'Oops.' Frank spoke before reaching up to his cheek and rapidly reattaching it after clumsily thumbling with the wires that held it together. He tried smiling a few times to test the stitches before nodding past them, 'Should we go wake Lulu and Ryan up?'<br/>'Yes and then we'll have to start moving.' Alistair spoke as he turned in the direction of camp. The three of them sprinted off back to their tents, dodging past trees and low branches as best they could in the dim moon light. Alistair wasn't surprised to hear Lulu and Ryan moaning in fear as they got closer.<br/>'If this is a warning then we need to start moving now. If we stick around then whatever is after us will be coming for us and that will result in us jeopardising the other students.' Alistair spoke as they ran, trying his best not to sound as tired as he felt.<br/>'Is that wise? We'll have no idea where we are going apart from some hunches.' Frank asked as he glanced at the detective. There was an evident sound of gloom in his voice, perhaps he had wanted to act like a normal human being for a couple of hours longer. Perhaps he had hoped to join in with their camp activities even if it did seem impossible.<br/>'Its the best we have. It will take a while but we'll find some-oh dear god.' Alistair stopped as they came to a halt. The sight before them was like something out of a nightmare. Their entire camp had been decimated in the short time they had run into the forest. The tents had been kicked down, their bags had been torn open, the ashes from the camp fire had been scattered over the grounds but worst of all was that Ryan was currently being held in the air by the throat by a monster.<br/>'What took you?' Ryan croaked under the grip of the creature; a tall humanoid figure with long black hair and rotten skin. It was dressed in a fancy tattered dress that looked hundreds of years old. At its feet was the unconscious form of Lulu and sitting beside her was a young man with a light tan and dark hair. He would have been attractive dressed in his white shirt and black trousers, he had every look of a model, but his eyes were filled with anger and violence.<br/>'Don't move or my beloved will rip his throat out.' The man spoke; his accent had a hint of french in it and sounded cool and calm, but there was a noticeable tone of venom in his voice.