The Contradiction of the Gifted

Chapter 1: Kidnapped or saved

"Hello?" I felt pressure on my face, but it disappeared

I groaned and cracked my eyes open. All I could see what black blurs, I tried to reach up to push up my glasses, but my hands were tied to my side, so I couldn't move. My breath started to quicken and I squirmed in the ropes.

"Hey, calm down. You're safe, well kinda," there was that voice again.

I tried to turn and see who was talking, but they were just a gray and black blur. "G-glasses?"

"Oh, yea, sorry."

My vision cleared up as I felt a familiar weight on my nose. I managed to calm down a little now that the world was once again clear, but I was still tied up, and had no idea where I was. There were three blondes sitting together, two of them had rectangular glasses. Next to one of the girls was a boy with light red hair and mix-maxing eyes. An Indian girl with long black hair sat in the other corner.

In the driver's seat was another red headed boy, and sitting in the seat next to him was a girl who also had... red hair. Is red hair extremely common or is this some phenomenon?

"You look much better with your glasses on."

I turned to see the person who had given me back my glasses. He had jet black hair that was barely visible underneath his gray beanie. Dark circles framed his chocolate brown eyes, and gave a darker tone to his pale skin. He was wearing a black hoodie, and a pair of black skinny jeans.

The boy was wearing so much black he almost blended into the black walls. That's when it hit. I'm in one of Cedar's pedophile vans. This isn't good...this really isn't good.

"I-I would d-ditch the c-car as soon as p-possible," I advised.

The red headed girl flipped and shot me a glare, "And why should we do that?"

"Be-because Cedar plants tr-tracers on ev-every c-c-car," I explained.

The red head just ignored my comment, but the driver seemed to think about it. He looked back at me, and for a second, I thought I saw a look of pity in his eyes. Even if the pity was there, it disappeared quickly.

"Hey Blay, maybe we should listen to the kid," the driver suggested.

Blay shot the driver an evil stare, telling him to shut up. I leaned back against the side of the car, but sat back up when the pain in my side was almost too much to bear. No one else really seemed to notice pain rushing through me, except for the boy sitting next to me.

"You okay?" the boy asked.

I manged a nod. My sides felt like they were on fire. Every little movement hurt, even something as simple as breathing was painful.

"I'm Jacob," the boy introduced himself.

"Mathias," I said through gritted teeth.

"Walker, I think he needs to go to the hospital," Jacob told the driver.

Walker turned back to look at me. I doubted that I looked all that great, but Walker looked like he had seen a ghost, "Are you alright kid?"

I nodded again, but he didn't seem convinced. The car made a sharp turn, causing agony to shoot through my back. I fell over, groaning in pain. I ended up landed in Jacob's lap. Normally I would be embarrassed, but my mind was else where.

Walker untied me before picked me up bridle style and carried me into a small cottage. There were voices, and they laid me down on a soft bed, but pain and sleep had taken over.