Avi awoke slowly and instantly wished he weren't awake at all. His vision blurred and swam as he struggled to take in his new surroundings. From his current lying down position he could make out a red, tent-like ceiling and hanging up there, dim fairy lights.

He sat up, too quickly, as his vision blurred once more. Ugh, he'd had more pleasant hangovers than this. Looking around the room once more from his now seated position he was able to take in a lot more. And he was taken aback.

The room he had awoken to was something out of a strange collectors museum. In every corner there was some strange looking statue, on every tented wall there was a hanging ornament or painting. The floor wasn't spared either, every inch was space was littered with documents, random mechanical parts and multiple rugs played out on top of each other. Avi wondered if he'd fallen off the cliff and into a episode of Hoarders.

Oh yeah, that was right. He'd fallen of a fucking cliff. Or had he? He'd blacked out hanging onto the rock so surely he must've fallen. But then if he'd fallen he would certainly be a dead mush on the ground. Maybe this was heaven?

Actually it was more likely purgatory and he was going to be sent to hell for all the times he'd snuck spiders into his foster carers beds.

No matter how disoriented and confused he was right now, his main issue was where the fuck Kevin had got too. Surely if Avi was here Kevin should be as well. Then again, perhaps Kevin had been sent up to heaven already, or maybe he'd managed to stay clinging to the rock and was still there now.

Whatever had happened, Avi knew he had to find out.

He stood up from the tiny bed...and fell straight back down again. Damn he was dizzy. On the other hand Avi was beginning to realise that although his feet might have been unsteady, everything else felt perfectly fine.

In fact he felt great. Now that the initial blurriness had faded his vision was perfectly clear, maybe even better than before. Colours were brighter, images were sharper. Not that he'd ever worn glasses but Avi imagined this was similar to when someone cleaned their lenses after they had been dirty for a while.

A low muttering suddenly caught Avi's attention and he spun directly towards the source of the noise. He was still alone in the room. But that sound...it had seemed so close.

Avi concentrated his hearing in the direction he thought the noise had come from. "God damn saw!" That was so loud that it was impossible for it not have come from nearby, and yet there was nobody with him. Maybe it was another ghost in purgatory?

Avi shook such silly thoughts from his head and searched around for a way out. There was no obvious exit out of his little room, with every side surface covered in junk. Apparently Avi had just magically teleported himself inside.

He could wait and see if anyone came to get him, then make a run for it, but Kevin could be in trouble. In any case he at least had to check his friend wasn't still stuck on a cliff somewhere and that meant getting out, and fast.

"C'mon!" There was that same voice again. The one which sounded so close to him, yet at the same time seemed to have travelled quite some distance. Avi walked towards it and ended up in front of a bookcase. He would have rolled his eyes if there was anyone else to see him. Really? Could it really be that cliche? Avi felt around the edges of the bookcase and sure enough there was a draft coming from one side. Giving it a tug the shelves came swinging away, providing Avi with his exit.

Yes, freedom!

He exited into a dark tented hallway. What on earth was this place? It smelt of the outside still, wood and lush grass, so maybe he was in a kind of camp site. It was unlike any camp site he'd ever seen though.

He could also hear that same voice muttering to themselves, mainly just murmurs of complaint and annoyance, but could still see no figure for it to belong to. Avi followed that voice. He didn't really have much of a choice seeing as his only option was to follow the tunnel that lead towards it anyway.

For a good minute Avi just walked through the tented tunnel. It was stark bare compared to the room he had awoken in; just a stand holding a candle every couple of feet to light his way.

Finally, as he made his way around a bend, he discovered something other than tent. He'd found doors. Wooden doors, and a lot of them, all in a straight line. There were about fifteen on each side, each identical to the other, and this time Avi was absolutely positive the voice was coming from behind one of the mystery doors.

He focused his hearing again and slowly walked down the hallway. One, two, three, four. Four doors down and...to the left. Fourth door down on the left. That was the source of the voice that had been haunting the boy ever since he had woke up in this strange, giant tent.

At that point Avi was too curious and disoriented to remember his manners, and barged in through the door without knocking beforehand. The room he entered was nothing like the tent hall, it was more like a medieval torture chamber. Dark and dank with various tools designed purely for inflicting pain.

Over in the darkest corner there was a man with long, scraggly hair leaning over a wooden table, and making quite the raucous. He was busy hacking away at something and was breathing very heavily.

Upon entering the room the man turned round to reveal a beard that resembled his hair. "Huh, who's there?" The man called out, in a London accent was it? He sounded a bit like a character from Oliver.

Spying Avi by the door, he turned the full way round and revealed to Avi a sight which made sure he wasn't going to get a peaceful night's sleep for a good few days.

His arm had been decapitated. Not amputated but sawed off, and Avi didn't need to be a detective to work out from the saw in the guys hands and the limp arm on the floor that he had just walked in on someone cutting their own arm off!

The man stepped forward, blood still spewing from his severed limb and sprayed some of the red onto a nearby chair. "Oh now look what you've made me do!" he cried out in frustration. "Oi, come back 'ere!"

There was no way Avi was going back as he sprinted through the tented corridors, faster than he ever had before, as he tried to find a way out of this hell hole.

He sprinted down the corridor, round the corner...and straight into a man standing on his hands. The man, who was wearing a bowler hat and smoking a cigar looked up at him in surprise as Avi just continued on running.

"Stop 'im Seamus!" he could hear the other guy yelling.

Still Avi kept running, his heart practically beating out of his chest. He found himself in another cluttered room and allowed himself a moments rest. He didn't think they'd caught up with him. He'd never run so fast in his life.

That was when he replied he still wasn't alone. There was a small figure stood in the middle of the room. A tiny blonde girl, maybe seven years old was singing softly to herself and she was the first person that didn't send Avi running in terror.

"You, kid." He briskly walked up to her. "Tell me how to get out of here." He spun the girl around by the shoulder and felt the colour drain from his face.

The little girl looked normal in every aspect except her face wasn't entirely...human. More like it was porcelain, like she was one of those old fashioned dolls, that he used to creep the hell out of him when he was really small.

"Hel-lo?" the doll face chimed at him, mechanically tilting it's head a reaching a tiny arm out to him. Avi scrambled back on the floor, stuttering incomprehensible things at the doll face.

"Laddie's in here Ricky!" Two hands - or Seamus - was back (still on his hands of course) and brought with him Avi's first acquaintance, who was still trailing blood everywhere.

The doll face who Avi had most recently met began wailing, a high pitched screeching sound that had the other three putting their available hands to their ears until she trailed off into small cries, fat tears falling from her glass eyes.

They were all shouting at each other and shouting at him, and not looking any more normal. They were also closing around him, and Avi found his legs had gone to jelly and were unable to keep him standing anymore. And so Avi did what any person would probably do in that situation. Avi screamed.

Somehow he found himself with a wooden chair in his hands and backed into the nearest corner he could find. Holding up his only useless weapon, a low, threatening growl Avi didn't know he was capable of emitted from his throat.

"Alright what are you load of dumb-asses jabbering about now?" Someone shouted out from behind them and the three immediately silenced and parted to let a boy through.

He was a small boy. Very small and very skinny, so much so that Avi mistook him for someone much younger that he probably was. He didn't know many thirteen year old boys who had stubble though. Avi glared at the kid, chair firmly in his hands still.

Not breaking the pattern, this boy also wasn't what you'd call normal looking. In the place of plain skin, he had a covering of tiny, green, glimmering scales, so faint that Avi probably would have almost missed them with his original eyesight. With his new found vision however, the kid certainly looked at home amongst the others.

The boy looked at him and grinned, his large dark eyes glistening in delight and his lips pulling back to reveal elongated canines.

"Well, well, well," he spoke in a high melodic voice. "Sleeping beauty is finally awake. Lucian will be pleased."

Guess who? ;)