Picking Up The Pieces

Other: I have been talking a lot of a group ofn facebook. Two groups actually but they are both brilliantly fun to discuss stuff. I also brought a book called "The Maze Runner" which should be like my "The Hunger Games" and I love them so... fingers crossed.

Chapter Ten

Taylor tried bouncing out of the room a dozen times but it was pointless, whatever kind of metal gloves they had put on her hands seemed to be doing the trick at keeping her where she was. They worked even better than anything else before. She couldn't do anything! She was as useless as when Drake and Caine put the blocks on all there hands and kept them in that room, feeding them like dogs. This place was just like it and it brought back so many memories for her. None of them were good.

While they had been there, the first couple days, Drake came in to torment them and make fun, make sure all of them were miserable as they could be.

One of the boys that Taylor had become friends with was braver than the rest of them, he was stronger. The boy's name had been Harry, he had the mutant power to make things blow up, it would have been very powerful if he had worked on it but for the time it was weak and he could only make small things snap like some kind of firework in the sky. He was not handsome but he was kind of cute and for a while Taylor had considered growing a crush on him. Weird time to think of boys but what else was there to think about when they were stuck like that for days on end.

Drake had come in one day and Harry managed to trip him up by sticking his leg out sharply. He had tried to take power back and take control in some way, he tried to kick out at him since he could no longer use his hands but after a while the kicks grew feeble from how far away Drake was and everyone was too shocked to join in. He had tried to hit him hard anyway and probably was trying to kill him but Drake quickly regained power.

Drake had beaten Harry half to death right in front of Taylor, some of his blood had fallen onto Taylor's legs and the lower part of her shirt. She, along with many others had screamed and cried and cringed away from the scene. Harry had been alive when Drake left him, but two days later two of Caine's men came and collected his limp body. No one could feel his pulse while he was there or press on any of the bleeding wounds or his chest, so there was no way that they could help him. Only watch him die.

Taylor fell into the corner of the room, she covered her ears with her gloved hands and bgean to scream as loudly as she could, the memory was just too much for her, the room was just too small for her.

No one came to comfort or help her, she kept screaming even so. Any moment now someone would come and give her something that would put her to sleep or just keep her quiet, maybe she could get out of the room, even for just a few seconds. But still no one came. It was much easier to ignore her than help.

Eventually she stood and went to the door, she began to beat on it with her gloves and screamed, begging someone to let her out. At some point her words stopped making sense. Her memory of the passed and present were clashing and getting mixed up with one another. She found herself begging for someone to help Harry without realizing it.

"Please! He's dying! Help him!" Taylor sobbed, she turned, pressing her back against the door and slowly slipping down to the ground, crying "Please. Help me. I'm dying." Taylor sobbed.

Still... No one came...

Connie saw the pain and desperation in Caine's eyes and agreed to go home early without a second thought. She took them back to there room where they packed while she called for a ride, all the while glancing over to make sure Caine was OK. Sam did the same thing, mostly because they both knew that any moment now would be the time that Caine would switch into his child like state.

But he held himself together and stayed as the Caine they knew. He packed his bags with a hard face and kept impatiently nudging Sam whenever he thought he was taking too long. Sam would have snapped at him but he understood how he was feeling, so he just picked up the pace each time.

Soon they were climbing into the back of a taxi, there things all in the boot, and they were driving home. Caine didn't say anything, but Sam felt him slowly reach down and take a firm hold of Sam's hand for comfort. The drive would be at least a minimum or two hours long and that was if there was no traffic or car problems.

"Maybe you should get some sleep." Connie suggested, watching as Caine kept rolling his head back and forward impatiently.

"No" Caine snarled like an animal "Leave me alone."

"Don't get snappy, it wont help her to be a dick." Sam growled, squeezing his hand gently.

Caine suddenly squeeze back, trying to hurt Sam, but Sam just gave him a small smile and shrugged like it was no big deal. It had actually hurt him but Caine would only squeeze more if he saw him wince. He was like an animal when it came to sensing someone elses pain or fear. It was kind of scary at times but again, Sam tried not to show it.

"Everything will be fine." Sam shrugged grinning, hiding the pain "Probably a mess up. They will let Diana go as soon as we explain everything."

"You really think that?" Caine sneered.

"Yes I do." Sam lied, grinning at him again and giving his hand another squeeze, this time Caine looked ahead and nodded, leaning into Sam slightly...

Drake ignored Raven for most of the time they were walking. She followed him and pestered him like a little bug, smiling in an ice cold way that sent shivers down many peoples spine when they saw it, but it didn't effect Drake at all. He was already terrifyingly cold and cruel to be effected by Raven's smile, no matter how dark she made it.

"Where are we going?" Raven asked for the hundreth time but with no real hope of getting an answer.

Drake ignored her once again. He was trying his best to pretend that Raven was not there. He had much prefered to be on his own at the moment but Raven had been one of the few people to stay by his side the whole time. Raven and he had been good partners before, during and after the FAYZ, but neither truly trusted the other one. They were always waiting for the other to back stab them, then they both believed they would be able to turn the tables and get rid of the other.

"Drake." someone whispered, it was a females voice but it wasn't Raven's. It sounded familiar and for a second Drake thought it was in his head again, but then he spotted Raven looking around and knew she had heard it too.

"Who is it? Who's there?" Drake demanded, whiping his arm so it made a defening cracking sound.

"Do you want them to find you?" the voice demanded suddenly sharp and angry "If not then don't do that."

"Show yourself." Drake snarled. Raven was holding her hands out to where she suspected the noise to be coming from.

After a moment there was a rustle of leaves to there left. Nerezza stepped out, smirking slightly as she walked over to them. For a moment Drake did not recognise her and planned to rip her apart then and there. But then he saw something in her bright green eyes and something clicked inside of his mind. He knew who she was. He was not sure how, just that he knew.

"You..." Drake whispered, eyes widening while Raven looked back and forth between the two of them, still ready to fight if anything happened but slowly feeling nervous. Did Drake know her? Did he want her to stay safe or should Raven kill her now before she did anything.

"Yes me. Nice to see you again." Nerezza nodded and turned, focussing her green eyes on Raven, she stared at her with a bored expression before turning her attention back to Drake "I have a job for you."

"A job?" Drake frowned but leaned forward, the tip of his whip hand twisting and slithering around his body with excitment.

"Yes. I don't care if you kill them or just hand them over to the lab, but I want you to get as many mutants as you can out of the way." Nerezza said simply, she frowned slightly to show she was serious.

"Sounds like fun" Drake smirked, arm snapping again.

"Yes it will be." Nerezza nodded and turned away, leaving Drake to drool over the excitment of his new job. She knew how to play Drake to get exactly what she wanted and that Raven girl would most likely follow without even completely realizing what it was she was to do. They were both easy to play...

The car stopped just a few feet from the entrance of Perdido Beach. Sam was slowly drifting to sleep but trying to stay awake as best as he could so he was sort of in the middle of sleep and awake, Caine was twitching constantly, moving against Sam and trying to stay calm, but the longer it took the more agitaited he became while Connie was also slowly drifting to sleep. She woke sharply when the car came to a sudden stop and looked ahead.

"What is it?" Connie asked, yawning and squinting ahead through the dirty window.

"Some kind of road block..." the man grunted, then jumped when there was a knock on his side of the window.

He rolled down his window and the man, a guard, quickly hissed "Get out of the car," he was holding a large gun and he was ready to use it but not on the taxi driver. It seemed to be more positioned towards the back seats.

"Excuse me?" he blinked, then eyed the gun and slowly climbed out, getting nervous. By now Sam was awake as well, frowning at the guards and sitting up straight.

"You too ma'am." another guard said, tapping on the window and nodding at Connie.

"What is this about?" Connie demanded, twisting around and covering Caine from view.

"Please ma'am. We won't ask again. Leave the vehicle." the man said, raising his gun as if she could not see it before. Maybe he honestly hoped she would jump out if she got a proper glance at the gun.

"No!" Connie snapped.

"We will use force if we have to." he threatened, she could hear him growing annoyed but still refused to move.

"Tell me why and I might." Connie growled, holding her arms out to hide Caine and Sam.

The guard looked up at the others, there was a long moment of silence before he was nodding and reaching over, he went to open the door but Connie slammed her hand down on the lock and glared at him. Sam reached over and locked his own door quickly, Caine's hands twitching softly as he looked back and forth in between of the guards, face tight. They were the ones that had taken Diana, he was itching to make them pay.

The guard scowled and rose his gun. In seconds he brought it down on the glass. He probably could have gotten them from the two front doors but it would have been just as awkward, better get them out of the door they were right beside, even if it did get a little messy.

Caine expected it to break straight away but instead there was just a loud cracking sound. Connie's eyes widened and she leaned back into her sons, thinking of a way out. The guard brought the gun down for a second time, this time there was another crack and the glass had a large white crack in the very middle of it as well as around of the sides. One more go and it would all crumble down inside.

Connie turned and looked around but they were surrounded, she took a breath and faced the guard just as he brought the gun down for a final time. The glass shattered and sprayed Connie, Caine and Sam like a dozen sharp shinning pieces of rain. Sam shouted in shock and instantly covered his eyes with his arm, Caine rose a hand and sent a dozen pieces flying back through the gap of the window, heart racing against his rips, feeling more excited than ever before in his life, he could use his powers again!

The glass bounced against the guards armor as he reached inside and unlocked the door, pulling it open. Connie screamed and pounced from her seat, tackling the guard to the ground, she stood as a few more guards moved to pull her away.

"BOYS! RUN!" Connie shrieked as she was carried away, trying to lash out and keep some of the guards busy even if she couldn't do a great job of it.

Sam and Caine shuffled from the car just as the guards ran around around to grab them. Caine rose his hand and sent three flying through the air, he would have thrown a good few more if something sharp hadn't hit his hand. Blinking he stared down at his hand but couldn't make it out, whatever it was it had gone very fuzzy and strange.

"Caine!" Sam shouted as his brother slowly dropped down to the ground onto his front.

"Sam! Don't get distracted!" Connie shrieked as she was dragged away by a guard who only had to pick her up and throw the woman over his shoulder to keep her at bay.

Sam looked up as a guard rose his gun, pointing it at him this time. Thinking quickly, Sam held his hands out in front of himself, so his palms were facing the sky and made a small round ball of light. The guards were moving in quickly and he did not have enough time to worry about himself or Connie. Instead he increased the light and shut his eyes, hoping that would be enough.

He kept making it brighter and brighter, quickly, so the guards had to take a step back. Soon the light was burning the top of Sam's eye lids, a few guards screamed and fell back, they all wore helmets with dark shade glass that hide there faces from view, but even the shaded glass could not protect them from the bright light. The light was starting to burn right through Sam's eye lids now, there was no way they could see him so they wouldn't be able to shoot him, but it would not be long before they began to shoot randomly.

Sam turned and grabbed Caine by the shirt, he tried to drag him but it made too much noise and soon the guards were shooting down at him. A dart brushed by his face and he fell back in shock, letting go of Caine as he fell.

Suddenly a guard appeared, he had tried to tackle him but was blinded and missed. Sam rolled onto his stomach and tried to squint but the light was still too bright and burned his eyes.

Instead Sam reached behind him and felt the car, ducking down he rolled underneath it and reached out for Caine. Just as his fingers fell on his brothers ankle he felt him being picked up and dragged away from him. Sam wanted to scream, wanted to jump out and take down anyone that try to steal Caine away...

...But what would that achieve? One of the guards would catch him, knock him out and just drag them both off to the lab. If he tried to help and failed they would both go down to the lab. But if he stayed where he was... waited... watched... maybe he could find the lab, find the weak points, save Caine and all the others and then run off.

As much as it killed him to lay there, he forced himself to stay still.

He didn't dim the light even if he wanted to, if he did then they might look around and find him. He had to hold it, at least until he got away. Sam turned away and crawled towards the other side, he carefully slipped out and went to crawl but froze.

A foot was less than inches from his face. He couldn't see it properly, his eyes were squinting against the light behind of him and the light was still blinding even with his back to it. But he could just see a shape and it was almost like he could feel it in front of him. Swallowing, Sam stared at the foot, waiting for it to take a step forward and smack him in the face, then where they would all find him and shoot him down like a dog.

But instead the foot stepped back sharply and disapeared from sight. Sam took a shaky breath and started to move forward again, trying to watch out for any more feet or shapes in front of him without burning his eyes on the light. He remained on his stomach and crawled along as quickly as he could, scratching his body but not drawing any blood. Soon Sam found himself able to open my eyes wider and wider with each crawl he made that moved him further away from the light, though he still couldn't help but see spots. Soon Sam was able to see properly again, with wide eyes and no red spots flashing above the air like fairies, he stood up and began to run.

It wasn't long before he was hiding down and panting. Most of the guards were still working around the light for him so none of them had spotted him as he ran. He was shaking and he tried to not think about how he had just abandoned his brother. Connie should be OK, they would let her go eventually but what about Caine?

Sam slowed down eventually, he was at a large cliff edge with a lot of rocks, they might find him here, they might not. But now he needed to breath and get his head together. To understand what exactly had just happened back there! They had tried to take them even when Connie had said no! They couldn't do that! Could they?

Sam scowled, they seemed to be blocking of Perdido Beach from everyone but it also seemed that it was his best shot at answers. That was where all the other mutants had been taken from, right? Plus Astrid was in still inside there, and possibly Caine. He had to figure out a way inside. He just hoped his mother and brother would be OK for now until he got in there.