Ok! So I went back and edited as much material that I could. What you first need to know is that I changed the names of Pogue's parents (Cameron's aunt and uncle) so that they're now Beatirice (nickname Trixi) and Wayne. Those are the actual names; I found them on the IMDB website and thought I should change them. Also, I went back and COMPLETELY redid chapter 9...You need to go back and read it, it's really important that you do. Here's the next chapter; enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the movie The Covenant

Betrayal is the only truth that sticks.

When I finally awoke, I realized I was gagged and completely immobilized. I was sitting in a chair, my hands so tightly bound together I couldn't even move them. The room I was in was dark; the only source of light came from a dull light bulb. The room was virtually bare except for a few shelves that lined the walls.

My head was pounding, my throat was dry and my stomach was letting off an annoying loud growl. Food, I needed food. Pogue hadn't let me finish my lunch; I'd only consumed only four of the nine burgers I had purchased, most definitely not enough to keep me going. And, considering Jason was an evil, sadistic monster, the chances of me getting food any time soon were incredibly, incredibly small.

My metabolism was…Special, to say the least. It was fast, incredibly fast. Like, I could literally eat a cow and still have room for desert. The reason for this could be attributed to my magic, the more I used it, the more I needed to eat. It didn't matter if it were visions, telekinesis or even spell work. If I Used, I needed food, and a lot of it.

Before moving back in with my aunt and uncle, this had been a massively huge issue. Money was tight, and food was expensive. This had been the main reason I had turned to gamboling, it gave me enough money to feed myself and enough left over cash to pay for a couple of nights in a motel room.

I needed out of this room, and I needed out now. Small confined spaces and me? Yeah, we didn't get along to well.

I struggled against my ropes, ignoring the pain as my skin rubbed away. I fought, as hard as I could for as long as I could, before realizing it was hopeless. The ropes weren't about to give way, and I wasn't about to get out here that easily.

I focused, long and hard on the untamed power residing in my chest. It was just out of my grasp.

I concentrated harder this time, just barely touching it before it, once again, slipped through my fingers.

"Come on!"I thought to myself "Come on, come on, come on!"

I lunged at the power contained within myself, embracing it completely before forcing it out of my body. I had meant to release a small amount, just enough to release me from my bonds. More power then I could control escaped and I knew I was in trouble.

A shelf exploded, its contents flew in every direction as a wave of exhaustion completely consumed me. It took all of thirty seconds before I had once again passed out.

Hours later I awoke to someone slapping my cheek, hard.

"Wake up." Wade told me, slapping me harder for each second I didn't respond.

I looked up at him, unable to response due to the cloth in my mouth. My look said everything, how angry and pissed off I was. The second I was given the chance, I was going to beat the living shit out of him. He knew it too, but unlike me, he didn't think I was capable of causing him harm.

"Let's go." Wade cut away the ropes that attached me to the seat before pulling out of the room and through the building. I was in an abandoned warehouse of some sort. Desolate, dark and dismal…

I wanted to say something, to yell at Wade for being suck a jack ass…But the stupid gage was still in place. That and I was as incapacitated as ever due to the handcuffs Wade had decided I needed to wear…

Not that that stopped me from at least trying to get out of the iron tide hold Wade had around my arm. It worked too…Kinda. I managed to trip him, causing him to fall to the floor. He let go of me briefly, well, long enough for me to make it ten feet.

After that I was picked up by my hair and thrown to the ground.

"Bitch." He said, slapping me across the face.

'I'm not a bitch' I wanted to respond, but I couldn't.

He raised his hand again, intending to slap me.

"Wade." Jason warned his voice stern and commanding.

I instantly backed away, wanting to create as much distance between the man and me as was possible. I hated him, but unfortunately for me, he didn't hate me. Maybe things would have been easier if he did.

"Is that any way to treat our guest?" Jason asked, shaking his head slightly at Wade. "Now, if you'll remove that…thing from her mouth, I would very much like to talk to her."

"But Sir," Wade protested "What about her…skills."

"I ensure you; they aren't an issue at the current moment." Jason smiled, his white teeth flashing dangerously.

He walked over to me; ignoring the fact that the suit was wearing at least a thousand dollar suit, he crouched down beside me on the dirty factory floor and pulled out a knife.

I instantly backed up, desperate to create as much distance between Jason and me as was possible. My efforts were halted when I hit something solid.

"There's no need to be afraid, Cameron." He tried to ensure me, brandishing the knife in front of me. "Now please, stop being difficult."

I tried to push away again but Wade grabbed my hair, using it to hold me in place.

"I told you to stop being difficult." Jason warned, bringing up a free finger and using it to whip away a trail of blood that was tricking down my face. "You don't want me to have to hurt you, do you?"

No sooner had he cut away my gag then I collected up what little saliva I could and spat on Jason's face.

"Now," Jason told me, taking a deep breath and whipping away the spit on his cheek. "That wasn't very nice."

"Bite me." I snapped.

He slapped me, just hard enough to draw blood. "Cameron, you know better than to speak to me like that."

I shut up, not wanting anything else to happen to me.

"There, now isn't that better?" He asked me, looking down at me with cold, emotionless eyes.

I didn't answer, knowing my voice was in danger of cracking, of betraying my emotions. But Jason wouldn't take it; he was controlling, manipulative and determined to get his way.

I tried to look away, tried to hide my feelings; Jason slapped me again and I closed my eyes, doing my best to hold in the stream of tears that was escaping them. I would cry, I would let the tears fall, but I wouldn't make a sound, I wouldn't complain and I would do my best to be strong.

There was no one to save me this time; I'd just have to save myself.

"I asked," Jason repeated in a much softer voice, lifting up my chin so he could look at my closed eyes. He waited until I had opened them before continuing "isn't that better?"

"Did you know that hippos have killed over 400 people in Africa? That's more than any other wild animal." I responded dryly, satisfied when a look of confusion flashed on Jason's face but it didn't last; as soon as it had appeared it was instantly replaced with one of annoyance.

"You don't say…" He sighed before standing up, not bothering to take off the handcuffs that bound my hands behind my back. "Look, Cameron. You're here for one reason, and one reason only; you're going to help me win back the money you lost me."

"Do I get to leave after that?" I asked knowing what the answer would be.

"Of course you do." He told me, but we both knew it was a lie. He wasn't going to let me go anyway, ever.

"Now, I have some…information I would like you to enlighten me with." Jason continued, giving me a calm look. I wasn't stupid; I knew he wasn't actually calm, he was just acting that way in the hopes that it would produce an easy coming answer from me.

I wasn't going to tell him though; I was done being his play thing.

"No." I simply stated.

He sighed, almost as if he were sorry about what he was going to do next. But I seriously doubted that.

"Tell me, Cameron."

"No." I repeated through gritted teeth.

"I said," he said in a normal voice before he started to yell "tell me Cameron."

"And I said no." I responded, hating him, simply hating him.

"Fine." Jason's face was hard set and his voice was cold "But you're going to give in eventually. I'm sure a couple of days of no food or water will help change your mind. But don't worry," He leaned down and whispered into my ear "I always get what I want."

He stood up, brushing he dust off his suit before turning to look at Wade "Take her away."

"Ben will find me!" I told Jason "And when he does, you're going to be sorry."

Jason just laughed "I'm sorry to disappoint you Cameron, but you're not going anywhere. Ben's never going to find you."

"He will." I insisted, knowing that Ben would always find me, no matter where I went, no matter what I did, Ben would find me. Jason didn't know about Pogue, he didn't know about the powers my cousin and his friends had; good, I wanted to keep it that way. It was my turn to keep him safe.

"See, that's where you're wrong." He told me, an evil glint in his eyes. "Ben isn't going to be an issue anymore."

"What did you do to him?" I demanded, forcing myself to onto my feet. Not an easy task, considering I still didn't have the use of my hands.

"Nothing yet." Jason smiled "But rest assured, when he does come he's no longer going to be an issue."

"What's that suppose to mean?" I asked cautiously.

Jason fingered his knife menacingly "I think you know what that means."

"You even think of touching him and I swear-"

"You'll what?" Jason asked before sighing deeply "See, Cameron. What you don't seem to understand is that you're mine now. Everything you say, everything you do, you do because I say you can."

"You can't control me anymore. I'm not your puppet!" I hissed.

He shook his head and scoffed at me "That's the thing Cameron, you are my puppet. You're mine now and you're never going to get away from me again."

"Like Hell I won't!" I yelled, racking my brain for an incantation that would help me in this situation. I opened my mouth, intending on using what little energy I had to cause some damage.

But Jason knew me, he knew what I was going to do and, before I could do anything, he picked the disguarded piece of cloth and shoved it into my mouth. "Put her back into the room; I'm sure a couple more days of no food and water will make her more cooperative."

Almost on cue my stomach growled loudly, confirming Jason's suspicions that I was hungry, very hungry.

Wade grabbed me, dragging me back through the warehouse and to the room I had been locked in before. It was tiny, almost as small as a closet, but even more cramped.

I yell as loudly as I could, fighting as hard as I could as Wade pushed me into the room. I didn't want to get stuck in small room again; I didn't want to be locked in a closet. Wade knew I was claustrophobic; he was taking too much fun in my pain as he shoved me into the room, unlatching my handcuffs just long enough secure my hands behind the chair.

"See you later, Bitch." Wade told me before he shut the door behind him, not even bothering to turn the light back on. The door shut with a slam, cutting off the only source of light. And there I was left, completely alone in the darkness with only myself as company.

I was incapacitated, alone, and the only way out of the room was through the door Wade had just locked. Jason was convinced he had done completely eliminated the chances of me ever escaping.

I would wait, I would bide my time, but I would get out of here.

The average human could go three weeks without food; I could only go three days. Jason's threat of no food or water held true until halfway through the third day; but even then the food had been in short supply. Two pieces of bread, all I had been given was two pieces of bread.

I was unsure of how much time had passed it may have just been days, or even possibly weeks, but I waited until the time was right.

Because I couldn't see my hands, using a spell to unlock the handcuffs wasn't exactly a good idea. My empty stomach and incredibly dry throat were making it hard for me think of anything else; losing my concentration when casting could lead to consequences I wasn't willing to risk. So, to get out first I'd need to somehow make eye contact with the cuffs.

The chair I was shackled to made of a strong wood, but after much pulling and prodding, not to mention excessive hand lacerations, I managed to break away the piece of wood that was preventing my hands from moving. After that it was all a matter of my flexibility, I stepped over my hands before bringing them up to my mouth and removing the gag.

Now the only thing holding me back was my lack of food. I concentrated on the handcuff, using my spell casting abilities to unlock them before doing the same to the door.

I felt my body instantly drain of energy, my legs swayed underneath me and I knew I couldn't use any more magic; not if I wanted to make it anywhere. I was in trouble even before I Used, now using more magic then was needed would only get me killed.

Creeping through the building, I made sure to remain undetected. I had no intention of ever being stuck in a closet again, I had no intention of ever succumbing to will of Jason, and I had no intention of compromising my moral values. I didn't need to cheat anymore; I didn't need to do anything illegal to survive. I had a family who could take care of me. Who loved me and wanted what was best for me, who wouldn't let me starve to death because they wanted something from me.

I steady stream of voices halted my escape attempt. Wade's low, gruff voices echoed through the fast halls of the warehouse. I heard Jason respond and found myself moving closer, intending to hear what they were saying. Which was rather stupid of me, I should just leave…But I had to know what they were saying.

"The plane leaves in two hours," Jason responded to whatever Wade had said "I have every intention of being on it. Once we're out of the country they'll be no need to worry about any friends coming to Cameron's rescue."

Wait? What? They were planning on making me leave the country? No way was I going to let that happen.

"What about that Ben kid? He always seems to show up whenever it's incontinent." Wade sighed.

"You have a gun." Jason snapped "Use it. If he shows up, kill him before he gets the chance to do anything."

A sick feeling sprouted in my stomach. They wanted to kill Ben? No, they couldn't. I wouldn't let them. Ben was my best friend, Gale and he had always been there for me. I couldn't let them hurt Ben. But at the same time, I knew Ben would follow me to the ends of the earth and back. I had to get out of there before he came looking for me…Because if he did and he got hurt, I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

I made my way swiftly over to an exit door and pressed the metal bar extended across the door and pushed it open. But it didn't move, it was locked. Ok, no biggie, I'd just try another door.

I knew I had a limited amount of time. There hadn't been a strict schedule in regards to someone checking on me, but at least once a day someone would look in on me. No one had checked on me yet today; it was going to happen eventually and I had to out of here before someone realized I was missing.

I ran, quietly but swiftly to the next door. Not that it mattered, that door was locked too. Footsteps sounded and I found myself involuntarily panicking.

Each second that passed the steps became close and closer. I didn't have much of a choice, I couldn't survive being put back into that room and I wasn't about to let Jason ship me out of the country.

So I Used again, letting the power escape my body before I stumbled out the door, letting it slam shut behind me. My legs were having trouble supporting me; my magic and my lack of food were taking its toll me.

I stumbled forwards, my legs giving out underneath me as I fell to the ground. But even in my exhaustion I refused to stop moving. I crawled forward desperately, I needed to get away. I needed my family.

The sound of a gun cocking stopped me in my tracks. I looked up, my eyes coming into contact with Wade's .

"I don't care anymore." I admitted in an exhausted tone. I was done, used up. I was throwing in the towel. He could just kill me, that would make the pain go away. It would make everything so much easier. "Go ahead, just shoot me."

"Sorry," he told me, flashing a half-ass grin "you don't get off that easily."

He brought up his gun and for a second I hoped he'd shoot me. But he didn't; instead he brought it down upon my head and I lost consciousness once again.

The next time I awoke I was in the back seat of a very fancy car; a Rolls Royce by the look of it. Wade was driving and Jason was seated to my right, eating a sandwich almost mockingly.

I was starving, literally starving. There was telling how much weight I had lost, how much energy had been drained. I was dying, slowly but surely, dying. And there wasn't anything I could do about it. I was at Jason's disposal. If he wanted me to die, I would. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before I starved to death.

Jason noticed the way I was eyeing the sandwich he was so delinquently snacking on. "Hungry?" He asked me, taking another bite and swallowing. I didn't say anything, I didn't need to. "If you behave," He said in a condescending tone "I give you some food on the plane."

"You can't do this to me." I defended with a moan.

"Actually," He corrected "I can, Cameron. I'm doing it right now. I'm doing it to show you that I always get what I want." He paused just long enough to sigh deeply "You know it doesn't have to be this way. If you would just behave, we wouldn't be in this position right now. Would we?"

"No, I'm not going to work for you anymore." I told him, my dry throat causing my voice to crack as I spoke.

"Well that's too bad," Jason said, acting as if he were upset "I thought you might have changed your mind. Not that it matters though, we'll be out of the country soon enough anyway."

"Where are you taking me?" I whispered; desperately trying to gather enough strength so I could sit up to look him in the eye.

"Paris. I'm having my pilot prepare for takeoff; the plane's leaving as soon as we arrive at the airport."Jason told me matter-of-factly, like I didn't get a choice.

I always had a choice, and right now I was choosing not to go with him. I was finally with my family again; I was finally home. I wasn't going to let anyone, even Jason Bradley, take that away from me. Over my dead body. Though, considering my current state, that might be sooner than I would like.

"Don't worry," I assured him "it's not like I'm going to be on the plane when it's leaving anyway."

He just laughed, and laughed, and laughed before shaking his head an answering me "Cameron, who are you trying to fool? You're too weak to fight anyone. Do you really think I'd come this close, just to let you get away from me again?"

"I may be weak, I may be tiered, and I may be starving, but I'm not going with you. I'll fight you with every fiber of my being, I may kill myself in the process, but I am not going with you."

"Cameron," He sighed "I've been so very nice to you so far. That can end now, don't try my patience."

I opened my mouth to respond, to come back with some sort of snarky retort, but before I could speak the car stalled, bring us to a completely stop on the deserted Boston streets. It was well past midnight, no one was around but Jason wasn't taking any chances. He pulled out a gun before looking at his bodyguard.

"Wade," He ordered "Go figure out what's going on."

"Where were we?"Jason asked, turning around to look at me. "Oh, yes. We were just talking about how you're convinced I'm going to let you go after everything you've done to me."

I pushed away from him, stealthily, slowly and none discretely. I felt behind myself for a door handle, pulling on it in a desperate attempt to open the door. It didn't work. This door was locked.

"Cameron, Cameron, Cameron," Jason smiled "Did you really think I wouldn't think of locking the door?"

It was now or never. This was my last chance. If I didn't act now, then I was going to end up God only knows where with Jason, forced to endure endless torture because I refused to return to my old ways. I didn't have much magic left, or energy for that matter. But I didn't care. If I died now, at least I'd die as myself.

Muttering something under my breath, I reached for my magic, only to have it slip away.

"What was that?" Jason asked, satisfied when nothing happened.

"Agus lig mé cad é atá tú a dhéanamh toil shaor." I repeated using the Gaelic tongue, the langue of my mother's ancestors, and one of the most powerful spells I knew. But in my current state it didn't do much. I felt the energy fly out of me, Jason was stunned, the door of the car flew open and I stumbled out, falling to the ground and dragging my body as far as I could using pure adrenaline.

I heard a shout and looked up, looking at Jason as he moved swiftly over to me. He was holding his gun, he waited until I was looking at him before he pulled back the hammer, a completely derange, sadistic look in his eyes.

"You're coming with me Cameron, either the easy way or the hard way. I have no objects with you being in a body bag when we get to France." His hand shook as he held the gun, a finger sliding over the trigger.

"She's not going anywhere with you." Pogue's deep, controlling voice sounded, taking control of the situation.

I looked behind Jason and breathed a sigh of relief. My cousin, all the sons and even Ben, was here. They came to help me. They found me when I needed them the most.

Jason walked over to me, pulling up my week, limp body with one swift motion. I couldn't do anything to fight him, I was too tired, I couldn't…

He held up the gun, pressing it to my temple as he stepped backwards, creating as much distance between the boys and us as was possible.

"It's over, Jason." Ben yelled. "We've already dealt with Wade; it's just you against all of us now."

"She's mine!" Jason yelled, flailing the gun around in a desperate attempt to create fear. "She's mine!" He repeated, aiming the gun at Tyler's head. And that's when I lost it.

"You aren't hurting any of them." I hissed, literally feeling my body cave in, the power consume me, energy leave me and my eyes turn black. "Ever."

Jason flew backwards, slamming dangerously into a wall. His body was limp, he was unmoving, and unresponsive. But I wasn't done with him yet.

I brought up a hand, waving it slightly. He slammed against the wall again, and again, and again. Blood poured out lacerations on his skins, his arms were broken, his leg looked demented, but I didn't care. I wanted to hurt him more. But I couldn't.

I blinked, and suddenly everything became a heck of a lot harder to handle.

My legs, the ones that had been mercilessly supporting me only moments before, gave out from underneath me. I crashed to the ground, my body falling into a catastrophic heap.

It was over; I was over. I had nothing left; I had nothing left to give. Darkness clouded my vision, my body was completely numb and, for the first time in a long time, I felt nothing.

If this was death's shadowed hand, I welcomed it. For there was nothing else I could offer life, I was finished, done, consumed. I felt a pair of icy hands touch down upon me and knew everything would be alright.

I was at peace.