Charlie

I sent Bella a text two hours ago and haven't gotten a response. It's eating at me.

"Smith!" I call to the Deputy sitting at his desk. When he looks up, I motion him over.

"Yeah, Chief?"

"Anything come up in your search?" I lower my voice and look around to make sure we aren't being monitored. Don't like having that feeling in my own station, but it's not mine anymore. Not right now.

"Not too much." He pulls out his notepad and glances through his notes. "A few towns with outbreaks of flu like symptoms, nothing out of the ordinary. Besides that, just a few whack job conspiracy theorists."

"How whack job?"

"The usual. UFO sightings, Bigfoot's in my backyard, secret government testing facilities."

"Try me." I sigh.

"Let's see. There was a sighting of a flying light fifty miles east of Seattle three months ago. Local authorities investigated and determined it was a medical helicopter. Some people claim it's a coverup and it was an alien craft."

"Nope." I shake my head.

"Woman spots large footprints in her backyard, claims to have seen Bigfoot on her porch, turns out it was just a barefoot Peeping Tom."

"Nope."

"How about this? Remember that tiny town a few years back who had that outbreak of wildfire and most of the town was destroyed."

"Yeah? It was horrible. Got called up there to help out." It came so quick, in the middle of the night. People had no warning. I pulled so many bodies out of those houses, I didn't sleep for nearly a month. "Damn near whole town died." When you're a town of about fifty people, catastrophe like that is the end of everything.

"The lone survivor claims that there was a government testing facility located just outside the town and they accidentally released a biological weapon of some kind. Started the wildfire to cover it up."

"Say what?" My brow furrows. That doesn't sound right.

"Guy has a video blog. I wouldn't put too much stock in it, Chief, he also believes that the President is a robot replacement and the real one died two years ago in that attempted assassination. Wouldn't call him too much of a credible source. Sounds crazy to me."

"About as crazy as an entire high school of kids being held hostage with no explanation on what's going on?"

"I see what you're saying. You think it's the same thing?"

I start to wonder what would have happened if the press hadn't caught on. If this thing is anything like what happened before, and our little town could have been burnt to the ground, with all of us inside it. Someone would have been pulling our bodies out. Makes me shudder just thinking about it.

"I don't know, Smith." I sit back down and run my fingers through my hair. I need a shower, need a toothbrush, need a sane moment away from this. "Get me Carlisle Cullen."

"Huh?"

"Carlisle Cullen. Find him. Bring him here. Now." Bella said to talk to him. I guess that's the only thing I can do right now.

"Yes, Chief." Smith nods and disappears out the door, grabbing his jacket and keys along the way.

I look down at my phone again. Where are you Bella?

Edward

"Have you guys seen Bella?" I lean into the gym, where Alice and Jasper are shooting basketball. Emmett and Rosalie sit in the stands, Emmett still looking as pissed off as ever.

"Not since we left you guys in the room," Alice says, dodging around Jasper for a quick layup.

"Okay." I walk up to Emmett and offer my hand. "We cool, man?"

He hesitates before taking a deep breath and slapping my hand. "Cool."

"I'm going to go find Bella, we'll be back." I turn and go back into the hall. I check the Cafeteria and even call into the girls restroom closest to our hallway. Then, I head back to her homeroom, thinking maybe she's checking in with Angela.

When I'm almost to her door, I know something is wrong. Very fucking wrong.

It's all blocked off with frosted plastic, but I can see people moving inside.

"Hello?" I try to pull the plastic aside.

"Step back please, sir," someone says from behind me.

"What?" I put my hands up as a natural reaction and step back. "What's going on?"

"I'm afraid I can't disclose that information." A suit steps between me and the room. "You'll need to step away."

"What happened to the students who were in that room?" I ask. "Were they relocated to another room?"

"No, sir."

"What happened to the people in the room, man?" I'm feeling brave and protective and everything else, so I step in his direction.

"You need to step back, sir."

"Stop with this 'Sir' bullshit, where are the girls who were in this room?"

"It's none of your concern."

"None of my concern?" My cheeks are hot, my palms sweaty. I don't know what to do but pace. "My...friend was staying in this room, and you're telling me her whereabouts during a fucking pandemic are none of my concern?"

This time, he doesn't say a word. His silence pisses me off.

I charge him, surprising him enough that he doesn't catch me when I slip around him and burst through that plastic and into the room. Two other suits look up at me and stop what they're doing...cleaning up a huge pile of blood between Bella and Angela's cot.

No. No, no, no, no.

"Where is she? The girl who was in this cot?" I pick up the cot off the ground. "Where is she?!" I scream, tossing it across the room.

"Code black," one of the suits calls into his radio. "Code black, immediate assistance required."

Code black, what the Hell is that?

I pull out my phone and start to dial my dad's number. I don't know what he's going to do, but I just need to talk to him.

"Edward?" He answers.

"Dad, they took her, she's gone..."

Before I can get another word out, I'm grabbed from behind and my phone falls to the ground. I hear him talking on the other end, but all I can do is scream as they pull my arms behind my back.

I feel a sharp pinch on the side of my neck and then my body goes limp and the world goes black around me. I'm gone.

I wake up, my limbs feeling like they're full of concrete and my head all foggy. I don't know where I am, I don't recognize the walls or the floor or this makeshift bench I'm laying on. My clothes are gone and I'm in nothing but a pair of hospital looking pants.

The room I'm in is no bigger than a closet, all white walls except for a door in front of me with a glass cutout.

I stand, my legs wobbling a bit. I hold on to the wall as I make my way to the window, hoping to see where I am.

When I look out, I see a room full of windows like mine. All of them empty, except for one.

One face, staring back at me. One face, one that I've come to know well over the past couple fo weeks. The last face I wanted to see in a place like this.

Bella is staring right at me, her eyes wide and her face as pale as the walls around me.

"Are you okay?" I call, unsure if she can hear me. She nods her head and points back at me. I nod.

"Are you sick?" She shrugs. Doesn't know.

"I went to your homeroom, I saw the blood, I..." I trail off, unable to think of the image that was going through my head at that time.

"It was Ang," Bella calls. Her voice is all muffled behind the glass, but I can make out what she's saying. "She's sick, Edward."

Shit.

"Well, let's just sit tight and wait this out, and we'll be out of here soon." I nod, hoping to convince myself as much as her.

I'd give anything to be able to walk out of here right now, but I won't leave without her. I won't.

She puts her hand up to the glass and offers me a smile. I do the same, wanting nothing more than to be able to touch her.

We stand at the glass until we're too tired, and then we both retreat to our so-called beds and sleep as much as we can, which for me isn't too much. My body is still weak from whatever they injected into my neck, which hurts like a motherfucker, by the way.

And despite the fact that all I want to do is break out of here, and grab her, and run, I wait. Hoping, praying, that we walk out of here alive. And together.

A/N: Hi all! Sorry for the delay on this, I had kind of a change of heart with a few things on this storyline so it took me a little longer to rework some things. Hope you liked hearing from Charlie AND Edward this chapter :) Poor E and B, will they be able to get out?