Panic had started to rush from the top of my head to the very tip of my toes. My heart must have been going a mile a minute and surely anyone around me could hear the thumping of it against my rib cage. The room was muggy and cold. The floor had a very dirty, damp feeling to it. I couldn't even begin to think where I was or even how far away I had walked away from home. What time was it? Was it still last night or is it a whole new day? How long has it been?

I tried summoning Liz again and still nothing. I tried my hardest to focus on her and calling her and I couldn't even get the slightest reaction. It got to the point where I had been straining myself just to hear Liz's voice. I was wearing myself out by the minute and for no cause at all. I was scared and alone. I was still wearing clothes (thank God) even though I had been bound.

I started angrily shaking my arms trying for anyway to break free. I was using all of my strengthen I had just trying to break free from my handcuffs. It still did no good. I tossed and turned in every direction and I was still stuck. I couldn't stand up at all due to my legs also being bound and moving my wrists in any direction was out of the question.

I gave up. I started to cry. I had never felt so helpless in my entire life. I had fought so hard to escape the Edison group just to be captured again. Was I really not capable of anything? Why was I the most useless human being on this stupid planet?

My crying just ended up giving me an even worse migraine than before and made my nose congested so I could barely breathe in the musty air of my chamber. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing after all. The room had smelt of really old books with a hint of wet dust. Like your grandmother's basement filled with a dictionary as old as yourself. It's not so terrible; it just reminds me of dying old ladies' books.

I must have exhausted myself so much from crying because I had fallen asleep. I'm not too sure how long but it must have been awhile because when I woke up, I heard the faint sound of footsteps lurking outside my chamber door. My headache was slowing moving its way out my brain but I still had the minor throbbing busting against my temples. The back of my head was still severely sore and my skin felt like it was festering with infections. I don't think I had ever been in so much pain in my life time. I tried moving my hair out my face with my hands only to fail and get extremely irritated. At this point I was done. I was done sitting here and being useless. I wanted to draw someone's attention to me.

I started screaming on the top of my lungs. I wasn't even saying anything. I was just doing anything I could to make noise. I was shaking my shackles as loudly as I possibly could. I was stomping my feet with was little movement I had- anything to draw attention to me. Still nobody had come and I was alone, despite the fact I heard people right outside my door. Maybe I was going crazy?

I still heard footsteps. Maybe they were purposely ignoring me? That didn't stop me though. I kept making noise. I did literally anything I could to be noticed and still nothing. Then an idea had struck me: I can try calling Liz again.

I focused my hardest on summoning Liz. I focused all my energy to the thought of her. Her hair, her eyes, her laughter—anything I could think of. I tried my hardest. I felt my brow wrinkling and forming a bead of sweat. I had to stay focused. I concentrated for about ten minutes on her and nothing but her. Nothing had happened. I had to quickly think of another idea. I was brainstorming when I thought of something. I could try summoning someone else!

I never really tried summoning anyone and whenever I did the only thing I had ever gotten was a dead animal of some sort but I thought if I really needed my "gifts" to work, it was now.

I didn't even know where to start. Usually when I summon Liz it's because I have something of hers to work with. When summoning a stranger, I have nothing to work with.

I tried considering where I was. I tried imagining who exactly resting place this would be. I picture random faces—trying to use anything I could think of at the moment. I imagined a boy with glasses and really dark brown hair. He had an olive-colored complexion and fairly clears skin. He was around my age. This boy's image kept lacing my thoughts so I thought that maybe he could be someone I could call. I focused my energy and thoughts on him and him only. I kept painting myself a picture of his face and tried to hear the sound of his voice. It was deep but relaxing. Suddenly I had felt a shift in the air around me.

A glowing figured had appeared right in front of me. I couldn't believe my eyes—it was the boy whose face kept popping up in my mind! The boy seemed hazy like he had the slightest clue where he was. He looked around and then finally at me. He started to yawn. He stretched his arms as if a ghost felt the need to extend his muscles. He began to speak.
"Mortals are my favorite thing in my afterlife." He said with an unsettling chuckle. I don't think he realized I had summoned him.
"H-how are you?" I stammered.
"You can see me! You can actually hear me?!"
"Y-yes, I called y-you here today."
"Why would you do that? You could have been disrupting something very important in the afterlife!" he said jokingly.
I looked at my shackles, "Even more important than this." I said trying to draw his attention to my bounds. The ghoul looked up and his eyes had widened.
"Oh, I see. This may be a good reason for seeking my ghostly help." He ran his fingers through his hair. He must have realized the growing concern on my face. "Don't worry my dear helpless mortal, I'm going to help you, somehow." The young ghoul started to brainstorm and walk around the chamber. "We should figure out where you are first." Right after he said that, he vanished without any explanation.

I felt a little relived also very scared. I had to use the bathroom so bad that I felt like I was about to implode. I could feel my stomach ache for food. I tried keeping my mind off of my situation by thinking about the story I started in my head before getting kidnapped. My thoughts floated to my mom, then to Derek. I wondered what he was up to or where he even was. Did he ever answer my text? Looks like I wouldn't be finding that out for a while.

Then I started to wonder about Simon. Where was he? HOW was he? I wondered if he was still drawing his comics. Suddenly a cold wisp invaded my day dream and the young ghoul was back. His face looked paler than a ghost. (Okay, Chloe, no time for puns right now.) His ghostly eyes were the size of golf balls. He even looked to the point where he was gasping for air as if his life depended on it.
"W-what's the matter?" I could see the fear plague his face. "What did you find out?"
"This is where I died. This is where they tested on me! You have to get out of here!"
"W-what are you talking about? Slow down!"
"Okay. A few years ago I was kidnapped. I was taken to an underground research place where they kept super-humans and experimented on them. They tested on me; I was a human lab rat. Somehow they had found out that I was gifted and they took me right off of my campus. They… did things to me. God I have to help you escape!" he was practically shouting at me but I knew it was all in fear. That's when it clicked: He was Andrew. He was the Andrew from the journal entry I had found at my house! I couldn't believe it.
"Andrew? Is that you?"
"How do you know my name?"
"I have your journal, back at my house! I read your entries! We're related somehow! I've been trying to look into you but I wasn't able to at all." Andrew placed his hand on my face.
"I could recognize that face anywhere. I'm your uncle, Chloe." The face he was referring to was my mother's.

Suddenly, the door to my chamber had been pushed open. Two figures were standing in the door way—I couldn't make them out due to my terrible vision from being in the dark.

"Sorry we've been keeping you waiting. We had to do a lot of paper work because of you. You're a rare one." I felt a pang of disgust. The figure flicked the lights on and nearly blinded me for a minute. As I gained vision back I looked at my kidnappers and my heart sank so deep into my chest I thought it would fall out. I couldn't believe my eyes. Standing next to a man wearing a clean white lab coat was who I had been missing all along—Derek.
"I'm so sorry, Chloe." He said stepping closer to me. He put his hand on my cheek just like Andrew had. I started to scream on the top of my lungs out of anger.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! HOW DARE YOU! I HATE YOU!"
"I know. I'm sorry and I know you'll never forgive me for this but I couldn't expect you to understand." I was wheezing and tears were running down my face like a rain storm. The man in the lab coat smirked and started to speak.
"We will be running some tests on you. Some endurance and some others. A few I don't feel like getting into the details about right now. Don't worry, we'll explain later. You have a health exam tomorrow morning; we want to see just how healthy you are. I wouldn't want to work on a weak necromancer. In a few hours we're going to feed you so you won't have to dwell on your empty tummy for much longer." I couldn't even see his face because my eyes were filled with tears.

Derek had a stern expression on his face; he showed no emotion what so ever. I couldn't stomach it. He tried saying something to me and I wasn't even listening. I repeated the words "How could you." Over and over again. I spit at his face and he growled at me; raising his hand to strike at me but then stopping.
"Hit me, Derek! Do it! Come on!" it did no good, he didn't listen to my commands, instead the scientist laughed at me and headed for the door, Derek followed.

The door slammed behind them and I started to cry. I pushed Andrew back into his grave not wanting to hear any sort of pep talk. How could you do this to me, Derek? I love you.

***Author's note: Hey guys! I FINALLY got my computer running again and am ready to pick up my fanfics again! I can happily say that I WILL be writing a new chapter at least once a month. I'll do my best to at least do two, but I can for sure promise one. I'm really glad I hadn't wrote though because this idea was completely different from what I was thinking in January and I am VERY pleased with how this is turning out and I think you will be too! Thank you all for your support it really means a lot to me. Stay tuned because I will be releasing another chapter in two weeks! Leave your reviews and comments and I will try to answer every one of them! Thank you all so much!***