The Lost Supernaturalist - HALF ON HOLD

Chapter Two- Kidnapped

Hey thanks for reading everyone. This chapter is dedicated to theworldisawesome, you should check out her stories if you want. They're ok...what am I saying, they're amazing. There's rumours about a Supernaturalist 2 coming out which I'm pretty upset about because in the real supernaturalist things turn out differently than in this fanfiction. I personally can't see them continuing without this character so...no. Btw Eoin Colfer is a great writer, so much so that when his characters die, it's pretty emotional and personal. It's not that he kills a lot of characters, it's just that he kills the favourite characters (typically at the end of the series, but still). Anyways this story is currently #795 (or was when I wrote this. It's now down to #913) which I'm (still) really excited about because this is only my second story to ever make the list. It's under Science Fiction. Thanks again for reading! Enjoy! And now it's #928, maybe I should start writing now. #943 :/.

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Dying sunlight drifted through the tiny gap in the old curtains covering the expansive windows.  Curtains? A rare sight in Satellite City. React-to-light glass generally came with the building and curtains had become discontinued. Not that these were new curtains anyways. The curtains probably used to be a purple or a deep blue but had now faded to a dusty brown, which matched the walls. Cassandra had just struggled to free herself from the darkness and her eyes drifted from the unusual curtains to the rest of her surroundings.

She was in a bare room, with only an army cot, a single table, a mirror and the chair that she was bound in. Rough rope held her hands and feet in place as she faced the mirror. The rope was also unusual, very uncommon. These people were obviously outdated, not that it mattered. She still couldn't untie the rope but it didn't stop her from trying. For almost an hour.The door knob rattled. Cassandra froze. In her struggle the chair had begun to turn away from the mirror, did she pretend she was unconscious and hope to over-hear something valuble? Did she attempt attack then escape, should she try to open the window and jump out? Her fear told her that the last idea was definitely the best.

There were shouts from outside the door. "YOU LOCKED IT COSMO? WHY? GET OVER HERE!" Evidently she only had a little time. She walked awkwardly back towards the windows. Cassandra reached behind the heavy curtains and felt for the latch. As old as the windows were and as few times as they'd been opened, it opened fairly easily. The rush of air told her that it had opened. Cassandra quickly turned towards the opening and freedom and hesitated when she noticed what a drop it was. She remembered the anger that flashed across Stefan's dark eyes and took a deep breath before making her decision. Cassandra closed her eyes and leaned until gravity caught her and pulled her to her final destination. 

After several moments passed, Cassandra finally had the courage to open her eyes, the ground wasn't that far away and she should have reached it by now. She opened her eyes a crack and looked at the ground, still tens of meters away. She wasn't falling. Cassandra looked around to see what this gravity-defying anomaly could possibly be. She hadn't landed on anything and nothing had caught on the edge of the window. Then Cassandra realized she began moving up and back towards the window. "No!" she tried to squirm away but Stefan's grip on the chair held. He had run up behind her and barely managed to prevent the chair from plummeting three stories. "What are you thinking?" he grunted, the effort showing on his face. "I-I couldn't...I don't have to tell you anything!" Cassandra was rattled that her escape plan had failed. "We'll see about that."

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Once she was safely back in the room and the window was closed, Cassandra realized that she was really scared. After all, what else would have made her jump out of a three-storey window? She did think she could make it but now that reason was coming back, maybe not so much. Stefan finally had had the chance to regain his breath and now turned to face her. Cassandra remembered now why she had jumped. The uncontrollable anger that lay inside this tall sad boy was dangerous and could not be tamed even by his friends. Being at the mercy of someone who didn't care about what happened to you, was dangerous at best.

"You're going to tell me everything," Stefan shoved the chair against the wall so that everyone in his group could see her. "I don't do interrogation," Cassandra began. "Right from the start," Stefan continued as though not hearing her. "Who are you?" It was an easy enough question, one Cassandra knew they'd find out with or without her cooperation, "Cassandra Faustino." "Proffessor Faustino didn't have any children." "She is my guardian. Or at least was until you..." her words caught in her throat and a single tear traced down her cheek, "You killed her!"

"Where are your real parents then?" The little boy jumped in. "Ditto," Stefan spoke in a warning tone, "I'll ask the questions. Where are your real parents?" "Dead, mother died three years ago and I never knew my father." "What was your real last name?" her answer ignited an excitement within Stefan that he barely controlled. His clenched fists was the only sign of this tnesion. Cassandra couldn't answer that, then Stefan could run a trace on her and discover everything Myishi (company they worked for) knew about her, which was everything. Cassandra shook her head and his anger returned. "Tell me." "No." "You'd better tell him before he does something he regrets," Ditto jumped in. "No, I won't and you can't make me."

"Fine." Stefan's voice. Fine? Cassandra frowned in confusion. "What?" she began but was silenced by a glare from Stefan. "Take her up to the roof." "NO Stefan! You can't!" Ditto shouted in protest before dropping his voice down to a whisper, "You can't! No matter how angry you are." "It doesn't matter," Stefan lowered his eyes, "She did this, she killed...her." "Then that settles it? Is this the best way to get your revenge?" Ditto looked at Cassandra, tensed on the chair, "To get revenge on this girl? Is she really the enemy?" "Yes."