(****AN: Hey guys, this is my first story that I myself had created, so go easy on me. Since this is a story from my own mind, all the settings, characters, and clothes are my creation (unless stated otherwise). So do not copy this story and claim it as your own. ****)

Prologue: Six Months Earlier

"Are you ready to talk yet?", the voice of Him called into Charlie Evans' cell, while closing the cell door with a bang.

Charlie Evans had the kind of shoulders that football players or someone who went to the gym a lot might have, but he did neither of those things. He also had dark brown hair and brown eyes.

The boy, Charlie Evans, laid handcuffed to a ring attached to the cold, damp, and dark dirt floor of his cell with rain coming down from his broad shoulders.

Charlie said nothing to the man crouching in front of him. A few weeks earlier he was told by Lexi that he and a group of others like him were going to come here to help her. Another shocker, he was the leader of the group and his sister was supposed to come along, but mom argued that she was too young to go. Mom won that argument but before Lexi left, she warned mom sooner or later my sister will be needed here and there wasn't anything she could do. Then he got kidnapped and separated from his group.

"I'll ask one more time, where's the girl?" hissed the man.

"Go to hell!" croaked Charlie

Charlie wasn't going to tell him where she was. He had to keep her safe…well, at least until she is ready. Plus, he owed it to her for breaking their promise.

"Foolish boy!" the man snarled, "You're only delaying my plans."

Hopefully, it will keep her safe long enough for her to be prepared when her times comes, Charlie thought.

"I have my minions searching for her in your world as we speak, and when I do get my hands on her, the power will be mine besides, you're dying anyways, so save yourself the trouble and tell me where she's hiding!"

The man was right. He could feel his energy being drained out of him. The blood coming out of all the cuts, and bruises he received from weeks of torture, were making him dizzy. Dark spots danced behind his eyes and felt himself being dragged into unconsciousness. The last thought running through Charlie's mind before he lost consciousness was about his sister and mother. He'll never get to read a book to his sister again and he'll never get to say he loves his mom ever again.

TO BE CONTINUED…