I was alone. Though I couldn't see where I was, darkness seemed to be the only thing not trying to kill me. The shriek of fear filled the room, and it took a while to realize that it was coming from my heart. Seconds felt like hours, or maybe it hours that felt like seconds. I couldn't think straight. My ankles and wrists were cuffed by heavy metal chains. They were so heavy that eventually, I fell onto the cold concrete floor. There I sat. Terrified, alone, knowingly staring my future strait in its eyes.

This was my choice. This was for my tigers. I could not let Lokesh torture them. He wanted me, and I let him win. There was no point in playing games. Eventually I would have been right here, sitting the way I was, alone and cold.

Light shone through the high window in front of me and reflected a cross between my feet. I turned to my right and saw a metal table. Brown and torn, leather straps lay on four points of the metallic surface. On my left was a blank wall. I could make out a narrow door in the corner of the room. I stretched my aching shoulders, rolled my neck, and craned my head as far as I could to look behind me.

The wall was full of weapons. Different length knives and chainsaw-looking tools covered a majority of it. Each one a deep red crusted on their blade. Ren. That was Ren's blood. Red stains were splattered across the walls and scratch marks extended across the wall as well. Only a few feet away, Ren had been in the most intense agony imaginable. My stomach turned as I imagined him trying to stay strong for me. That did not have to happen. If it was not for me, he could still be at the circus, a happy and healthy tiger. But I was not expected to be brave. He was to take the pain for me.

The soft drumming of footsteps approached the door. Clicks and creaks came from the it before it groaned open. There, grinning in the doorway, was Lokesh. I gulped.

This is my first fanfiction. I'm sorry that I couldn't end it in a satisfying way.

Chapter 2

The thing was being weird so I just added on.

"Hello, Kelsey," He purred. I turned my face away, determined to make his victory a difficult one. Snickering, he cupped my cheek and gently turned my eyes to look strait into his. "Why do you look away?" He looked at me sweetly, thoughtfully…tenderly.

I soon found myself admiring his handsome features as well. I wanted him, and my feelings were so powerful I could hardly be restrained. His eyes were burning away my sense of time, space, and all that ever existed but us. Though it was like looking for a needle in a haystack, I finally gathered my wits and sharply turned away. Wow. He was stronger than I thought.

I could feel his loving stare turn into a bloodthirsty glare as I stubbornly ignored him. His nails dug into my cheek, and I whimpered and I warm crimson blood flow down my face and drip onto my neck and knees. The pain flared in my cheeks and was agonizing. He was testing his magic on me, seeing how much I could take. But I would never give in.

He rose, turned away, and muttered, "That should teach you," grimly under his breath as he wiped my blood onto his black slacks. As he opened the door, he threatened, "You know what I want, and I will stop and nothing until I get it."

With that, he gripped the metallic handle, stepped out of the door way, and let it slam shut. There I was, alone.

PJO PLEDGE:

I promise to remember Percy whenever I'm at sea,

I promise to remember Annabeth whenever a spider comes at me,

I promise to protect nature for Grover's sake, of course,

I promise to remeber Luke when my heart fills with remorse.

I promise to remember Chiron whenever I see a sign that says "free pony ride"

I promise to rememeber Tyson when a friend says they'll stick by my side.

I promise to remember Thalia when a friend is scared of heights,

I promise to remember Clarisse whenever i see someone that gives me a fright.

I promise to remeber Bianca whenever i see a sister scold her younger brother,

I promise to remeber Nico whenever i see someone who doesnt get along well with others.

I promise to remember Zoë whenever i watch the stars,

I promise to remember Rachel when a limo passes my car.

Yes, i promise to remeber PJO where ever i may go.

Please repost this if you went to a private and/or Catholic school. Also, come up with your own way to tell if it so tickles your fancy! Let's find our brothers and sisters in plaid!*

You know you've been in private/Catholic school too long when...

you start discussing you favorite plaid with your best friend on the bus

you actually consider giving up chocolate for Lent (the nuns just look so disapproving if you don't do something impossible!)

you were really ticked when they changed the responses because you finally memorized them and didn't have to pay attention at Mass anymore

you actually know the Nicene and Apostles' Creeds

Girls

are like

apples on trees

the best one's are

at the top of the tree.

The boys don't want to reach

for the good ones because they

are afraid of falling and getting hurt.

Instead they settle for the rotten apples

from the ground that aren't as good but

easy to get. So the apples at the top think

something is wrong with them, when in

reality, they're amazing. They just

have to wait for the right boy to

come along, one who's

brave enough to

climb all

the way

to the top

of the tree.

You know you're addicted to MR when...

1. You know what MR means first of all.

2. When someone says "the School," you think of an experimentation building in Death Valley. Not an educational facility.

3. Max is a girl's name.

4. You have a newfound respect for blind people.

5. You half-expect dogs to talk and sprout wings.

6. Looking out to the sky, you want to so badly spot six flying bird kids.

7. You'd kill to be a bird kid.

8. You're neither Team Edward nor Jacob. You're Team Fang.

9. You hate the name Brigid, Lissa, and Dylan.

10. You wish to own an E-shaped house in the Colorado mountains one day.

11. You're still single because you want someone like Fang to come and sweep you off your feet. Literally.

12. You start to like Avan Jogia JUST because he's going to play Fang in the movie.

13. Erasers are wolves, not school supplies.

14. You wish your mom was as cool as Dr. M.

15. You start to be skeptical of office buildings.

16. You develop claustrophobia.

17. Anything that is called "The Institute" makes you think it's sketchy.

18. You only WISH you're friends were pyros.

19. You joined martial arts to learn hand-to-hand combat.

20. You have a whole blog dedicated to a certain character.

What a boyfriend should do:

When she walks away from you mad, follow her
When she stare's at your mouth, kiss her
When she pushes you or hits you, grab her and dont let go
When she start's cussing at you, kiss her and tell her you love her
When she's quiet, ask her what's wrong
When she ignore's you, give her your attention
When she pull's away, pull her back
When you see her at her worst, tell her she's beautiful
When you see her start crying, just hold her and don't say a word
When you see her walking, sneak up and hug her waist from behind
When she's scared, protect her
When she lays her head on your shoulder, tilt her head up and kiss her
When she steal's your favorite hat, let her keep it and sleep with it for a night
When she teases you, tease her back and make her laugh
When she doesnt answer for a long time, reassure her that everything is okay
When she looks at you with doubt, back yourself up
When she say's that she like's you, she really does more than you could understand
When she grabs at your hands, hold hers and play with her fingers
When she bumps into you, bump into her back and make her laugh
When she tells you a secret, keep it safe and untold
When she looks at you in your eyes, don't look away until she does
When she misses you, she's hurting inside
When you break her heart, the pain never really goes away
When she says its over, she still wants you to be hers
When she repost this bulletin, she wants you to read it
Stay on the phone with her even if shes not saying anything.
When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go
When she says she's ok dont believe it, talk with her- because 10 yrs later she'll remember you
Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her
Call her before you sleep and after you wake up
Treat her like she's all that matters to you.
Tease her and let her tease you back
Stay up all night with her when she's sick
Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid
Give her the world
Let her wear your clothes
When she's bored and sad, hang out with her
Let her know she's important
Kiss her in the pouring rain
When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is;
"Who's ass am I kicking babe?"
If you do post this in the next four minutes the one you love will :
Call you.
Kiss you.
Love you.
Text you.