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| 1. | Colours | Jetzt lesen |
| 2. | Grey Goo | Jetzt lesen |
| 3. | Imprisonment | Jetzt lesen |
| 4. | Torture | Jetzt lesen |
| 5. | Code | Jetzt lesen |
| 6. | Makealabel | Siehe unten |
| 7. | Escape | Jetzt lesen |
| 8. | Journey | Jetzt lesen |
| 9. | Demos | Jetzt lesen |
| 10. | Abitbol | Jetzt lesen |
| 11. | Calciful | Jetzt lesen |
| 12. | Potatoes | Jetzt lesen |
| 13. | Fish | Jetzt lesen |
| 14. | Volcanoes | Jetzt lesen |
| 15. | Return | Jetzt lesen |
| 16. | Tara | Jetzt lesen |
| 17. | Abi | Jetzt lesen |
| 18. | Emily | Jetzt lesen |
| 19. | Tim | Jetzt lesen |
| 20. | Wax | Jetzt lesen |
| 21. | Centre | Jetzt lesen |
| 22. | Baby | Jetzt lesen |
| 23. | Sweetie | Jetzt lesen |
| 24. | Showdown | Jetzt lesen |
| 25. | Epilogue | Jetzt lesen |
| Makealabel | |||
| The eye blinked at her. It was large, dark brown, rolling around in it's socket. Abi held her breath, the eye blinked again. "What is it?" hissed Emily. "It's an...eye." "What? Let me see." whispered Tara. She tiptoed over to join Abi on the floor. Both of them looked through the crack, There was silence, just for a moment. They both got slowly to their feet. "That's certainly an eye." murmered Tara. "Do you think it's friendly?" asked Emily. "Only one way to find out!" said Abi, and before the other two could stop her, she was back on the floor, calling through the crack. "Hello?" Through the gap, Abi saw the eye stop moving, and fix on her. "Hello? Who are you?" The eye gazed intently at her. "Please, tell us who you are." From the other side of the door, they heard mumbling, in a curious, high-pitched voice. "Ma......able" The girls exchanged a look. "Sorry, we can't hear you. Can you say it again?" "...kea...ble" "We still can't hear yo - " "MAKEALABEL!!" Abi gave a little shriek, and leapt to her feet. Emily and Tara exchanged looks of puzzled excitment, then went over to the door. "Makealabel? Are you here to help us?" asked Tara. "Makealabel help." came the reply. "How?!" hissed Tara urgently. "Stand back please." "Wha - " She was interrupted by a deafening blast. From the smoking hole that was once the door, stepped a hunched figure. It was short, about 3 feet high, covered in light tan coloured fur and a ragged pashmina tied around it's waste. "Makealabel help!" announced the creature, beaming. | |||
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