I am sooooooooooo sorry for the late update!! I feel horrible for updating so late I've just been busy a lot lately:(

I hope you haven't forgotten what happened, if you have, well, go read the last bits of the previous chapter to refresh up:D

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Chloe

The knife was pressed to her neck. It hadn't cut her skin yet, and he was holding it at bay. "Do not move," he hissed into her ear.

Chloe shifted slightly, and he pressed it to her windpipe. "Don't," he said. She had to get out.

Let me go. Darren... no, Newfeld didn't move. He held the knife absolutely still, but she could sense that he was ready for her to try to make a move. He didn't realize that she could make him move without her having to move.

Take the knife away from my neck and let me go. Newfeld still didn't react. Chloe felt something. Something different. Confusion? Surprise? 

She mentally shook her head. He probably hadn't touched her properly, so it wasn't working on him. She moved a little forward, and a trickle of blood went down her neck. She took in a slight breath, and kicked at his knee. 

The heel of her boot connected, and he buckled over. She moved forward,her hand gripping his hand once, before swiping the knife from his hand. Surprisingly, he hadn't fallen down, nor had he let go of the knife. 

Chloe settled into a fighting stance, her left leg in front of her right and the knife in her right hand closer to her body, her other hand in front of her, shaped like a blade.

Newfeld had one knee on the ground, the knee that she had kicked. She had kicked pretty hard, that added to the sharpness of her heels must have hurt him quite hard. Stand up. Newfeld didn't react, again.

He looked up at her, a little pain in his eyes. His expression changed. It was an expression of surprise, mixed with that of recognition and happiness. What the hell? Why was he happy on seeing her? He should be scared, he was going to die.

And he wasn't reacting to her commands. She was sure she had touched him, her powers had to work. Maybe if she spoke them out loud? What if they didn't work?

Chloe realized that for the first time, she was feeling surprise. And fear. And she was feeling a bit of an excess of it.

"Stand up," she called out. His expression didn't change. There was no stiffening of his body, which usually happened to a person before she took control of their body. 

"Fell?" he murmured, so quietly that she wouldn't have heard if the room hadn't been so silent. He was staring right into her eyes. Fell? What did he mean?

His un-reaction to her commands was freaking her out. She was shocked that he wasn't reacting, but more than that, she was shocked that she was feeling things. And she didn't like it at all.

"Stand up, and put your hands behind your head," she said, her voice quivering slightly. Her stance was faltering because of her doubt. 

"Fell," he said again, more loudly, with more conviction.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she replied, the knife shaking lightly in her hand. "Now, stand up."

He stood up. Chloe's eyes widened, and she became confident. He was like all of them, he just took a little extra time to break into.

She edged closer. "Put your hands behind your head."

He shook his head. What was he doing? "I'm not doing that," he said. Her fears sprouted again.

"Fortunately, you don't control me," he continued. "You don't remember me, do you?" There was hope in his voice. Barely, but still there.

"I- uh-" Chloe was speechless. She was panicking, and because of that she wasn't thinking. She could have gotten out of there so easily, but her newfound emotions were exceeding their limitations.

Wait, if this was the first time she was feeling these emotions, then how did she know what they were? This just left her more confused.

The sound of Newfeld sighing brought her back from her thoughts. He was supposed to kill her right? He could have killed her very easily while she was in dreamland. Why hadn't he killed her?

"You're coming with me, Fell," he stated. he was addressing her as Fell. What did that mean? Then she realized that he had said that she was going with him. It was too late, though.

He swiped at her stomach, and his hand hit her hard. She dropped to the ground, the knife falling from her hand. Why wasn't she doing anything to defend herself?

Newfeld walked towards her. "No," she whispered, and brought her hands up to block herself. He grabbed her wrists and flipped her around. Holding both wrists in one hand, he knelt to the ground. Chloe struggled, trying to free herself, but she couldn't move much without hurting her hands immensely. Now she was feeling pain too? The very thought weakened her resolve to keep fighting.

He brought out a cloth and said, "I don't want to do this to you, Fell, but you won't listen to me otherwise."

Nobody had come to the room the whole time she had been there, and if things had gone normally, she would have wanted it that way, but things hadn't gone normally. Chloe considered screaming right then, but it was too late, as he brought the cloth to her face. A sweet smell filled her nose, and everything began to black out. The last thing she saw was the roof of the room. The last thing she heard was his sigh.

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