The Fire Burns Bright

Kidnapped

Emma's P.O.V

Everyone is asleep after we just had dinner around a campfire. I hear my 'Dad' snoring loudly and Michel softly. Kate is asleep but is crying quietly in her sleep. It's clear that she is heartbroken just like I am. She loved Rafe with all her heart even though he was evil.

I stare at the dying fire and lie awake on the soft grass, wondering why this had to happen. Why did Gabriel have to die. I don't care if he came to the dead land to save me. I wish he just left me in there and let me die. What is life without the only adult I trust? And yes I just said it I don't trust my parents. They left us before. What's to say they won't do it again?

I look into the woods and see a shadow. It's a boy. I get up and tiptoe towards the silhouette. He's a lot taller than me but that's not saying much. I'm so short. When I get closer I see that the boy has glowing green eyes.

This can only be one person. It's Rafe. But it can't be Rafe. Rafe is dead.

"Who are you and what are you doing over here?" I demand in a fierce whisper as I look up at him.

"You don't remember me?" the boy asks, sounding sad.

"He can't be Rafe. Rafe is dead but this boy is so much like him. This doesn't make sense!" I think quickly.

"Oh! But I am Rafe!" he says after reading my mind. Dang-it! I forgot Rafe could do that! "Come with me and I'll show you how to save Gabriel!"

"N-no," I stammer, "The- the last time I went with someone in the night they... they..." I try not to cry as I think of when Rafe had made me watch my old orphanage director choke on her cake and die. I hated her and when he read my mind I had been hoping she'd choke on the cake. Then he made it happen and I felt awful.

"You don't trust me?" Rafe asks, making his voice sound sad.

"I never trust anyone," I admit.

"You can trust me," Rafe says.

"No! I can't! I'll never trust you!" I cry. "You were the one who kidnapped me who put me through so much pain!"

"I'd never hurt you! That was Dire Magnus, not me!"Rafe defends.

"Then I'll get Kate," I say starting to turn around.

Rafe grabs my arm, "You have to come with me!"

"No! Let me go!" I cry, trying to pull my arm away.

'Rafe' grabs me and covers my mouth. I kick and scream into his hand and he punches me in my stomach. The wind is knocked out of me and for too many awful seconds I can't catch my breath. 'Rafe' carries me away while I'm winded and I can't fight. When I regain my breath I start to fight him again but he holds me tighter.

"Let me go!" I try to yell into his hand but it comes out more like, "Mmmmm hmmmmm mmmm!"

"You are making this too difficult and I can solve that," he says, pulling a syringe from his pocket. I shiver at the sight of the needle. I've always had an unexplainable fear of needles. When nurses came to the orphanage to keep us all up to date on our shots, Kate always ended up having to hold me down while I cried and tried to fight. It was always the one time me and Micheal didn't fight. He'd hold my hand every time and when I cried he whispered softly in my ear, telling me it was alright. And Kate would rub my back and tell me to relax. But they're not here now and I shake with fear in the man's arms.

"Aw, little baby is scared," the guy teases, "I think I will use it," he grins, " for fun."

"N-no, I- I'm not s-scared," say shaking with fear, "w-what does it d-do?"

"Oh, this?" The man said, grinning, "This will make it so you can't move but it will also cause you agonizing pain."

"N-no, p-please d-don't!" I beg as tears spring in my eyes.

The man just laughs, "I think I will."

He sticks the needle in my arm and my I feel my body go limp. Then the pain starts and I try to scream but I can't. I see a different person then Rafe staring down at me, smirking.

"Why?" I mouth at him and he laughs harder looking at my tear stained face and just watching me.

The pain keeps getting worse. I don't think I can take it.