After about three hours or so – though it felt like years – the truck's motor stopped. Nate stood up from his spot on the floor. He held out his hands to Charles and me. We grabbed them at the same time.
The next moment, the shutter opened and a guy in Trask uniform and with sunglasses on stepped into the truck. Nate pulled us past him and towards the street. We invisibly crossed the pavement and ended up in front of a huge building.
'Trask Industries', was written on it in dark blue letters.
"C'mon," Nate whispered, "let's do this."
I nodded, though of course, he couldn't see that. We walked through the glass double doors, into a big lobby.
I looked around. The place was abandoned, except for one guy, who was just sitting on a plastic chair and reading a newspaper.
"Look," Nate breathed next to me – he sounded just as excited and frightened as I was.
We were finally going to get our loved ones back. But where were they?
How would they react?
What had Trask done to them?
Were they even alive?
I was sure that Sean was alive, but what about Angel?
"There's a door behind that desk," Angel's brother whispered. He was probably pointing at something, but he was invisible so I couldn't see that.
I squinted – for some reason, I couldn't see very well when I was invisible, as if there was a wall between me and the world that made everything look blurry – and saw indeed a white-painted door behind the shiny wooden desk in the back of the room. The door was standing ajar.
Now it wasn't Nate who was pulling us; I was.
I nearly dragged the two men behind me towards the open door. An alarm bell rang inside my head, but I ignored it with everything I had.
I didn't know how, but I knew where to go.
Behind the door, there was a long, white hallway. There were several doors on our left but only one, a glass door, on our right, at the end of the corridor. It was closed, but after smashing against it with my shoulder, it slammed open.
When I hurled into the room, I nearly burst out crying.
Sean was sitting in the middle of the gigantic space, on the floor. I only knew that it was him because of his eyes, which were just as blue as always. The rest of his face was hidden behind some kind of mask.
To keep him from screaming, I realized. To keep him from breaking the thick glass walls that surrounded him.
His head was shaved bald. Biting my lip, I let go of Nate's hand and hurled forward.
To me, nothing else existed but the boy on the floor; I didn't pay attention to anything else. Which wasn't the smartest thing I had done in my life, but oh well.
Sean looked startled – of course, I realized, I had just appeared out of the blue – but hugged me back when I wrapped my arms around him.
"Luka," he breathed, his voice horribly hoarse. "I-I'm so happy to see you."
I couldn't respond because I was sobbing too hard. We sat there for about twenty seconds before the alarm bell rang once again.
Wait a minute! it yelled. Don't you think that that went a little too easy?
Don't you think that this is some kind of a trap or something?
I had just enough time to gasp before I heard the footsteps of running people on the floor.
They had found us.
I turned to Nate and Charles, who had appeared as well.
Nate looked scared as hell.
"Take my hand, Luka!" he yelled, hurling towards me. "Now!"
But it was too late. At that moment, a guard in Trask uniform appeared behind him.
The guy was carrying some kind of stick that radiated a blue-ish light.
A taser, I realized, just too late.
The thing had already touched Nate's arm. The black-and-green-haired boy fell to the ground with a scream.
"Hey!" I yelled at the guards, standing up.
Your turn, Firelocks.
It was like an unknown force took over my body. I kicked and punched and hit the men in the face with two fists, but unfortunately, it was no use.
Before I even realized what was happening, something cold and hot at the same time – the taser – touched the back of my neck. Immediately, all of my senses got shut down.
I could just feel that my cheek hit the floor before everything went black.
