Chapter 3

I pulled myself up, trying to remember how to breathe but the scent of blood was still running in the air. People groaned in disgust in the background probably because I threw up on the side of the ground. Charlie was already in the emergency room when I came in and unexpectedly, he hugged me even though I am covered in blood. That was when it hit me: I am the only person he has left. Just like he is the only blood family, I have left.

"Dad, I'm fine. I didn't get hurt in the accident." I said as he let me go.

"Bella you are covered in blood and the EMT told me that you vomited."

I bit my lip from screaming in frustration. "It's not what you –"

"You must be Isabella Swan," A man's voice interrupted and stood next to me. It is a young, hot blonde doctor with pale…and a nametag written "Cullen". Of course, he is the father. "My name is Doctor Cullen. How are you feeling today?"

"She threw up earlier, Carlisle." Charlie said to him and I gave him a glare.

"It's nothing; it's just the blood that's all." I said but even the doctor looked unconvinced. "How's Tyler?"

"He will live thanks to you. I don't know what you did but you saved his life." Dr. Cullen smiled at me but I didn't smile back. Tyler almost died in front of me. "Charlie, some parents are waiting in the waiting room asking for you."

Charlie nodded his head and kissed the top of my head. "I'll be back kid."

I rolled my eyes, "It's not like I'm going anywhere anytime soon."

Dr. Cullen checked me to see if anything was wrong but no matter what I say, he doesn't listen. Or at least he listens but has to follow the stupid hospital rules. "May I ask why you vomited?"

"It was the blood. Blood and me don't have the best relationship in the world."

He chuckled, "That is something we have in common."

"Really? But you're a doctor."

"I wasn't always fond of blood, Miss. Swan." Dr. Cullen smiled at me but behind that smile, I felt like there was joke in there.

Then, Rosalie and Edward walked inside the room and Rosalie threw a bag straight at me. Luckily, I caught it and gave her a sarcastic smirk of thanks to her as I opened it and saw clothes. "They're my old clothes," Rosalie sneered. "Alice figured you needed them because you have blood all over you."

"Thank you, Rosalie. That's really nice of you." I said confused and put the bag next to me on the bed.

"Bella may I ask how you get those scars? I don't have your medical file yet from Phoenix." Dr. Cullen asked and his children stared at my scars on my upper arms, wrists, and the back of my neck.

"I have been in many accidents and–" I shivered at the doctor's touch, his hands are extremely cold. My eyes stared at his white coat and when his hands went under my shirt to check my breathing, my mind flashed to the doctors in Special Division pinning me down onto the medical table. "Don't touch me!" I yelled, pushing myself away from him.

He stared at me shocked and confused, probably because of my strength and my loud voice. "I'm sorry Bella. I did not mean to –"

"No! I am sorry. I just…can I leave now?"

He sighed, thinking for a moment. "I guess so. You weren't injured in the accident. But if you feel funny, come here straight away."

"Thanks." I said and walked away to the bathroom trying to ignore Rosalie and Edward's stares on my back.

I looked in the mirror and saw Tyler's blood all over my upper body and on my arms and hands. I looked like the person I was trained to be many years ago. A person I can't become. I washed my hands and my arms before I could put my hair up in a ponytail. I changed out of my grey shirt and put on Rosalie's black top under her grey jacket. But it still feels like I have blood all over me.

When I exited from the bathroom and threw away the bloody shirt, I noticed Edward arguing with Rosalie in sharp whispers in a corner. Then they noticed me and I tried to look like I wasn't looking but I failed and decided to walk out the emergency room to find my dad. I turned around when Edward said my name. "Yes?"

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"I swear if someone asks me that one more time, I'm going to scream." I threatened, my hands turning into fists and saw Edward's lips turning into a smile. "It's not funny, Edward. I threw up big deal. Tyler is the one who nearly died in my arms. The only people who seem to concern about him are his family and friends."

"You were just lucky you got out of the way, huh?"

"Which reminds me," I said as I leaned against the wall and folded my arms across my chest. "How did you get over to me so fast?"

He turned his head, staring at me in shock. "What?"

"I saw you–you weren't anywhere near me in the parking lot and then, I see you a couple of feet away from the crash." I told him.

"I was standing near you, Bella."

"No you weren't." I snarled my anger building up in my veins. He is lying and I don't like that. "I saw you."

"No one is going to believe you."

I stared at him confused and scoffed, "I wasn't going to tell anyone."

Surprise flickered across his face but then, quickly hid his expression to a cold stone jerk that I met on my first day here. "What do you know?" he said rudely.

"I know what it's like to keep a secret, Edward. You're looking at a survivor from a seven year kidnapping." I said with hatred and bitterness. "Trust me, whatever you did or didn't do –I am not going to tell anyone."

"But you aren't going to give up." He said and I nodded my head, showing him I am being honest. "Then I hope you enjoy the disappointment."

"Please you have to find her!" A woman's cry echoed in the waiting room and I saw a beautiful African American woman gripping my dad's Chief of Police jacket.

"Dad, what's going on?" I asked, walking away from Edward and his secretive aura.

Suddenly, the woman's hands were now on me. I cringed at the contact and forced myself not to attack her. I stared at her puffy eyes and red nose. "You were a kidnapped victim, weren't you?" That caught me off guard. I looked at my dad for help.

"Mrs. Everett I would appreciate if you get your hands off my daughter." Charlie said and had another police officer pull her away to her husband, who has a bruise on his face.

He pulled me aside, "Mr. and Mrs. Everett were at the park today with their seven-year-old daughter, Maggie. Mr. Everett noticed a man in a suit taking her away and he actually fought him but he got away in a black van with no license plate on it."

"Why does this sound so familiar?" I questioned but more to myself. But I saw the sorrow in my dad's eyes. "You don't think you'll find her."

"How long did it take you to find us, Bella? How long did it take?" He asked me. "You were gone for seven years –seven years. You found us, not the other way around."

"Maybe this time will be different." I said with little hope in my voice but he and I both know that will never happen. If Special Division is behind this, then this Maggie girl has abilities that they want to control. She is just like me.

But how could that be? There were no children in Special Division that had abilities like me when we left. We were the only ones.

Abruptly, Mrs. Everett ran over to me her nails sinking through the cotton and onto my skin. Damn, it hurts. She has a mighty death grip. "You were taken by those same people weren't you? Weren't you?" I couldn't help but nod my head as people in the hospital turn their attention onto us. "You can help us find her. Please she is just a little girl. She must be so scared right now." She whimpered at me with pleading eyes.

"I ...I can't help you." I regretted saying those words because she started crying even harder. "Even if they are the same people, they are obviously far from Forks by now and I don't know where they could have taken here."

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not," and it is the truth. We escaped on a rainy night and ran in the woods for two days, having nowhere idea we are. "All I can tell you is that your daughter won't even know where she is because they blindfolded her."

"You know something!" She yelled, angry now. "Tell us!"

I managed to get out of her death grip and looked at her. "I don't know anything, Mrs. Everett."

"She will die!"

"She's already dead!"

Abruptly, a force smacked me across the face so hard that it felt like slamming into cold water. She slapped me. She actually slapped me! My head turned, staring at the hospital floor as I could only hear my heart beating so fast and then, lifted my head to see the lights flicker. Slowly, I managed to turn my head to look at her wide eye face build with guilt. I must control my anger right now.

"I'm telling you the truth whether you want to hear it or not. They decided her fate–a fate so horrible you cannot imagine. Every moral standard that you have taught her so far is nothing compared what they will teach her for her future. They will corrupt her."

"Bella –"

"I'm telling the truth. That is what you wanted to hear right? To see if she lives or dies." I said with disgust as I pulled myself away from them. I put my hands over my face and screamed in frustration. "That is all based on your daughter and how she wants to continue to live. She is going–she needs to know what she wants and that is survival. I'm sorry but I don't know what else to say or do."

Suddenly, a piercing noise erupted in my head and I groaned in pain as my knees fell on the ground. It was like a screeching, monster noise from a scary movie. My hands gripped the side of my head as tears fell. I wanted the noise to stop. My vision blurred from my watery tears and I remembered this experience. Special Division doctors put a small device in our heads, almost like a torture device, to remind us of who we are, what we are, and whom we work for. The agents are probably triggering this device to see if any of us lived here and they can track us down.

Wait! If they are triggering this device –then they have to be close by.

"They're still in Forks." I moaned. "They're…still…in Forks."

"What?" Charlie asked, confused. "Bring a wheelchair or a gurney or something over here!"

Instead, the noise completely stopped, and my mind became clearer. Instantly, I pushed myself off the floor and ran outside onto the street. I can't let this little girl become another brain washed, supernatural killer. She can't live the life I did–the life I am living. My feet stopped when I arrived at the student parking lot but cursed seeing the police cars surrounding the my car and Tyler's van. My weapons are in the pocket of the car and if the police find it…I will be in big trouble and do a lot of explaining to Charlie.

I had to make a distraction. My hands reached over the bushes to the windows of the schools and slowly, turned my hand into a fist as the windows blew up into small pieces of glasses. The policemen ran over the noise while I quickly ran to my truck, pulling out the pocket and taking out another dagger and a small gun. I was about to run away again but noticed the police car and the keys left in the engine…if Special Division does not kill me, Charlie will. I got in the car and drove off onto the grass to the street, ignoring a man's voice.

I passed the park where other policemen are and wondered which way they took if they triggered the device. Forks is a small town surrounded by the forest of trees and bushes and hills –they could be anywhere. Then, I remembered Charlie mentioning Billy Black and his family live in La Push Reservation, they have to be close to that border and it's a good fifteen minutes away. I can make it ten minutes.

The radio began making noises, "Whoever is driving, you are stealing something of the law. You stole a police officer's car. You need to come back. I repeat you need to come back." Charlie's voice said over the radio.

I grabbed the speaker, "I'm going to help you find Maggie Everett." I said in a Russian accent. "I will talk to you once I find her and take those men down. Don't try to follow me." I turned the radio off before Charlie could say anything else.

My eyes quickly caught the black van in the woods and I continued driving until I was sure, I was far enough so they will not be able to see or hear me. I walked fast but quietly in the woods and could hear muffle voices inside the black van. Strange, even though they think one of us still live here I do not remember the van ever stopping when they took me.

"I want my mommy!"

"Maggie," I whispered and ran forward and jump over the big black van. The driver did not even notice me as he listen to his music on his headphones, probably trying to drown out Maggie's cry. I opened the door, pulling the driver out of the car as his head hit a tree, making him lose conscious. I walked to the back doors, opened them to find Maggie tied up, and blindfolded with two men in their black suits, one with a gun and another with a needle.

Oh I hate needles.

"Why do you pick on someone your own size?" I asked in a Russian accent.

"Kill her," The one with the needle ordered and the other man nodded his head.

When he got out of the van, he stood straight and I realized I was tall up to his chest. This is going to be harder than I thought. I swung around and roundhouse kicked him in the gut before he could pull out his gun. He sputtered out a curse laced with blood but did not fall. He swings his fist at my face but I blocked it and then kicked him in the stomach, sending the poor agent flying backwards in the dirt. But as he stood up, he pulled his gun and cursed realizing I have to run. Normal humans would run on the ground to avoid the bullets, but I was taught to use my super abilities as an advantage and I am. My feet were running on the trees as I felt each bullet fly pass me.

I crouched down on a tree branch, hiding above where the agent stood. At the corner of my eye, I could see the other agent put the needle in Maggie's arm as she cried out in pain. That bastard put a drug in her system. I jumped off the tree branch and pushed the other agent to the ground. Getting up on my knees, I smiled seeing he will not wake up soon. "Hey! You're next." I yelled and dodged another bullet by doing a backflip.

Deciding I had enough, I swung my arm across causing the agent's gun to the other side of the woods. Before he could even blink, I was behind him my dagger near his cheek. "Why does he want with the girl?" I asked in my accent. "Tell me."

"Who are you?"

I put the pressure tighter on his cheek. "I'll be asking the questions here."

"I'd rather die," He said.

I nodded my head, "That can be arranged." I did not think twice when I slice his throat out and watched as his body fell forward.

"Hello?" Maggie's voice interrupted my sighting of my kill. "I can't see."

"Maggie, it's okay. You are safe." I said, pulling her blindfold off and gave her a friendly smile. "I'm a friend."

"Your accent is different. Who are you?"

I chuckled, "Let's just say I'm your personal superhero."

"I'm tired." She said as she slowly fell in my arms.

The agents obviously drugged her so she wouldn't talk in their ride. Carefully, I walked in the woods with Maggie in my arms and tried to think of lies to tell my dad when he sees me. I cannot tell him what I have just done to save her life. After putting Maggie in the passenger seat with her seat belt on, I turn on the radio. "Chief Swan, are you there?"

"Yes this is Chief Swan."

"I found the little girl, Maggie. When you are driving, you will see the police car on the side of the street and there will be a fire on the other side of the woods. But do not worry Maggie is alive and asleep." I said and got out of the car, not waiting for a reply.

Quickly, I grabbed the two agents and the driver and put them in the black van, tying them with rope. The driver opened his eyes and saw my face, confused. "I have a message for Noah," I said and pointed my gun at him and pulled the trigger as I watched the bullet went through his forehead and his body went limp.

Looks like my first step of revenge has just begun.

A/N: How was the fighting scene? It's hard to write from head to onscreen.