My heart leaped. The sound of guns were being loaded.

"Get down!" Christian yelled urgently. He pushed me under their couch. He stood up and ran. The attack was short lived. Apparently, Christan pushed them out the door.

"Can I come out?" I asked.

"Yeah." he sighed. I crawled out. I saw him banging on his front door.

"What happened?"

"They took Tina. Now Carver will pay." he kicked the door one last time. This time there was a huge dent.

"Christan, they took her as bait. If we go, we'll all get killed."

"Do you have a sister?" He looked at me hard.

"I did--" He cut me off.

"Then you know what it's like to lose one. I don't want Carver to lay finger on her.

So help me I will throw him into the friggin' moon!"

"Christan, we'll get her back. Don't worry." I told him softly.

"No one has ever survived the drug, either I lose my sister or we go now and save her."

"Now?"

"Yeah, we have not one minute to lose." he threw me a coat. I stepped outside and waited for Christan.

A minute later, he walked out with guns in his hands.

"Uh, Christan, what are those?"

"Guns. We used them only in emergencies only, this defiantly counts."

He tossed me one of them.

"I'm only fourteen. I can't carry a weapon without people thinking I'm going to rob a bank."

"Hide it then." I stuck it in my belt.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Yes and no. Yes, to save Tina. No, because we all might die. We have one advantage, and that's you. Your ability can leave them on the floor."

"Yeah, I know that. But you can't be with me when I do."

"Risks are worth it."

"Losing you isn't! I can't focus on one target like everyone else can. I can't control who it hits. Whose ever within like ten feet of me when I scream will be affected."

He didn't say much else.

"Let's go."

We walked down the street without a word. Then we came up to a hospital. The cover for the Headquarters of DIVISION. We walked in and went into a lobby. You could say that it was a hospital. It had normal people in it taking care of them. But the surgery room often holds us. The one who have powers.

Then there is the lower level. The gateway to Hell.

"Ready?" Christan asked me.

"Not really." I replied shakily. He laughed softly. We went into the lobby. The receptionist took one look at us and turned away. She must have saw Christan's cold stare.

"Can I help you?"

"We're here to see Dr. Carver." Dr. Carver is the code to get into the lower level.

"May I have your name?" She asked. Christan's gun clicked.

"Get us into Dr. Carver's office now!" No one else was in the lobby so we were clear to click the gun all we want.

She picked up the phone quickly, fearing for her own life. "Hello? Is Dr. Carver in? Oh okay, but there are two teenagers here that wish to see you." She put down the phone. "He is with a patient."

"God! Get us in there NOW!" His fists slammed down onto the desk. I swear that when he did that, there was like a rainbow effect around his hands. I saw an elevator off to the side. I elbowed him and pointed with my head to the elevator.

He put in some ear plugs and backed up.

"Do it Kari!" he ordered. I took a deep breath and screamed. The receptionist put her hands on her head and yelled but no one heard it over my scream. Mirrors broke and glass flew everywhere. One flew at my face and cut my forehead. That was what made me stop. Also, when I scream for a long time it takes alot of my energy and it just flushes out of me.

I went down onto my knees. Christan ran up behind me and helped me up.

"Nice job." He told me. I smiled weakly. I regained most of my energy to stand up and run. The elevator ride was kinda awkward, I nearly killed a person and that stupid elevator music was going off. I had the gun drawn and loaded. The elevator dinged and the most chilling voice greeted us.

"Welcome back."