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Injured and Gone

"He isn't back! Why isn't he back?! Why is Charlotte still sleeping? Why is she GLOWING?! Why—"
Vince kisses me. "Calm yourself. You've been panicking for the last hour. We won't find him if you're like this."
"Right. Kiss me more."
He hugs me and presses my head against his shoulder. "Ray should know what he's doing. I think he'll be fine at least until we can find him. Relax, Levi. Why don't you sit down?"

I'm led over to the couch. Vince sits down with me. His arms provide my comfort. "We'll find Ray and she will wake. If we're going to find him we'll need a plan. If Ray is truly in danger then we can't go in blind. So.. take a breather. Just listen to my breathing for a while." I scoot closer and hug him. He puts a hand on the back of my head and presses me further against his shoulder. "Relax.." For a while, all that is heard is his soft breathing mixed with my heavy one. I put my hand on his thigh, gently squeezing it.

I sigh. "Thank you.. Vince."
He nods. "Anytime. You guys panic too much. Take a break.. and then panic when needed."

There's a small groan quickly followed by whimpers. We sit there, quiet and still. Some shuffling and creaks echo the hallway.

"Is she up?" I whisper.
"I don't know," Vince whispers back.
"Do we check?"
"Hm.. no.."
"Why not?"
"She'll walk out on her own."

There's a terrifying scream and that sets the two of us off. Vince takes my hand, as we rush to her room. His hand has mine in a DEATH grip.

I love their relationship. They truly are meant for each other..

When we get to the door, he steps in and then immediately out. His hand comes up to his mouth. What could possibly be soooo bad?

I walk in and freeze.

Charlotte's clothing is ripped. Large holes go through both of her wrists. Her cheek is cut as well as the corner of her lips. A gash extends from her upper arm down to her elbow on both arms.

"Holy shit," I whisper.
Charlotte looks at me. The tears start rolling down her face, as she brings her hands up to her face.
I drop Vince's hand and rush over to her. She's trembling.
What the fuck happened?!
Her hands slowly turn to me. The initials C.J on one hand and.. 304.. carved into the other.

Vince takes the blankets off her, revealing even more scratches. There's a hole in her knee. Her ankles have the same holes as her wrists. Her scars are all traced and bloody. On her leg, the name "CALVIN" is carved out.

She screams even louder and attempts at curling up before realizing she can't even move.

"So.. who or what is Calvin?" I ask.
" That's what I want to know. Whoever he is he's doing this to her. What's 304 mean?"
"304 is.. was Ray's code.. number.."
"What's on her hands?"
"The initials 'C.J' and 304.."
"Shit."
"What?"
"It's a ritual usually used to seek someone out. This isn't happening to her, yes, she has the cuts, but it's not her who's having it firsthand. It's Ray."
"..."

Ray.. FUCK! I should've.. no.. Why the fuck did he have to go?! God.. I can't do this. Where is he?! I.. I need him. I CAN'T LOSE HIM! I CAN'T.

Vince smacks my face. "Get yourself together. As of now, we're both serious, got it? They're BOTH in DANGER. If we calm down we can get answers, so pull yourself together."
"Pull myself together?! How can I do that when she's SOAKING THE WHOLE BED IN BLOOD. Ray most likely isn't allowed to use his abilities. I CAN'T LOSE HIM, VINCE! I— I can't!"
"YOU WON'T LOSE HIM! Ray will be fine! Whoever it is is probably using him to draw her out!"

Charlotte screams once more, grabbing our attention. We turn to her. Her back is lifted and a new cut is on her side.

Vince walks over to her and sits at the edge of the bed. Then he takes her into his arms and covers her ears.