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*Hope POV*

I wake suddenly, every thought in high definition. My eyes open like two flashlight beams, the new temporal inserts providing enough light to illuminate whatever I look at. They take in every ray of light and without a doubt I know I've slept too long. The noises are of a day in full swing, traffic heavy.

Though my eyes are open I can't think of why; my heart is pounding, mind empty. It's as if a hypodermic of adrenaline has been emptied into my carotid. I strain into the utter darkness, breathing rate beginning to steady.

The edges of the broken glass were as the coastline of a small country, perhaps one long ago under the night sky, before the time of neon lights. The glass itself was a grey-brown, inviting the mind to see the settled dust even at a distance. Around it was the brickwork, perfect beneath the dirt of years and rising upward to the sky and cloud. It must have been abandoned for some time, a building waiting for a reason to remain standing.

This building that was once a beacon of its age now resembles something that has been through a war. Nothing so dramatic has befallen it, just more years that can be counted without feeling the loosening of the mind. These skyscrapers stand gaunt in the shell that was downtown, amid the plants that swallow them back into the ever-thickening boreal forest. What was once a tower of steel and concrete is now a ruin, roofless, windowless and pounded by every rainstorm and snow fall that has been here since the time our civilization hit the brick wall we'd been running at for so long, like a marathon runner who refuses food and drink.

No doors. No windows. No way out. Every minute hell. I hear a clock ticking by. It rings out, it's echoes penetrating the stillness of the air. Twelve o'clock. Looking around all I see is an indefinite expansion of pure white space. You could run forever and never get anywhere, never make progress. No light. No shadows. Just the colours of empty white. Though there appears to be nothing but open space around, I get the feeling of suffocation, like my lungs are caving in. I am trapped, imprisoned in my own mind.

Wiggling my hands but there was a tight grip around my ankles and wrist therefore making it impossible for me to run anywhere. I looked down towards my wrist and saw rope wrapped around my body.

A sudden wetness was felt from the top for my head therefore making me almost remember what happen. I was knock out by something or someone.

A sudden thought came into my mind therefore making me close my eyes and try and focus. I was going to use fire to escape these ropes that was trapping me. As I was trying my hardest to calm my breathing and focus a voice of a familiar person spoke out loud towards me.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you" he thoughtfully spoke lightly towards me as I wriggle my way through the ropes. "You feel that wetness around the ropes" he pointed out as he is walking around me in circles. My eyes travelled down towards the ropes as saw that he was correct and that there was some feeling of wetness towards the ropes. "That substance is water and well... we both know what happens when water and electricity mix together".

My eyes travelled up from the ropes to stare into his piecing dull eyes. He was standing in front of me therefore causing anger and scaredness to fill inside of me. I was angry that he was there, and I couldn't do anything about it. I was also scared because if I make any wrong more, he can easily kill me if he wanted to. Although as I stare in The Mute eyes, I can see that it more than just killing that he wants from me.

"What do you want?" I questioned him as I  try to avoid my eyes from staring at his now, so he won't be able to see the emotions in my eyes.

"Power!" he spoke loudly as he cold hand reaches for my chin, gaining a tight grip on it therefore forcing my face to stare towards his. A little chuckle escaped his thoughts therefore causing a shiver to run down my spine. "And you're the one that can give me it" his words are cunning like he was planning this from the beginning. I wanted me to look for him and to try and chance him down. Because of me looking for him he learned and discovered things about me for example where I am.

A pile of dust was located in his hands therefore making me wonder on what he was planning to do next. Then I soon discovered that the dust in his hand was being aimed towards my face. Blowing his hand in my face therefore making is spread around me a hit me. I started to cough out loud in order to try and get rid of the dust that was inhaled in. My lungs felt like sakes of sand, weigh me down onto the chair almost sending me into a deep sleep. Almost.

I know tensing against the shaking of my limbs is useless, but I do it instinctively, trying to suppress for a few more moments what I know I cannot. I need to drink in the silence to counteract the fear that threatens to engulf me. This kind of thick silence would normally chill me, especially on an inky night devoid of even moonlight or stars, but tonight it works like a salve. I feel it. The more absolute it is the stronger its medicinal effect. They must be gone, they have to be gone, or at least very far away. I realise too late that I've misjudged the rapid onset of the shaking, my limbs are no longer taking directions from my mind.

The silence caressed my skin like a cool summer breeze, smoothing my soul, taking away my jagged edges. It had been one hell of a rough day. It was poison to me, for in that void of sound the shallowness of our conversation was laid bare. What used to be an intellectual banter of politics and comedic moments was utterly vapid.

As it turns out, you can't drink away the silence.

"You think that you can escape" his voice echoed from the right corner of the abandon building therefore making me look towards the right side of me. As I turned my heard there was nothing there, no one. I arched my eyebrows wondering what was happening right now.

"Why waste a chance on becoming something bigger" he spoke again although it was coming left side of me therefore causing my neck to snap in that direction. My eyes wondered the area and I couldn't find him anywhere.

"Join me, Hope. We will rule the planet together, become the most powerful being known. If not everything you love will forever be forgotten" he roars out loud in anger as he was breathing down on my face from the closeness. My close eyes soon opened, and I was starting into his devil eyes.

Confidence could turn into stupidity easily within one split second. I gathered all the confidence that I held inside me. Most of the confidence was through the emotion of angry and fright therefore causing the adrenaline to rush through me.

I gathered the saliva in my mouth in order to create a ball within my mouth. When The Mute got closer to me a released my saliva onto his face. This action made him step backwards in shock and angry to the unexpected action.

"I will never join you... never!" I shouted at him in his face a little therefore showing the truth in my words. I was able to see the burning rage growing in his eyes as he stared towards me. Actions have consciences and I feel like I about to get my consciences any second.

"You'll going to regret that little girl" he spoke as he took a slight step backwards. His coat that was wrapped around him in order to keep him warm was now being used as a cloth to wipe away the spit. He turned his back towards me, so I was able to have a chance to think of an escape.

Thinking on the spot I tried to use my idea from before therefore causing my eyes to close and focus on the idea of fire. The element will hopefully burn through the rope a little therefore allowing me to escape or loosen the rope a little so I can apply some pressure on them and make it snap.

Due to the closeness of my eyes I wasn't able to see what the man in front of me was doing. Although the noises that was escaping his area informed me that he was also using his power to create some electric ball. I needed to hurry but the pressure was making it harder to contrate therefore taking it longer than what it should do.

"I think we all know what happen to those that disagree with me" his voice lightly surrounded my mind as I quickly open my eyes to see him coming closer to me slowly. He wants to torture me first before he will have the pleasure on killing me. This thought made my heart beep quickly in my chest as fear filled inside of me like a buddle about to burst. "Don't we Hope?" I looked at him in curiosity before questioning him.

"How do you know my name?"

"I know everything about you Hope, that's why I wanted us to join together but you are making this a lot harder then what it needs to be." He spoke honestly therefore causing shiver to run down my spine. Knowing that he was out there this whole time watching me as his victim, as a way to gain power. "Game Over!"

His eyes stared down towards the ball that was being held in his palm. I looked in his direction to see what his next movement might be. The ball of blue electrify that was once in his hand is now gone into thin air, almost like a magic trick.

My thought of my chances surviving and staying alive was getting higher by the minute until he pulled something else off of his coat. A small blade was hidden like he was planning this from the beginning. He wanted to trick me and make me think that I will live more and in order to tease and play games with me. To allow him to crush my dreams by taking it all always by a blade.

He turns slightly so he was able to look over his shoulder therefore giving me a clear view of his face. I saw the cunningness in his eyes and the devilish vibe that was leaving him. "Oh, you thought it be that early, huh?" A small chuckle escaped he lips as he turned his body to fully stare at me.

My eyes looked towards the blade before trying to fight my way out of this chair and ropes. "Stop please! You don't want to do this" I told him urgently trying to make him regret his decisions. Although my effect was useless.

"Goodbye little girl" he said lowly as he tries to strike at me. The blade was aimed in the air and he swings down towards my stomach area.

An ear-piercing scream was released from my voice as I try my hardest to how signs of struggle and help. My eyes were tight shut until a bright light was shown outside my eye. A small grunt escapes the man lips therefore causing my eye to snap open.

A heavy breath escaped my lips that I didn't know I was holding in therefore causing my breath to get heavier. Puffs of breath came in and out of my light lips as I saw him laying there on the floor. I wiggle again think that my effect would allow me to escape but I knew it was pointless.

He pushes himself up and twist himself to star towards me in question. "What was that?" He asked angrily as I stare at him in confusion. I was just confused as he was. Was I the source of the blast? Was my power protecting me?

*Carol POV*

When I went back to my sister room she disappeared and wasn't in the same position as before. I decided to try and lol around for her in the building but there were no signs of her in the bathroom, kitchen, living room, in any room.

Something wasn't right.

She was missing.

In my heart I retract all the bad things I ever said, they were never a reflection on her, only on my inner demons. She worked hard and I only saw what you could not do. My life was sweet like gingerbread but now there's a cookie cutter hole right in the centre.

The alarm could be described as something between a guttural cry and a shriek. It was infuriating, it grated the nerves, it made you grind your teeth until it was done. But it was very effective. Everyone was now aware of her absence therefore causing the messy busy search to begin.

Soon, we located her through the outside camera of a person hitting her across the head and putting her in a van. We tried to follow that van through a different range of CCTV footage from the streets. This footage made us travel ten miles away from the safe building and towards an abandoned one instead.

I am scared. So scared. I've been there for her so many times and won. I didn't want her to battle because I was too scared of the outcomes. She new to this and never been in a true battle, plus last time she was in one she died. I will never let that happen again, never. I've saved her over and over, but right now the forces converging on her position have me unpowered. One slip could cause a big incident and that one incident could possibly be her life.

*Hope POV*

I was thinking hard about the situation that played out in this senecio. I knew that he was pissed but he has been warned and isn't foolish enough to try twice. Pushing himself up from the floor and he grunts in pain trying his hardest to stand on his own two feet. My eyes stayed on him not fully knowing what his next movement could be. He could be ready to strike any moment now. Or he could walk away from this and allow me to escape before he gets injured again.

Our eyes met in an intense stare, both of us not wanting to look away from each other. It was like staring into a black soul full of darkness and hell. I could be his light, to guide him always from all the need and power and make him realise that there is more the just that devilish behaviour. But he wouldn't listen me.

His body was angled in a slight diagonal therefore showing that he is planning to escape and leave me alone. For now. His eyes were still or debating whether or not this is a good idea for him. He guessed correct, slowly walking away from me and towards the exit of the abandon building.

Once he was halfway, I thought that I was safe, and I will be able to escape with ease. Suddenly he stopped, in the middle of the building slightly turning his body towards me.

"This isn't the last of me little girl. I will get your power whether your dead or alive!" He spoke with anger and he sprinted towards the exit.

His threat many of sound simple and little but knowing that I was this vulnerable when it comes to him is worrying and stressful. I will have to be on concentrate watch every moment of my life. The risk of my life is on the line and it up to me to try and safe myself and everyone that I love about.

I needed to stop him for once and for all before anything life threaten happens.

I was still. Waiting and waiting to figure out a way of exiting these stupid ropes. I tried to concentrate and figure a way out, but my thoughts were over thinking with him and the threat. Therefore making it harder for me to try and concentrate  on my powers.

A loud bloom echoed throughout the whole building therefore informing me that someone else was here. 'Was it him again? And I really going to die?' I thought quickly and curiously towards myself as I try to find an understanding of what is going to happen to me next.

Small thoughts travelled throughout my brain as I try to quickly escape and figure a way out. This moment felt all too similar especially when I first woke up in this place. I was panicking therefore making it difficult to try and figure a way exit of this building. Unfortunately I wasn't quick enough.

The footsteps have footed closer and closer to me by the minutes. There was more than one person therefore making me misjudge the situation. A different row of thoughts processed in my mind as I try to figure who these people could be.

A sudden voice that was all too finials with yelled out throughout the whole building. "Hope!" I was able to hear the destress and worry in her voice therefore causing me to wiggle in my seat more rapidly.

"I'm here!" I yelled back as the footsteps have gotten closer, so close that I was almost able to see them. A faint of blonde hair appears around the corner of the door informing my thoughts of seeing my sister was correct.

Once her blonde hair appeared so did her face therefore displaying the look of desperation and worry spreader across her face. Searching the room heavier and quickly, her stressful eyes landed on me. I looked towards her and a small smile spreader across my face as well as hers.

Small sprint escaped her movement as she started coming towards me. Closing my eyes I think about fire and escape therefore allowing the fire to form in my hand. I was able to feel the heat spreading across my whole hand making a small ball of fire to form on my hand. I decided to try and use this fire in order to escape the ropes by burning through them and it worked.

There is the hug of gentle arms that still gives the space to breathe; then there is the hug of strong arms that tells everything that she is - body, brain and soul - that they are with my sister. I love both, the duvets and the human shields, each has their time.

Her hug is stronger than anything I've ever known, as if holding me wasn't quite enough, having to feel every ounce that I am press into every ounce that is my sister. In her embrace the world stopped still on its axis. There was no time, no wind, no rain. My mind was at peace.