AN : I feel so bad starting with an authors note and a new book when I'm working on so many. I've deleted marooned because I feel like it was really bad, I had writers block and no one was reading it. I'm also going to delete my dolphin tale fanfic but It's on wattpad (Same name and all) if you liked it and want to read. I feel like I have to write this because I've been away a lot lately (Without Wifi! The horror!) and this stories been stuck in my mind. It will not be like my other current RTWM fanfic (where I watch and type down basically EVERYTHING that happens, because trust me, that get's old fast) but will mostly just follow the plot. The first part is missed out because my oc (Basically the only thing I own) isn't in the first part. (THis takes off in the run down shack where they first meet the Siphon.).

Disclaimer : I don't own race to witch mountain, the plot, the characters or actors (although I would just LOVE to own Alexander Ludwig). Enjoy.

Libby's pov

I stare at the wooden ceiling that is currently choking up dust and spiders webs. I lean back onto the cold, hard floor and ask myself why I'm still here. Without father. Without pain. Have I actually escaped this time? Am I free? Who knows. I recall other times that I have 'escaped' only to be brought back and punished more. With belts, whips, knives and last time a gun. My hand rests on where the bullet must lie in my thigh. I have not removed it for fear of pain, or too much blood loss. I haven't even removed my jeans, that are now stuck to my legs due to blood, to inspect the wound. It only causes pain. And I have felt too much of that through out my 15 years on earth. I am constantly dizzy and light-headed due to lack of blood, making moving difficult and thinking near impossible. Has it been 3 or 4 weeks since I left Vegas. I constantly black-out so it's hard to tell. I crawl back under the bed, my new-found hiding space from the weird transformer robot that also lives here (I am unsure on wether it's a hallucination so I just hide). I slowly welcome the darkness and the pain ebbs away.

Seth's pov

I shove the wad of sort of stolen money into Jack's hand and we run into the shack. Me and Sara instantly spot that the place has been raided. I motion to Sara and we walk down low.

"Seth, there is another presence in this house!" Sara exclaims worriedly.

"I know, Sara. The Siphon is here, so we must hurry!" I urge.

"No Seth, an earthling. And they are badly injured. We must help or there is risk that they will die!"

"No Sara! We haven't any time. It is only a matter of time before-"

"Please Seth." My younger sister pleads, shooting me puppy-dog eyes that I could never say no to. I sigh defeatedly and follow Sara as she tracks the earthling. She walks into a room and calls out.

"Libby Wolfe? Are you here?" I hear muffled breathing quicken.

"Under the bed." I motion and Sara kneels down.

"Please, don't take me back. I'll do anything." A beautiful but timid voice calls out.

"We do not work for your father, Libby Wolfe. We want to help." Sara explains. "Seth, help me get Libby Wolfe out from under the bed so I can examine her injuries. " I help Sara and we lay a pale, tiny girl, around Sara's age on the floor. She has black matted hair caked in blood, dust and mud, the same with her clothes. Her skin was dirty and she seemed unwell. Despite this though I found her strangely attractive. Then we hear Jack calling.

"Seth, Sara, where are you guys?" He walks in and Sara turns to him.

"Jack Bruno, you must fetch the medical kit from the boot of your car immediately." Jack runs out.

"WE must treat your back first." Sara tells the girl as we help her sit up. Jack returns with the kit.

"Jack Bruno, quickly. We must not delay. Libby Wolfe's injuries are very life threatening." Sara informs Jack.

"Wolfe? Libby Wolfe?!" Jack gasps. "I hardly recognised you."

"You shouldn't have gone to jail for me Mr Bruno." Libby says in a tiny voice.

"Someone had to stand up for you." Jack replies.

"Look where it got my mother!" Libby suddenly shrieks, hysterical.

"We should treat Libby Wolfe's wounds before we continue this discussion." Sara concludes. Sara lifts the back of Libby's top up and I gasp. Her back is red, the skin split and bloody. Sara cleans it while Libby whimpers in pain. I take her hand and squeeze it encouragingly. Sara then bandages it and deals with slightly smaller cuts, etc.

"I know you are scared Libby Wolfe but I must tend to the bullet or else it will cause you more pain." Libby nods and Sara cuts away the jeans. There is a large puncture in her skin where she has presumably been shot. I feel a sudden unknown jolt of anger towards Mr Wolfe.

"I must remove it Libby Wolfe." Sara warns and Libby nods again. I yet again squeeze her hand as Sara begins to dig out the bullet.

Libby's pov

The pain. The pain is excruciating. I clutch Seth's (That's his name, right?) hand until both of ours turn white. I bite down on my hand to keep myself from screaming.

"What's she doing?" I hear Seth question, worry evident in his voice.

"She was punished if she cried, screamed or blacked out. Guess she's used to it." Jack shrugs as I hang my head in shame.

"We will not judge you if you cry Libby Wolfe." Sara assures me as a few tears leak out of my eyes and run down my cheeks. The pain carries on until I eventually black out.

Seth's pov

Libby falls unconscious into my arms. I move some hair from her face and wipe away her tears. Once Sara is done we leave Libby in the taxi before continuing with our mission.

Libby's pov

"Where am I?" I call out timidly as I come to.

"It is OK Libby Wolfe. My brother, Jack Bruno and I am here. We could not leave you in the shack, we hope you do not mind coming with us." Sara asks.

"It's fine." I reply groggily. I notice that we're in a cab. I'm in the middle between Sara and an unconscious Seth. Wait, hold the phone. AN UNCONCIOUS SETH!

"What happened to Seth."

" He was knocked out, as you call it. His system has the ability to-"

"I will be fine. We must keep moving." Seth interrupts, now wide awake.

"I'm glad your feeling good because you're going to need your energy to exclaim what happened back there!" Jack demands, his voice rising.

"The information you are seeking is not within your grasp of understanding." Seth growls and I instantly cover my ears at there voice tones. It reminds me of too many bad moments in my life. I feel an arm around me and I look up to see Seth looking at me sadly. I remove my hands and look into Seth's wide, gorgeous, icy blue eyes.

"I'm sorry Libby. I was not thinking about how my tone would effect you. You have my full regrets." He apologises. I smile at him.

"It's alright. I'm fine. I guess I'm just a bit jumpy." I agree. Seth visibly relaxes, please that I except his apology.

"Jack Bruno!" Sara cries. What's wrong?t