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Danni PoV:

It was a tracer.

I snatched it off my boot and stomped it under my heel. Wings was giving me a look, should I tell him?

I gave him an a innocent smile and waved at him. He glared at me, then went back to looking for a match to my mystery person.

Hopefully they hadn't been able to put a fix on my location.

Hopefully.

With my luck an army was probably on their way now. But that brought up the question, why had someone put a tracer on me? I hadn't blown my cover, and I didn't think anyone else noticed my collar, which was probably the only reason for suspicion..

Most likely..

"Hey, I found a match." My head swiveled over in Wings direction, I could think about the tracker later.

"David Henderson, petty thief. American, I don't know how he was able to get in with the Bialyian troops."

I looked at the dude on the screen. He looked about sixteen years old, and he had blonde hair... With light red highlights.

"Iggy?..."

Wings looked over at me, his arms crossed, "So you do know him?"

I nodded, "Yea of course, I told you I did didn't I?" His eyes narrowed, and I got the feeling that he didn't appreciate my sarcasm.

"So why did you call him Iggy? Is that a code name?" He leaned forward, his hands gripping the desk

I looked up towards the ceiling, not good. Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut for once.

"He just looks like somebody I used to know, but now that I look at it, it's not him." A bald face lie. It was Iggy, just younger.

I could tell, it just fit.

I mean his features were a bit different, and his hair was shorter, but it was Iggy. Now that I thought about I couldn't help but wonder how I didn't notice that it had been him. Then again I had only been able to see from his eyes to just above his lower lip, but still!

I was disappointed in myself, I had been a foot away from him, and I hadn't killed him. It was a shame.

Wings was still staring at me, but he slowly nodded. Then he pulled out cuffs and slapped them on my wrists.

I squeaked and pulled at them, but it was to late. "What the hell Wings! What..wh.. why?.."

He glared at me, "You lied, so I obviously can't trust you, which endangers the Team. So you get cuffed." He then grabbed me by my arm and began to drag me away from the computer screen.

Should I tell him? I mean it couldn't hurt me could it? I wanted to sooo badly, but something stopped me. Instead I let him drag me back to my cell.

He flung open the door, then pushed me inside. I held up my cuffs, but instead of taking them off he simply shut the door in my face.

So I stood there, probably looking like an idiot.

I stomped over to my cot and sat down, but as soon as I did it broke out from under me. I fell on the floor and just laid right where I was. A small panel opened on the door, squeaking loudly.

That was usually where food came in, but instead of a delicious dinner of barf on a plate, in dropped a pencil and a piece of paper.

I stayed where I was for a moment, I mean what if it was a trap. Like the Hunger Games or something. A quick way to get me out of their hair.

A few seconds passed by, and when it didn't explode I assumed it was safe to take. I shuffled over to the items and picked them up cautiously. I held them up to the light, knocked them on the ground, inspected every inch of their surface. Nothing seem to be amiss.

I held the pencil in my hand, by nothing seemed to pop out in my mind to draw, or write for that matter. Then the world seemed to blur, and my mind became blank. I looked up at one of the security cameras, but I didn't really see it.

When the world finally came back into focus I immediately wanted to look at what I had drawn. But I was a bit afraid to look. It had been over a year since my last future drawing, and I was surprised to learn that this power still worked.

But then again the loser league probably didn't know about this power, otherwise I'm sure they would have blocked it with the collar.

I slowly lowered may eyes, I didn't really want to see what was on the paper.

It was the forest.

I had drawn the exact same thing!

"Are you freakin' serious!" I crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it across the room. But that was when my mind went slack yet again. My hand flew out and grabbed the pencil, and I began to draw on the floor.

I had no control over what I was doing.

Soon all I could see was the forest, the cabins, the lone body in the distance.

It enveloped my mind, stained my eyes.

It was all I could think of.

Then I felt hands restraining me, someone took away the pencil. They couldn't so that, I needed it! I could feel myself reaching for it, wanting it. But they just kept taking it away. Why were they doing that?

Someone was holding me down, but they couldn't keep me down, the forest was calling me, it wanted me.

Just as much as I wanted it.

I felt something prick me, and my vision started to blur. Slowly it faded to black.

The last thing on my eyes was the forest, and only the forest.

I could feel something cold brush my cheek, and I opened my heavy eyelids to see what it was.

It was snow.

I was outside, a beach.

I quickly recognized the place, it was the same beach from my last dream. And just like last time the same mystery girl was there.

She was facing the ocean, which was still frozen. Her cloak was on, but the hood was down, and her hair was swirling in the breeze.

I could feel the forest, it was still tugging for my attention, but I was able to put it away, here it wasn't important.

I walked towards her, my footsteps crunching on the icy sand.

Her head turned slowly, and small smile tugging at her mouth. "What's up?"

I smirked, "Oh you know, the usual. How 'bout you?"

She crossed her arms, "Good, any idea as to why I'm here?"

I shrugged, "Your guess is as good as mine, but that brings up something. I never did catch your name.."

She smiled, "You can call me Ranger." She then gestured to her cloaks clasp, which had a capital R on it. And guessing from the look of it, it looked to be made of gold, and the R itself looked like it was made of branches, little golden branches.

Cool.

I got the feeling that I probably should tell her my false identity to, but hey, she was in my head, might as well tell her my name.

"Danni.."

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Sorry for the mental breakdown there. I think Danni's goin a bit crazy from being cooped up.

And a HUGE thank you to Red Shade43 for submitting Ranger to me! :)

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