Authors note:

i wanted to update one more time this weekend because of your nice reviews, thank you so much !
I'm not sure why, but i also wanted to make this chapter at least a little longer than the last one, just because. Enjoy :]

Disclaimer: i dont own darkest powers.

SPOV

I sat up, my head spinning. "Chloe?" I called, rubbing my eyes.

The last thing I could remember was letting Chloe take the first watch. Clearly, that had not been a good idea.

"Oh…he's finally awake."

I turned, a person in a long white coat staring at me from behind a wide pane of glass, the sickly smell of a hospital filling my nose. I felt dread wash over me, my palms going cold and clammy. The Edison Group.

"Has he shown any signs of…aggression?" a new voice asked.

I looked down; my clothes had been replaced with a long white hospital gown. I blushed in embarrassment before I remembered how serious the situation was.

"No signs of aggression, but he just woke up."

"Do we have any data on him other than the fact that he is his son?"

I looked down, thinking hard. First things first, I had to find out where I was. Where Chloe was. I felt cold, thinking of her. What exactly had happened? Did the werewolves get her? I shivered at the thought, my mind suddenly buzzing with all of the horrible things that could have happened. I was unable to protect her; I let her get captured, worse yet, maybe even hurt. If Derek had been with her, she would have been safe. Jealousy pricked at my heart. Chloe had eyes for Derek, that wasn't hard to guess. Derek probably didn't notice, but that wasn't a problem. The question to ask was did he have feelings for her. I shook my head. He was as obvious as Chloe, yet each as oblivious as the other. Until they realized each others' feelings, I had a chance to win back her heart. I grit my teeth, forming my resolve. I would rescue Chloe…after I figured out how to get out myself.

"The files are being sent over from the other branch, the Lyle House."

I looked to the doctors, and then quickly looked away. The less they knew about my motives and actions the better.

"It will take a couple of days at the most."

So I wasn't back where I started? Meaning I was at a different facility? Where then?

"Cade finished the job quickly; he is one of the better ones."

The female spoke up, her voice rising slightly, "Jackson was the one to take care of the failed experiment."

Failed experiment? Could they mean Chloe? Or Derek? Maybe even Tori.

"Showing favoritism? That's unhealthy for a doctor…" their voices faded as they left the observation room, leaving me alone.

I peered at the cameras mounted on the white walls. Well, as alone as possible.

CPOV

"Chloe."

I turned, dust making my nose water. I sneezed loudly, my eyes opening in surprise. I had been having a dream about being back with Derek, back at his side. I looked to Cade, who was hovering next to me with a funny grin on his face. Sighing, I sat up.

"What?" I asked, in no mood to be relatively nice.

He frowned, his eyes narrowing. "Watch how you talk to me, you're my prisoner."

I flinched back as his hand pressed into my neck. I had made a mistake, overstepped my boundaries.

He grinned at my fear, in a good mood once again.

"What are you so happy about?" I asked, trying to sound curious instead of sarcastic. Was it even a question worth knowing the answer to?

He stood, waiting for me to stand also. After I had, he took my arm in his hand, dragging me away from the light of the small lamp. "We're going to get something to eat."

I pulled back, gasping. Was he going to bring me along as he hunted people?!

"What?" he asked, not stopping to look at me. "You're hungry, I can hear your stomach growling."

I tripped as I reached the stairs, unable to see them. He never missed a beat, yanking me up into his arms. "Watch your step," he said slyly.

I said nothing as he tapped on the door, the sound of his knuckles hitting metal echoing down the stairway.

For a second, nothing happened. I was about to ask what he was doing, when the locks clicked and whirred, the keypad beeping. As the door swung outward, light hit my eyes, blinding and unreal. I closed my eyes, pressing my hand over them. Vaguely, I wondered how long it had been since I went down into that hellhole.

"Cade…" a weak voice trailed, sounding unsure.

I peeked out from behind my fingers, trying to adjust to the light. A small man, the one from before, was standing a little away from the door, looking just as uncertain as he had when he saw me for the first time.

"I'll be back eventually, not that you could do anything about it anyway," Cade said harshly, hefting me over his shoulder and walking on.

I yelped in surprise, my hands grabbing the back of his shirt instinctively, trying to stop myself from falling.

The man looked at me, confused and sorrowfully.

"Help…" I mouthed to him, thinking he might be a little decent.

He shook his head and turned away, walking down another hallway and out of sight.

"Time to get some food," Cade said, a little playfully.

I winced, shivering. "I don't know what kind of sick mind you have, but I won't eat people."

Cade stopped for a moment, his body rigid. I sucked in a breath, my heart pounding. He leaned forward a little, dropping me onto my feet. His face was going red…with anger?

Cade covered his mouth with his hand, bursting out laughing.

"You…thought…I was…going to…make you eat…people?!" he gasped, hunching over and grabbing his stomach. "I don't even eat people! And I was going to make you…?!"

He howled, tossing his head back in veracious laughter. I felt my face reddening. Why did I have to feel embarrassed in front of this punk? Then I realized what he had said.

"Wait, you don't…eat people?" I asked, looking at him in surprise and disbelief.

He paused a moment, trying to calm down. He looked to me with a smile, an isn't-it-obvious kind of expression. "How could I eat people? They are so unappetizing; I prefer getting other enjoyment from them."

I flinched away, backing down the hallway. And right when I was thinking he might be slightly decent, it turns out that he just doesn't like eating his toys.

"Then again," he said, stalking forward slowly. "You have such a sweet smell, I bet you would be tasty. Amazingly so."

My heart stopped, my legs shaking. I had to get away, away from this predator.

"Actually, you would taste like that nurse, I imagine. You both have the same scent…well had for her anyway."

Run Chloe, run. I spun around, taking off down the hallway. Adrenaline kept me going around the white turns and curves. The only thought in my mind was escape.

"Come on Chloe," his voice echoed from behind me, imprinting fear in my mind. "Do you really think you can outrun a werewolf?"

I turned a corner, throwing open a door and rushing inside. I slammed it, pressing my back to the hard surface as though I could keep him out. There was no sound, no pressure trying to force the door inwards, trying to get to me. I heaved a sigh, my lack of judgment making me think I was momentarily safe. Yeah, right, I laughed to myself. Safe? Really? Cade was probably letting the fear grow, before making his move. I walked forward, a pane of clear glass in front of me. Where was I? I glanced around, realizing there was no other way out then the door I had burst through. How unlucky was I, picking a dead end room. Walking forward shakily, I put my hands against the glass window and looked down into another white room. A gurney stood in the middle, empty. A pacing figure caught my eye. A boy wearing a long, white hospital gown.

"Simon!" I cried, banging my hands against the glass. "Simon!"

He looked up, his face splitting into a grin. His lips moved, but no sound came out. I shook my head.

"I can't hear you," I said, hoping he would be able to read my lips.

The room he was in must have been soundproof. My stomach dropped. What were they doing to him? Experimenting on him? I had to get him out of there, I had to find a way into that room. All of the walls were white; I couldn't see a door, so it must blend in. How inconvenient.

He waved his arms, catching my attention. He was standing right below the window now, able to just reach up and touch the bottom of it. I waved a little, half smiling. At least I knew where he was.

He mouthed something to me, but I couldn't understand. Watching closely, I motioned for him to say it again.

"Are you okay?" he mouthed, his eyes looking worried.

I nodded to him, shrugging a little. Physically okay. Mentally, not so much. Then again, could someone who spoke to the dead even be okay mentally?

I pointed to him, cocking my head to the side. Luckily he understood what I meant, and nodded.

I looked around his room again, not spotting any doors. He gave me a reassuring smile, looking like he needed a hug.

"I wish I could hug you," I said out loud, too fast for him to lip read. "But you're down there and I'm up here."

Somehow I found that funny, maybe food depravation. Maybe I really was going crazy. I laughed a little, smiling down at him. He blanched, pointing behind me with a blatant look of fear and anger on his face. I watched him, confused. My skin crawled, goose bumps rising on my arms. Before I had a chance to turn around arms yanked me backwards, a hand clamping over my mouth. I struggled, even though I knew it was useless. It made me feel like, hey, at least I'm trying. I'm not like those girls in movies, who just get captured with no effort of escape. Somehow I felt a little better, struggling a little harder.

"Oh aren't you feisty today, first running then resisting." Cade laughed, his voice dangerous and controlled. He was angry.

I huffed, grinding my teeth with anger. Who wouldn't try to run and resist? Was he out of his mind?

Simon was watching, his fists clenched, his face bursting with anger. He slammed his foot into the gurney, kicking it into the opposite wall.

"Looks like your boyfriend feels helpless, unable to protect his beautiful maiden."

Somehow, I felt Cade had hit the nail on the head.

It looked like Simon was yelling something, but there was only silence.

"Ooo, he really is mad." Cade said, amused. "What do you say we give him something to be mad about?"

My eyes widened as I struggled again, twisting and turning, only prompting him to hold me tighter, crushing the air out of my lungs.

His lips skimmed my neck line, his hand falling from my mouth to my waist. I felt a yell build up inside me as his other hand reached up to pull my face towards his.

"Get off of me!" I screamed, pulling away from him in his surprise. "Don't touch me!"

I pressed my back against the glass, breathing rapidly. I could barely hear anything over the rush of blood in my ears.

"Chloe…" Cade said softly, his eyes wide.

I thought, for a moment, for some crazy reason, he might apologize.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he snapped, wrenching me forward and dragging me toward the door.

I glanced back at Simon, his face red and purplish, as if he was holding in his breath.

When we were out in the hallway we ran into a group of doctors trying to get into the room.

"What are you doing out?" the female doctor from before snapped, crossing her arms.

The other doctors stayed behind, keeping their distance from Cade.

"Better yet," she added, before Cade could answer, "What were you doing in the observation room?"

Cade snarled, his mood worse than before. "None of your business."

"Looking for food?" she guessed, frowning deeply.

Cade grimaced.

"You know your meals are brought to you in your room." She snapped, her face sharp and angry.

I gave her credit for her guts, buts otherwise, I outright disliked her.

Cade scoffed. "As if she could stomach any food in there, that place smells like rotting bodies."

"Well, that's because there are rotting bodies in it!" she snapped back.

She seemed very impatient, in a hurry to get into the observation room. To experiment on Simon?

Cade snarled again, losing patience himself. "That's not relevant."

"Why are you keeping her around anyway?" She asked, suddenly curious. "I didn't authorize you to have pets."

I edged behind Cade, suddenly nervous. What if they had pictures of me? Would she recognize who I was? How could she not with my dad's reward and commercials everywhere? She would realize one of the people they were looking for was hiding right under their noses.

"I find her interesting. Consider her a trophy from my last job." Cade dragged me past them, staring straight ahead.

"Get back to your quarters," the woman said dismissively.

The doctors filed into the room, not paying me a second glance.

I sighed heavily, leaning over and breathing deeply. Relief washed over me, she didn't know who I was.

Cade paused, leaning next to me, looking into my eyes. "Did you really think I would let her take you away from me?"

I laughed, standing. Cade was crazy, he really was.

"Let's find food," he said, holding my hand this time instead of my wrist. "I'm pretty sure I smell a kitchen this way."

By the time we reached the kitchen I was lost deep in the white labyrinth. How the doctors found their way around here I would never know.

"Sandwiches, steak, pork," Cade listed, taking a deep breath. He pushed open the door, the startled kitchen staff backing across the room.

"I'll have all the meat you're cooking," he called to them jovially, "And she'll have whatever else you got!"

My stomach growled loudly, the smell of the cooking food enough to make me drool. I smiled faintly; for once I was relatively happy.

SPOV

I sat on the floor of the room, cross-legged with my head bowed and my eyes closed. I was trying to control the rage building inside me. There was no use prompting them to terminate this study before I found Chloe, saved Chloe.

"I wish I could hug you" she had said, smiling down.

It was almost comical and expected that she wouldn't know I could hear her.

"What do you say we give him something to be mad about?"

"Get off me!"

"Don't touch me!"

His dark and sinister voice and her angry scream played again and again in my head. Again I had done nothing. I hadn't protected her. She had been attacked right in front of me, and I was unable to help. My magic couldn't penetrate the glass; it had to be enchanted, so I was useless to her. The only good that came from this event was that I knew she was here. If that even counted as something good.
I slammed my fists onto the cold tile, numb pain pulsing through them. I could barley feel it anymore.

The murmuring and sounds of disapproval from the doctors hung in the air.

DPOV

"Let's stop."

"I'm hungry."

"I'm tired."

"How long are we going to walk for?"

"Why did I have to get stuck with you?"

"Where's Simon when you need him? "

Tori's complaints buzzed in my ears, getting on my nerves. I didn't answer her because that would just make it worse. After I had beaten the shit out of that wolf, you think she would be a little more gracious and thankful. Apparently not.

Jackson had turned tail and ran when he knew he wouldn't win. Where ever he was going, Cade was sure to be. Where ever Cade was, Chloe wouldn't be far off. My heart thumped at the thought of her, but I pushed all feelings out of my mind. Now was not the time to think of Chloe, now was the time to follow a trail for Chloe. If I didn't save her soon, I couldn't imagine what could happen to her. Images of the nurse, bloody splatters on my brothers' faces, flashed in my mind's eye, paralyzing me for a second.

"What's up big dog, finally decide to stop and rest?" Tori asked warily. She was waiting for me to lose control again, no doubt.

I shook my head, riding my mind of the images. I had a long way to walk still, and the sun was only just setting. Trudging along, I blocked Tori's complaints from my mind, thinking only of the trail Jackson left.

CPOV

"There's no way I'm going back in there," I said, backing away from the door.

I felt sleepy again after finally getting some food, and could probably sleep for a day, but there was nothing that could get me to go into that sick basement willingly.

Cade stopped, crossing his arms impatiently. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way."

I winced, taking a few steps back. "Can't we just not do this at all?"

Cade was more and more tolerant with my complaints and comments, not getting angry as much as before.

"Sadly, we have to," he said, not sounding sad at all.

I looked up at him, making my blue eyes big and wide. "Please Cade, don't make me go back in there. Please."

Cade watched me for a second, and then took my hand softly. I felt a swell of success before he said, "You look like a yummy little forest animal when you do that. How appetizing."

I glared, pulling my hand away. "I refuse."

"Too bad," Cade said, smiling like this was some kind of game. "You don't have a choice, really. I also don't remember telling you that you were allowed to rebel so often."

I flinched as he grabbed my hand and slung me into the dark, letting go and laughing.

Screaming, I fell down the stairs, landing on the cement floor. My hands and elbows burned, my skin most likely scrapped off.

"Jerk!" I yelled, cradling my stinging arms.

Blood welled, dripping down my arm. I caught my breath as I tried to staunch it with my shirt, the pain flaring up. I looked around me, but again I couldn't see. I was growing tired of the strain I felt being in the dark all of the time.

Luckily, I thought, I hadn't broken anything.

"Well, you smell delicious as always. The nice ones always do," said a voice, a hand pulling my arm away from my body. "You're bleeding."

"W-w-who's there?" I asked, fear making me unable to move, the darkness amplifying the effect.

Fingers slid up my arm, touching my elbow lightly. "It's me, Kane."

His fingers swiped over my scrape lightly, wiping away the blood. I heard the sound of him licking his fingers and became nauseous and scared. I shook, trying weakly to pull my arm away.

"Imagine how much better this blood would taste if there was raw meat with it, no?" he whispered, sniffing lightly.

Voices from the direction of the stairway told me that Cade was talking to someone else, not paying attention to me…to his brother.

"The look of fear on your pretty little face is tantalizing," Kane whispered, pulling me closer slowly.

I whimpered, tempted to yell out to Cade. Ask him to save me.

"Don't worry," Kane whispered in my ear, his nose pressed into my hair. "This will only hurt for a second. I'll make it quick, as a favor to you."

An animalistic snarl rose, I could feel him shifting around me, his hot breath blowing against my face.

I screamed, unable to help myself. Hey, no one said I was the bravest character ever. Not every protagonist was the hero.

I was yanked backwards, dropped on the stairs, and sounds of a fight arose. Snarling and biting, howling and whines. I was partially happy that I couldn't see what was going on. A loud whine pierced the air, a crash and a low growl. I waited, wondering who had won.

After a moment I glanced behind me, the door was still open, the nervous man standing there, unsure of what to do. I scrambled up, climbing the stairs using my hands and feet. When I reached the door I threw myself out, sliding on the floor past the man.

"Please!" I cried, looking up to him. "I'm b-begging you! Lock it!"

The man looked from me to the darkness. Footsteps arose, someone was climbing the stairs. I had no doubt in my mind that it was Cade.

"P-please!" I cried, pushing myself to my knees, then struggling up onto my feet.

Green glinting eyes peered at me from the darkness; I was just able to make out the outline of Cade's face. I ran to the door, pushing the man aside and throwing my weight against it. It moved slowly, nowhere near the speed I would need. Cade placed his hand on the door, shoving it outwards. I fell back, smacking my head on the floor. Stars burst behind my eyelids as a hand dragged me up. I whimpered, opening my eyes to face Cade.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, his worried eyes searching over me. "What did he do?"

I was unable to answer, the relief and surprise blocking out my thoughts.

"Chloe?" he asked, shaking me a little.

I shook my head. "I-I'm f-fine."

He heaved a sigh of relieve, leaning heavily on me. I supported his weight, unsure of what to do, of what was going on.

The man coughed, pushing his large glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Are you going to want safe exit, Cade?"

Cade nodded against me, "Try not to alert them of our absence too quickly this time, will ya?"

I was confused. Were we leaving? Escaping? With Cade?

"I can't leave without Simon," I said, pushing at Cade.

He pulled away, his shirt soaked in blood. "We have to leave now. We can't rescue your friend. Nor do I really want to."

I backed up. "No. I'm not leaving without Simon."

Cade frowned. "You don't have a choice."

The man walked away brusquely. "You better leave now Cade."

"Let's go," Cade urged, grabbing my hand and heading for the maze of white hallways.

I tripped along behind him, trying to think of something, anything, to get him to help Simon. I remembered the blood.

"Simon's a sorcerer, he could heal you, and me, and he would be helpful to have along," I lied. I didn't even know if Simon could heal people. At this point, it didn't matter.

Cade paused, throwing a glance down a hallway to the left. "A healer…" he muttered.

"Fine," he snapped, diverting from the original course.

Was he hurt bad enough to want a healer? It didn't look like it, so why did he change his mind?

I held my breath as he stopped in front of a black door, sizing it up.

"Let's hope they stopped observing him," he said, leaning back a little and kicking the door.

It splintered, blowing completely off its hinges. I ran into the room, Simon sitting in the center. A glance up at the pane of glass told me the doctors were gone.

"Simon!" I cried as he looked up warily. "Come on!"

He stood, hugging me tightly, until he spotted Cade. "You!" he shouted, pushing me behind him.

"Not now Simon. We have to leave Cade's…helping us." I grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the room.

Cade cursed, taking my hand as an alarm blared through the building. "What did I tell you? This was a bad idea."

We ran for it, heading for the front doors. As soon as we reached the lobby, guards poured in after us from all directions. Each was holding a gun filled with, what I hoped were tranquilizer bullets. At least if we got shot with those we wouldn't die.

At the sight of Cade everyone backed off, unsure of what to do. We ran outside, the large gates our last obstacle until freedom.

"What the hell Chloe!" Simon yelled, glaring ahead of me at Cade.

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to keep pace with Cade. "Beggars can't be choosers!" I shouted back.

"Open the gates!" Cade howled, not stopping his run.

I felt nervous as the guard made no move to open them. Would Cade have time to stop? Or would we slam right into the gates? Suddenly, the gates whirred open, I couldn't believe my eyes. How could we run out of this building, practically scot free? A shot rang out behind us as we cleared the gates, a bullet whizzing by my head. Jinxed it.

"My car's gone!" Cade yelled in frustration, not stopping at the road but running towards the forest instead.

I was falling behind, unable to keep up with Cade's werewolf speed. Simon was even ahead of me, tugging me along. Cade snarled, jerking me to off my feet and throwing me over his shoulder. I looked back, watching the guards line up outside of the gate. What were they doing? All of them fired at once, their bullets pelting the ground around us, hitting the trees. When we were past the forest line Cade slowed, dropping me to the ground. I looked back, the guards not making any attempt to follow us.

"Are they going to chase after us?" I breathed, leaning over, panting.

Cade shook his head, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "They're going to wait until nightfall, then release the dogs."

Fear stole into my chest. They were going to set Cade's brothers on us? There was no way we could get away.

Simon sighed, his fingers intertwining with mine. "We have to keep moving."

I almost wanted to thank him for not mentioning Cade, until he glared at the werewolf.

"Thanks for all your help, but we'll be going now."

Cade stared, almost smiling. "Sorry little boy, but Chloe's mine."

I winced as he dragged me against him, Simon's face as hurt as if I had told him I hated him. I felt Cade leaning into me, his weight too hard to bear.

"Cade, you're heavy," I complained, twisting around to look at him.

His eyes glazed over, closing as he collapsed onto me. I yelped, Simon's arms pulling me away from Cade. I leaned back against Simon, his arms around my waist, studying Cade. Five darts were imbedded into Cade's back, all slightly green tinted.

"He was tranquilized," Simon said in awe. "Like the dog he is."

I was unable to comment, still trying to get a hold of my thoughts.

"Let's leave him," Simon said, pressing his face onto the base of my neck.

I shook my head. "No. We can't."

"Chloe?"

I glanced up, a deep voice I had heard only in my dreams the past few days rebounding through the woods.

"Derek?" I whispered, scanning for his muscled form in the trees. Could it really be him?

The bushes parted, Derek pushing a path through, Tori following reluctantly behind. I smiled, my heart pounding with joy and relief. We were together again!

Derek looked at me, smiling, but then he noticed Cade on the ground.

He growled low, balling up his fists and lunging for him. I dashed between them, throwing my arms wide and blocking the way.

"Derek! Don't! He helped us!" I shouted, closing my eyes and waiting for Derek to crash into me like a freight train.

The wind blew around me, but I staid standing. I opened my eyes, Derek's face a few inches from mine, looking confused and hurt.

"What?" he asked, astounded, probably thinking he had heard wrong.

I let my arms fall to my sides, feeling tremendously tired. "He helped us escape."

Derek said nothing, his eyes boring into mine. My stomach knotted up, a familiar feeling. A blush rose up my neck, creeping into my cheeks. Derek leaned forward still, his hand sliding down my arm, searching for my hand. I shivered, unable to look away from him. Suddenly, his eyes widened, his hand yanking my arm from my side.

"You're bleeding?!" he exclaimed. "How did that happen?"

I sighed, feeling slightly disappointed despite myself. He would notice something like that at a time like this.