Disclaimer: All characters of Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. I am just the writer of this little beauty – Captured.
WARNING:
This story contains descriptive images, violence, language & more. Rated M. Please be advised.
Chapter 1 - Prologue: Where it all began...
Tuesday, 21st October
07:40 PM
The sky is dark blue with swirls of lilac; glittered with stars. Soft music plays in the Newton household as Mrs. Newton brushes her hair in front of her dressing table, wondering if this was truly her life.
She sighs lethargically and routinely braids her hair, her eyes blank as she stares into the mirror whilst she does her task.
Her husband is passed out cold on his bed – their bed, she reminds herself. She wonders why she married him. Perhaps it was his boyishly handsome looks, his blonde hair or the idea that someday he could give her the world... and he had. Then, she yearned for materialistic things, and Michael seemed to be her best bet. Now, she craved comfort and sincerity. She craved closeness. To love and be loved.
Oh, poor Jessica, her friends would snarkly say, as if her problems were miniscule compared to theirs.
The rest of the people slept, and so she decided to do so as well, meanwhile the outside world had other problems brewing.
08:59
The air is perfumed in black smoke creating an eery atmosphere around the usually quiet block. The clock strikes nine, an odd time for such an astounding scene considering the town hardly had any drama. Alas, the smoke signals alarm loudly and awaken the neighbours, who all worriedly jump out of their beds to peruse the cosmic array of red-orange blur opposite their homes in discernment.
The first observers, the Newton family, all stare incredulously at the burning house with puzzled expressions as they process the sight before them.
Mr. Newton reaches for his cellphone and dials 911 immediately; reporting a fire and possible danger at the Mason household. Minutes later SUVs and fire trucks pull up alongside paramedics.
Mr. Masen is the first body to be discovered, his arms bruised and dangly; scraped in dust and burnt with wounds as they rush him out of the house. It's too late though. He's already gone.
The sweet scent of rain settles in the air and tiny droplets begin to shower down onto them; calming them.
"There's a girl!" someone reports over the intercom, just as everyone loses faith, his voice fuzzy and overwhelming.
"Copy that. Is she alive? Over."
"Yes, I think so. Send them in. She's stuck. Over."
"On it. Over and out." The man turns to his right to address his fellow firemen, indicating they should move forward.
"Quick, get the girl and search for any other sign of life. Make sure you carry her out carefully," he snaps, and they all nod their heads in understanding before hurrying into the burning household. Others watch, whilst others attempt to rid of the rapid fire.
There's an unsettling silence. Everyone holds their breath as they latch on their family members and wait in suspense and hope.
"Sir," a voice rings out and everyone stills, unmoving... not blinking. "We found her. She's alive. Over."
The man sighs in relief before straightening his posture with confidence and the crowd visibly relaxes. "Good. Description?"
"Possibly fourteen to fifteen years old, sir. Blond hair, blue eyes. Over."
"Rosalie!" an anguished voice cries as the firemen hurry out of the house, carefully carrying a tiny blonde girl in their arms. Hushed murmurs and whispers emit amongst the crowd as some begin to wonder what really happened on this terrible night.
"Is she burnt?!" the woman demands, her eyes fearful and crazed as she grabs at the girl's body frantically. "Please. God Please."
"Ma'am, step back," the officer instructs as they place the girl onto a stretcher and attach an oxygen mask to her pale face. "She'll be okay. We're taking her to the hospital. Can you show me identification and proof of relation to this girl?"
"Uhm... I'm Esme... their aunt," the lady manages in between hiccups. "Here–" she shakily reaches into her purse for something before handing it to the officer who peruses it in quiet observation before nodding his head and directing her to the paramedics. She hops into the indicated van and gasps at her little niece, unscathed aside from the purpley bruises which line her forearms and cheekbones – she wasn't surprised though, deep down she knew that those bruises weren't inflicted in the event of the fire.
Her one hand finds Rosalie's slightly cold one while the other rests on her heart as she begins to quietly pray.
Esme frowns at the slight movement of the girl and sniffing she turns Rosalie's hand over. Her knuckles are bruised, the skin pink with cuts. Black febrise underline her partially long nails, her pink nail polish fading. She smooths Rosalie's dirty blond hair to the side which mats her forehead and begs, wills, her to open her eyes.
"Rose," Esme exhales pleadingly, tears and dirt soaking her waitress t-shirt but she doesn't care. "Please."
At the Masen's household, another body is discovered – Elizabeth Masen – Mr. Masen's wife. Her eyes are wide, her face pale and disarming as they zip the bag and her face slowly disappears.
Handcuffed, a young boy is dragged out, shirt torn and dirty, his face bruised and dull as they shove him into the back of a police car.
"You're coming with us, son," the officer snaps, voice cold and foreboding as he slams the backdoor and hops into the front.
The car slowly disappears down the street, and the boy watches... as his house fades in the distance until all he can see is a red-orange blur, smoke and red-blue lights painted into his memory.
Although, it may seem that the sight of losing everyone he loves may be disorientating to the observers – it would be the callous green eyes, devoid of any sadness or pain, that left an unsettling feeling in the pit of Mr. Newton's stomach.
Indeed, the possibly eighteen year old bronze-haired boy, sporting bruises up to his face, skin black with dirt and blood, is the image that would haunt Mr. Newton for the rest of his life.
The unsettling image of Edward Masen Cullen as his face disappeared into the darkness.
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