A/N: Please forgive me for any glaring innaccuries and such during this chapter. As I have not seen "Bunker Hill" I don't know what Earth is like. So I am using my creative license to describe Earth.

Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone. –Percy Shelley

Despairing Blackness

Anwen opened her eyes as the sounds of voices came closer. She moved herself closer into the darkness in a vain attempt not to be seen by the Nietzscheans.

"They're raiding earlier than usual," she thought as the voices passed by. She saw two pair of feet walk by.

"These kludges are starting to get uppity," griped a male voice.

"Aw, quit your whining," replied another male voice as he walked by.

Anwen gave a silent sigh of relief and her breathing became more relaxed. Before she could enjoy it, a large hand grabbed her leg and roughly pulled her out.

"Put me down, you bastards!" she yelled as she was held up in the air. Harsh baritone laughter filled her ears as blood rush to her head.

"Looks like we got a feisty kludge," said one of the Nietzscheans.

Anwen could feel the Nietzschean's dark green eyes bore into her. She fidgeted as he looked at her tattoos.

"It appears this one's an Amazon to boot," he said.

"Which level?"

"Protector," he replied disappointedly as he eyed the two spears tattooed between her collarbones.

"I'll have you know, I'm damn good at my job," Anwen retorted. She felt a sharp blow to her head and causing her to yelp in pain.

"See I told ya they're becoming uppity, Henry."

"Shut up Yosuf, and let's take this Amazon kludge to the holding center," replied Henry harshly.

Anwen saw her cousin Sunny holding her hand over Coras' mouth to prevent the child from crying. She gave them a smile, but her insides wanted to scream in pain. She saw tears cascade down Cora's face before blacking out.

Anwen awoke with a pounding headache and confusion. She looked around trying to remember anything before. She let out a little sob as the image of Cora crying came to mind.

"Cora, sweet wonderful Cora. I'm never going to see her, again," she said softly.

"You should be happy she didn't get caught," said a soft, calming female voice.

"I know but Cora was one of the only things I had left from my family," Anwen replied.

"I know the feeling, sweetie," replied the woman.

"Lexa, stop filling her head with nonsense," scolded another woman.

"Carnie, why don't you cram it?" replied Lexa coldly.

"Ladies, I think we should give the new one some space," ordered a female voice.

"Uh, thank you………."

"You can call me, Annabelle," she replied with a small smile.

Anwen returned the smile and said "I'm Anwen by the way."

There was a jolt and Anwen blacked out, again.

The woman on the bed let out a piercing scream and then was silent. Suddenly her body started to convulse. Rev Bem gently eased the woman on her side and noticed that the tattoos formed a necklace of sorts. Slowly the convulsions stopped and it was then Rev heard a clinking sound as something hit the ground. He gently eased the woman onto her back and saw lying on the floor were two metal disks with writing on them. He picked them and turned them about while trying to figure out the writing. It was like nothing he had every seen in his life. The door opening caused him to look up, and see Harper walking in.

Harper walked slowly into the med bay and saw his older sister lying there. He saw that she'd finally cut her long blonde hair short. His proud, older sister was lying there helpless as a newborn.

"Is something the matter……." Rev Bem started to say.

"That's my older sister. Someone I thought I'd never see, again," interrupted Harper as he walked over to her. He gently picked up her hand and squeezed it gently. The woman's blue eyes opened and looked at Harper.

"See Zee?" she asked.

"I'm here, An. Everything going to be better, now," he said.

Anwen painfully searched for the disks.

"The disks! I can't find them, See Zee," she said frantically.

Rev Bem cleared his throat getting Harper and Anwen to look at him.

Anwen let out a loud, piercing scream when she saw a Magog standing behind her younger brother. Her breathing and heartbeat rapidly increased as old memories came flooding back. She tried to get up but Harper forced her down gently.

"Anwen, it's okay. He's not going to hurt you," he said calmly as he pushed her down.

"How do you know that?" she said.

"He's a Wayist, Anwen."

Before Harper could say anything more Beka and Dylan rushed in. Harper offered them a faint smile.