I didn't know how long I have been here.

Two days, three? Maybe more?

Heck. I'm not sure anymore.

They've raided our loop, killed most of my friends –my friends I call my family – and most of all. . . took our ymbryne –Ms. Swift.

If only I have been there. If only I haven't left the loop every for that damned minute. I would've saved them all –I would've electrocuted all those wights.

They've taken the rest of my friends, those who haven't been killed. Including me. Found hiding in our secret door. They've taken us to a different loop, a loop full of despair. Locked in a cell where no one can see us.

Day by day, each of us are taken. None of them have returned. Cami, a little girl who can summon storms with her cries. She was only seven and now she has never returned. Mikael, who can make his drawings come to life; Caleb, who can make the ground shake whenever he wants and sweet Phoebe, who can lift boulders and debris with her superhuman strength.

All of them haven't return since. Only me and Simon are the only ones left.

Simon, a very quiet yet charming lad. He keeps his thoughts to himself and is always the most isolated in all of Ms. Swift's peculiar children. He had a messy dirty blond hair and an observing blue eyes. That I sometimes caught whenever when we were still in the loop. He is also the tallest of us. For all I know, he had been in our loop before I came. His peculiarity is telepathy, the talent of reading and talking into other people's mind.

Though, he's not the type you can talk to in this moment.

It felt like years sitting in the darkness, then at last he spoke up.

"D'ya think they'll come back? Ya'know . . the others?" his Irish accent bold and his voice raspy and low from its years of lack of use.

I was surprised at first, it was the first time I have heard him talk. I stared at the dark void. I found myself not wanting to answer but my mind screamed the words.

I'm not sure.

Simon heaved a deep sigh. "What will happen to us."

I don't know.

I heard him shuffle from his sitting spot, then I found myself near a warmth. He had sat next to me. I heard his breathing, every breath he took and let go. We sat in silence for a while. It took several minutes for him to talk again.

"Ya'know, I've been meaning to tell you…" he started.

The doors swung open. A fair-headed wight stepped in and grinned at us menacingly. He wore a standard German soldier uniform, armed with guns. He signaled other wights to Simon.

They tackled him to the ground and tied his hands. Simon winced in the pain. His voice shouted in my head.

Don't let them get to you.

I stared. With tears filling in my eyes all I did was stare.

Don't let them get to you.

They smashed his head hard in the concrete. He started to bleed, but he fought.

Don't let them get to you.

The fair-headed wight came to me and sneered. He picked me up by my collar, I stared wide-eyed, tears still streaming. He raised me and threw me to a wall.

He pinned me into the ground, his face close to mine. "You are lucky your abilities are special." He sneered with his accent-less voice. "I've been meaning to get to you.".

Michelle. Don't let them get to you.

They started to haul Simon out of the cell. He was bleeding in the head and barely conscious, his eyes locked into mine.

His voiced echoed in my head, he called me by my name again. I called back to him.

I love you. He said as he smiled.

That's what I have been meaning to tell you all this years.

No. Don't take him. We're the only ones left. But they did, and I have no choice. I was pinned, trapped.

"Simon!" I cried.

Electricity shot into my hands and burned my black gloves. I cupped it in the fair-headed wight's face. He cried in pain, his skin hissing as it burned.

I didn't let go.

I willed it to continue. The wight's face now burned with electricity arching in every bit of his head, his eyes rolled back and his body has slumped.

I had killed it.

I jolted up, tears continued to stream in my eyes.

I ran after them. Electricity kept shooting from my hand, hitting the metal wall of the cells. A wight spotted me and shouted. Several of them now crowded in front of me guns ready to shoot.

My electricity shot off and went directly into them. Many were hit and was instantly dead. They aimed to fire at me.

"Don't kill the girl, she's a very fine specimen." A voice came out of now where. "Rare abilities like hers should be kept safely in a bottle."

I shoot more and more. Then a shot was fired. My eyes became unfocused. My breathing began to shorten. My limbs began to lose it's feeling.

Then everything went black.