Emma's POV

Chapter 4: The Accident.

"Hello, Emma. Long time no see, isn't it." He smiled sinisterly. I couldn't believe this, my Dad was possibly a wight. How was this even possible? He never showed any sign of a peculiarity when I was younger, he never wore contacts as far as I knew of. If he was a wight when I was with him, why didn't he feed me to a hollow? He clearly was not being held back by his love for me. This all was just not making sense.

"Take a seat." He gestured to the chair across from his desk. I sat down with cation. Maybe this place was to torture innocent female peculiars, then after they are no longer useful, they get fed to the hollows.

"Do you know what this place is?" He asked.

"No, not actually." I responded.

"This is a place where reckless girls go. Funny thing, my guards thought you were Kathrine Harris, you both have long blonde hair."

"Really, a mistake." I said sarcastic in disbelief.

"Kathrine Harris, age sixteen, long blonde hair. Robbed a convenience store, and killed the clerk." He read from this beige folder.

"Let me see." He handed it to me, apparently he was telling the truth, but the girl looked nothing like me. Her eyes were closer together, she had a long scar across her left cheek, and she had bangs.

"But since you apparently are taking her place, I have an offer for you." The sinister grin was back, this wasn't good.

"You work alongside me here, you won't be jabbed anymore, and you get to come home with me, or you can stay where you currently are, and receive the same treatment as the others. What do you say?"

"Are you a wight?" I asked plain out without thinking about it first.

"A what?"

"A wight."

"I have no idea what a wight is. Now, the answer to my question."

"I would rather rot in hell, than team up with you." Then I spat on the ground.

"Okay, have it your way." I was escorted out of the room. As we were leaving I heard him whisper something to another guard.

"Only B7 for her, got it, not H5."

"The perspective changer?"

"Yes"

I was shown back onto the couch, one gas masked guy was coming at me with a needle, I tried to avoid it, but to no surprise, I got jabed again. The needle went into my right arm, I didn't feel any different. Then I had a brief two seconds of doubt about what I had just done, but it passed.

I was in to condition to fight, so I just cooperated. My sides ached with pain, I could see a little blood seeping through my blue dress.

We made a stop at the room that said 'salon'. I was placed in a chair. A man approached me with scissors, I didn't care if it hurt, I was going to fight back. Nobody comes near me with scissors, and gets away with it.

Once when I was still new at Miss P's, Enoch came in my general direction with scissors, I kicked them right out of his hand. I got a talking to from Miss P about how to not be afraid of anyone in the loop, then I got complimented on my fighting skills.

The reason I didn't like people coming near me with scissors, was because of my Dad. He used to cut my hair when I was little, this was against my Mom's wishes, but he still did it. He would do it so violently, my cheek would bleed every time. Since then, I would be on edge when people came near me with scissors, which was unfortunate for many people in my class, when it came to craft time.

I kicked the scissors out of his hands, then I got jabbed, like no other jab I had experienced before. While I was trying to recover from the blow of the jab, I was restrained back. My feet were tied down, so were my wrists.

The man picked up his scissors, and cut nearly three inches of my hair off. Now it was just barely hovering above my shoulders.

After that, I was escorted to the infirmary, where my wound was 'treated' with the same B7 stuff.

Lastly, I was shoved back into my cell, and chained up again, like an animal. Not even the zoo kind, pure restraintment.

I leaned against the wall thinking about how the day had started, and how it could have possibly ended like this. I worried about Jake, I worried about my baby.

I didn't want to have him here, I'd rather have him in a public bathroom, or in the middle of an argument with Miss P about the fate of the baby, anywhere but here suited me fine.

I still didn't completely buy that this wasn't a wight institution. My Dad hadn't given me enough solid non-forged proof that it wasn't, but I had come across many of them, most recently a couple days agos. They had shown no traits of wights, but I wasn't going to stick around long enough to find out.

Morning came, I was woken up at 5A.M by the loudspeakers. The gas masked people came in, and unchained me. I was feeling mederocer to say the least. Twelve hours had passed since my last jabbing, so my sides were feeling alright.

As the gas masked guy unchained me, I bolted for it, they chased me, I blew them back.

I ran down the hallway faster than I had ever run before. I came to the door, it was locked with a big padlock. I grabbed a bobby pin from my hair, and picked the lock. I had to blow the guards back a little more in the process. Finally the lock opened, I was running out of there at full speed.

I ran through the forest, the fresh air had never felt so good. The guards were starting to catch up, I blew them back again. I tripped on a tree root, I scraped my knee, but that was the least of my problems at this point. I kept on running, I came across a road, it seemed deserted. I had no time to look, I had to keep running from the guards. Suddenly I felt the worst pain in my entire life on my side, I fell over, and things go black.

Jacob's POV.

I couldn't believe any of what had happened today. Emma had been in a loop for almost her whole life, who could she have known or met that could have wanted to kidnap her?

A horrible thought came to mind, what if she willingly went with this person? Maybe he was an ex-boyfriend? I didn't know much about Emma's past. He came to ask her to be his again. The guy woke her up, they went somewhere to talk, and she realized she liked this other guy, who she can understand, when they are speaking. No. That wasn't it. She wouldn't wouldn't be with another guy, while she's pregnant with my child. What if she was a couple days pregnant when she came to Miss P's loop, and it was never discovered till the loop was destroyed. It could be his baby, she just thought it was mine, but seeing his face, she realized it was his. No. This was all too crazy, Emma wouldn't have done this, I was just over reacting to this stressful situation.

One more theory came to mind. Sure this would probably be unlikely, but it gave me hope. The pin was just there, she went back to the ship, because she forgot something she had to do. Yeah, that was it. The only weird thing going on was the loop to Florida, Miss P would surely know about it, and my mind would be at peace.

I walked back to the ship, my hopes high.

"Jake, where's Emma?" Olive asked me, my bubble of hope bursted.

"Isn't she here? With you guys?"

"No. Haven't seen her since this morning. You two went bolting out of here."

At that moment I had no choice, but to accept reality. Emma had been taken by someone, or something. The way Olive looked at that moment said a thousand words, she really cared about Emma, in a sisterly way of course.

"She's gone. Someone took her." I treaded lightly while saying that sentence.

"What do you mean, someone took her?"

"We fell asleep on the beach, then I woke up, and she was gone."

"You're pulling my leg, aren't you? A little joke. Come on out Emma, the joke is over."

"I'm not joking, she's really gone."

"What! You can not be serious, can you?"

"Sadly I'm not."

"We have to tell Miss P." Olive was now in a panicked state, and I couldn't blame her, I was worried out of my mind for her. What could have happened to her? For all we knew, she could have been hurt, or even worse, dead. No, I wasn't going to go there. I had to have hope she was alive, or else I would have a complete breakdown.

We walked to Miss P's office to tell her the bad news.

"Miss P, we need to tell you something, It's Kind of devastating." Olive started.

"What is it?"

"Well…., Emma's been taken." I hesitated to finish the sentence.

"By what do you mean, she has been taken?"

"We were sitting on the beach, not far from here, we fell asleep, when I woke up she was gone. I looked everywhere. I found some things."

"Just because she was not there, does not mean she has been taken."

"I found a loop entrance. It's in the cave to the far left of the beach, it goes to a beach in present day Florida, near my house."

"That is interesting, I will have to check that out. Thank you Jacob for informing me."

"I also found this covered in sand a couple feet from where we were sitting." I showed Miss P the pin, and her expression completely changed.

"Oh my, this is not good."

"What's the matter Miss." Olive asked.

"The Residence for Reckless Girls."

"Is that what RFRG stands for?" I asked.

"Sit down, I will explain." We sat down at Miss P's oak desk.

"RFRG stands for Residence For Reckless Girls. It is a horrible place where girls are taken. It is practically a prison. Girls are taken there because of hansestadt deeds they have committed. I once had a peculiar in my care who was so mischievous, about twelve when I met her, around your age when she was taken. Her peculiarity was air manipulation. She was similar to Emma, but she did not require lead boots to keep her grounded. She could blow wind like Emma, hold her breath as long as she wanted to. When she went swimming, she did not need to come up for air at all. There was a dark side to her peculiarity, we all have one, but this one was especially dark. She could take the air out of things, for example, she could deflate balloons by just breathing in, that skill also applied to people and rooms. She could single one person out, and take the air out of them, so they would die, or she could massacre a whole room, leaving all of the people in the room gasping for air that was not there. One day she went too far, and was charged with murder, cause- suffocation. She had an uncontrollable temper, the tiniest things would set her off. The unfortunate thing that set her off the time she got caught by the police was running into her birth family. She bumped into them at the beach. When she saw them, all the horrible memories of their abuse overwhelmed her, the situation was not helped by the family's continued ridicule towards her, when they saw her. Making remarks about her being a freak of nature, and other things along those lines. I read her file that I got a hold of from the police, it read, 'this young female is, in common terms, a psychopath. The victims have been identified as her biological family. She will be taken to The Residence for Reckless Girls, to be detained'. I talked to some other caretakers of girls that were taken there, that is when I learned about how awfully dreadful the place is. Enoch knew her a little, he was still adjusting when she left. Eight years passed before I met another peculiar with the peculiarity of air. At first when I heard there was a female peculiar with the peculiarity of air at a circus, I thought it was her. I was mistaken, but without mistakes, I wouldn't have met you or Emma."

"That is a sad story." Olive commented.

"Yes, it is." Miss P responded.

"What was the girls name?" I asked.

"Her name was Rosie, short for Roselynn. If what you think has happened, Emma's life is in intense danger."