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About me
Ah, Crash Bandicoot. He used to be my favourite franchise (until I discovered Jak and Zelda), but that doesn't mean he's not one of my favourites. I remember my used to give me loans of his Crash 2 and Crash 3 (along with Spyro 2 and Harry Potter 1) for PlayStation. I remeber loving them and playing them all the time (though I'm not going to lie - Spyro 2 was my favourite). Then, on my sixth birthday, he gave me Crash 2, 3 and Spyro 2 (but not the Harry Potter game for some reason) for keeps! I was overjoyed. Over the years, I have gotten all the Crash games (excluding the phone ones) and I still love the series to this day.

Cian lead the boat out of view. Once this was done he joined the others on the sofas. “I can't believe he won't let us come with him. If we can survive dinosaurs, we can survive this.” Michael huffed. Twenty long and boring minutes passed. Some of them stared out the window, some of them stared at the floor, some of them did a bit of both. Annoyed sighs filled the boat. Not only was their friend and leader kidnapped, but they were supposed to wait like idiots in a boat for God knows how long. Aaron eventually got sick of it. “That's it, I'm going out there, I don't get how much trouble we get in with that guy,” he growled. “Count me in,” Sonny said, getting up. Everyone wanted to go onto the island so Cian got behind the wheel and brought them back. Upon landing on the island's beach they saw the building in greater detail. It was, again, two storeys high, very wide and made of tough red bricks. Solar panels were slated on the roof, which itself appeared to aluminium. Grass plastered the island and trees circled the building, except for its entrance, which was a pair of glass doors. They strolled nervously towards the entrance. Cian pushed one of the glass doors open and was now in an empty reception area. On the inside the building was warm and very white. White floors, white walls. There were two doors, one straight ahead and one to the left. They took the door to the left and came to a hallway with a bunch of wide rooms to the left and right. Brian dared to peer into one of the window of a door. Inside was a wide open room with some sort of strange army tank inside. It was your regular tank, but they were these small cylinders strapped to the side. They looked like... rockets. Brian called everyone over to see the tank. “Yeah, those seem to be rockets all right,” Sonny nodded. Brian focused on the tank. Were the kidnappers trying to develop some sort of flying army tank? It seemed ludicrous. They checked the other rooms. They all looked the same; a wide open room with something interesting inside. One room contain a table with a bunch of bizarre looking guns, another had several mannequins with strange armour on them, and in the last room a small pod that reminded them of Robort's tank rested. They came to the end of the hallway. They carried on and found themselves on a balcony. They walked to the edge of the balcony and looked down. A big pool of water rested at the bottom. They could see a shape swimming in it. They then noticed a small container to their left. Paul sauntered over to it and saw that it was full of small, dead fish. He returned to the balcony. The shape in the water was swimming around excitedly. It then dipped its head over the surface of the water and everyone jumped back with fright. It was a porbeagle shark. It was small and had big black eyes. Its mouth was open, showing its layers of razor sharp teeth. Its gills were just visible, rough white things that looked likes scars. It submerged again and the rose back up. “It's hungry,” Paul whispered, remembering the container full of fish. He went back over to the container. It was heavy enough. He dumped the colourful fish over the balcony and they landed with a heavy splash into the shark's pool. The shark began gobbling up its fish. The Club watched, mesmerised. They had calmed down and were no longer afraid. They watched the shark with interest until Senan reminded them of the job at hand. Another door was to the right of the one they had came in and they chose that one. This hallway was identical to the one they had passed before. More guns, and armour filled two of the rooms. In another room there were shelf full of weird, metallic pairs of shoes. Joseph was tempted to go into this room but Aaron stopped him, saying that they might set off an alarm if they touched one of the things in the room. Sighing, Joe went to the door of the next room. Looking through the window he saw a table covered with grenades. Coming to the end of the hallway they ventured through the next door. They were standing on another balcony in a tall room that mirrored the shark room that had purple walls. At the end of the room they could see a dozen people in a circle. In the middle of the circle was a thirteenth person. Rachel. She was no longer on the wheelchair, but now on an office chair. The people surrounding her included Garret, and her two other kidnappers. They didn't recognise any of the other nine. While eleven of them were sitting on office chairs like Rachel, a woman was standing before her, questioning her. They only had a side view of the woman but from what they could make out she was black, middle aged and dressed in a marine blue uniform. Her eyes bored into Rachel. She was questioning the kidnapped girl, but the Club couldn't make the questions out. At the edge of the balcony that they were standing on was a metallic spiral staircase. Everyone ducked down and crawled over to it. One by one they slowly began wading there way down the stairs. Cian was in the lead and as he descended he started hearing snippets of words. “...rings... pal... lie... disciples...” Cian was staring at the scene. He was looking for Thomas. He had to have something to do with this whole ordeal. But the man wasn't among the twelve kidnappers. However, Cian had been concentrating on the crowd below too hard. And he wasn't concentrating on the stairs enough. Suddenly he fell. Cian rolled several steps down the stairs, and with each step he hit, a loud thud was made. He managed to catch hold of something and his dramatic descent ended. And his dramatic ascent was about to begin. Three of the kidnappers were bolting up the stairs. An alarm was sounding. Cian and the rest of the Club scurried back up the stairs and through the door. The kidnappers however were catching up with them at an alarming pace. Sonny glanced back. Two more women, a bulky blonde girl and a short, white haired-woman were hot on their tails. A young Vietnamese man was trailing behind the girls, searching his jacket pockets. Bursting back into the room with the porbeagle shark, they all made a sharp turn right. However, Ben slipped. He scrambled back to the floor but a cold, heavy hand clasped his shoulder. He turned around to see the white -haired woman, green eyes ablaze, and with a gun in her free hand. Ben called for the others. The woman and the man man sped past the two. Ben was petrified. Woman asked one question: “What the hell are you doing here?” She had a French accent. Her voice was bitter. Ben didn't answer. The alarm was blaring. He suddenly thought of Jonnyy. The Club had put their enemies in defensive mode. They had ruined his element of surprised. Ben suddenly felt bad. He just hoped the man hadn't been discovered. “Answer me,” the woman snapped. Just then, the man and the woman returned with the Club at gunpoint. A third person was with them; he must have cut the Club off so the man and the woman could get them. “We take them back to Lady Crube,” the Vietnamese man said. The French woman nodded and the Club were escorted back to the purple room. Rachel and the black woman were no longer there however. Garret and the others were though. “Oi! It's those little dudes from the docks!” Garret exclaimed. “You know these brats?” The blonde woman asked. “Not really. They just put up chase when we took the bird,” Garret replied. The broad red-haired woman who took Rachel stood up and began questioning the Club. They didn't answer her at all and instead just stood there, terrified. The woman began to loose her patience. They all began to loose their patience. The rest of them were jeering at the Club, bar Garret who was staring into space. “Why the hell are you here!?” The broad woman yelled. She walked over to Aaron and raised a fist. “That's quite enough Nadia dear. Don't upset the guests.” The black woman returned. She was dressed in a marine blue suit, with a black tie. Her face was wrinkled and her eyes were an emerald green colour. She had long black and sleek hair. She looked very calm. She focused on the Club. “What brings you to our island, children?” Her voice was just as calm and soothing as her appearance. “You took Rachel,” Mark said. “Ah yes,” the woman nodded. “We have a good reason for doing that. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lady Crube. These are my disciples.” Crube told the Club to sit down on the seats, and she took a seat as well. The disciples were left standing. “Tell me, how did you manage to reach our island? That was a most remarkable feat,” Crube inquired. “We stole Jo- I mean, we stole a boat in the docks back in Shoreshire,” Senan replied. That was a close call. They almost busted Jonnyy. Senan hoped that Crube hadn't copped on. “You are brave children. Not only did you pursue unknown and potentially dangerous enemies, but you also committed thievery in the process. Most admirable.” Crube studied each of them. Cian spoke up. “Where's Rachel?” “I hope you do not mind, but I took her to a cell for safekeeping after I realised we had intruders. I did not want her to get hurt. You can see her if you like, but only if you do not attempt to flee the island with her,” Crube answered, getting up. The Club shared looks with each other and followed her. Crube's disciples walked close to them with their guns in hand. “Worry not children, our firearms are loaded only with tranquilizer darts. I do not recommend crossing us though, as they will leave you disoriented when you awake.” They were led through the building. There wasn't too much that was interesting besides from what they had already seen. The second door in the reception area that they saw when they first came in led to another hallway, and one of these hallways led to the tall purple room where they were now. They walked down a few more hallways. Along the way, Eimhin noticed that the broad, short red-haired woman who had kidnapped Rachel was not among them. What was her name again? Nadia? He thought as Joesph walked up to Bayon. “Why do you have a shark?” he asked. “There is always one person on the island. We switch once a month. We keep Snappy to give the disciple on duty something to do. We also grow a small amount of crops out back. This island is surprisingly fertile, you know,” Crube explained. Disciples. Why did she call those people that? Was this some kind of cult? What was going here? “So,” Joe asked, suddenly nervous, “are the twelve of you the only disciples?” “No. There are another three guarding the Light Cave. But there are about fifteen of us in total. They then came to the cells were Rachel was being held. They all gasped in fright. Jonnyy was lying dazed on the floor before Nadia. “Knew it. One of those kids said that they stole Joh's boat, but then they cut off and said that they stole someone's boat. I knew the little buggars were hiding something. Jonnyy turned his head and saw the Club. His eyes narrowed. He looked angry. He was rubbing his head where Nadia presumably had struck him. All of the disciples bar Crube ran over to Jonnyy. They stripped him of his weapons. Three concealed pistols, two small combat knives and three cigarette lighters. He was then loaded into a cell with a fearful looking Rachel. It was only then that she noticed there presence. “Boys!” The Vietnamese man pointed to the Club. “Will put them in too?” he asked. His English wasn't great, but he was fairly young too. Crube was having troubling deciding. “They are a bit too brave to trust. Put them in the other cell, but only because I am unsure of them.” The Club were guided into the cell across from Rachel and Jonnyy's. The white-haired woman spoke up. “We should go and get the jet ready.” The other Disciples agreed. “I shall give them a few minutes alone,” Crube said to herself when every other disciple had left. After Crube had shut the door, Jonnyy slammed his fist against the metal bars of his cell and cursed aloud. “You!” he hissed at the Club. “You annoying little pain in the ass brats! What did I tell you? I told you to stay on the bloody boat! All you had to do was stay put and drive the boat around when I called you! But no, instead you go running around the island, raising the alarm and getting me bloody caught! God, not even Andyy would bloody do this!” The Club stood there, ashamed. They hated to admit it, but Jonnyy was right. They should have just stayed put on the boat. If they had, they'd be sailing back to Shoreshire by now. But instead, here they were, standing ashamed in a cell and at the mercy of their enemies. Jonnyy got out his packets of cigarettes and cursed aloud when he remembered the disciples had taken his lighters. Again he slammed his fist against the cell. “So... who's idea was it to run onto the island and save the day?” Jonnyy growled. The Club stepped aside leaving Cian in the open. Jonnyy pointed at the boy. “You're unbelievably stupid. All of you are, but especially you.” He then pointed at Joe, who was one of the tallest and one of the oldest. “Why didn't you speak some sense to this brat? God, you can all go to hell. Look at what you've done.” Crube, Garret and a tall Finnish man with pale skin came in. Garret opened Rachel and Jonnyy's cell while Crube and the man pointed their guns at Jonnyy. Garret escorted Rachel out. She looked at the Club desparately. “Don't worry! We'll rescue you! We promise!” Aaron vowed. “By doing what? Crashing our boat into their's? Heh, you'd actually probably do that,” Jonnyy spat. Garret locked the cell again and Crube siad goodbye. “I apologise that things have ended up this way. Please forgive us, I hope you too will become disciples some day soon.” And they were gone. The Club and Jonnyy were left all alone, locked up in a dark old cell.