Taken

prologue

I could feel he was close. I always can. Ever since that night I can feel him, but only when he's close. Some would call it a gift, but I call it a curse. All i know, all I can think, at the moment is that I have to keep running. I have to get away.

Let's rewind. My name is Fyre Valentine, and I am on the run. I was captured a few months ago by Acheron Archer. Some know him as"Double A" but just people call him Acheron, Ash for short, or Archer. I call him the biggest mistake I've ever made. Acheron is 6'8" of badass. He has long, flippy hair that changer colors on his command, and is the most gorgeous person I've ever seen, even tho I haven't seen his eyes, ever. His eyes are always covered by dark sunglasses that complete his deadly look along with biker boots, jeans, and a leather jacket.

I am short, around 5'3". I have long dark brown hair with bangs that cover most of my face. Including my kaleidoscope-like eyes. Like Acheron, I have a tattoo on my right upper arm. While his is a snake eating it's own tail, mine is a sword. Together they make ouborous. The beginning and the end. My style mainly consists of black skinny jeans, tank tops, and a leather jacket. I may look as deadly him, but I'm willing to bet that I'm more scared than him.

When I was captured, I was just a scared little girl, barely 15 years old. I was taken from my home in Savannah, Georgia. I had had a fight with my parents and run out of the house to go to the park and cool down. When I got to the park, I sat down on a bench, crying my eyes out. I heard a noise but when i looked around but didn't see anyone or anything. I thought it must have been animal, but I decided to go home anyways. I could tell something was wrong. I had just got to my street when someone grabbed me. I elbowed him in the stomach and punched him, but it didn't seem to have any effect on him. I heard my attacker laugh before i blacked out. That's all I remember from that awful night.

I shake the thought from my head as I continue to run. I have to catch my breath so I stop and climb up a tree as quickly and quietly as possible. When I'm hiding in the tree, he stood under it, looking around. I hold my breath going he doesn't look up. He leaves a moment later. I jump out of the tree, landing as quietly as possible, and begin to jog in the opposite direction of where he went. A moment later he appears in front of me, scowling.

"Again,"he barks, "You did well at first but then you got sloppy. You messed up. Why?"

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again," I say.

"I don't want your damn apology. I want an explanation. Why do you keep messing up, I know you can do better, hell I've seen you do better. You're lucky this is just training, Fyre."

I sigh, becoming frustrated, "I know, Acheron. I know I can better. You've only told me, what? A thousand times?" I ask, trying to hide my frustration, though he can tell by my sarcasm.

He growls, "I get that you're frustrated, but just answer my damn question. Why were you distracted?"

I sigh, "The night you took me. When I was running, my mind was thinking about it. I don't know why."

He cocks his head to the side, thinking, studying me, "We need to look into that. I understand why you would sometimes think of that, hell, I did, but why is only when you're running?" He mutters to himself.