Well...i'm ashamed. I haven't updated this in...let me check...*_*...a llllooooonnngggg time. *nervous laugh* sorry. Anyway, here it is! the update! ENJOY! Oh, and when I said that Cam's ability are going to be Pyrokinesis, Guster, Telepath, and Mesmer, I'm going to change that. Now it's going to be Pyrokinesis and Mesmer. Also, I'm going to start naming my chapters. I know it's kind of weird starting here but...haters gonna hate:)

Cam's POV

"How are you my uncle if I'm a project?" I ask Brant, trying to shake off his hand.

"Well, you see, someone had to have you. And when you were born we gave you to a human wife. We in-planted fake memories of you into her and your father's brain. We made them think you were actually theirs." Brant smirks down at me and tightens his grip on my arm.

"Let's move! Agent 28, bring the boy to me. The rest of you, report back to our base, and remember to alert our leader that we have Project Phoenix," Brant barks.

Project Phoenix? What type of name is that? And I asked just that.

"All will be explained," was my answer.

Keefe and Agent 28 arrive beside me with nothing more than a whisper of the agent's black cloak. Immediately when the agent backed away, Keefe grabbed onto my hand, clutching it like it was the only thing keeping me here. Brant's hand on my arm becomes warmer by the second. He takes out his pathfinder and holds it up to the light. He smiles his creepy smile down at us and pulls us into the light.

I hate light leaping. And now that my super disturbing uncle just kidnapped us, it isn't helping my feelings toward it. I try to wench my arm from my uncle's grasp but he holds tight.

"Stop it," he hisses.

His hand heats up to uncomfortable temperatures and I stop, wishing he would just cool down. (( I had to...:)) Before Keefe and I can inspect our surroundings, someone blindfolds us from behind. Brant lets go of my arm and one part of me misses it. Some unknown part.

"Hey!" Keefe complains.

I feel him start to struggle against our captors. With some difficulty I calm him down.

"Keefe. Your fine. Just stop struggling. It's fine, your fine."

I hear Brant laugh his wheezy laugh. "Yes. Listen to your girlfriend. We don't want anybody getting...hurt."

Reluctantly, I can tell, Keefe settles down. I start to push up my glasses but, again, some hidden people restraint us.

"What the heck, Brant?! You know we aren't strong enough to fight you, so why are are you tying us up?" I exclaim.

Before he could answer, a new voice reaches my ears.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" a female voice purrs.

For a terrifying second I thought it was the voice from my head, the one that haunts my dreams. But no, this one's unfamiliar.

I hear some rustling from where Brant is standing and I come to the conclusion that he's bowing.

"How are you this evening, Lady Gisela?" Brant's voice rings out in the silence followed afterward. I feel Keefe stiffen beside me and with a lot of struggles, I grab his hand. He shakes my hand away, and I let go, hurt.

Lady Gisela's laugh sounds from right behind me.

"Did my dear son reject you? Poor, Cam," she says.

"I'm not your son!" Keefe yells.

"Sorry to tell you, Keefe, your my son whether you like it or not."

"Lady Gisela," Brant starts, "our leader wants to see the Project. Maybe you can see them la-"

"Shut up! If I remember correctly, your not the boss here, and I want you gone. You are dismissed," Lady Gisela orders.

I can sense Brant wanting to protest but he holds back. When he passes me he whispers in my ear.

"I'll see you soon."

I shiver from the menace in his voice. Lady Gisela takes my just-put-on blindfold. I blink from the light and get a good look at Keefe's mom. Her blonde hair is down and over one shoulder. She's wearing a dark blue dress that makes my teal one look ugly compared to it. She slips off Keefe's and steps back when he lunges toward her. Something seems to hold him back and he stops mid-lunge.

"What do you want?" he growls at his mother.

"Well, it's obvious what I want. I want your girlfriend. Whatever happened to Sophie?" Lady Gisela asks, so obviously changing the subject.

"Fitz took her," was his simple answer.

Now, that confused me. Does he still want her? Or does he like me? I mean, he was the one who kissed me. I shake my head to rid the thoughts and look around. We're in a really ugly house that's the size of my bedroom in the human world. Everything was made out of metal. Metal walls, metal chairs. Even a metal ceiling.

"Aw, that's too bad. I liked her, she was very...powerful." Lady Gisela smiles and a chill crawls down my back.

"Don't talk about Sophie like that," Keefe snaps.

"That's no way to talk to your mother," Lady Gisela snaps back.

I tune them out when the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Someone's here. I crane my neck and look behind me but nobody's there. I slide my eyes over to Keefe and his mom to se if they notice the strange presence. I feel a breeze blow past only me. I whip around so fast I trip over my feet. Finally, Lady Gisela sees my slightly frightened state and smirks. She looks behind me and gives a barely perceptible nod. Before I could ask what she was doing someone covers me mouth with their hand. My eyes widen and I start to struggle against my bounds. A person materializes behind me and if I could see the person would look just like my dad. He holds a syringe filled with clear liquid.

I fix me eyes on it and my scream was muffles the strange man's hand. Is he going to kill me?!

"What are you doing to her?" Keefe shouts and starts toward me but some other person grabs hold of him. The man has a red hair and deep blue eyes. He doesn't look any older than eighteen. He glances at me when he holds another syringe identical to the one inches from my own neck up to Keefe's. I kick my captor and he grunts, but doesn't let go. Through all of this Keefe's mom watches us struggle, amused. Hatred towards her courses through my veins and my whole body starts to heat up. Lady Gisela sees this and a flash of panic crosses her face.

"Put her out, put her out!" she screams at my captor.

Flames start to crawl up my legs and I try to shake them away. What's happening?! Why aren't they burning me? My thoughts were cut short when the needle plunges into a vein in my neck. Keefe's scream for me sounds faraway. As I begin to sway the man holding me lets go. With one look at Keefe I dive into a sea of darkness.