A treat and a cliffhanger for you oh so patient reviewers as I still recover from my wisdom teeth extraction. The recovery will take longer than I thought as a notice an incision gap in my gums today. On the other hand, the spoon diet is not too bad once you get use to it. And on we go.

Olivia felt incredibly stiff and immobile. To move would either hurt or require a lot of force that she just no longer had in her. But soon she was slowly able to open her eyes and adjust to all the bright lights that were hitting her. She was lying down strapped to a medical bed it seemed. The room she was in looked like a hospital room with only one window. She turned her head and saw what looked like a beach outside.

Looking over Olivia was him…whoever he was. She recognized her captor by his eyes but the rest of her face was covered in surgical gear. A sharp needle was instilled into her arm. The broken arm now had a good cast and so did the leg. The needle was taken out and the man went to inspect the contents.

"O-negative. You're a Universal Donor. This works out perfectly."

"What are you doing?" she moaned.

"Just relax," he said. "…while I go and get the child." The man had his back turned to Olivia now as he removed his surgical coverings and then grabbed a jacket to go outside.

"No…Ella…" Olivia's speech began to slur and she was starting to feel dizzy. There was nothing she could do now but lie there and wait for the inevitable.

The man meanwhile walked out towards the beach. He knew there was no place for the child to go so she had to still be on the island somewhere. He checked the docks first. All his boats were still there. But then he saw something lying on the rocks not too far ahead.

He ran over and found it was the girl, lying on her stomach and coughing up water as he picked her up and carried her over the shoulder.

To Olivia's horror, she saw the man bring a soaking wet Ella into the room and placed her on a medical bed next to her that she was unaware of was there until now. "Ella!"

She could hear her moaning. "Aunt Liv…"

The man, now back in his surgical suit, was applying a similar needle into Ella's arm and was drawing blood out of her.

"What are you doing to her?" Olivia demanded.

"I just need to drain enough blood out of her for the transfusion."

"Transfusion?"

"Yes, the child will be the first of its kind. The first to ever have Cortexiphan donated from the recipient of another."

"NO!" Olivia began to wriggle madly. "I won't let you do that to her! She's my niece! Let her go!"

"Well, in that case. That will just let the bond between you two become stronger won't it? Of course you won't have a use for the Cortexiphan in your blood like she will. The compounds only function better in the developing bodies of children. Once they become adults the drug becomes weak on the organs."

Olivia was still yelling and screaming from her bed. Ella meanwhile was starting to get pale and dizzy from all the blood being extracted out of her but the man was now beginning the process of taking the blood he took from Olivia's body to transfer into Ella's.

By this point Ella was unconscious and unaware of the new blood going into her body. When the process was done the man removed the straps from Ella. "I will place her in a better room for recovery," he said. "She'll need plenty of food and rest for the Cortexiphan to travel through her entire body…and then the extraction will begin."

"What?"

The man said no more and just left Olivia as he took Ella to a bedroom and hooked her up to an IV to rest.

Olivia meanwhile began to feel dizzy herself from her loss of blood.

A few hours later…

Ella woke up in a strange bed with a needle in her arm. She was feeling strange but couldn't pinpoint what it was. It felt like she had woken from a nightmare. She was feeling far more anxious and terrified than she ever felt before.

"Aunt Liv?"

No one answered. She noticed how loose the needle felt in her arm and was able to pull it off with a slight tug. Slowly she crawled out of bed and looked around. On a nearby table she noticed her Aunt Liv's jacket, her wallet and even her gun.

She walked past the table and quietly leaned out against the doorway. Still quiet. Maybe there was no one here. But what was she to do? Should she run out? Where would she go now that she knew that they were on an island?

The thought then occurred to her that she should find a phone. There might be one somewhere in this house. She quietly tiptoed down the dark hallway until she began to hear a beeping noise and what sounded like running water.

Ella peeked into the former room she was in. Her Aunt Liv was still on the table unconscious. And a man was at the sink washing his hands. She then watched as he opened a cabinet and began to acquire sharp tools, knifes and drills that he placed onto a tray.

She quickly retreated back into the hall and ran back to the room she woke up in, hoping that the man didn't notice her up.

She waited…and nothing.

Desperately, Ella shifted through the items on table. Going through her aunt's jacket, she finally found what she was looking for…her cell phone.

But it was dead.

At that moment, footsteps were heard. Ella whimpered until her eyes were glued to the gun. She knew it was wrong. Aunt Liv had told her that it was not a plaything but a deadly weapon that should only be used to protect people from severe harm.

But wouldn't this be considered such a situation?

Without even giving it a second thought, Ella found herself grabbing the gun with her small hands and then stepped out into the hall.

The man was standing there, a crossed look between shock and humored on his face.

"Give me the gun, little girl."

Ella lifted the gun up, unsure that she was holding it right. "You leave my Aunt Liv alone."

"I won't harm her anymore than you would me," he said. For some reason, Ella knew that he was lying. Still she was deadly afraid and she could've sworn that the room was changing before her eyes. But she was too afraid to turn her attention to that. "Now give me the gun."

"No." Her fingers wrapped themselves around the gun in a desperate attempt to hold her grip…unaware that she had inavertedly pulled the trigger.