I open my eyes, revealing the sharp light blazing through my window.
Wait, this isn't my window.  I shoot out of the bed, looking around.
This is definitely not my room.  My room is way to messed up. 
I look around and spot the bedroom the door. I strode towards it and sigh in relief when I feel it isn't locked. I open the door and glance back one more time.  On the floor next to the bed I see a bloodied arrow.  I walk closer, and that's when everything hit me.  The red head girl.

I take the arrow and look at it closely.  I see two stars, decorated with real diamonds.  I gasp and run down the stairs, to escape but something pulls me by my wrist. 
I turn around, to come in contact with dark blue eyes. 

"Morgan?"  He asks.

"Who are you?"  I ask, threatening in my voice.

"Mark.  I go to the same school as you."  He's voice sounds sincere, and I feel myself remembering him.  He's the guy doing so well in sports and making every girl's legs turn into jelly. 

"Right, and how did I end up in your house?" I ask panic creeping up on me.

"You had a panic attack in front of our house, I waited a few minutes before calling anyone, so I brought you in here."  He's voice is in a rush and I can see guilt in his eyes.

I eye him with a cold stare.  "Well, okay then.  I'm going now."  I take of running to the front door, but ones again he grabs my wrist.

"You can't go."  he whispers glancing down.

"Why?"  I ask confused.

"Because you can't, now please don't ask anymore questions."  His voice is threatening loud.  I look at him and see his eyes on the ground.  I take my change and run towards the door.  I try to open it, but it's locked.  I look around for another door but don't find any.

"No need to be scared, Morgan."  I hear is voice and stride towards him.

"Open the door now."  My voice comes out hoarse as I grab him in the neck. 

Soon he breaks my hand away and shove them back.  I glare at him.  I never thought him as the serial killer type.

"How do you do it?"  He raise his eyebrows when his voice comes out.

"What?"

"You don't seem to get scared.  You approach things, and don't even run away from it like people usually do."  He shakes his head making no eye contact.

I shrug and raise my shoulders.  I push him with force and run up the stairs towards the room I came from.  Quickly I close the door and run towards the window.  I slide it open and glance down.
It's high and only hard sharp rocks is covered on the ground.  I take the small mattress laying on the bed and throw it out through the window. 

I jump, landing safely on the soft mattress.  I take of running full speed, towards my house.  My lungs feels stung and hard to breath. 

My mind wanders of again to Mark.  Why didn't he immediately call someone, and why was I in his bed when I woke up.  I swear he is a serial killer, or something.  Luckily I came away. 

I walk up the pavement from our house and burst in to the door.

"Sam!"  I yell as I make my way towards her room.

She comes out, tears strained on her face.
"Morgan."  She lets out a long sigh and hug me.  "Where have you been."

"In the woods."  I glance down, not able to tell her what happened.

"For four day?"  Confusion floods me as she says the words.

"I wasn't gone for, four days." 

"Yes, you were.  Mom just went to the Hero station to tell them you are missing."  She shakes her head, taking out her phone probably to call mom.

I go sit on the couch, rage filling me.  That bastard kept me for four days.  Not a few minutes.  I punch my fist in the wall next to me, letting the rage out.

"Wow, Morgan.  What's up?"  She say, sitting next to me.  She pats my back as I let out tears.  Something I hate to do in front of people.  But she's my sister, I thought.  So that's when I tell her everything from the little girl to the selfish Mark.

Soon after I told her everything she begins to pinch herself.

"What are you doing."  I hold in my laugh of how funny she looks.

"Just making sure, this isn't a dream."  As she says the words a car pulls in our driveway.  I walk towards the window, and look at the car.  This is surely not mom's car.  I open the front door as two big muscular men walks up to me.

"Are you Morgan Montess?"  The taller one with deep blue eyes asks.

I nod and pull my arms around my waist.

"You're to come with us."  They both say in unison. 

"Why." Me and Sam say, as she stands next to me.

"It's your birthday.  We must take you to the Hero Palace for you to meet your Hero."  I gasp at the words.  It's my birthday, fifteen January. I totally forgot.

I glance at Sam, nervousness creeping up on me.   I know she is very sensitive in this topic because her Hero didn't come visible yet.  No one knows why.

"You better go."  She gives me a kiss on my forehead and push me forward.  The two men walks me and open the door for me.
What if they're serial killers or something.  My thoughts rush, as the car starts to rem.

I glance at the front door, but Sam already closed it.  I sigh and wait for what is to come.

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Hello AWESOME people.  So this is my second chapter.  I realllyyy hope you like it.  If you did, please don't forget to vote and comment. 

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Love~ Mariska