Danny groaned, clutching her head. It was throbbing painfully and hurt even worse when she tried to sit up.
"I see some one's finally woke up," Heston laughed from beside her.
"You," she groaned. "Get away."
"Why?" He asked, smiling now. "Poor Brandon. Alone now. Do you really think he brought you there to protect you, Danny?"
"Yes! To protect me from you," she said, fiercely.
"Why not take you away from here, then?" He asked. "He dosen't care, Danny. He is powerhungry."
Her confidance faltered a little. "Aren't you just the same as him?" She asked, sitting up, clutching her head.
"Me?" He laughed. "You need me Danny. Together, with me, we can get rid of Brandon. He's a pest and has done nothing but confuse you. He's the evil. Not me."
Danny was confused again. She was so sure that Brandon was...well, good. "I don't believe you!" She yelled looking away from him.
Heston grabbed her cheeks in his hand and turned her face to his. "You might want to rethink that, Danny," he whispered. "I am the only thing keeping you alive."
He left the room. She heard him look the door and Danny curled up. She was alone. Heston's prisoner. She was never going to get out of here. Heston obviously wasn't good, but was Brandon. She was almost sure he was but...could he have persuaded her?
Danny groaned as her head started aching again. Where was her brother when she needed him. She shook her head. She knew where he was. Dead...because of her.
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