Lucas's eyes squeezed shut, desperately trying to ignore the pain that was throbbing through his arm as the stranger dragged him along a large hall. The hall looked exactly the same all the way through; Dull, Intimidating, Eerie, walls crumbling to pieces as several candle holders struggled to stay attached to the worn walls, a few boring old dust-covered portraits of creepy looking people plastered over random spots... Just like a dungeon in a typical thriller movie.

''Here you are kid,'' The stranger spat, shoving Lucas into a washroom at the end of the hall. ''Get yourself cleaned and dried.''

Lucas looked up at the mysterious person, his eyes were eyes welled with tears, hurt and fear was evident on his face, and he presented an innocent expression that was pleading for mercy.

''What are you waiting for? Get a move on! I'll be back to take you to the procedure room in about ten minutes or so. Be quick or I'll make sure the process hurts more.'' The stranger ignored the blonde boy's plead and instead punched a fist into his hand, indicating that his statement was indeed a threat.

The blonde boy gulped, lifting a weak hand to wipe at his cerulean eyes, too scared to let any tears fall.

The stranger huffed and turned his back on the young boy, eager to return to his 'master' so he could hear the cunning plan in detail again. How that evil freak loved to see others suffer.

Lucas watched the person walk away before running a hand through his blonde locks, struggling to comprehend how he got himself into such a mess. Then he remembered...

''Go on, Lucas! Walk out right now! None of us would care if you went missing!''

Those piercing words that his twin brother had told him just hours before this situation were coming back to him, haunting him, making him feel even worse - if that was potentially possible...

Lucas let out a loud and frustrated sigh as he balled his fists, rubbing at his eyes again. Sometimes, life gave him more than he could handle. How could he possibly get out of this mess? He was sure to die there. I mean, how can one survive after having their energy sucked out of them?

The boy shuddered at the pessimist thoughts before taking a look around his current surroundings. He was in a freaking washroom that was located in some huge underground den run by some sick strangers who intended on doing critical damage to him. They were immensely superior to him and there was no way he could defend himself against those malicious strangers. What was he supposed to do? Should he just let it happen and accept his fate? Should he follow their orders and let them get what they want?

Thoughts bombarded Lucas's head as he stood in the centre of the repugnant washroom. He turned on his heel and faced an insanitary mirror. Lucas stared at what reflected back at him. What he saw was a weak boy who was merely standing there; ready to be used as a weapon of mind destruction. That is not what Lucas wanted to be. Lucas wanted to stand up and fight. He wanted to vitiate those moron's plans to take over the world. Lucas had to be optimistic. He had to rebel against these rules. And he will.

If Lucas was going down... He'd go down trying.

With that, the boy took the first step out of the washroom and entered back into the eerie hall. He shuddered again, fear and adrenalin soaring through his body.

He looked to his left and analysed the view. There was nothing spectacular. Just some huge cobwebs and a huge portrait of someone he didn't recognise at all. The walls were cracked and tired just like they were the whole way through and the remainder of the deep, red paint was peeling off. There was nowhere to escape there.

Lucas accepted it and moved on. His optimistic thoughts were managing to break through his usually pessimist mind.

He then looked to his right. He was greeted with an enormous door which towered over him with a forbidding leer. The door was royal purple and was incised with fancy demons. It was extremely uninviting, but time was running out. If Lucas wanted to make it out alive… He had to be prepared to make risks.

Lucas wrapped his dainty hands around the ornate door knob. He breathed in a deep breath of preparation and proceeded to twist.

The door handle made a faint clicking sound as it twisted. It was obviously dilapidated with age. Lucas ignored the sound and focused on his arm strength. The door was incredibly heavy, and Lucas was eager to open it.

The small boy finished turning the door knob and began to pull the weighty door forward. He hauled it with all of his strength as the door creaked and caused a fortissimo echo to thunder throughout the hall.

Lucas squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on his lip in nervousness. He was terrified that the strangers would hear this monstrous sound and come running into the hall… But they didn't.

The blonde boy gave a weak smile in satisfaction as the door successfully opened enough for him to squeeze through.

He stepped inside the new opening and his mouth dropped in incredulity. He couldn't believe what was in front of him.

These strangers really were the definition of malevolent.

A/N: I know I said that in this chapter, I would include Lucas meeting the energy-starved PSI user... But I'm taking things a little slower. Sorry if this was a dissapointment.

I won't put this on a hiatus because I'm on a roll to get my fanfiction finished.

Sorry about the long hiatus last time.