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A/N: Because I took so long to update last time, here's the next chapter :) Sorry for any mistakes that you may or may not find and thank you all super much for all off your reviews :D Enjoy.

Previously:

After what seemed to be an hour and a half of freaking out and self questioning, the truck came to a stop and Skye heard movement.

She interpreted the noise as steps and her suspicions were proved right as the sound came closer and stopped behind her.

Then the truck was open and the blindfold taken off and for a minute she was blinded by the sudden light, but then she saw him.

Chapter 3

She couldn't believe who she saw before her eyes. It really was him,after all these years, Elias Benesch. She almost didn't recognize him, but after a minute of staring at him completely dumbfounded, she had to face it. The similarities were there, his face was a little aged but other than that he was the same. She only hoped that that didn't apply to his personality.

He was one of her foster parents along with his wife Clarissa, they were the worst she ever had. It all went down when she was 11 years old, her own personal hell.

He was drunk all the time, not very different from all the foster parents she had and the couple only adopted her for the money they got from the government for sheltering her, if you could call that sheltering. That was a time she opted to forget.

The yelling and the beating... Not only for her, he often got mad at his wife. He constantly drank, his eyes were bloodshot and evil, sometimes she swore she could see complete blankness of feelings and only darkness emanated from them. They were electric blue, the colour of death.

Once he went almost completely savage, he came a her with a kitchen sharp knife he grabbed from Clarissa's hands when she was trying to defend herself against his wrath but she ran to the forest, where she spent the night. Her last night with the Benesch Family, and the last time she saw them ever.

She went to the tree house on top the hill were she used to meet her best friend Dannie, short for Daniela, she had portuguese origins. Skye still kept a mental image of her because, unfortunately, she had no photos. Dannie had long black air with natural red highlights that hand loose most of the time but was sometimes braided, dark chocolate eyes and white teeth. Her personality was the exact opposite of Skye, she was as quiet as she could and only let her guard down with Skye.

Flashback:

She was terrified. Feeling small standing against the tall scary evil man that burst into her room with a big knife, Skye was temporarily paralyzed with fear and grabbed the thin covers from her cheap uncomfortable bed.

She contemplated the drunken man that swung by the door jamb pointing the knife shakily at her small shrunken terrified form on the bed that clung for dear life to the unwashed bed sheets. She looked at her small hands and jumped out of bed running to the window overturning the small bedside lamp as she climbed on top of the bedside table and tremblingly opened the window and jumped outside to the darkness of the cold night.

He had made his way to the window trying to move fast and was able to catch her left foot with is hands before she could be out of the bedroom completely. She screamed and cried kicking with her feet for him to let her go. The knife was plunged into her foot and she kicked him in the nose as a piercing cry of pain perforated the otherwise silent night. He released his grip on her due to the sudden kick. Surprised, he brought his hand to his nose and it came back stained with blood this caused him to growl into the night as Skye ran away barefoot.

As soon as she reached the ground outside she got up and ran through the night, never stopping and never looking back. As she was in the edge of the treeline she heard a growl coming from the house behind her that she'd just abandoned.

She ran over the rubble that clung to her already hurt feet and painfully pierced her skin. She kept running despite the pain and the occasional branches that lied on the ground, she was driven by fear. Skye panted and could barely stand when she reached her goal. She grabbed the trees she so joyously climbed up days before with the promise of fun. When the little girl was on the top, she entered the tree house backed up against a wall crawling and sat there hugging her knees and crying. She stayed quiet all night, hearing wolves howling and groaning and fighting about the carcass of a dead animal. She just stayed quiet and motionless. That's how they found her the day after.

A lumberjack found her, he followed the blood trail she left the night before due to her injured foot and was surprised to find the terrified little girl in the corner of the tree house hugging her knees swinging back and forth. she was painting and her eyes were wide though she showed no signs of acknowledging him even when he tried to talk to her. Her eyes seemed glazed and were centered in a point somewhere in her sight, only visible to her. The adrenaline she felt the night before was long gone and she was feeling week and soiled.

Skye tried to fight him off as he carried her down and took her to the hospital. There they did all sorts of tests and concluded that she was traumatized, and suffered negligence and maltreatment. She stayed in the hospital for a few days and was later sent off to St Agnes were she was assigned to countless psychiatrists.

She tried to forget her past over the years, even deleted it from the files of agencies like SHIELD so she wouldn't have to face it. But she still needed answers to questions she never stopped asking. She was still carrying on the never ending quest to find her parents. Skye needed the truth, needed to be free. She hated moments when she was helpless and worthless.

She stared at her nightmare and refused to cave in and submit herself so she kept her chin up and prise in her eyes.

"I thought you were dead" she said with a challenging glow in her eyes.

"You tought wrong. I faked my death, not that hard. But Clarissa died, yeah, I had enough of her, she was really annoying. I burned down the whole house and left her in there, but you got away, not a mistake that I'll repeat." He said with a smirk with an evil glint in his eyes.

"Just wait until my team gets here and then you'll wish you were dead for real" She replied

He slapped her and threw her in his shoulder. He carried her inside the warehouse and placed her in a chair.

" Now you'll stay here until the bad men arrive and you will not make a sound, get it?" He told her while tying her to the chair.

" Actually... No" she said sarcastically

" I see you haven't lost your sense of humor, it's a shame that it won't save you now." He snapped back

He then smiling picked up the gag and covered her mouth with it. She watched him walk away and close the door. As soon as he was out of her sight she tried to get the gag and the ties off. She was able to loosen the grip of the gag but did the exact opposite on the rope tying her hands and feet.

She stayed like that for about an hour when three men entered the building and walked towards her. They picked her up despite her muffled protests and carried her out. They tossed her in a trunk and left her in the dark. Again.

AoS-AoS-AoS-AoS-AoS

FitzSimmons sat in the couches of the hotel were the team had checked in trying to figure out what had happened to Skye while Ward sat the bar sipping bits of his drink trying to forget about his rookie.

When they reached the nearest city May went to a payphone and called Coulson. Coulson told them to go to a clearing in the middle of the forest where they headed to after the call. Whitin minutes the S.H.I.E.L.D plane emerged from the sky. Coulson brought more agents to search for Skye and that's what they did for the rest of the day.

The only thing found was discovered by Ward and was a tiny cross with an engraving on the side saying Skye1990. He kept it and was now holding it in his hand looking at it.

Nick Fury was certain that she had run away in her own feet and made sure that Coulson knew of his suspicions. Like he pointed out, there were no signs that Skye had been captured, no blood, no tire marks in the ground, no footsteps, no explosion on the other side of the road didn't help much either. It seemed as if she just vanished, so Fury just assumed she ran away and told Coulson how he knew an waned him that the hacker was going to be trouble for S.H.I.E.L.D. The other agents that were brought in to look for Skye all thought she ran and tat she planted the bomb herself and led them there so she could escape.

Even Ward was starting to think that maybe Skye had run away. What made him grumpy to anyone that spent at least a second around him to hear him grumble. He was mad, mad at Skye for running and mad himself for letting this happen. When he got inside the bar with May he should of known something was off the second he set a foot inside the building, there was no one there except the bartender and the local drunks. When they realized there was a bomb they made them get out, they ran off the back door and May was trying to deactivate the bomb but when there were 30 seconds left they ran out of the place and got inside the van.

The first thing FitzSimmons came up with was tracing the feed from the location back to her but when they couldn't they concluded that either she was underground, had taken out te bracelet or was in someplace that was blocking it.

Simmons still hadn't slept and Fitz was trying to convince her to get some sleep and eat something, though he himself didn't waste a waking moment, trying to figure out ways to find Skye.

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Skye had spent the whole day rolling and being carried around and she'd had enough of it. She had been moved from car to car, trunk to trunk always with the blindfold and gag on because of the sarcastic remarks and spitting in one of the men once, that earned her a slap that made her cheek red and tingling. She still felt the spot sting. The car where he was currently in abruptly stopped making her hit the wall of the trunk and she grunted in response.

One man opened the trunk and threw her over his shower like a sack of potatoes. At first she protested by grunting and kicking him but he punched her at that. Then,he carried her and stopped after a while. She was dropped in a chair and the blindfold and gag taken off. Finally! Now she only had to annoy them to death... shouldn't be that hard according to Ward.

The three guys left her there and went away. Not again! I had enough of being dropped nd picked up today! She thought to herself starting for the first time, since Elias captured her, to become angry, before she was only scared and terrified if you must call it that, but now rage was starting to build up inside of her.

"Can't you stop this already? I've had enough! Stop playing games, stop the suspense! Who are you what do you want?"She yelled out to whom was close enough to hear her.

The old rusty room that contained her had dust every where and she could her the bickering of mice. Then the old big door right in front of her opened squeaking and making piles of dust fly through the air. She coughed and squinted her eyes attempting to see the figure standing at the door.

After some seconds that seemed like hours the dust in the air subsided and her eyes adapted to the light finally identifying the figure standing serious by the door. It was him, the rogue agent. And Skye was sure he held the answers to all her questions.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed :) Please review and tell me your opinions