(So hey guys. I'm dedicating this chapter to my very best friend Joy Phoenix.
She isn't on Wattpad, but I still would like to dedicate this to her 😂)

OMYGOSH, OMYGOSH, OMYGOSH!
Why the heck am I covered in blood!?
Okay, I'm freaking out now.
"AHHHHHH!" I scream.
"What in the blue blazes did you do to me!?"
Nobody answers.
I start to cry, then a voice fills my head.
Kirstin?
I scream in surprise.
I've completely lost it! Now I'm hearing voices in my head!

S-No your not! This is Sophie!

F-And Fitz!

K-Who's Fitz? And WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HEAD!?

S-We are telepaths, and we are transmiting to you. Are you okay?

K-No- I start to sob- I'm covered in blood, and I'm in a cell and I'm tied up, and I'm so scared! I don't know what to do!

F-Woah.........

S-.....Dont worry! We will get you out of there!

K-But I don't even know WHERE I am!

Sophie's POV

Oh, dear Lord help us.
"Guys. It's not looking good.
She said she's covered in blood and she doesn't know why." I say quietly.
The whole room gasps.
Biana looks like she's gonna be sick.
"If only we knew who she even is!"
Alden exclaims.
Someone in the back of the Havenfield living room, clears their throat.
Everyone turns to look at Tinker.
"You want to know who she is?"
"Yes!" Everyone exclaims.
She sighs and pulls a locket from around her neck.
Inside is a lock of red hair.
Mr Forkle steps forward and slowly takes it from her hand.
"Your brother made me promise not to tell or show anyone unless it was an important emergency. I believe this Qualifies."
She whispers, looking at the floor.
"If you scan it into the human database, you should find her file."

Mr Forkle's POV

I feel everyone's eyes on me as I pull out my pathfinder.
This is it.
As I hold it up to the light and start to step through, I feel a light hand on my arm.
Then we are both whisked away by the light.
When my open my eyes, I turn around and look down at a grim smiling Sophie and Keefe.
"You kids..." I grumble, before making my way into my office.
When I finally get the file to pull up, I gasp.

Kirstin Alima Bayne Forkle.
17.
Red hair.
Dark Blue eyes.
5 ft 6in
Daughter of Errol L. Forkle and Tanya A. Boyne.
Located in Grangevile, Idaho.

Kristin's POV

I've been in this dump for three days now.
I haven't been given a drink or any food.
I spend most my time unconscious.
Today I'm awakened by a commotion though.
I very carefully open my eyes and see five black cloaked Neverseen members,
standing outside my cell, as though guarding it.
I see a blur of white and green, and one of the figures fall to the ground.
The other four raise there hands.
Fire, wind, and beams of light shoots from them, but whatever is attacking them, is not at all affected.
I close my eyes and hear a few more blasts, and when I open them, three more of the figures are on the ground.
The last one is cowering on his knees.
"Please-" He begs, but is cut off by another zap. Then he falls over.
I start to shake, as the offending figure starts towards me.
The light is dim, and my eyes are bleary, so I can hardly see the person.
Once the figure reaches my cell, they stick a key in the lock, and open the door.
I start to cry and shake even more.
"Please...please don't hurt me." I sob, all my energy being used.
Then I'm dragged back into unconsciousness.

(So I thought this would be longer but it wasn't soooo sorry bout that. But I hope you like it. Please comment below, on what you think! Have a good day!)