Alex moaned as she began to open her chocolate brown eyes. Her yellow suit was opened at the chest, bloody bandages covered her chest and stomach. Her hands were tied to railings of a medical bed with chains. Her head was pounding, it was almost like someone was taking a hammer and slamming her in the head. Once her vision cleared from being blurred, she carefully glanced around. The walls around her were rotting and falling apart, there wasn't much light in this room. There was a sudden sharp pain that came from her chest. Alex tensed as she heard the sound of heavy footsteps against the wooden flooring.

"Who's there?" She questioned.

"Good to see you're awake, WOOHP Spy," a man's voice answered, however, Alex couldn't see anyone.

"Who are you?" Alex asked. "Why are you hurting innocent people? Why did you kill those kids?"

The man in the stitched mask came into the light. Alex cowered back, she was terrified. She had no idea what this man was going to do to her.

"You ask too many questions," he said. "But that doesn't matter. Let's cut to the chase and begin with: who are you?"

Alex glared at him, making no sound. The pain was overbearing mostly, however she then shook her head.

"Why would I tell you?" She replied.

"I know that you're one of WOOHPs special agents," the man said, placing the blade of the scalpel against Alex's cheek. "Yes, I know what you are. Now, tell me your name."

"Alex," she admitted.

The masked man took the knife off against her skin. Underneath the mask, he smirked.

"Why scar my chest?" She questioned. "Why not my face like your other victims?"

"Do you understand why I've been doing all of this?" He asked.

"W-What do you mean!" She yelled.

"I've been doing this for one special WOOHP agent," he replied.

"What are you talking about?" She questioned.

"I'm doing all of this for you," he answered before he knocked her out once again.

…

It was already half past midnight, no sign of Alex nor the man with the stitched masked. Jerry, Sam, and Clover's worry was only growing. The agents that were sent into the forest to search for Alex came back, only with one thing in their hand.

"Were you able to find Alex?" Jerry asked.

"No sir, the only thing we were able to find was this," one of the agents said, answering Jerry's question as he handed him a bagged pink compowder that was spotted with blood.

"Thank you," Jerry said, grimmly.

Both Clover and Sam ran over to where Jerry stood, seeing the pink compowder wasn't a good sign.

"Alex," Clover said.

Clover put on her DNA Scanner Sunglasses to check the blood on the compowder. It came back with a match, it was Alex's. She took them off and lowered her head.

"Without it activated, we can't trace her to the exact location," Jerry said.

"The Earring Communicators!" Sam said. "If we are in range, we can see if Alex can give us a clue on where she is."

"Good thinking, Sammy!" Clover replied.

Sam pressed on her Earring Communicator, waiting to get a signal. She could already hear the signal coming from Clover's communicator. Finally, another signal came.

"Alex," Sam said. "Alex? Are you there?"

"S-Sam?" Alex's voice came through the other side.

"She doesn't sound too good, Sam," Clover said.

"No, she doesn't," Sam replied, before she returned to talking to Alex via her communicator. "Alex, do you know where you are?"

"Some sort of… m-moldy run down house or… something," Alex answered.

"Sam and I will come find you," Clover paused. "Stay put, Alex."

"Not like I can go anywhere," Alex replied.

"We'll be there soon, Alex," Sam said.

Jerry placed his hands on both Sam's and Clover's shoulders with the look of worry in his eyes. He didn't want to see his spies ending up hurt or worse, dead.

"Be careful, girls," Jerry said. "Our suspect might still be there. You could be going straight into a trap."

"For Alex's sake, we would go to hell and back," Clover replied.

"We'll let you know if we are in need of back-up, Jerry," added Sam.

Jerry nodded and watched the two of them head off in their search for Alex.

…..

"I will give you five minutes to talk, worthless son of mine," the man behind the mask growled as he shoved a frightened man into the same room Alex was in.

Alex knew this man too well. When the man stood up and turned around, she saw a scar across his face. Her brown eyes widened.

"W-William?" She asked.

"Alex," he replied as he walked closer before he wrapped his arms around Alex carefully. "I'm sorry."

"What do you have to apologize for?" She questioned, burying her head against his arm. "I suspected it was you under that mask."

"I don't blame you for suspecting that, Alex," he said, pulling back from the hug. "That mask has haunted my nightmares since my childhood."

"Will," Alex paused, carefully taking out the Homing Stick Pin from her pocket. "I want to hold your hand."

William soon sat next to the right side of the bed she was chained on, taking ahold of her hand, not knowing that he was holding one of her gadgets as well.

"What my father is doing has been going on for years, it's been a family cult," William began speaking again. "It all started with my great-grandfather, Waylon Reads. The secrets of the cult have been passed down from the male heir in the "Reads" family. However, I want nothing to do with my father's side, the cult, none of it."

"What does it mean to scar the face?" Alex questioned.

"It means that that they rejected the offer, and now must be punished for their transgression," William paused. "If you agree, you become a faithful member. Your shoulders get scarred."

"Then, why did he not scar my-?" Alex began to ask.

"You were chosen to be my forever mate, Alex," William answered. "Even though I'm not part of the cult. I'm still part of the family."

Alex's face flushed a deep shade of crimson before the pain in her stitched wound began throbbing again and she gave a small tight squeeze against William's hand. It also activated the Homing Stick Pin which was now in William's hand.

"I wish that I could've been told your secret another way-," William said.

"Will, forget about that, you know now," Alex replied before she lowered her voice into a whisper. "What I gave you will help us track you. Please keep it hidden, don't look at it, don't take it out, and keep it with you."

William blinked at her. He was confused about what she was telling him, however, he did what she said. He stuck the Homing Stick Pin in his coat pocket.

"Will you find your way out, Alex?" William asked.

"I will," she answered. "You better stay safe, William."

William nodded and pressed his lips against hers; this time, Alex had gently kissed him in return. They had heard the door open, they pulled away soon after as their eyes laid upon two girls standing at the entryway, it was like something out of a horror movie. They both braided black hair, deep stormy blue eyes, and matching blood red dresses.

"Father says you've exceeded your time, brother," Willa said.

"We've come to fetch you," Whitney added.

"Willing or not," they spoke in unison. "You will come."

William glanced at his twin younger sisters before he bent to whisper something into Alex's ear, then he walked over to them willingly. As far as Alex could tell, his sisters were brainwashed to be apart of this family cult.

…..

A familiar tone came ringing from both Sam's and Clover's compowders, both of them came to a halt on their jetpacks backpack. Both of them grabbed their compowders from their pockets.

"Let's see what this is about," Clover said.

"The Homing Stick Pin has been activated!" Sam answered.

"It has!" Clover replied.

"This will make it easier to find Alex easier," said Sam. "Let's go."

…

By the time the other two spies got there, the Reads were gone and so was the signal. Sam kept glancing down at the screen. Before she glanced up at the large worn down building that stood in front of her and Clover.

"Something tells me that we need to search in here first," Sam spoke.

"Me too," Clover said.

Sam reached for the door handle and the door fell off the hinges causing both girls to jump.

"Okay, that's not what I was expecting to happen," Sam said.

With flashlights attached to their suits they began looking around from room-to-room. So far, there was no sign of Alex. Clover walked up to the third floor of the building and came to a room that still had the door still adjar. She poked her head in slightly as she began looking around, with her flashlight. She then saw someone shivering. She then entered the room and began approaching the bed to see that Alex had cried herself to sleep, and she was freezing. She used her Earring Communicator to get in touch with Sam.

"Sam, I found her," Clover said.

"You did?" Sam paused, replying through her earpiece. "I'll be up in a minute. I'm taking some evidence photos."

Clover took out her Laser Lipstick and began to cut the chains from the bars of the bed. She stayed with Alex before she glanced down at the bloody bandages on her friend's chest. Clover's eyes widened, she felt sick. She thought that she was going to vomit. Alex began muttering things. Clover couldn't really understand what she was talking about. Soon, Sam came up to the room Clover was in and saw the condition Alex was in.

"I was expecting her to be in better condition than this," Sam sighed, grabbing the fallen sheet from the ground and covering Alex's shoulders and below with it.

"I was too," Clover replied. "What are we gonna do, Sam? We can't take her back to Jer like this."

"Maybe call Jerry to see what he thinks we should do," Sam pulled out her compowder and began calling Jerry as she sat down next to Clover on the bed.

"Hello girls, were you girls able to find Alex?" Jerry asked.

"Yes, however, she's in pretty bad shape," Clover answered.

"It looks like our suspect scarred her chest instead of her face," Sam added.

"I see, give us one minute to track your location and WOOHP will set camp there," Jerry said.

"Thanks, Jer," Clover paused. "See you soon."