CHAPTER ONE

Meagan walked into her living room and everyone she knew jumped out from behind pieces of furniture, throwing confetti into the air. "Happy Birthday!"

Great, she thought, socialising.

She slowly through to everyone and received various presents and thanked them as they wished her a happy birthday. She smiled as she looked around the room and found one of her best friends, Sophia, leaning against the wall, casually watching the party. Meagan pushed through the crowd and hugged Sophia.

"Hey! Happy Birthday Meagan!"

"Thanks, although it's all a bit much for me really." Meagan confessed

"Here, I got you a present!" Sophia said, holding out a small black box, the sort that holds jewellery. Meagan took it and slowly opened it, Sophia watching with eager eyes. Inside the box was a necklace with a silver chain and a small, flat silver circle with intricate designs. At a closer look, Meagan could see that there were circled of various sizes engraved into the metal, making a beautiful pattern.

"Wow." Meagan said with a huff.

"Do you like it?" Sophia asked, with a worried look on her face.

"Yes, of course I do. It's… its beautiful!"

"Well, I'm glad you like it. The guy who sold it to me said it's supposed to make your dreams come true." Sophia said the last part with a mocking tone, waving her hands in the air. The two girls started laughing.

After everyone had left the party, Meagan got ready for bed. She set the necklace down on her desk and climbed into her bed. The sheets quickly made her warm as drifted off into sleep.

"MEAGAN?" her dad called from downstairs, waking her up from a dream about karate chopping her brother in the neck.

"YEAH?" she answered groggily

"CAN YOU GET SOME STUFF FROM LIDL?"

"WHAT D'YA WANT?"

"MILK AND EGGS!"

"ALRIGHT!" Meagan got dressed in simple jeans and a soft cotton jumper. She paused next to her desk and looked at the necklace. Might as well, she thought, as she pulled the necklace over her head.

She strolled through the isles in Lidl, taking her time with the shopping. Picking up a 6 litre of semi-skimmed she overheard two men arguing behind her. Judging by the deep accents, they were American.

"Just pick one," the first one said, "we gotta hit the road soon."

"Can't I just get both?" the second one said

"Look, Dean, just pick one so we can go."

"But I can't pick just one pie!"

"Dean! Just a pick a pie!" the first one was beginning to raise his voice.

"Fine. Cas, whatcha think?"

"I think you should pick the one you want the most." A third, gruff, voice said.

"That's real helpful, Cas, thanks." The second voice shot back with sarcasm.

"Dean just," the first voice paused for moment, letting out a huff, he continued "pick an apple pie, or a cherry pie. It doesn't matter which one, just pick."

"But I can't!"

OK, even Meagan was getting frustrated by the American's lack of choice. She twirled around to face the group of men. Three men stood in front of the pie section. One was really tall, well over 6ft and was wearing a beige jacket with jeans. He had long brown hair. Majestic was the word Meagan decided on. The second one, the pie-man, Meagan guessed, was slightly shorter but still quite tall. He was wearing jeans too, but donned a brown leather jacket, and had shorter brown hair. The third man was the shortest of the three, standing to the left of the pie-man. He had short black hair and wore a tan trench coat.

"Pick the apple pie, its much nicer, and easier on the stomach too." Meagan suggested. The three men immediately turned around to look at her. She found that the pie-man had rather girl-like green eyes, like a Disney princess, she thought. He turned and picked up the apple pie.

"Thanks." The taller one said. Meagan strained her neck to look up at him. He had hazel eyes and a kind looking face.

"Dean." The dark haired guy with the trench coat whispered to the pie-man, although Meagan still heard him. "That's it. That's the necklace." The pie-man looked at him before turning to look at Meagan's necklace. Meagan looked down as well and saw nothing strange. Perhaps he's been looking for the necklace and she got the last one. Wait, what does a guy want with a necklace?

"Hey, lady? Where d'ya get that necklace from?" the taller one asked, pointing towards said necklace.

"Oh, um, just a friend." She said with a smile, although a little nervous.

"Yeah, well we need it." Pie-man stated frankly, with a side smile.

"Dean!" the taller one scolded him. "You can't just sa-"

"She has the Pandorica necklace and we need it!"

"What? Look, I'm sorry I have this necklace but all I did was recommend some pie and I just want some milk and eggs."

"Why don't you just come with us?" pie-man said, taking a step towards Meagan. She started to feel scared and begun to panic, but she didn't let it show.

"Now why would I want to do that?" she replied, hands on hips.

"'Cause of this", the pie-man reached into his jacket and pulled out a knife. The blade had small symbols etched into the metal, and it had a simple wooden handle. Meagan returned her gaze to the group of men, who all seemed to have moved closer, ganging up on her with no way out. The pie-man took one of her arms and held on to her with an iron grip. He turned her so that her back was to him, and she felt the blade of the knife press gently at the small of her back. She had heard about these kinds of kidnappings before, but she never thought that it would happen to her. But then, everyone would think that, wouldn't they? The pie-man nudged her forward with the blade, and she winced slightly. To her misfortune, they managed to make it out of the supermarket without anyone noticing a freaking blade poking Meagan in the back. She was half dragged to a quieter end of the car park, where a black car was parked in a corner. Meagan recognised it as a '67 Chevy Impala. The pie-man pushed her against it, taking the knife away from her back.

"Turn around." The taller man said. Meagan did as she was told and turned to face the three men. She kept her face a mask of resistance, showing no fear. "Now, what do you want with the Pandorica necklace?"

"Look, I don't know what you're on about, but-"

"You know what we're on about! Now, we can do this the easy way, where you give us an answer or the hard way, where I'll have to do some… things to you." The pie-man said.

"Please, I really don't know what you mean. I don't know what you mean!"

"Dean, maybe she's telling the truth." The taller one said, placing a hand on the pie-man's arm, stopping him from raising the knife. The pie-man looked at the tall man, and then to the guy in a trench coat, who had been silent throughout the whole fiasco.

"Cas, what do you say?" the pie-man asked, raising his eyebrows and pouting a little.

"I haven't said anything." The trench coat said simply, tilting his head with small confusion. The pie-man made a face as if this happen all the time.

"I mean is she telling the truth?"

The guy in the trench coat made a move towards Meagan and she flinched leaning as far back as the Impala behind her would let her. He placed two fingers to her temple and closed his eyes in concentration. Meagan flinched again at the touch, but she soon squinted one eye open. Nothing was happening. His fingers were still at her temple and his eyes were still shut, the two others were watching patiently. Meagan started to relax, just a little bit, but then tensed again when the trench coat guy spoke again.

"She is telling the truth." He said simply.

"Are you sure?" the tall one asked.

"Yes." The trench coat guy took a step away, Meagan let out a breath of relief.

"See? I wasn't lying." Meagan said, stretching out her arms for emphasis.

"We're still gonna need you to come with us." The pie-man said.

"Why? I told you I don't know anything!" It seemed to Meagan that the message wasn't going into their thick American skulls.

"Cas." The pie man turned to the guy in the trench coat. The tone in which he had said what Meagan guessed to be his name inclined that it was his cue to do something. The trench coat guy, or 'Cas', took another step towards her again, and she leaned back against the Impala again. He placed two fingers at her forehead and she felt a surge of power run through her bones. Suddenly she was asleep and falling towards the ground before two strong pairs of arms were wrapped around her and she was carefully put into the back of the Impala.

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