Jason's POV****
After Jake had told me that he knew some one, we were in the car driving to where ever this person was.
"Wait, I thought mom and dad told you about the whole thing with Riley after she was born, the whole story. How do you know someone that can help us? Shouldn't I know this person?" I said a little confused.
I mean, my parents told him that I was going to protect Riley since he was a little to old. That way I could watch her during school, and stuff like that.
He looked down, and clenched his jaw before talking.
"You were like Riley too. Except you had a gift at a younger age."
I froze.
"They were after me too?" I asked.
"Yes, and I was set out to protect you." He said.
"Wait, then why don't I remember?" I asked still shocked.
"See that was your gift. You could wipe memory. We used it against you when we found out what they would do to you. We took that away from you. And after we did, they stopped coming after us. Then we met Riley, and we tried taking hers away so they wouldn't come after her, but her body kept rejecting the method of giving it up," he paused," I feel like the reason why her body rejected it is because she was meant to have it."
I sat back in my chair, taking it all in.
So I had a gift?
Jake spoke up again.
"You also had one more gift. You might also be able to still use it."
I shot out of my seat.
He smiled, and chuckled at me.
"Look it might seem like it's not a useful gift, but your a living, breathing protector. You'll go to the ends of the earth, and die for your loved ones safety," he chuckled again," I remember when you were a little kid,I would get home from football practice with bruises, and you would go insane thinking someone did it on purpose."
I smiled lightly.
No wonder I was literally going insane when I didn't know if Riley was okay.
"That makes sense now." I said leaning back in my seat again.
"The person were going to also has a gift, so hopefully she can help us." He said.
"Wouldn't she be at the same place they took us when they took us from the party?" I asked.
"No, they know you would probably go there in the first place. There smart." He said
I nodded.
Don't worry Riley were coming.
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Riley's POV*****
Both the men, and Chloe close behind, dragged me through long corridors.
Every time I past a room, I would hear crying, or screaming.
And that scared me just a little. (Note the sarcasm.)
I calmed down a little when I thought of my moms necklace latched around my neck. She will protect me in spirit.
Thinking about Jason also calmed me down. I know he's looking for me. At least I hope so.
God I wish he was here to get me out of this mess.
They push me into one room at the end of a corridor, and inside was one single chair with straps to tie you down.
I began to pull back, but I was to weak. I hadn't eaten in at least more than thirty six hours.
They tied my ankles down, and my wrists. I tried to pull on them, but nothing would budge.
Chloe walked in with a big bag of something rattling around. I glared daggers at her as she walked beside me, and set all of the tools on a little table.
Most of them looked like torture.
I looked up at her.
"How can you be happy? Practically torturing people?" I asked.
She looked up with no emotion, and grabbed a scalpel off the table.
Shit.
She sliced a small cut right below my eye, and winced in pain. But it slowly went away, and healed.
Sorry bitch.
She looked up to see what she had done to see nothing there. She chuckled, and picked up one of those shots again.
She plunged it in my bicep for the fifteenth time.
I winced in pain once again.
Shit, what are they going to do to me.
She picked up a piece of metal that had a circle at the tip, and it looked like it had been heated up lots of times.
Oh wait. No. No.
She picked up a blow torch, and began to heat up the circle at the tip.
She looked at me with her devil eyes, after it was fully heated, and turned bright orange.
"Let's see how well you can heal now." She said smirking.
A/N
Next two or three chapters are going to be crazy.
Good luck. :D
Update tomorrow probably
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On the Run
Mystery / ThrillerRiley was a regular sixteen year old girl just going through her high school years. She didn't know anything about her parents past, what they did, or the fact that her old friend Jason's parents were in it too. Jason was sent out to protect her. So...
