Last one for now. I might post another one at 4-6am-ish, depending if I can get to sleep or not. I probably won't end up falling asleep 'cause I kinda drank a full can of Twisted Lemonade, which is half a liter and has 14g of sugar :P

DISCLAIMER; TooBusyBeingAnAwkoTaco does not own T39C or their characters only her own (You're going to meet 2 more of my OC's in this chap xD)

I stepped off the plane and the cool breeze greeted me first. I really felt bad about ditching them back at the mansion, but this is something I needed to do.

The first thing I did when I left the airport was get a taxi to Pembroke. Trust me, I prefer any other city because this one is just... Not me.

But I had to go. So I watched all the buildings and trees whiz by. When the taxi driver dropped me off at a Tim Horton's, I grabbed a newspaper off a table and read the main heading;

'ESCAPED'

'43 year old Reznov Dragovich from Moscow, Russia had escaped Hamilton-Wentworth Detention Center after being sentenced a stay in there for the rest of his life. He had killed many people, but the police caught him after 28 year old Helen Wizard and 30 year old Shawn Wizard were shot 5 years ago by Dragovich, leaving their 8 year old daughter Lindsay and 6 year old son Luke to live with their relatives in L.A.'

I rolled up the newspaper and shoved it into my backpack, trying hard not to flip the table. I bought a coffee and left, continuing my mission towards home.

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I stood in front of the house in pure amazement.

There, tangled up in vines and almost completely hidden from the world, was my house. Broken windows and graffiti from stupid teenagers, but otherwise, it was okay.

Don't get me wrong, our house was huge. Like, almost-mansion sized. But over the years more trees and plants grew until they took over the house.

I managed to bust the door down. It fell with a solid THUMP. Seeing the inside, I was even more shocked.

It looked exactly as it did 5 years ago; pictures hanging up, furniture in the same spots. I could tell some teens had been in here recently, because of the cans and broken furniture.

I ran upstairs to my room. I saw everything I had remembered; the same bed, dresser, closest filled with some clothes I left behind.

Across the hall in my brother's room I found all his little action figures and toys. I smiled faintly at the memories.

The one room at the end of the hall I forced myself to go into; my parents room.

The door creaked open. I opened my eyes and gasped. Everything was the same in there, too.

Oddly enough, I thought I felt a presence with me in that room. I don't believe in ghosts, so I didn't think it was my parents. And I was right; it wasn't my parents at all.

"Hello."

I must've jumped a good eight hundred feet in the air. Who—? How—? Whaa...?

I turned around and saw the 4th hottest guy on the planet (Jake first, Xavier second, Zach third). He had black disheveled hair, and dark gray eyes that were very alluring in an creepy way. His smile was pure white, and he wore normal clothes for a kid his age.

"Who the hell are you?" I shouted at him. He just smirked.

"I could ask you the same question."

I scowled. "Seriously, dude. I don't do that crap. Now answer my question."

"Hunter. Hunter Chase."

I cracked a smile. "Hunter Chase? That's um... Never mind. I'm Lindsay Cahill. What are you doing in my house?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Your house? I've been here for 2 weeks and nobody's stepped foot in this place."

"2 weeks? Dude, I lived here five years ago before... I left. Why are you here?"

"Ran away from my parents house. Wanna show them they don't own me."

I burst out laughing at that. "Okay, Peeta Mellark."

He looked seriously confused. "What?"

"Seriously? You've never seen the Hunger Games?"

I would've asked him if he's read the books, but he doesn't look much of a reader to me.

"No... Anyways, I ran away and I found this abandoned house. Came in, loved it, now I'm staying."

"How old are you anyways, Hunter Chase?"

"I'm 15, Lindsay Cahill."

I nodded. "Touché."

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Now downstairs, Hunter was sitting on the island. I looked around at the floor.

"What are you looking for?" Hunter asked.

I glared at him. "None of your business."

Then I saw in. I knelt down and ran my finger over it.

"Careful, you might get a splinter."

"Shut up!"

He laughed.

But right there on the almost-caved-in floor, was a small patch of dried blood.

"Blood?" Hunter noticed. "I saw that a while ago. Do you know who's it is?"

I sighed. "My parents'."

His eyes widened. "That's why you left, right? Your parents were killed."

I nodded. "Right in front of me."

I stood up an brushed my hands on my jeans. "What's it like being a fugitive from your own family?" I asked, wanting to change the topic.

He shrugged. "I mostly rely on my friend for stuff. You know, money, food, new clothes."

I snorted. "Why don't you just get the crap yourself?"

"Because I don't want to run into my parents in town."

"Eh, I guess that's smart enough."

His phoned dinged from his pocket. He pulled it out and read the text.

"My friend is coming over."

"That's fantastic."

"What's with the sarcastic tone, babe?"

"Hey, no one 'babe's me. And I wasn't sarcastic."

"You totally were."

"What kind of 15-year-old guy says 'totally'?"

There was a knock on the door. "Hey, Hunter! I got some more money and you're not gonna believe how I got it! You're gonna be totally stoked!"

Hunter grinned. "That kind of guy."

He opened up the door, and I saw another guy. He didn't make my 'hot guys of the world' list, but he was fairly cute.

He had brown hair that was messy and all over the place, dark green eyes, and he had an ear pierced. He raised an eyebrow when he saw me.

"Whoa, Hunter." He mused. "You've been gone 2 weeks and you're already picking up prostitutes!"

I scowled and took a step closer. "I am not a prostitute, you wanker."

He put a hand over his heart. "Ouch. Hunter, your girlfriend is being mean."

"I'm not his girlfriend. And listen, dick face, if you say one more thing about me that isn't true, I'm going to break your arm. Understand?"

He scoffed. "Yeah, okay. You look as weak as paper."

So, about 30 seconds later, I had that jerk pinned to the ground, ready to snap his arm into a billion pieces, while Hunter was trying to pull me off.

"I'm not weak, you hobnocker!"

"Okay, okay! I believe you!"

I started pushing on his elbow. "Say it like you mean it!"

"I believe you! You're stronger than a Hydra!"

That caught me off guard. While I was trying to remember what a Hydra was, he flipped me over so he was on top of me. I growled.

"Get off."

"No."

"Don't make me."

"Make you do what?"

"This."

I lifted my knees up and drilled him right in the soft spot. Fat ass jerk.

He toppled over and started moaning.

"Lindsay!" Hunter shouted.

I held up my hands in defense. He shot me a death glare and knelt down beside his friend.

"What was that for, you bitch?" The dick asked.

"You were being a jerk. Call me a name again and next time you're going to be in a hospital bed."

"F*ck. You."

I smiled. "That is no way how to treat a girl."

He gaped. "Girl? You're like a f*cking banshee from hell!"

I kicked him in the side. "What did I say about the hospital bed?"

"Lindsay, don't!" Hunter warned.

I scowled. "Fine."

I sat on top of the island.

"So... Lindsay, meet Brett."

I laughed. "Like, those clips little girls wear?"

"No, like the name cool kids have." Brett answered in a low tone.

"Dude, you're not intimidating."

"F*ck off."

"Eat shit."

He put his head back down and continued to groan in pain.

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We sat out back on the porch. I was admiring the little purple flowers that continued to grow in our garden, while Hunter and Brett talked. They thought I was far enough away so they could whisper and I wouldn't hear, but I could hear. And I was listening.

"I don't like her."

"No shit. She kneed you in the balls."

"And it hurts."

"I like her. She's cool."

"Cool? Would you call cannibalistic judo fighters cool?"

"Yeah."

"Piss off, man."

"Hey, calm down. She just came to see her house. She used to live here."

"Live here? I pity her."

"Five years ago, genius."

"Oh. I guess it looked prettier back then."

"Anyways, stop being so hard on her. Her parents are dead."

"Oh. Well, I don't care if her parents are dead or not, I don't trust her."

"Come on, Brett. You've never sounded so heartless in your life."

"Ah, shut up."

"I'm serious."

"Fine. I'll go apologize."

Brett walked over to where I was and Hunter went back inside. Good. I can beat the crap out of this retard without Hunter trying to stop me.

"Hey." I greeted, not looking up from the lilacs.

"Hey." Brett sat down beside me on the wood of the garden. "So, listen—"

"You came to apologize, didn't you?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry for calling you names."

"You don't have to apologize. I should be the one saying sorry; I almost put you in the hospital."

"Eh, it's cool. Really. I've always wanted to go to the hospital."

I laughed. "That would be funny. Walking in like 'Yeah some psycho chick broke my left testicle because I called her weak'."

He shoved me. "It wouldn't be that funny."

I gave him a look. Then he shrugged. "Yeah I guess it would be kinda funny."

I held out my fist. "Cool?"

He fist pumped me back. "Cool."

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Emma's POV

"Can you crack it?" I asked Ian again for the billionth time.

He nodded. "I'll see what I can do. Starling!"

"Sinead." The auburn haired girl grumbled as she entered the room. "What do you want?"

"I need your assistance to crack this code." Ian explained, holding up the note Lindsay had left us.

"Uh, sure. Where's Evan?" Sinead inquired.

Ian started toying with a pen mindlessly. "Places..."

"Ian Kabra, I swear..." Sinead muttered as she left the room to find Evan.

"Ugh," Ian spat in distaste. "I don't need Tolliver's help when it comes to codes."

"Just help us," I begged. "Please, Ian. Please!"

"I said I will. I'll get started if you leave me alone." Ian grunted.

I scowled. "I'll leave you alone of you stop being mean to Tolliver."

Ian actually laughed. "Be nice to Tolliver? That's going to take some practice..."

I folded my arms across my chest "I'm serious, Ian."

"Ugh, girls," Ian muttered. "So pushy."

I kicked him in the shins before walking out of CCC, leaving him to deal with the note on his own.

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Unknown POV

The two over sized thugs stared back at me. Hard.

"Why should we trust you?" The bigger one asked.

I shrugged. "You don't have to. Just do as I say."

"But we don't want to. We left you five years ago, no regrets." The other one argued.

"I will pay you. Cold hard cash."

"Tell me why you escaped again."

"To be free."

They didn't look convinced. I sighed.

"To get revenge. Get the money I need, from the Wizard girl."