Hey everyone! I'm a new author to as most of my stories are on Wattpad (including this new one), but i've read so many stories here and i love them all so I decided to try something new and post here! Trying to clear some space on my notes from all the KOTLC drabbles, haha! I really hope you like! Oh also, a few facts, the whole Alden's mind break thing never happened and the group joined the Black Swan earlier but their ages are still the same on the later books. So let's just say they Joined the Black Swan close to the end of Exile, Kay? Great!

Btw, I'll probably add some other ships don't worry, idk which ones tho because I'm still debating and because I'm so open to so many except any other ones with Sophie cause drop dead in LOVE with Sophitz! Sorry Sokeefe shippers, this book probs ain't for you, not that I hate Sokeefe (or team Foster-Keefe, I actually love team Foster-Keefe it's very catchy to say) but I just don't like them together like that. Even tho I have an itching feeling that they might end up together in the books which is kinda disappointing for me, I'm not totally against it, I just prefer for Keefe to tease Fitz and Sophie about them being close instead of being jealous cause I think Fitz and Keefe have the best broship EVER!

But yeah, now I'm yammering so I'll shut up now so that you guys can read the story. Enjoy!

~Chapter one~

Fitz walked through the cold, thick snow after miles of running, trying to shield his eyes the best he could from the bits of snowflakes that were furiously attacking from the north to the south. He had no idea where he was, nor where he was going. All he knew is that he had to get out of that place- and fast.

Fitz awoke feeling dazed and confused. He was laying down on some stone pedestal with a bunch of faces looking down at him. His eyesight was blurry from awaking to a bright light shining down in his face so Fitz couldn't exactly tell who they were- not that he thought he would be able to tell if he could see. He could barely remember his own name. Slowly, everything was coming back to him enough that he knew that he didn't belong here, but it was coming back too slowly. Too slow to be able to figure out whether these people where friend or foe- whoever they were.

There were only a few things Fitz could truly remember at the moment: his name, who he was, and a pair of beautiful, unique brown eyes that glistened with gold flecks if exposed to anything light.

Covering the lower part of his face, Fitz tried to see where he was but all he could see at he moment was snow and hills- with snow on them. Fitz internally groaned. He was never gonna find his way back, was he? Wherever back was exactly. He was still trying to figure out where that was- and why his older brother was with them instead of wherever back was.

Blinking multiple times, Fitz's eyesight finally seemed to cooperate with him and the blurriness cleared almost completely. He looked left from right at all the staring faces. They all seemed to have smirks on their faces, especially own with dark, almost black hair who looked extra mischievous. Fitz decided he would want to stay from that guy. The only person who wasn't grinning was the person closest to him on his right; a man with brown curly hair, and icy blue eyes that reminded him of his mother's- his mother! Della! And his father! Alden! Instantly Fitz pictured the beautiful woman and man who struck a resemblance to himself greatly.

Fitz was relieved he remembered his parents- but where were they exactly? And why did this almost sympathetic looking boy looked so familiar? "A-Alvar?" He found himself saying. Alvar? He tried to remember who taut was to him. The man with his mother's eyes spoke just as he realized. "Little brother," Alvar replied with a grin.

Fitz shook his head furiously, trying to rid himself of the memories. How could his eldest brother betray his family like that? Especially his sister Biana, who looked up to Alvar just as much as he never knew he did. And Keefe, who called Alvar his hero. Thinking of the two suddenly made Fitz nostalgic and he clutched his stomach, feeling extremely homesick. His little sister and his best friend. How he missed them all- Biana and her lovable preppy yet tough attitude, Keefe and his jokes and compassion that almost everyone saw past other than Fitz himself, even Dex and his weird tinkering but genius intellect- and Sophie Foster: the girl who changed his life- forever. Would he ever see them again?

"Ah, so he speaks!" The dark haired guy with the mischievous looks snickered along with a few other. Alvar probably must've noticed Fitz shift a little closer to him and farther away from the intimidating black haired dude because he put a surprisingly gentle hand on his shoulder and glared at the black haired man. "Ruy, shut up, you're scaring him." Ruy? That's his name? "Aw, ain't that cute? Brotherly love. How adorable," Ruy commented, making the brown hair guy with many scars on his face chuckle. It was sinister and dark and it probably would've sounded intimidating if Fitz wasn't too busy in his own thoughts. A few names started to come back to him: Sophie. Biana. Keefe. Dex. Along with a few other things: brown eyes. Jokester. Sister. Red hair. Technopath. Empath. Friends. And one other thing; Telepath. Telepath...Telepath, telepath! He and that blonde girl with the brown eyes were telepaths!

It was this moment when he suddenly realized that he didn't belong where've he was right now, even if his brother was here which he was still trying to figure out why. He belonged with those people. He didn't know where they were, but he knew he belonged with them. "Where am I?" He asked, in not a tough but not a wavering tone either, "who are you guys?" The people around him sneered. "You think you're in a position to ask questions, boy?" Ruy asked him.

Fitz rolled his eyes, remembering the stupid question/statement Ruy had made. He honestly could not stand that guy. He had come across as intimidating for the first few minutes Fitz had seen him but he had instantly gone from slightly scary to extremely annoying. Fitz hated what the Neverseen did to him, but he honestly would be perfectly fine using it against Ruy.

As the dark haired male spoke, Fitz couldn't help but question this guy's intelligence. Why wouldn't he be in the position to ask questions? He woke up to six faces of only one which he knew, with barely any recognition of who he was and of practically anything in his life and he's questioning why Fitz is asking questions. Honestly? Fitz gazed up at Alvar, who seemed to be thinking the exact same thing because he merely shook his head at the dark brunette. Suddenly a booming voice at there's of the pedestal went through the air. "Everybody quiet!" The voice spoke, silencing the snickering and the chatter at each side of the table.

Fitz looked up and saw that the man who spoke had a hood over their head. Skinny and spindly like fingers slowly pulled the hood down and revealed a man with messy blonde hair and pointy ears. Fitz figured he must've been one of the ancients. Frowning at the man's almost evil looking grin, Fitz almost had half a mind to try and probe his or any of their minds, but decided against it invade they had a telepath around. "What do you want with me?" He asked instead. The man's grin grew wider, if possible. "Oh, we're here to finish what we've started," he answered, thoroughly confusing Fitz. The man ran a hand through his messy blonde hair, reminding Fitz of Keefe, while smirking. "And we have."

It took a while for Fitz to realize that he was shivering. Looking down at himself and seeing that he was only wearing the black, plain, three-quarter sleeved tunic with a dark brown belt with a golden buckle around near bottom of it, dark golden brown pants, black boots and black fingerless gloves that he woke up in when he was there, and for a moment assumed he was shaking because of the lack of layers when he realized that he didn't feel the slightest bit cold. Suddenly remembering how quickly he learned the skill of moderating his body temperature and the other freaky things the Neverseen had done to him, Fitz realized the memories of that place was what he was truly shivering about.

Fitz furrowed his eyebrows. What did that guy mean when he said they already finished what they started? What did they do? "Wh-what have you done to me?!" Fitz asked a bit more frantically than he ideally would've liked, and checked himself for differences or flaws or anything strange on his body- only to find himself perfectly fine and unharmed. Feeling even more confused, Fitz looked up as the collective of people chuckled silently. "Don't worry, Fitz. They didn't do anything bad to you," Akbar told him and it almost sounded assuring until Ruy inputed, "Physically at least," and then snickered. Fitz shot a slight panicked look to Alvar, who was glaring at Ruy like there was no tomorrow. "Who are they?" He asked him in a low voice.

Just as Alvar opened his mouth, Fintan suddenly slammed a fist down beside Fitz's foot, making him jump a little. "No! No names! Do NOT pity him!" H shrieked at Alvar. "He's my brother-" Alvar tried to protest but Fintan cut him off, "he's a weapon! Nothing more than a weapon! Remember that," he warned, pointing a slightly shaking finger at Alvar who reluctantly silenced himself. He shot Fitz an almost apologetic look but Fitz was more concerned about what Fintan had called him: a weapon.

Fitz continued to climb through the thick snow, only stopping for a second to see that he was nearing the end point of the mountain he barely realized he was on. Picking up his pace, he tried to trudge through the snow only to end up nearly falling face first. Huffing out an irritate grunt, Fitz back up a little before jumping over the snow, all the way to the ledge of the mountain which was barely in sight from where he once stood.

"What do you mean I'm a weapon?! What did you do!?" Fitz shouted at the group surrounding him. Fintan merely shrugged at his little outburst. "We didn't do much more than we did then, really." Seeing Fitz's beyond confused face, he continued, "you will most likely not remember this- actually, you better not remember this," he said, glaring at the blond haired man with piercing blue eyes standing beside Alvar, who only stared back in defiance. Fitz assumed he was a telepath. He also noticed that the man was wearing gloves. "But we had captured when you were about six or so and enhanced you're skills have you an ability, and triggered you're telepathy that we knew you were going to have to enhance it as well." Fitz broke out his thoughts to glance at the blonde in horror. He basically just told him they treated him like a lab rat when he was young unbeknownst to him like it was nothing.

Seeing his look, Fintan scoffed. "Oh please, don't look at me like that. You're nothing short of the Black Swan's little lab experiment. Except when we enhanced you're telepathic skills, we weren't stupid enough to leave you like that. We hid the ability back until it was ready to be manifested. However, we didn't have time to hide the other ability before that stupid organization found out so you're father found out about it and thankfully for us, kept it a secret by restricting it." Hiding an ability? Putting it back? Fitz didn't even know that was possible.

Carefully, Fitz approached the ledge and looked out, shocked to see . He looked around and saw almost all of the city. Something in the back of Fitz's mind told him to look for Everglen, but between the crystal buildings and different scenery, he couldn't see his family's property. But he did see one place that he vaguely remembered- Alluveterre. Heaving a sigh, Fitz backed up a bit before jumping over the ledge towards the property.

Trying to make sense of the whole situation, Fitz asked, "What exactly did you do?" The blonde grinned as if he was waiting for Fitz ask that. "We did you a spectacular favour, boy. You're mind isn't impenetrable like that stupid blonde lab rat, but that's just the point. We want people to try and get into you're kind so you can force them out." Fitz furrowed his eyebrows. "Force them out?" He asked, not liking how inferior his voice was sounding. Why did that term sound so familiar? When he suddenly realized what it was, Fitz grimaced and cringed. Forcing someone out was supposed to be impossible. "How did you make me able to do that?" He asked.

The collective let out a laugh, confusing Fitz more. "Oh, Fitz," the scraggly blonde said between dark chuckles, "you've always been able to do it. Those idiot councillors just washed your mind so you would forget." Fitz's eyes widened. "Wh-wha?" He asked, full on freaked out now. So this means that when he manifested as a telepath, he forced out the councillors- and even Quinlin- out of his mind?! The blonde who Fitz assumed was a telepath saw his reaction and snorted. "Oh please," he said with a careless wave of his hand, "we haven't even gotten to the best parts yet."

Fitz wandered through the forests, trying to figure out where to go. He couldn't find his home, and everything was still too fuzzy in his brain to try and find some place else. Then it dawned on him- he couldn't go home. Not like this at least. He was practically a monster thanks to what they did to him. Fitz gritted his teeth. Thanks to them, he was no more than the weapon they made him to be.

Fitz shuddered, trying to process the information these people he now knows as the Neverseen just told him. "So... basically you guys altered my DNA like Sophie's, and gave me the gift of foresight, enhanced reflexes, skills, and stamina," he started, "and you messed with my telepathy so that you could give me the ability to screw with people's minds," "that's right," the blonde supposedly telepath nodded in agreement. Fitz drew in a breath and continued, "and you altered my brain by giving me the mind of the perfect assassin," he finished, looking for clarification. The way they gleefully nodded practically sickened Fitz. He resisted the urge to gape at them, accurately guessing that the Neverseen was an evil organization.

Shaking his head, Fitz jumped of the pedestal and attempted to shove his way past the blonde telepath and his brother, but the telepath grabbed him. "Hey, where do you think you're going?" He asked almost mockingly. Fitz glared at him. "You're all insane. There is no way in my right- well, what once right mind that I'll let you guys just turn me into a weapon- especially if you're planning on making me try and destroy Sophie!" He yelled at them, pushing the guys away. He saw an exit and tried to race towards it but stopped when an energy shield suddenly block it off. He turned around and saw Ruy with an extended palm smirking at him.

A couple of the Neverseen members grabbed him and slammed him back on the pedestal and Fitz struggled against them as the scraggly blonde and brunette with scars on his face approached him, both igniting small flames through their fingers. Fitz's eyes widened. "Pyrokinetics," he thought. The only illegal ability.
The blonde smiled a sick, twisted smile. "Let's have some fun, shall we?" He asked him as now steaming hand approached Fitz.

Feeling like stabbing many things, Fitz struggled to resist the urge, knowing that now, he's more than perfectly capable of doing so. He hoped which ever direction he was going didn't lead him straight to Eternalia, or anywhere he really knew for that matter. Fitz was now a danger to elvin kind- at least that's how he saw it. He squeezed his eyes shut as the memories came back just as painfully as the blazing flames.

Fitz cried out in agonizing pain, buying back a scream as the blonde pyrokinetic burned another handprint on his right arm. "You ready to cooperate?" The blonde asked him. Fitz but his lip and shook his head. He would never let them turn him into a weapon- even if it kills him, which seems likely considering the current circumstances. The blonde narrowed his eyes and looked towards the scar faced male. "Brant," he hissed lowly, which Fitz was barely able to hear. Brant looked to Fitz with an expressionless look on his face, though it was clear in his eyes that he was enjoying this torture.

Fitz screamed as the he felt the hot, searing flame make a rather long burn on the edge of his jaw, much to the amusement of the others who were now snickering and laughing at his expense. He looked over at Alvar with pleading, almost begging look on his face, but his brother only turned away, avoiding his look as he just stood there and let them burn him. The cold, sharp feeling of betrayal in his heart felt just as bad as the burns on his body- maybe even worse.

His entire body shook as the memories kept shooting through his mind, each more painful than before:

"Stop!" Fitz cried out, tears now starting to fall down his face as the two pyrokinetics pressed their searing fists into his torso. "Please stop!"

Fitz rolled up his shirt to examine the fairly fresh wounds,

The collective (excluding his brother) just laughed harder at his pain. Fitz squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop his tears from falling any further. He thought sadism was supposed to be a human thing...

Fitz gritted his teeth as he pounded on his head with a clenched fist, determined to get the forsaken memories out of his mind,

"So are you ready to obey yet?" The blonde asked him, halting his torture for just a few seconds. Fitz breathed heavily, terrified but not yet willing to be competent with these- these horrible people...
Biting his lip with sudden nervousness, Fitz shook his head defiantly. The group was anything but mollified. "Stupid kid," the scar faced pyrokinteic grumbled and continued to burn him again along with the other.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it!" Fitz yelled, hammering his fist against his skull,

The young telepath cried out in agony as they began to leave burns all over his body. "Stop! Oh please, stop..." He cried, weakly fighting against the arms holding him down. He didn't know if he could take much more of this...

Fitz was now grinding his teeth so hard, one would think that they might crack under pressure,

"I told you to be obedient, kid! These are the consequences!" Fintan yelled as he continued to burn Fitz. Wiat- Fintan? How did he know the pyrokinteics name? And that the other one was named Brant? Fitz abruptly ceased his cries of pain. He hadn't remember reading their minds. Maybe he did it subconsciously... A burning pain on his neck caused him to gasp and remember his current situation. He looked up at the grinning faces with disgust. "Let me go!" Fitz yelled, thrashing around in their grip.

"Why won't they leave? Why won't hey leave?" Is what Fitz started to mutter to himself, despaired.

Brant smirked at him. "Not a chance, kid," he told him.

"Get outta my head..." he demanded,

At that moment, something just snapped. Fitz could feel something bubbling up inside of him- pure ire. His vision suddenly turned red, his head full of dark intentions. He barred his teeth in anger at those in front of him.

"Please just go away," he was pleading now,

Growling in pure anger, Fitz slammed his eyelids shut and screamed;

"Leave me alone..."

"STOOOPPP!" He hollered so loudly he was sure the whole world could hear it. And at that moment, the entire group flew- literally flew- backwards for a few brief seconds until they all collided against the rock walls of the cave. Fitz sat up in horror as he observed the scene he just caused. They entire collective of the Neverseen were rendered unconscious... All because of what- his telekinesis? He wasn't even trying to use it! Fitz suddenly paled at the thought, realizing that if he had tried, he would have caused a lot more damage to them than he did before. Probably resulting in their deaths. Shuddering, Fitz hugged himself, thoroughly afraid at what he had become.

"I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!" Fitz hollered, his voice echoing through he trees of the thick forest. Fitz took deep breaths, trying to calm himself, as he basically collapsed onto a nearby tree, fighting to closing onto the last bit of sanity he had left. Finally the pace of his breaths began to revert to a normal one and Fitz slid down the tree, sitting with his back supported by it as he ran his hands through his hair. Everything he once knew about himself; everything he was once— all remains as a lie.

He was alone now- because that's the way it has to be. He could never go back to the life he once lived: he belonged to the dark places now.
Shaking his head with a quivering breath, Fitz placed his head in his hands and began to weep.

So how was it? I know it's not very well written and I apologize for that but I tried to quicken it up because I wanted to desperately post the next part soon. I really hope you enjoyed this though, as I'm pretty new to this fandom but all the more reason to love it as well. Don't forget to leave a review and comment!

-Someonewhodoesntcare.