Okay, so I rewrote the first Chapter of Torn Apart. I wasn't completely happen with what I first wrote. So I hope you like it Disclaimer: I don't own Bloodlines.

Chapter One

Sydney Sage

When I wake up I'm still in the concrete prison. I push myself up with shaky arms into a sitting position. How long have I been out this time? Hours? Days? Weeks? From my stiff back and numb limbs I would say a very long time.

The room is still in the same condition as it was when I passed out: cold, dark, and damp. My hair is wet from where my head was resting in a small puddle while I was out. I crawl around until I find a somewhat dry place to sit.

Once I'm situated I go through a list in my mind that has happened. Zoe found the love phone and turned it into my father who in return put together an ambush for my capture. Eddie was with me and we tried to escape but it failed. Eddie got away but I was captured, tossed into a van, and taken to re-education. Once here a monotone voice of a woman has spoken to me only once and told me I was straying from the path. Also, they somehow drugged me again once I was in here. I think it was the water. Oh, I almost forgot they also dangled the cross Adrian gave me in front of me saying I shouldn't wear such a holy object.

At the thought of Adrian my chest tightens. I pull my knees to my chest. I close my eyes and bring Adrian to my mind. His crooked smile, the green of his eyes, and his gorgeously tossed brown hair. Thinking of him only makes the knot in my chest worse but I have to remember what he looks like. I can never forget him.

Pull yourself together, I tell myself. You're talking like a quitter. The fight is not over just yet. You have to keep fighting. You will get out of here, find the others, and live happily ever after with Adrian.

I slowly get to my feet. My legs shake terribly under the weight of my body but with the help of the wall I manage to stay on my feet. This gives my legs the chance to get used to my weight again. I straighten out my legs, shaking them, and bending them. When the pins and needles pass I can again walk normally.

I pace the room, thinking of ways I could possible get out of this room at least. I could always injury myself but would they really come to my rescue? I could agree to cooperate but when they realize I would be lying I'd be right back in here. I continue pacing the room coming up with any idea at all. They were all thrown out after I found a flaw in its plan.

Think Sage, think. How are you going to get out of here? I knew the answer before I finished the question: I'm not.

I punch the wall next to me. Why wasn't I more careful? I should have covered my tracks better. I shouldn't have allowed the love phones to get me caught.

My hand throbs and I cradle my hand against my chest. I slide down the wall back onto the floor. It's useless. I'm stuck in this little room forever. I'm going to die here, but at least I'm going to die the way I want to: as myself. Not a brainwashed alchemist. I rest my head against the wall and close my eyes.

What feels like only seconds later, light floods the room and my eyes fly open. Two men in business suits stand a few feet from me. The one of the left is young with a bad haircut and peach fuzz on his upper lip. The other on the right is an older gentleman with a salt and pepper beard. Neither looked friendly at all.

"Stand up," the younger man on the left demands. "I'm not going to carry you,"

I was more than aware that the younger man was staring at me as I slowly got to my feet. It made me feel disgusting and exposed. I cover my chest with my arms.

The man with a salt and pepper beard throws a wad of fabric at me, hitting me in the face. "Now, put this on. We don't need you walking around the halls naked." I smooth out the fabric to find a plain night gown. I slip on the item of clothing given to me feeling relieved that the younger man had nothing else to look at. "Good girl. Now put your hands behind your back,"

I do as I'm told, slowly placing my hands behind me. Handcuffs are locked in place around my wrists. Then both men take hold of my biceps and lead me from my concrete prison. To where I'm not sure.

So I hope y'all liked it For chapter two I'm debating on doing either an Adrian or Sydney chapter. I can't decide which one Thank you for reading and feel free to leave a review