It was always the same objective. Every day she'd wake up, take a cold shower, eat whatever grey colored meal was slopped onto a tray and shoved through the slot, in her door. Then she'd wait for until they decided that they had use of her. Some days all they did was run tests on her, taking her blood prodding with her with all these devices.

Then if she was lucky she'd get another meal of cold grey slop and wait until it was lights out. If she was even luckier no one would visit her at night and she'd be able to sleep. But days like these were fun. Mission practice they called it, as they reminded her of how bad she was. All magic-touched were bad people and they needed to be exterminated. Even though she was bad she could do some good by exterminating magic touched like her.

That's why she liked this room, it was the only time she got to see the sun and so many people, and she had to find and exterminate the magic-touched, before it killed a certain amount of people. She'd go to bed without dinner if it was anything more than a certain number. If she did good occasionally one of the kinder guards would give her treat. Her favorite snack was chocolate, but she hadn't seen the nice guard in such a long time.

She stops and looks around the crowd of people, usually there was screaming right now. Someone always screamed, and she would follow it and find the magic touched, but this just look like a normal bustling street filled with people. She frowns and looks around she wasn't allowed to attack any civilians, they were normal, and they were good.

She hesitates, she wasn't allowed to converse with the people, but she couldn't figure out where the magic-touched was. She looks up when she spots a little girl with an ice cream staring up at the telephone poles. She follows the gaze to notice that there were hundreds of birds lining the telephone wires. It was only then that the entire street grew dark, and she could hear the flap of wings, causing her to turn and nearly fall on her ass, letting the rusty sword graze her chest. She feels pain immediately and looks down in surprise. That had hurt. She had been a step to slow, but there wasn't any blood.

Her mind went through her options she would get to play longer if she summoned a weapon, but one of the innocent people would die and she'd be punished. She frowns and raises her hand. She doesn't say anything, she never needs to, but it was a threat and she needed to eliminate it quickly. There's a loud crack as she flicks her wrist, and she realizes far to late that she may have used too magic as the magic-touched is destroyed bursting apart, as cracks begin to form around her feet causing a loud groaning sound, which causes her to cover her ears.

The entire area around her flickers, and instead of the darkness that she'd been surrounded by the are flickers. Turning a bright blue, before yellow and then green before finally flickering a bright white. There's a loud groan as if the room she was in was protesting at its treatment before the fissures around her feet begin to spread climbing the walls quickly. There were flashes of people appearing beside her, causing her to jump back in surprise. Was this part of the test? She didn't think so, which meant that she'd be in trouble, she had hurt them, or hurt someone.

A door appears that she's never noticed before, and suddenly it opens, and a group of her guards come rushing in with their weapons in hand. She was definitely in trouble, she had probably hurt a lot of innocent people. Quickly she drops to her knees and puts her hands on the back of her head. She recognized some of them and some of them really liked to punish her.

They slowly surround her, and she looks at them, still not moving hoping that if she didn't do anything they wouldn't punish her. She grimaces when they slowly start moving towards her, and she resists the urge to swipe away one of their clubs.

"I'm sorry. It was an—"

She feels two prongs hit the back of her neck and suddenly her muscles tighten and the feeling of muscles rapidly contracting and relaxing at a high speed causes her body to go rigid, as pain rips through her body. She tries to scream, but nothing comes out as black spots start to appear in her vision and the rooms swim.

Santana grunted as she lugged the heavy bag of trash towards the large dumpster behind her bar. This is why she needed to hire someone to do this for her, she loathed taking out the trash. She pauses for a moment taking a quick look of her surroundings, but she didn't see anything. It was just a little bit after three am, and she knew that there were weirdos around at this time of night. "Go to med school, my papi said. Become a doctor, but what do I do? Open a god damn understaffed bar." Santana bitches as she hoists the bag and tosses it into the dumpster.

"Now to wipe down the bar, and then I can finally get to bed," Santana groans. Then she was going to see about hiring someone to take out the trash. She'd pay them in food or something. She smirks pleased with her cleverness and heads back inside her bar, when there's a loud crash near the dumpster. "God damnit, trash pandas again?" She'd probably have to pay someone to deal with the damn racoons. Maybe Brittany could deal with them, she liked the filthy creatures—she turns to hopefully chase them away and put a rock on the top of the dumpster when she spots a figure balanced perfectly on the edge of the dumpster going through it. "Hey what the hell are you doing?" Santana demands moving to the dumpster frowning, no one ever got the drop on her.

The figure turns and all she can see behind the mop of blonde hair, who had her hands filled with some of the nachos she'd thrown out.

Santana blinked, the woman was definitely barefoot, and her clothes seemed damp, it had been raining from last night. She immediately moves to cut the woman off when she turns to run, "Whoa. Where do you think you're—" Santana freezes she could feel it almost radiating off the girl, pure magic. She squints, and a few spells as well had been placed on her as well. She looked skinny—no that wasn't the right word for it gaunt, and her red clothes sort of hung off her body. "Do you want to come inside?" Santana said immediately. "I'll make you something nice to eat."

The woman stares at her, in a way that sort of makes her slightly uncomfortable. She wasn't in the habit of just inviting random homeless people into her bar, but the kid looked like she was barely out of her teens.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I'll make you a sandwich and you can have some soda," Santana says gently. Brittany was far better at this then she was. It would have been easier dealing with a racoon. "Come on, I'll let you pick what you want to eat," Santana said gently as she pointed to the open door. If she trusted the police she would have called them, but she needed help not jail. And with the magic radiating off this girl like a beacon, it wouldn't take long for either the government, corporation or worse the templars decided to get into a pissing match over the damn girl.

The girl drops to the ground extending her body in a weird jerky movement and takes a step towards the door.

Santana nods and slowly walks backwards watching as the girl slowly follows her, finally entering the kitchen area of her bar. When the woman doesn't move she sighs and grabs a bag of nachos and empties them into a bowl and dumps some salsa and sour cream onto it before pushing it towards the girl. "Sit. Eat. I'll get you something to drink." She moves to the fridge still keeping her eyes focused on the woman who was holding the bowl and sniffing it. Who hadn't had nachos before? She shakes her head and grabs a can of soda opening it and pushing it towards the woman, making sure to keep her distance.

The woman starts shovelling the food into her mouth quickly, her eyes widening at the flavors. She looked up at Santana like she was some deity of food.

"That's not even a proper plate of nachos," Santana said with a shake of her head. She could probably do a grilled cheese sandwich for the poor girl. Maybe she'd add a bit of bacon to the sandwich too, she looked like she would keel over at any moment. "So—are you lost or something?"

The girl doesn't answer now looking at the fizzy soda that's in a bottle.

"You drink it," Santana informs her, watching as she brings it to her lips and takes a mouthful, she seems to like the sweetness as she begins to guzzle it down. It made her wonder about the last time she had eaten before. Santana shakes her head and finishes prepping the grilled cheese sandwich. "If you want more food you're going to have to work with me here, I need a name to call you." She watches as the woman debates saying anything for a moment. Maybe she couldn't speak at which case demanding that was pretty—

"Charlie."

"Nice to meet you Charlie." Santana says as she finishes the grilled bacon and cheese sandwich and puts it on a plate for Charlie. She grabs the bag of nachos and places some more on the side for the plate for Charlie who had finally sat down on the stool.

Now with the light of the kitchen Santana could get a better look at the girl, and she can't help but wince at her battered and bloody feet, and she was certain that there was a few flecks of blood on the girl's clothing. She didn't look as thin as she had before, but she personally doubted the girl was anywhere close to a healthy weight. It seemed that plying her with food was the only way to pry information from her. She pushes the plate towards Charlie for a moment before pulling it back watching as her eyes trailed the sandwich. "Are you in some kind of trouble?"

The words seem to cause Charlie to tear her eyes away from the food for a moment and look at her blankly, not answering before turning back to look at the food.

"Okay, are you hiding from someone?" Santana presses and this is responded with a shrug. She's not sure if she should take it or not but she splits the sandwich and gives half of it to Charlie. Who is still staring at the other half of the sandwich a look of concentration crosses her face, and suddenly the plate is pulled from her hands and skids across the counter towards her. It's enough to cause her to pause, that had happened before, someone had used withholding food on the poor woman before, she reaches to touch the woman who immediately flinches, forcing her to rethink her approach. She tried to rack her brain to figure out what Brittany had stated about getting a stray to trust her.

Corporations didn't treat the magic-touched as cattle, they were well paid and protected if they were useful, even the government wouldn't do this, the magic-touched were perfect little soldiers. Which really only left the Templars, and she wasn't aware that they were had magic-touched operatives though it would make sense, that they had kept her in some lab somewhere. "You're a templar aren't you?"

Charlie shakes her head and continues to munch on the sandwich as the kind lady puts more of the sweet fizzy drink in front of her. Whatever this was she liked it a lot.

Santana raised a brow at the answer, and shook her head, she wasn't certain why she had lied, the Templars were the only one that made sense. With a sigh she kneels down to take a better look at the injuries to her feet and looks up at Charlie for a moment she seemed to be focused on her sandwich. The quickest way to get this kid to trust her was to show her own magic and she really didn't appreciate the fact that there were bloody footprints in what was once a pristine kitchen. She touches one of the injured feet calling on her own magical well and healing the injured limb.

The reaction was swift as Charlie practically jumped off the stool tumbling backwards as she stared at the woman who was still kneeling on the ground. She looked down at her foot, which no longer hurt and then back at the woman. "You're magic-touched."

"I am," Santana said looking at the spilled food and sighing as she picks it up and tosses it in the trash. She watches out of the corner of her eye as Charlie seems to process this. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live," Charlie states after a moment raising her hands.

"Interesting," Santana said she could feel the immense power radiating off Charlie, no one had taught her how to suppress her gifts, which seemed to be immense, she had probably revealed herself as a child. Because the amount of magic that she could feel was abnormal. Had they done things to her to get her to be this vessel? She was surprised that Charlie hadn't lost a limb or killed herself for that matter. "Before you kill me, I just want you to know the Templars will probably find you and then you'll never get to eat like this again. If you're okay with that, you know go ahead." Santana said calmly. She was not going to die in her damn bar. Putting Charlie down was an option, but she was certain it would destroy her bar. It was a gamble, but Charlie didn't seem like a hardened Templar, and she'd had many a run in with them in the past.

The magic stopped immediately, as it dawned on Charlie that she was right.

Santana blinked at the quick turn around and watched in shock as Charlie took a seat back down on the stool, she had expected to say more or dodge some sort of attack, but Charlie didn't seem to have a will to fight anymore. "What happened to not letting a witch live?"

Charlie shrugged her shoulders, "You're right. I've never had good food like this before," Charlie tells her.

More confusion crossed Santana's face. Charlie had only said her name before this but now she seemed very talkative. And changing loyalties over who fed her good food was weird. This whole thing was weird. "You're talking now?"

"I'm not allowed to talk to God's children, but you're like me so I can talk to you. They never said I couldn't."

"The Templars? I thought you said you weren't a Templar," Santana pressed. She needed to know how to handle this situation.

"I'm magic-touched, I'm not a Templar," Charlie said staring at Santana, she seemed nice and it was confusing to her. "I'm evil, the Templars are good, they're incorruptible, they're going to save the world from people like me, and if I help then I might be forgiven for being born like this, and I won't burn in hell."

Santana blinked, the way she had said it so matter flatly left her feeling very sick to her stomach. They had done a number on her. She should have just left it alone, she had spent years bitching at her best friend Brittany Pierce about feeding strays, but she apparently hadn't listened to her own advice, because she had just done exactly that. She pinches the bridge of her nose and takes a deep calming breath. "Okay, I'm going to make you another sandwich and I'm going to heal your injuries, and then you're going to tell me about how came here." She'd use the time to figure out what to do with Charlie. She'd also take the time to permanently remove any tracking magic that she had on her. After which she'd call Brittany and figure out what to do next.