Kidnapped Part 2 - Weird

I don’t even want to think about what happened. It was awful. I was slumped in Shaun’s bathroom crying. I spent the rest of the night locked up in the bathroom where I eventually cried myself to sleep. I was cold when I woke up. I did not want to leave though; he might still be in his room and the only way out was through his room. I pulled my legs in and hugged my knees to my chest. I was sore all over and so scared. I cried some more then peeked through the crack between the door and the floor. Shaun must have heard the more recent crying because a pair of socked feet appeared in front of the bed. The feet moved towards the door. He knocked twice. "Are you ok?" What a stupid question to ask! Of course I was not okay! No one would be okay after what he did! I sobbed. "I guess not then. Are you going to stay in there all day?" I would not answer him. I could not answer him. "Okay then." I watched as his feet retreated to the door. The door opened, closed and then he was gone.

I waited twenty minutes and he did not come back. I unlocked the door and peeked out. The room was empty. I walked to the door and peeked out. The hall was empty like the bedroom. I walked through the halls quietly and found my way to the stairs. It took me awhile but I did eventually find Marcs room without anyone noticing me. The door was unlocked. I opened the door and slipped in, closing the door silently behind me. Marc’s room was empty too. That was okay for me. I ran to his bed, threw myself under the covers and inevitably cried some more then went back to sleep.

It was noon when I woke again. I had managed to wrap the blankets around me so the blankets were not nicely spread out on the bed but surrounding me making me look like a human burrito. I always did that in my sleep. The annoying part of that habit was the fact that I had to fight the blankets to get out of bed whenever I woke up. I carefully untangled the clingy blankets but froze halfway through when I felt that I was being watched. I looked up. I let out the breath that I did not know I was holding. It was just Marc. He looked right back at me.

"I’m so sorry. This should not be happening to you." He looked down. "Do you do that too?" I asked with a small, shaky voice. "Never. I am only here because it was the only place I could go to. Now that I’m here I have to follow the rules or die. I can’t even leave now. They don’t trust me with their secret." We were both silent for a minute. Marc helped me escape the blankets. "Do I have to live here then?" I asked. "No. They find a girl, they use her and they dump her. It is disgusting! All of that just so they can get more pow-" He stopped talking. "What?" "Nothing! I said nothing! Nothing at all!" He panicked.

He must have said something that he shouldn’t have. It did not really matter to me, I wanted out. "So if I don’t have to live here, how long do I have to stay?" I asked trying to calm him down with a different subject. "You will be kicked out of the house in two weeks. Fifteen nights here. Last night was your first night here." "Two weeks?! Kicked out?!" my voice sounded shrill. "Yeah. Two weeks of...er...last night. But at least you will have a roof over your head for two weeks. When I said they kick you out I did not mean that they drove you back home. They lock you out of the house and let you wander. You might get lucky and find a road and hitchhike back to your home but you could also die in the forest." He looked down.

"Why?" I held back another round of tears. "You will have to be more specific with that." "Why me? Why do they do this? Why can’t I go home? Why leave me to die? Why are you all so strong? Why everything!!! I hate this!" I burst into tears and Marc sat closer and held me against him, letting me cry against one of his broad shoulders. "You were picked because you were the closest target in the correct age range and you were the only one around when the distraction happened. I can’t tell you the reason why they do it and I will not lie to you. You are not dropped off at home because it is inconvenient and you are more likely to say something. They do not want to get arrested. You dying is better to them than getting caught. I cannot tell you why we are strong it ties in with your second question. Anything else?" I sniffled and looked up at him. "Can I have something to eat?" "Of course! Stay right here." He left the room.

I slid off the bed and walked over to explore the room. His iPod was on the bedside table. There was a small notebook on top of a shelf, behind a picture of a sunset. I normally did not go through other peoples stuff but I needed some answers. I flipped through the book and stopped at one particular page that caught my attention.

They all think that using is what makes them more powerful. It is only that slight bit of lust that gives them the power because it is so close to love. They caught Twyla today. She was waiting for her mother after a crash. It took all of my willpower to not move as they tossed her sister into the water and went after her. I was surprised at her strength when I had to get her away from a pole that she was clinging to. I did not want to. I wanted to go away and leave her alone but I am not allowed to leave and if I did not get her someone else might have.

Anyone else would have been worse for her than I would. Why did John have to choose her!? It is not Johns fault. Shaun is drawn to the ones that will give them the most power. I knew that they were planning this for weeks but I never knew it was Twyla! Because Shaun found her, he gets first night. About an hour after dropping her off at the door I left to take out some of my anger. What I found out was amazing. My attacks are stronger now. Stronger than any of the others. I have never been this strong before. Twyla must have affected me somehow. Could she be a mage?

I shut the book and returned it to its spot. My head was spinning. A mage? What is all this talk of power? I sat on the bed and played with my hair as I thought about what I read. None of this made any sense to me but my only thoughts were about how to escape. The door opened and Marc came in. His arms were stacked with plates. He blushed (Actually blushed!) when I raised a brow. "I do not know what you like so I brought you a bit of everything." He explained. He had sausage, eggs, pancakes, cereal (in tons of different flavours), toast, bacon and an assortment of juices. "I think you will have to eat some of this with me. I could not eat this much in two days!" He set the trays down on the bedside table. "Dig in." We ate together. I went through all of the sausages and orange juice myself. Marc ate all of the toast and we shared the rest. We sat there digesting for a while before I decided to bring anything up.

"Marc?" I asked about half an hour after we were done eating. "Another question?" "Yeah. Are you writing a book?" "No." "Then what’s a mage?" He spat out his water. "What?!" "You heard me." "How did you find out?" "Well no one here was giving me answers. So I tried to find them myself." "So you went through my notebook?" "I needed answers, Marc. If you don’t tell me what this is, I will find out in some way. You cannot keep secrets from me here! What if this information can help me?" I said bluntly. "Fine." He sounded almost mad at me. "But only because you seem to know too much already." He grabbed my hand and helped me stand up. "I will explain better after I show you." I did not reply. He opened his door and led me down a different hall. This one had one door at the end of it. There were concrete stairs behind the door that were steep and went on for quite a while. I was starting to get cold.

Finally we reached the bottom. This must be where they exercised. There were several machines in there along with a couple punching bags and a ring. That was only one side of the room. The other side of the room had scorch marks all over the walls. There was rubble all over the floor. I could not tell what they used to be. Marc let me stare at the disaster while he walked into a large storage room to drag out three dummies. He positioned them so they were side by side in the area that was filled with rubble. "Watch." He commanded. It looked like he threw an imaginary ball at one of the dummies. The dummy burst into flame when the invisible ball hit it. Then it looked like he was throwing a lot of smaller things very fast. Soon enough there were many small burning spots all over the second dummy. This time the flame that gathered in his palms was visible. He launched the large fireball at the remaining two dummies. They were incinerated in seconds. A wave of fire went out and turned all of the rubble into ashes. I felt my jaw go slack as I stared at him in amazement.

"Can you all burn things?" "Only Jake and I can burn things. It runs in the family. Everyone else is different." "Can you explain upstairs? It’s cold down here." I looked at the concrete floor that was stealing all of the heat from my bare feet. "Of course." He said with a sigh. Once we got back upstairs and into his room I rewrapped myself in the blankets and listened carefully to his almost unbelievable explanation. "We are all mages." He said quietly to begin.

I hope you all liked this part.