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Chapter One- Taken
Chelsea's POV
I promised my mom that I would be home by twelve and it was half past one, so I was sure that I was going to be in trouble when I got home. My best friend Taylor had a ''surprise'' party (they had hinted it out several times over the past week and had told my mother because she was also hinting) for me as it was my birthday and it went from a harmless party to a drinking one. I didn't drink, I have to clear that one up. Our friend, Zach, had brought a few twelve packs and a bunch of people from our school, Maple High, along with him. I have to admit, it was a surprise, but a bigger one was yet to come.
I had to walk home because I didn't have my license because I had only turned sixteen that day. I didn't really mind as we had only lived two blocks apart. If you looked at my house from a half block away, you couldn't tell that anything was wrong.
I walked up to my front door with my key at hand, ready to unlock the door when it opened. 'That is weird' I thought. There wasn't any wind so, I thought that maybe it was my mom, waiting to catch me and punish me. But there was nobody in the living room, well, i thought that there wasn't anyone in the living room.
Next thing I know, someone grabs me from behind, grabbing mouth to keep me from screaming. I swing my leg back and hit him (must have been a him, he fell grabbing himself) between the legs and took off through the living room but made it only half way into the utility room before another person jumped out with this stick pointing at me. This was when I finally took notice of the black robes and the mask the two were wearing.
I heard a scream from behind the guy with the stick. It was my little sister. As he turned to see where the scream came from, I jumped on his back.
''Run Valarie! Run!'' I yelled at her.
Valarie ran to the other side of the house.
The guy threw me off his back and yelled, ''Pretrificus Totalus"
Next thing I knew, I was stiff and lying on my back. The guy stood over me, while the other guy joined him still holding himself.
''Bloody kids.'' He mumbled in a British accent. "When I get the chance-''
''Watch it, Macnair!'' The other guy interrupted, who also had a British accent, ''The Dark Lord might not like you trying to harm his heir."
By that time, I thought that maybe I had lost my mind or maybe I was dreaming.
''Well, it is going to be hard to apparate with her being conscience,'' the guy with the stick was saying. "We'll have to stun her."
'What was going on?' I asked myself. I had never heard of the word ''apparate,'' and what did they mean by "stun"? I was truly lost.
"Alright," the Macnair guy said.
''I'll stun her and apparate to the Headquarters.'' The other one said pointing the stick at me (AN: For all you sick people, I mean his wand.) and saying "stupefy.'' I was out after that.