So this is my new story about Victor and his soulfinder. It hasn't got anything to do with my previous story, sorry about that :/ I hope you like it anyway: ) Please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Joss Stirling's characters

Also, I don't own the picture but I have permission to use it although I need to attribute it so here it is: By Israel Defense Forces from Israel (A Soldier in the Sun) [CC-BY-SA-2.0 ( /licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Rogue's POV

It's been about 2 weeks since we were captured but I lost count around the 3rd day. No sign of a rescue mission yet, although I don't blame them; they've got better things to be doing like winning the war. I think I may have pissed off the bad guys a few days ago because they haven't brought me any food in two and a half days. People warned me this would happen. They told me that girls should be pretty little housewives and not join the US military.

I serve in 'Unit 3E' which stands for Unit 3 Elite. It is a secret unit within the armed forces for savants like me. My commanding officer's savant gift is to detect other savant gifts. He spotted me out when I was 16 and new to the army. Then all of a sudden I was shoved into Unit 3E, surrounded by strong muscular men. When I turned 18 they shipped me off to Afghanistan with the majority of Unit 3E. It was kind of awkward at first as it was clear I wasn't 'welcome' because I'm female but after a while I proved that I was just as capable as them- more capable than most!

My father served in the army in Unit 3E and everyone who knew him says he was a great guy. My mother was my father's soulfinder and was a good person too; she worked for the savant net, stopping bad guys and generally being an all-round hero. Because both my parents were so good and virtuous, they thought it would be funny and ironic to name me, their child, 'Rogue'. They didn't really take into consideration how quickly people are to judge when your name means mischievous and dishonest. To be fair, when I was younger I was quite rebellious and spent most my time in detention. My dad didn't care though; he called me his loveable Rogue. That was before he was killed in Afghanistan when I was 15, bullet to the head. My mother died a few days after she heard the new, the police say it was suicide.

That's the thing about soulfinders: they are a part of you and if they die, a part of you dies as well. I hope one day I find my soulfinder and that I will love him as much as my parents loved each other. After my parent's death, I, being an only child, was stuffed into a care home so it was no wonder I joined the army as soon as it was legal. My parents were both incredibly strong savants which is probably why I turned out to be quite strong. My savant gift is that I can create these energy shields around things, really strong ones too. It's quite useful on the front line with bullets flying left right and centre.

There are lots of rules in Unit 3E but the most important rule is that we mustn't let anyone know of our powers, ever. My commanding officer, Clarkson, says that if it comes to a choice between death and revealing our gifts, we choose death. I understand this because if the enemy find out about your gift, they can use it to their advantage, hence why death is the better option. I broke the rules, which is why I'm currently being kept in captivity in this stingy old prison.

I and three other of my comrades in Unit 3E were out on a patrolling exercise when we were attacked by the enemy. There was no use in fighting back; the Enemies were savants too and one of them had the power to paralyse your body movements. We literally stood there like vegetables while they tied us up and hauled us into the back of the van. We were taken to this secretly located enemy base and shoved in the room with lots of Afghan guards. Two of my comrades were shot then and there, leaving me and Freddie. One of the guards put his gun to the back of Freddie's head and I knew he was going to kill him, I could see the coldness in his eye. Freddie isn't just my comrade, he's my closest friend. Like all of the others, he didn't accept me when I joined the army, but I saved his life one day and ever since that incident, he has my back and I've got his.

So you can imagine the emotions that were going through me when I knew I was going to watch him die in front of me. That's why I had to break the rules; I had to use my gift to save him. I created a shield around him; the bullet bounced off the shield and hit the guard. The Enemy recognised me as a savant and locked me up.

'You are a savant?' The enemy leader asked me in Pashto, the language in Afghanistan. Luckily, living in Afghanistan for 4 years meant that I gradually picked up on the language.

'If you hurt me or my friend I will bring the entire prison down and kill everyone inside.' I threatened in Pashto.

'Lock them away.' The Enemy leady said with a smile. He had a long and jagged scar running diagonally across his face. He looked like one of the baddies in a comic. I decided to call him Scarface. Freddie and I were ushered out the room and locked in separate cells.

'You shouldn't of done that Rogue, You know what Clarkson said' Freddie told me telepathically when we were locked up

'Well I wasn't going to stand there and watch while your brains get blown out your head was I?' I retorted

'You're right, I would have done the same for you' He replied

So that's how I got into this whole situation. I could escape it I wanted to; I could probably kill every guard in this God-damn prison if I wanted to except I don't because the enemy leader warned me of the consequences. If I stepped a toe out of line, they will kill Freddie and I couldn't let that happen. Freddie's gift isn't as strong as mine; he can control electricity which is quite cool except electricity is very limited in this dark and dingy prison. All in all, I think we're screwed.