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Fear and panic in the air

I want to be free

From desolation and despair

And I feel like everything I saw

Is being swept away

Well I refuse to let you go

I can't get it right

Get it right

Since I met you

Loneliness be over

When will this loneliness be over

Life will flash before my eyes

So scattered and lost

I want to touch the other side

And no one thinks they are to blame

Why can't we see

That when we bleed we bleed the same

I can't get it right

Get it right

Since I met you

Song excerpts: Map of the Promblematique by Muse

"WHERE IS SHE?"

"TELL ME WHERE SHE IS YOU FUCKIN' BASTARD!"

Miles struggled against the bind as the rope, cut and ingrained itself into his wrists. His wrists were tied and suspended above him, while his eyes were blindfolded.

"Aw no need to be so hostile Miles. We all knew you'd end up here eventually."

The unnamed man spoke calmly with a hint of laughter in his voice. Miles tried to get a sense of where he was, but he couldn't pick up anything. No smell, no noises, no nothing! Except for the voice that was talking to him. The man seemed to possess an accent that Miles couldn't recognize.

"You brought this upon yourself Miles. Why couldn't you just behave like a good boy? Like you used to."

The man walked around Miles and quickly undid his blindfold before stepping back. Miles' eyes adjusted to the bright light right above him. It was a working light! Fuck.

"You're exactly right." The man stepped back around to face Miles.

He didn't recognize his face, but knew that he was one of Monroe's men because of his uniform.

"You see Miles, if you had said yes to General Monroe, we wouldn't be here. Putting your little friends in danger. Tisk, tisk. What a selfish thing to do."

Miles stood up straighter and looked at the man directly and asked, "Where are they?"

"Well let's not get way ahead of ourselves now. You'll have plenty of time to see your friends. But as of right now, we have something very special planned for you. Courtesy of Mr. Monroe himself."

The man grinned devilishly and turned around to blindfold Miles again, before he stepped out of the room and locked it behind him. I need to get out.

Don't leave me…Miles. MILES! Charlie's eyes fluttered open and winced at the brightness. Her eyes adjusted to the surroundings and she realized she was in a very spacious bedroom. Someone's bedroom. Panic began to settle in as she recalled what the last thing that happened to her.

She quickly got out of the bed and ran to the nearest window. Oh my God. Charlie was back in Monroe's territory and it wasn't hard to guess whose room she was in. She began formulating a plan and looked around the room for any object that would come in handy. While she continued searching, she didn't notice someone entering the room.

"Looking for something?"

Charlie spun around and her eyes landed on a figure wearing the Monroe uniform. Her eyes travelled up to meet the man's familiar smile.

"Surprise, surprise!"

"WHAT THE HE-"

"Yup, it's me. Surprised? You must be." He walked towards her in a limp before he scooted a chair from the nearby study desk and sat on it.

"Long story short, I was never with you guys in the first. Sure I might have had the occasional melt down or a touching moment here and there, but hey that made it more legit. You see Charlie, I learned that being a coward isn't going to get you anywhere but killed. So why be killed when you can turn yourself around. Then WALLAH! We have the new and improved Aaron."

Charlie stared at him in disbelief and her head was pounding.

"Look, you're not a bad kid Charlie but then you kept on interfering like the meddling kid you are and eventually ended up on my bad books too. I just wanted to get the pendant and get out but then YOUR uncle had to go make it all complicated and then poor me was stuck with you guys till I knew we'd end up coming here. Good work sure does pay off, except for my leg, which got shot. Those fuckers got hell for it too. Oh! I totally forgot! Your mom, Danny and Nora are here too. Well they're definitely not getting the same treatment as you. Anyways, my story was supposed to be short. Reason why I came in here is because I needed to tell you that you have to bathe and change into the clothes that are laid out for you on that drawer. Don't try any funny business. We have people coming in here to give you a helping hand."

Charlie hadn't uttered a word at all. She stood in silence taking in the new information. She trusted Aaron. She had trusted him. This wasn't the same Aaron she knew. This is an imposter who infiltrated the real Aaron.

"I hope you dress to impress. We have someone who is very eager to meet you." He smiled at her, stood up and staggered his way to the doorway and closed the door behind him.

She sunk to the floor and sobbed into her hands. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. I want to wake up. WAKE UP! Where's Miles? MILES! The sound of the door clicked and two women and a man in uniform walked in with supplies in their hands. The man stood by the door, while the two women came towards Charlie.

It must have been hours before anyone came for Miles. Two men with guns entered followed by the man unnamed man from before.

"What the fu-!"

Miles jumped down from the top of the entrance and grabbed the Monroe soldier and twisted his neck, while acquiring his gun and shooting the other in the head. He looked at the shocked unnamed man and pointed the gun at him, "So what was it you were saying about special plans?"

Charlie didn't put up a fight because she knew it would be of no use. The women set the bath water into the tub and told her to remove her clothing. She quickly removed them and stepped into the warm bathtub. They proceeded to add bath salts that smelled of sweet jasmine and a hint of vanilla. The older of the two women began washing Charlie's hair and she flinched.

"I'm sorry…" She looked down at Charlie with sympathy and looked away.

The other woman looked a lot similar to the older woman, she assumed they must be related. Mother and daughter. Charlie sat still as they worked on her for her, while she longed for her family. How did she get herself into this? She should have been more vigilant. She hated herself for being so foolish and thinking that Miles would think of her in that way. Blood was blood after all. She couldn't dwell too much on something that she knew could never be, even if she wanted it badly enough. Putting her feelings aside, she was determined to get the hell out of there when she gets the chance and to free her family.

As soon as she knew it, they were drying her hair and putting a dress on her. It was a long, black lace dress. The sleeves came up to her wrist like second skin and her back was exposed fully before dipping low and covering the bottom half of her body. There was a slit in the front of the dress and it came up a little higher above her left knee. The embroidery on the lace was beautiful and elegant, something that Charlie would have never thought of wearing ever in her life. And here she was wearing it. The women styled her hair into a bun, slightly letting her fringe fall onto her face. They applied blood red lipstick on her lips before stepping back and retrieving black heels. They both stood in awe and almost in unison they said,

"Beautiful."

Charlie turned to face the mirror and she couldn't believe she was staring at herself. This wasn't the girl who had lost her father and came on a journey to find her brother. This was a woman who had overcome so many hardships and was once again in a battle to regain peace into her life.

Before the women stepped out, the older woman looked around before slipping what looked like a little screwdriver into the black heels. She turned to look at Charlie and nodded her head before the Monroe soldier escorted them and himself out of the room.

"Where have you taken them?" Miles growled before pressing the gun into the man's temple.

"Monroe's going to kill you, you son of a bitch!"

Miles punched the man in the face and was rewarded with a bloody nose. He positioned his finger onto the trigger and asked again,

"Where have you taken them?"

The man knew and had heard the stories about Miles Matheson, the former general and co-creator of the militia and didn't want to take any chances.

"They're down in the cells. There's about 3 or 4 men posted there."

"Thanks." Miles pushed the man forward and shot him in the head. The room must have been sound proof because he hadn't heard anyone running towards the chamber. He carefully opened the door and snuck around without being seen and made his way to the holding cells. He did build this place after all.

"Let's go." The same soldier came to retrieve Charlie from the room and escorted her out into the hallway. The man guided her into a corridor and closed the large door behind him. Charlie observed her surrounding and took in the aroma of the food that was expelling from the table ahead of her. She approached the table cautiously and stared at the banquet before her.

"Lovely isn't it?"

Charlie turned around to the sound of the voice and stood still. The man was fairly built, with short dark brown tuft of unruly curls, dressed in a white collared shirt accompanied by black slacks and black shoes. His eyes were a light blue and pierced Charlie's own. His eyes ravished her whole body until it landed on her face.

"You're more beautiful than I had imagined." He said matter-of-factly.

"I hope no one troubled you, and if they did, please do tell me. I'll deal with them accordingly." He smiled at her softly before he started walking towards her in slow strides. He stopped in front of Charlie and extended his hand and took a hold of her right hand before kissing it.

"My name is Sebastian. Sebastian Monroe."