A/N Okay, so it seems you prefer longer chapters, here's one! Enjoy!

Carlisle's POV

I tried to keep my eyes facing forward. I could sense the tension among my family members upon seeing Bella but I was determined not to give anything away. If Amanda knew that we had met Bella, this whole arrangement may be withdrawn.

At this point, I was too devoted for too many reasons to have the happening. Edward knew what I was thinking, but it appeared that the others did as well, or were thinking the same. Nobody mentioned anything.

Amanda walked forward and we all followed slowly behind. There were two large cages. The bigger one almost encompassed the entire room. Bella was against the bars of the small one inside, peering wide-eyed and curiously at us.

I said I silent prayer that she wouldn't give anything away. Then, another thought struck me: she may not even remember us.

Granted, it's only been seven years, but after all she's gone through I wouldn't be surprised.

Her stare bore into me from where she stood. She didn't look angry. She looked lost and confused, as though she was trying to recall something or do a math equation in her mind.

I could sense Edward's discomfort. I raised my hand to put it on his shoulder in comfort, but he shrugged me off.

Amanda was the first to speak again.

"Bella, these are the Cullens."

My eyes never moved from Bella's confused face. But at the last word, our name, she erupted into a smile. I'd never seen her smile so widely before. It looked psychotic. Which, I've been told, she was.

She lowered her head, keeping her eyes on my face. "Cullens," she repeated. Then, she did the last thing I expected her to do. She broke into a string of laughter.

The laughter lasted long. Not long enough that anyone felt the need to interrupt her, but long enough that she almost fell over from the force of it.

She recovered rather quickly. Once she was done, she was really done. The laughter didn't die down slowly or fade to nothingness. It stopped suddenly, and she looked at the ground.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" she asked, still looking at the floor.

Amanda walked forward. "They're here to take you home."

At that, her eyes shot up, and she peered at Amanda. "Home?"

Amanda nodded. "Well, home to you. Doctor Cullen," she gestured to me, "will be taking care of you. And hopefully rehabilitating you."

Bella's eyes slowly moved across each of our faces before she turned back to the floor.

"No thanks," she said, turning around and retreating back to the corner of the cage. "But thanks for the offer."

"It wasn't a question," Amanda said harshly. "You are going with them."

Bella looked at her once again, the same smile on her face. "What? You're gonna ask if I wannna go the easy way or the hard way next?"

Amanda smiled. "You don't get an easy way." Just then, Amanda picked up a walkie talkie from her pocket. "Open the front gate."

I took a moment to take in what was happening. There were cameras at every corner of the badly-lit room. Bella looked…broken. There was no other way to say it. Her eyes, now blue, looked sunken in and dead. Her skin was pale, blonde, matted hair fell down her sides. I saw the heart tattoo on her cheek and grimaced.

The gate creaked open. Amanda motioned for us to follow into the first cage. The gate remained open and we approached Bella's little cage. My dead heart sunk. What had we done?

"You're going to be transported on a plane with the Cullen's. They will set you up in their home and take it from there." She lowered her voice and leaned in. If we were human, we wouldn't have heard what she said next. "If you try anything, we won't hesitate to kill you."

Bella didn't respond, probably knowing arguing with this lady wouldn't get her anyway. She turned to me suddenly, and I offered up a small smile. Her eyebrow rose, and my facial expression didn't change. She was testing me. Trying to find out whether or not Amanda knew our history, probably. She clearly remembered. The glint in her eyes proved it.

She smiled then, figuring out that we hadn't said anything. Thankfully, she didn't bring it up. She stayed silent.

"Nothing to say, hmm," Amanda mused. "Good." She lifted the walkie talkie again. "Bring down the guards. We need at least five. We're getting ready to move her."

"I turned to Amanda. "Five? I'm sure she'll come quietly. Maybe one to hold her…"

I trailed off.

"Clearly, you haven't been paying attention," Amanda barked.

She turned to the rest of my family and pointed to the left wall of the outer cage. "We'll wait there until she's securely in custody."

I didn't offer any resistance. I kept my eyes on Edward's face as we walked to the wall of bars. He looked pained, tired and anxious.

We got to the bars just as a handful of fully armed and heavily shielded men entered the room. I once again looked over at Bella. She was tiny, fragile, wearing nothing but what looked like cotton hospital scrubs.

Surely this was just some massive overreaction.

Then Amanda spoke. "Open it."

Bella's POV

I could tell Carlisle didn't want me to say anything, so I kept my mouth shut. This lady was getting on my nerves, though.

I calmed myself by picturing her below me, kicking the living shit out of her. I smiled at the thought. It was met my confused looks, but I was in my own mind.

I knew the lady was talking, but I wasn't paying attention. I was looking at them. After all these years, these fuckers still managed to come right back into my life to ruin it once more.

Why does this keep happening? Was reality playing some cruel joke on me? I had to admit, though, if that was the case I was impressed. Like Mistah J says, there's nothing better or more tragic than a twisted, well-presented joke. And boy, does he know what he's talking about.

I swooned; I love his sense of humor.

Once the lady finishes talking, I nodded and looked up at their faces. I paid special attention to let my eyes linger on any one in particular. They all looked exactly the same. Edward looked like he was in pain. This made my smile wider.

Before I knew it, the lady was taking them to the bars to my left, just outside my little personal cage.

After a moment, a group of guards waltzed in all fancy-like. I huddled myself in the corner. Was it meds day already? Can't be.

I could feel eyes on me from my left, but I didn't look up. In fact, I turned around, facing the corner.

"Open it," I heard the lady say from the other side of the room.

What? Open? The cage? I smiled knowing no one could see me. These people were the crazy ones! They should be in the goddamn cage.

"You sure, boss?" one of the guards asked. It was Jason.

Suddenly, I remembered the pen in my pants. My mind tingled, as it often did now when I thought of something hilariously good.

"Yes." The lady sounded mad.

I prepared myself, slowly pulling the pen out. I was sure that if the Cullens were looking at me, they would have seen it. But I didn't hear the lady say anything else so if they did see it, they didn't mention it.

Then, the gates opened and the guards came flooding in. I jumped up to my feet and turned around with one hand in the air, the other holding my weapon behind my back.

It all happened very quickly. I knew that even if I killed them all, the Cullens would still be able to stop me. But at that point I didn't care.

The guards all gathered around me and paused. I took the first chance I could.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "I'm cooperating, okay? This is me being tame, being cool…"

Several shoulders relaxed, I saw Jason's face behind a glass mask and it looked like he cracked a smile. That was it.

I lunged, screaming at the top of my lungs. My pen made an appearance. I had landed right on Jason, knocking him to the ground with me on top of him. I wasted no time and laughed my heart out as I tore the mask off of him, stabbing the pen into his face. I was sure it sunk into his eye and I was sad that I didn't have the time to see it clearly. I was lifted forcefully off by someone else.

Two guards scrambled to get Jason away from me and I brought out the inner-gymnast to flip the guy holding me over my head. I started kicking.

"Juice her! Now!" I heard the lady call from the distance.

The adrenaline made me too giddy to properly prepare myself. Before I knew it, to tasers shot out at me. I couldn't duck.

I familiar jolt of electricity surged through my body. I laughed; it felt like me brain was getting a massage.

Then, I collapsed, seizing on the floor. The world went black.

Edward's POV

My love. My life. She laid on the floor, lifeless.

The tasers had stopped and she was out cold. I heard Amanda groan angrily, but I couldn't pay too much attention.

Bella…my sweet Bella…was a monster.

She wasn't probed, nor threatened. She violently attacked innocent guards. The one she stabbed was out of the room, laying on the ground as a security member called an ambulance. From their thoughts it seemed he would make it.

"I THOUGHT THIS WAS CONTAINED!" Amanda yelled across the room angrily.

The men were still shaking. Their thoughts were wild, incomprehensible, as though they'd just experienced a trauma. Which they had.

By the hands of the girl I love.

I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I left to protect her from monsters…yet she was was. She'd become one herself.

Jasper must have sensed my overwhelming grief because a wave of unwanted calm washed over me.

"We're sorry, ma'am," one of the men exclaimed.

"Where the hell did she get a knife?" Amanda demanded.

"It… was a pen, ma'am." He looked back at the man who was stabbed before his thought re-entered his fight with Bella. He was one of the men that tased her. Normally, this would anger me. This time… I only felt sadness that it was necessary.

I shook my head and tried to block out everyone's thoughts. I couldn't bear to relive that moment again.

"Where the hell did she get a pen?!" Amanda continued.

He shrugged helplessly. "Maybe she grabbed it…"

Amanda was about to yell expletives at him, but she stopped and composed herself.

"Thank you, Matthew," she said. "That was brave of you. But, please, for the love of God, get her retrained before she wakes up and we're forced to repeat that process."

They nodded and three of them lifted Bella with ease. It bothered me how worried their minds were. Anxious over whether or not she'd suddenly wake up, one of them mentally repeated the same prayer.

"Come," Amanda said.

We followed her back out the door. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn't even notice when we stopped at a door.

She turned to face us.

"I'm sorry you had to see that."

"It's alright," Carlisle insisted. "Will the guards be okay?"

Amanda looked down. "This is their job. They knew what they signed up for by accepting a larger salary to watch her."

Her thoughts were recalling countless other times guards had been injured and... killed… by Bella.

I could hardly bring myself to think it. I grimaced and a new wave of calm entered my body.

"Through this door you will find a private plane ready. The pilot will leave you directly in the field a few dozen miles from your house. There will be two vans waiting. One for you family. One for her to be escorted." She paused. "Once your inside your house, you may take her to the room we set up. Its one of the guest rooms upstairs. If you need help, one of the guards accompanying her will help move the wheelchair."

"Wheelchair?" Esme asked.

Amanda nodded. "She will be fully restrained. Just remember my warnings and you and your children will be fine. But I hope what you saw today convinced you to be as cautious as you can be."

We stepped out into the cloudy yard. This was a different exit than before. The ground was concrete and a yard or two away was a plane, ready to board.

Then, they came.

Bella was strapped to a wheelchair like none other I'd ever seen. Her arms and legs tied down, her torso tied to the backrest and her head strapped in a forward facing position.

"Weeeee!" she squealed, laughing as the guard wheeled her towards us.

She was absolutely psychotic. I could see that.

"Thanks, for ride, boys!" she exclaimed, trying to turn her head to them and failing.

It was the most I'd heard her say so far, and I didn't like it. Her voiced was strangely high-pitched, not like the Bella I knew.

Carlisle tapped my shoulder, seeing my pain, and I turned to face him.

That's not the same Bella, Edward, his thoughts whispered solemnly. It's not her son. This isn't the same girl. She's changed. Please. Don't pursue this. We're here to do a job. Please, Edward, leave it alone.

I turned away from him to watch as two men came towards Bella. One was holding some sort of steel contraption that looked similar to a gun.

"Hold still," one of them said, grabbing her hair to lift her face as far as it could go in the restraint.

"What's that?" she asked, panicked. No response. "Hey! Hey I'm talking to you!" The other man placed the end of the contraption on her neck. Her eyes were wild and afraid. I wanted more than anything to run to her. Comfort her. If Carlisle's hand weren't still on me I might have. "I'm talking to you!" she repeated.

A shot went off.

"OW!" she exclaimed, thrashing her head.

"It's in," the man said.

I couldn't stand seeing her in pain, hearing her pain. I flinched, wishing I could help her.

Amanda turned to us. I wasn't sure what expression was, but when she looked at me her eyes softened.

"It's just a tracker," she assured us. "On the off chance that she finds a way to escape, we need to know where to find her." Carlisle opened his mouth to assure her that we wouldn't let her escape but she stopped him. "Just a precaution."

I heard Carlisle's mind once more.

Please son. We can't let emotion affect us right now. She's gone. Let her go.

I nodded, but in my own mind, I was refusing to let his words be true. Bella was not gone. She was right there, tied to a chair. Her mind may not be clear but it was still there.

I was going to help her find it.

A/N I promise it's going to get much more interesting when she gets to the Cullen's place. And a whole lot more interesting when Mistah J comes a-lookin! Hope you liked. Let me know what you thought!