Fury, pain, excruciating fire. The flames lapped at my arms, filled through my legs, soared over my chest. It washed over my face in waves of heat and agony.

It felt like days, months, years passed as the fire spread over my body. I wished it would end, but it went on for what seemed like eternity.

Finally, the fire subsided, though I could still feel sharp aches remaining. I risked opening my eyes and I was very confused by what I saw. Above me was no longer a dark sky, but a concrete ceiling. Another sharp jab of pain stabbed me as I turned her head to look to her left. A gasp escaped my lips at the pain before I focused on the concrete wall not three feet away from the small, old bed I lay on. Then I turned my head to my right, ignoring the new wave of pain.

That's when I saw my brother, laying across form me in another bed which mirrored mine. I heard a moan form his lips as he awoke, and I shuddered, imagining my protective, fearless brother going through the torture I recently woke up form.

"Jane," He murmured, and my eyebrows knit together. How had he known I was there? I thought. That it was me? At that moment I realized I could smell him, I had smelled him. I had known he was there, even before my eyes had opened. The idea scared me, adding the fact that I now realized I could see every dot on the wall clearly, and hear the shuffling of feet outside the old-looking, wooden door and down the hall.

"Alec," I finally replied after several minutes had passed. "Alec, open your eyes, sit up."

I watched his eyes open, and after he sat up with even more grace than before and with abnormal speed I looked deeply at his face because he looked... different. After a minute I gasped, eyes narrowing, clarifying the difference. He was stunningly handsome, his features exquisite, yet it was still his face, only even more elegant. And his eyes...

And as he looked up I heard him gasp as well, blood red eyes peering at my own features in shock. This made me much more curious.

"What," I asked, narrowing my eyes to inspect his face even more while he did the same.

"You... look... angelic." My brother replied, his eyes looking dazed now. I finally forced my eyes off his face and looked down at his clothes.

To my surprise he had been stripped of his usual raggedy village clothes and put into a cloak darker than shadow with a hood attached. Looking at my own attire I saw I had been dressed in a cloak to match. But there was one more matter I wanted to go back to, clothes were unimportant in this situation.

Standing, I noted, "Brother, your eyes are as light and red as newly spilled blood."

He didn't look as shocked as I had imagined. Instead he said, "As are yours. And granted your clothes make them stand out beautifully."

"That is really not the issue, and you know it," My words ended with a hiss, surprising both me and Alec. "Lets go," I added, and he nodded.

Before either of us could move another step the door opened silently, and a large man stepped in. He was heavily built, seemed to be a fighter, and dressed in the same cloak clothing my brother and I. His hood was pulled back, revealing his short, black hair, and his features were as magnificent as my own and Alecs', the color of his eyes also mirroring ours', and another half second passed as I realized with shock that they were narrowed on me, and accompanied by a small smile on his face.

"Greetings," His voice was calm and decently deep, though his enhanced looks appeared to be that of a teenagers, not corresponding to his large build. "My name is Felix, we have been awaiting eagerly for your awakenings. Please follow, you will receive many answers in just a moment."

Then he walked away, and my brother, grabbing my wrist tightly and pulling me against his side, followed Felix down the long hallway.


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