A/N:

Hello lovelies! So this is my first story! Well, not first but first one getting posted! I'll try to post every Thursday is I can! I'm posting today just to get things started. So, um, read and review and don't spare the criticism. Let me know what you think and please enjoy.

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Chapter One: The Discovery

Jesse POV

My head throbbed, a dull ache on the back of my skull. My eyes fluttered open. I squinted- but everything was too bright and hazy. When my sight cleared, I became aware that I was laying on... a couch? Where was I? I glanced down at my body and saw that I was wearing a plain white t-shirt with gray sweatpants. What the hell? Why was I here? Shouldn't I be- wait.

Who am I?
Oh god. I scrambled up and nearly fell over. I positioned myself on my hands and knees, trying to control my shallow breaths. What. The. Fu- I hear a creak and whip my head up. I slowly stand, eyes narrowed, as a strange boy standing a few feet away freezes. His dark brown hair matched his set of dark brown eyes, and he appeared to be in the same uniform as me. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked me over.

"Who the hell are you?" The words slid off his tongue like venom. I clenched my fists.

"I should be asking you the same thing." I spat, surprised by my sudden defensiveness. I felt panic rise in my chest but forced myself to ignore it. I flinched when he reached out and had the immediate reflex to grab his wrist and twist it so he fell to the ground. Then I realized what I had done and instantly released his wrist, looking at my hands in shock.

"Ow." He mumbled, standing back up and rubbing his wrists, his eyes training on my every move. Holy crap. I had just taken down a boy. Well, man. I wasn't really... sure. I had more violent urges but I was hesitant to do them. Maybe this... man-boy knew where I was. Who I was, even.

"Where am I?" I kept my ground as he backed away and shook his head, eyes still narrowed.

"Hell if I know." I roll my eyes at him. This guy was such an... asshole. I launched myself at him, tackling him to the ground. I dug my knee into his back and held his hands behind his back as I pinned him down. Wow. I was kind of awesome. "Will you get the hell off me! You're damn crazy! I don't even know you." He spat, squirming to get free. I lowered my lips to his ear.

"Tell me where I am and I will let you go. Spare the bullshit." I dug my knee further in his back and he groaned. I was a friggin' ninja.

"I don't know! Get the fuck off of me!" He sighed, obviously irritated and clueless. I rolled off him and shot to my feet. He was obviously an idiot.

"Try anything and I won't hesitate taking you down." I took a defensive stance as he slowly got to his feet. He raised his hands in a silent surrender.

"Okay. So I don't know who you are or who I am. I don't know where we are and why we're here. I don't remember anything, okay? That's complete honesty." He lowered his hands and collapsed onto the couch. So… either he was just like me, or lying. He glared at me and crossed his arms. I rolled my eyes. Whatever.

"How long were you awake before I was?" I raised an eyebrow at him. He squinted at me.

"I don't know. A couple minutes before, I guess. I was looking around and you woke up and assaulted me." He huffed. I surveyed his expression, searching for any sign of a lie. I rolled my eyes again and decided to investigate. I looked around the room, still keeping the boy-man in my peripheral vision. I peered at the room and noticed that it looked like... a living room? There was the white couch I woke up on in the middle of the room, a wooden coffee table in front of it. The walls were all white, as long as the rug under the coffee table. The floor was wooden and… white. There was also a painting of a white rose hanging on the naked wall. Wow, white lovers I guess. There was a small window that let in some light so I assumed it was midday. It was a fairly small room. I glared back at the man-boy, searching him for any sign of recognition. I nearly jumped out of my skin when a small box grew out of the middle of the coffee table.

"What the hell is that?" The man-boy jumped up as I stood frozen next to the table. He carefully opened the box and took out a piece of paper. The box suddenly vanished back into the table and a door appeared near the corner of the room. We exchanged fearful looks before turning our attention to the paper. His eyes flickered over the paper, his skin becoming ghostly pale. "Woah. You better look at this." He gaped at the paper. I snatched it out of his hands before skimming it. There were a couple lines that were pretty self explanatory. I was a female named Jesse, and he was a male named Sam... Oh yeah, and apparently we're supposed to, and I quote, "You and your mate will bond and grow a connection. You will create a healthy lifestyle. The more you cooperate, the more privileges you will receive." I looked up at the sick looking Sam.

"Is this a joke?" I crumpled up the paper and threw it at the wall. He shrugged and looked at the door. "SCREW YOU." I screamed, not really directing it towards anyone.

"They want us to... Okay, I don't even know you so there's no way I'm committing to you or doing... anything with you." He looked disgusted.

"Right back at ya." A bad taste filled my mouth. "Well, I'm getting out of here. You can come or stay here. Your choice." I sauntered over to the door and tugged. Locked.

You may enter the next room when you agree to the terms.

A robot voice chirped, causing me and Sam glanced at each other before both vigorously shaking our heads.

"Nope. Not happening." I marched over to the window. I pushed it but it wouldn't budge. I searched for a lock or a latch. Nothing. Before I could change my mind and question myself, I slammed my fist through the window.

"Are you nuts!" Sam shouted at me. My ears were ringing from the impact, my fist bleeding. I clutched it to my chest and nearly fainted when the glass slowly started building itself back together to form the window again. How was that possible? It wasn't. It couldn't be. We were trapped. I glanced down at my now throbbing knuckles. I prodded it and hissed when I touched the deep part. It stung like a mother fu-

Medical supplies are in the next room. If you would like to survive from the building infection, I suggest you agree.

Building infection? Like a small cut could kill me.

"Shit Jesse. Can you please stop hurting things?" He snorted before approaching me. I flinched back when he tried to touch me. He rolled his eyes in irritation. "Seriously? Just let me see it. I promise I won't rip your head off." I held my hand closer to my chest, covering it with my other hand. He rolled his eyes. Jackass. I lowered my hands to my sides and formed fists, fuming. I winced when my knuckles bent. His expression softened when he saw my stubbornness flare. "Jess you need that thing cleaned up. That's bad." I hid my fist behind my back.

"It's fine." I lied, feeling the blood drip down my hand and onto the floor.

"We accept the terms." Sam yelled, looking around the room and throwing his hands up in surrender. My eyes widened in shock. He did not just say that.

Thank you for cooperating. Enjoy your time, and remember the circumstances.

"No! I don't accept!" I whipped my head around to see the door open. "You moron do you realize what you've done? We don't know anything and you just did God knows what!" I advanced on him. This... idiot just screwed us- me- over. His eyes widened as he lowered his voice.

"Jess, you need to calm down. We're just going to get that cleaned up and investigate a little. The minute we find a way to escape, we're gone. Okay?" I could not believe how stupid this moron was being. I just gaped at him. When I realized he was waiting for my acceptance I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

"Whatever. But the minute we find to escape I am leaving. There is no hesitation there just so we're clear." I hissed causing Sam to raise his eyebrow. He continued to just stand there and stare at me.

"You know, you're really douchey for a girl." He snorted, folding his arms over his chest.

"Like you remember anyone else. Shut your mouth, Sammy." His eyes narrowed at the pet name as I sauntered around him and to the door. I really didn't want to go through it first but I wasn't going to wimp out in front of this loser. I tried to stop my hands from trembling as I gripped the knob. I wasn't usually a sissy, but when you wake up with no recollection of anything, a stranger, and a commando robot, you tend to freak out a bit. I heard Sam approaching and protesting against my actions but before he could finish I ripped the door open and gasped.

It was-

Beautiful.

It was a kitchen that had every appliance you could imagine would be needed. The countertops were a black and gray granite and gleaming, the drawers and cupboards black with small silver handles, the appliances a shining silver. It was ridiculous and… really freaky. I heard Sam's soft intake of breath next to me and a small shocked laugh blew through my lips.

"Wow- just wow." Sam whispered. I snorted.

"Yeah, no kidding. Apparently this is more serious than I thought." I cautiously put my bare foot on the cool tile, looking around for any sign of, well, anything. I slowly padded through the kitchen and towards the next doorway, barely noticing or acknowledging my throbbing hand. This doorway was wide open with no door. I peeked my head through the entrance and gasped as a slam echoed throughout the empty house. I jumped backwards and put a hand on my racing heart as Sam stared at the door we had come through previously.

The Beginning Room is no longer needed. Please, explore, and enjoy your time.

My hand slowly slipped from my heart as I met Sam's wide-eyed stare. I shrugged and turned back towards the empty doorway. This room was far more my style… well, I think.

"You know, we should take care of your hand-" I hushed him and kept exploring.

This room was what appeared to be the living room. With white walls, white carpet, two yellow loveseats, and blue and white pillows- it appeared to be really comfy. There was a blue and white table, a white chair, two white lamps, a painting with yellow, blue, and white designs, and blue and white curtains enclosing a window. A window. My heart leapt in excitement. I sprinted over to the window, ignoring Sam's commentary in the background. I carefully removed the white vase with daffodils from the window and onto the table, peering out the window. That's when I noticed everything was still. Suddenly the scenery changed and it was snowy. I flinched back and head Sam laugh. I whipped around and glared at him. A goofy grin was splayed across his face, a remote loosely clutched in his hand.

"The windows are fake. This remote controls what we see." He clicked it again and I glanced back to see it was suddenly sunny and lively.

What. The. Hell.