Soft murmurs whispered back and forth, stirring the red head from her slumber. She sat up slowly and glanced around, quickly noticing that she was in foreign territory.

She appeared to be at the entrance of a large maze, multiple openings stood in front of her. The walls were alive with small, flickering markings, all colours of the spectrum appearing at least once.

Do not worry, young one.

CeCe startled. The voice that had just spoken seemed to have come from multiple directions all at once.

No harm shall fall upon you here.

"Where am I?"

A place deep within your mind. A place of your own creation.

Gulping, she stood. "Who are you?" she asked, turning in a circle.

I am a friend, although you might not believe that.

"Okay, new question." the red head said, idly walking into one of the passage openings.

I am here yet I am not here.

"What the hell does that even mean?" CeCe yelled.

You shall see in time, young one. But for now, you should sleep.

And with that, the maze and all it's colour faded away.

The pair of hunters walked out of the Jones' apartment. "We need to figure out what's going on with CeCe. Her eyes . . . Just how did they turn into one of their eyes?" Kim said quietly.

"I don't know." Toby sighed. "But we will figure it out. For now, let's just focus on finding out where Rocky is." The werewolf silently at him.

"So, where did Flynn say the apartment was?"

"Up there." The taller of the two said as he motioned towards the stairs "C'mon, let's go."

Toby and Kim walked through the corridor, the werewolf slightly behind her partner, searching for Rocky's apartment. "Is this the one?" Kim asked, pointing to a door.

"No, that's 67. We're looking for 76."

Toby jogged ahead, turning a corner. Kim followed after him, rolling her eyes after a loud crash followed by Toby shouting "SON OF A-"

She turned the corner and was met with the sight of Toby curled up on the floor and an upturned cleaning trolley next to him. "Ran into another trolley? That's three times this month." She said tauntingly.

"Shuddup!" Toby's strained replied. Kim laughed and moved to help him up.

Tired, heavy eyes forced themselves open yet a darkness was all there was to be seen.

A pain was beginning to form in her stomach as the feeling came back to her body. She could now tell that her arms and legs were unable to move, bounded by a thick rope, and her mouth had been gagged by a material of some sort.

After her eyes had adjusted to the light, or lack thereof, she seemed to be on the outskirts of a forest.

Footsteps alerted her of another walking up to her. She was hoisted up and placed over their shoulder. As the person started began to walk briskly, and her body becoming jolted repeatedly, she now knew why her stomach hurt. Whoever was carrying her had a rather bony shoulder that was digging into her stomach.

She whimpered somewhat pitifully at the pain in her stomach. Whoever was carrying her growled at her and picked up the pace, causing more pain and discomfort for her.

A cruel laugh fell from their lips as she gasped in pain.

"Ah, here it is." The taller boy said, knocking on an apartment door. A young man appearing to be about to age of 20 opened the door.

"Yo, what's up?" the man said.

"We're looking for Marcie and Curtis Blue." Toby said, smiling at him and being oddly polite. I stayed silent, watching how the scene would play out.

"Uh, Dad went out but Mom is still here. I could get her for you, if you want?"

"Thank you. That would be fine." The door shut gently. After a few minutes it opened once more, this time with Marcie, I assume, at the door.

"My son said you were looking for me?" She asked.

"Yes, we're friends of Rocky and CeCe's. Could we speak out here, perhaps?" Toby replied.

"Um, sure."

"I hear Rocky was suffering from nightmares for about a year now." Toby said once Marcie took a few steps into the corridor and the door was shut. "And now Rocky is gone. CeCe was unavailable for us to ask why so we came here instead." Marcie narrowed her eyes.

"We admitted her to a clinic that specialises in unusual cases like Rocky's"

"I see . . . Did she know she was going to be sent away?" Toby's voice was still rather civilized, yet there was a slight hint of a growl as he spoke. Marcie didn't seem to notice and shook her head. "Well, did you ever stop to ask Rocky if she wanted to go? Did you consider how it would effect both Rocky and CeCe? Did you ever stop to think that sending her away was the wrong thing to do?" Anger was seeping steadily into his voice. I edged forwards slightly, preparing to intervene should Toby snap.

"N-No . . ."

"Well you should have! You and you husband may have put her in danger!" Toby snarled, all traces of his calm demeanour gone. I hate to admit it but I was feeling was feeling moderately angry too.

"My sister is in danger?" All three of us turned to face the voice. The man from earlier was standing in the doorway. We were so caught up that none of us heard the door open. Toby nodded.

"There's a possibility. We can save her though." I answered.

"Are you Kim and Toby?" he asked, giving us a scrutinising look. Again, Toby nodded.

"Rocky told me about you two . . . She's been sent to Hopewell Spring, 20 miles south of Chicago."

"Ty!" Marcie yelled

"What? They say they can save Rocky and I believe them!" The man, Ty, answered back. "And when Rocky comes back, you and Dad owe her. Big time." Ty then stormed off, disappearing around the corner.

I grabbed Toby by the wrist and pulled him back. "Let's go." I whispered, watching as Marcie walked back into the apartment. He nodded.

It was only then did I realise I was right. Something bad – no, something awful – was about to happen. And it would definitely involve Hopewell Spring.

You guys have been making me feel rather unloved with your lack of reviews. May the Easter Bunny put a delicious, chocolatey curse on you all. :P

On a serious note, I should be making the chapters longer from now on.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! ^_^

~Werepire Out