I Currently have nothing else on my computer but this chapter ( for Heartless that is) I'm sorry but the next chapter wont be for a while. (SORRY NATASHA!)WRITTER'S BLOCK! If anyone is willing to help me out with this block, I would love that! Like if you want to write the enxt chapter or something lol But whtever hehe

Previously in "Heartless":

Lance and Sophie go to a local Beach Cleanup where Sophie has a strange experience with the water (waterbending anyone?)

Chapter three

As we drove home, I looked out the window, noticing a few stray rain drops had fallen onto the window glass. The skies were crying… and I had to laugh. Where had that thought come from? The skies… crying?

I think I was really going mental.

When we were home, I told my mom I wanted to do my homework on the porch… yes, WHILE it was raining.

In some strange way, I loved the rain. Never the lightening or thunder that followed but always the rain. I loved the way it tickled my cheeks as it fell down from the sky.

As I stepped outside, I turned to make sure Lance or my mom hadn't followed me out, and then I ran into the light storm, spinning in circles as I let the raindrops fall onto my tongue. It all tasted like spring even if it was the end of fall.

Leaves crunched behind me and a twinge snapped.

I abruptly stopped spinning, feeling a bit dizzy and overwhelmed. I held my head as everything blurred.

Trying to get back inside, I slipped in a puddle of rain water and fell on my back in the middle of the street. After that everything became a blur. I heard voices but they were so distance and I felt an arm around me, but did not recognize the touch and I could still hear the rain has it pitter pattered on the rooftops. But I could not awaken from whatever sort of state I was in.

I felt something wet on my forehead and I tried to sit up but found that my head was still spinning.

"Don't try getting up," Panic overwhelmed me. Who was there?

I turned to my left and right frantically trying to find out where I was. I still couldn't see quite clearly but I knew I wasn't in my own house.

The bed underneath me was soft and the warm blankets around me made me feel so comfortable even in the given situation.

Someone was sitting next to me; this shadowy figure seemed familiar, even in my state of semi- consciousness.

I tried to sit up again to get a better look at his face.

"I said you shouldn't get up, you'll just pass out again." The figure grew taller. I think he stood up but I couldn't tell.

"Who…who are you?" I asked feeling out my voice to see if that was still working. Nothing else seemed to be, like my sight and my ability to move properly.

The stranger grunted and turned away from me. I didn't even know him and he already hated me. What a joy ride this whole day turned out to be.

"Can you at least tell me where I am?" Once I'd found my voice, there was no way he was going to stop me from inquiring the truth.

"My house." He said simply, like that made everything so clear.

"Which would be… where?" This he laughed at.

"North Riverside."

I gapped at his shadowy figure. North Riverside was where all the spoiled rich kids lived. The room did look pretty expensive, even in blurred vision.

"North… Rive…Riverside? Are you like a billionaire or something?"

He laughed at me. That was it; this guy was getting on my nerves.

"How'd I end up here if I fainted all the way back at my house?" I held me head and suddenly I could see clearly. My eyes darted right to the guy who'd "kidnapped" me from right in front of my house.

He was muscular and his skin was a stage between tan and pale white. But somehow… I liked it.

He had dark hair and dark brown eyes. They just pierced through me.

"Well I didn't kidnap you if that's what you were thinking?" ha-ha, yes that was EXACTLY what I was thinking. He's a rich criminal and he's psychic. Everything was just getting better and better.

"Then why am I here?" I barked. He narrowed his eyes at me and snatched the wet cloth from my forehead.

"Fine don't thank me for all this shit I've done for you." He stormed out of the room; I could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.

"God what the hell's his problem," I mumbled to myself as I lead by head down on the pillow. I was so super uncomfortable with this whole situation. I mean, here I was in someone's house, no… scratch that… in a KIDNAPPERS house and all my senses were wack-o. I couldn't even Kung fu kick his butt if I wanted to when my legs felt like jell-o under the blankets of this stranger's bed.

I realized all at once with a sigh of relief that I wasn't in the guy's room. It looked more like a guest room. I mean I'd seen Lance's room, the female models and band posters on the wall, dirty underwear on his floor, bed unmade and who knows what under the pile of trash by his bed. This was not a male teen's domain.

Maybe he did really live in a freakin' palace.

I sat up, relieved that all my senses were finally in check.

My eyes widened as I realized I hadn't even gotten his name. I mean, okay, I had no idea where the heck I was and this guy could be like a total pervert for all I knew. I was in his house far from my own and in a strange bed; I mean if he were… maybe he would have done something already … but still…

It scared me.

I quickly got off the bed and looked around to see if I could find my shoes. He'd obviously taken then off of me.

"Looking for these?"

I swallowed hard and slowly turned in the direction of the door.

He stood there, holding out my flip flaps in between his finger tips.

Quickly I came toward him, but not close enough to touch (just in cause my predications were correct), and without thinking I snatched my shoes form him and put them on.

Just when I thought I could maybe pass him out the door, he caught me by the arm.

"Let go of me!" I shouted and silently cursed myself for not having my pepper spray.

"Whoa! Would you chill?" he gently let go of my arm and I felt a little relieved. But wait… why wouldn't he let me leave at all? Did he have some sick reason for me to stay…?

"Please just let me go… don't hurt me please…" Okay, okay this was all getting a little out of hand. Now I was talking to him as if I was a War Prisoner.

He stared down at me for a moment, our eyes caught. The feeling that jolted through my body at that moment made me back away. It scared me. This feeling wasn't like anything I could recognize.

"I never said you couldn't leave. I just didn't want to you to start to walk and faint again." He sighed and moved out of the way to let me through the doorway.

For a moment, I wasn't sure if it was real or not. Like maybe I was still dreaming.

"Go on, you said you wanted to leave." The guy said, indicating toward the hallway.

"I…"Why was it that I was at a loss of words. I couldn't seem to speak.

The guy sighed and grabbed my arm.

"Fine, I'll show you the way out. You can easily get lost in this place."

He pulled me out of the room and into the hallway which seemed never-ending. The walls were lined with beautiful velvet wallpaper that I longed to touch.

"You live here?" I asked, even though he'd pretty much answered that question earlier.

"No, I live on the other side of the house. This is the guest corridors." He explained.

"Guest Corridors? You mean there's a whole other part of the house?"

He laughed at me and didn't answer. He just kept pulling me down the hallway.

After that I didn't really remember much. Everything seemed to meld into one big whole. I'll tell you this much though, the place was huge! At some point in our travels, we passed an indoor pool with a giant rock waterfall in the corner. Water splashed down into the silent pool. It was very tranquil.

Several times we passed maids and butlers who bowed in our presence. It was like this guy was royalty!

There were millions of rooms, all with a different purpose. I couldn't even begin to tell you what types of room there were because I couldn't even remember them all.

Finally went we came to the front of the house, I was in awe of the beautiful white marble staircase that led to another section of the mansion.

"Would you stop gapping at everything?" the guy said sighing in frustration.

"I'm sorry, but this place is huge. My house is as big is one room in this place."

I could see him smile a bit but as soon as it appeared, it vanished.

"Come on, I got to get you home before…"

"Ethan where the hell have you been, you know dad didn't want you leaving the house. You're grounded."

We both turned slowly toward the stairs.

On top of the star case was a tall girl with short black hair, she wore a black mini skirt and a long sleeved red top. She looked kind of punk in a preppy sort of way.

"Why do you even care Melanie?" my kidnapper narrowed his eyes at the new comer on the stairs.

"Because dad put me in charge while he was gone. He said he didn't trust you… and I can see why." The girls gaze tore from my kidnapper and darted start toward me. I swallowed hard. That gaze was anything but pleasant.

"Oh Shut up Melanie, it's nothing like that and you know it."

The girl laughed and walked past us, but not before knocking into my shoulder

"Ignore her, she's a bitch." The guy, I now knew as Ethan, mumbled under his breathe.

"Your… sister?" I asked.

He nodded and pointed to the doorway.

"My car's outside, I'll take you home." He said, but it didn't really sound like a kind gesture but more like a nuisance

"Thanks," I said with a kind smile. I mean, I'd grown up in a family where such phrases as "Thanks you," "Please", and "Your welcome". Even if he was arrogant.

However, instead of a "Your welcome" I got a grunt and a "Don't expect me to be your friend after this."