people other than his family. But, then again, he's always liked you Ashlie. Perhaps even more so then me sometimes." Me and Ashlie just stopped as we realised what he had just said. These two guys were really Nick and Uni from our old neighbourhood.

"Wait, why are you guys back here?" I said confused about why they were here in America again, apparently going to our old neighbourhood.

"All our parents were arranging to meet up. We were all going to go to Tommy's house, because they hadn't moved and say our wishes for Cory and his parents, but all these bad things have happened, and... I don't know how to feel about it..." Uni answered.

"All we need now is Tommy to turn up and the gang will be all here!" Ashlie said, completely as a joke and not actually wanting it to happen.

But fate works in cruel ways... Doesn't it?