Matt hiked up the stairs, panting quietly. The second floor was a dud. Empty rooms and no signs of Amie, or any life at all. He headed down the hallway on Floor 3, looking for 326 or 362. He hoped it would be the former. Reading the titles on the doors, he moved swiftly down the corridor. 20...22...24...26. He knocked heavily on the door. "Amie?" he called, waiting for a response and receiving nothing. 

"Amie? It's Matt. You there?" he called again. No answer. He silently hoped this was the wrong room, as he'd rather climb to Floor 6 and see Amie unharmed than find out she was...no, shut up. Amie was tough. He checked the knob and discovered that the door was locked. He knocked once more, then flipped the revolver around, grabbing the barrel and using it as a hammer to smash the doorknob from the door. It cracked, then snapped off and dropped to the floor. Holding the gun at the ready, he shoved the door open with his shoulder and stepped into the room. Two seconds later, the world went black.

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Matt woke up on the floor, groaning in pain. Something had struck him straight in the back of the head, and, reaching around, he could feel something warm and wet on the edges of his hair. Blood. Had he been attacked? He blinked a few times and realized, to his shock, that someone was standing over him. It looked like a young woman. She was snarling and holding a metal retractable baton an inch from his face. Her hand was shaking, though, so she wasn't actually hostile. Just afraid. He blinked again, finally bringing the world into focus. The first thing he saw was Caucasian skin, straight black hair (shoulder length) and dark pupils. It wasn't Amie.

The second thing he saw was the jacket. A chill went through his body. Dark green with a black patch on the shoulder. She was one of them. The Children of God. On top of that, the magnum was tucked into her belt. "Don't move! I'm not afraid to hit you again!" she growled, swinging the baton in circles around his face. "Give up! I'm a Child of God, see? See??" She grabbed the sleeve of her jacket with her free hand and showed him the patch. "We are special and perfect. We are the Children of God, and...and we...uh..." 

She stopped and looked at the patch. Her mouth moved slightly as she tried to form the words to the oath, but no words would come. She grabbed the jacket and pulled it off her arm, trying to read the back where the letters were stitched. Matt saw an opening and kicked hard, aiming for her calf. The girl screamed briefly and dropped to one knee. Matt grabbed the baton and jerked it, and the woman, into his extended foot in a sharp second kick. Her eyes popped as the breath was knocked out of her and she hit the ground hard, landing on her upper back. Seizing the opportunity, he hauled himself to his feet and tossed the baton to his right hand, prodding the girl in the chest with it.

"A Child of God who can't even remember the oath. I didn't know they could get any more pathetic."

The girl gasped, a look of legitimate terror on her face. "WAIT! Wait don't! I'm not a Child of God, okay? I..." She stared at him closely, squinting her eyes slightly as she examined him. "Wait, I know you. I think. You're...OH MY GOSH, MATT?! You're Amie's friend!"