Sami's P.O.V.

'They will never understand what it's like.' I told myself, over and over in my head. I had gone back to the room that I believed to be the shooting range that Eric mentioned. There were tables, all of which housing a gun and bullets. I just stared at them. I knew I had to shoot one. Just to prove to myself that I could do it and that I wasn't a complete wimp.

I walked over to one of the tables and slowly wrapped my hand around the gun. I shivered. Even just touching one sent a chill down my spine. I lifted it off the table, reaching down with my other hand and grabbing a bullet. I slid the bullet swiftly into the gun, clicking it into place.

This was it. The moment of truth. I held the gun to the target, trying to keep my hands still. They just kept shaking every time I tried to steady my grip. My eyes locked with the target. But the target disappeared and was replaced by something-no, someone- else. It was replaced by Joe.

~~~Flashback~~~

"You will shoot him, or I kill you all." The man yelled into my ear. I jumped at the sudden noise, losing my grip on the gun and dropping it onto the floor. The man backhanded me. "What the hell is wrong with you? Dropping your gun! Pick it up! And shoot him for goodness sake!"

I knelt down to the ground and reached a shaky hand out for the gun. Grabbing it, I stood upright. I could feel the blood dripping from my lip and mouth from where I'd been hit and beaten. I didn't want to shoot Joe. But I had to.

Tightening my grip on the gun, I took in a breath and looked one last time at Joe's brilliantly blue eyes. I placed my index finger on the trigger and concentrated on my aim. I told myself I wouldn't shoot near his head or heart. I was about to pull the trigger when the man shoved my shoulder, sending me off balance.

"Shoot!" He yelled. The gun fired, my aim nowhere close to where I wanted it to be. A blood curling scream filled the air. Joe threw his head back and slumped to the ground.

"Joe!" I yelled. The man grabbed my shoulder.

"He's fine." I stiffened. Whipping around and pointing the gun at the man, I clicked the second bullet into place.

"You made me shoot him. He could be dead. I could've just shot my brother dead, and your saying that he's fine?!" I pulled the trigger, sending a bullet straight through his chest. Anger coursed through my body. "Nothing is fine." I said angrily.

~~~End Flashback~~~

I cleared my head of the horrible memory, trying not to see the target as Joe. Just as I was about to pull the trigger, a door opened. I turned around, and there was Four. He stared at me, almost as though waiting for me to shoot the gun. I sighed.

Lifting my gun back up to the target, I lined it up with the middle, closed my eyes tight and pulled the trigger. The loud noise banged on the walls of the room, echoing in my ears.

As the noise ended, I could hear Four's footsteps coming towards me. I opened my eyes a saw him standing in front of me. He grabbed my shoulders

"Where did you learn to shoot like that?" He asked. He almost seemed excited that I could shoot a gun. It obviously went close to the target or else he wouldn't be saying anything.

"I-I... I uh..." I awkwardly stuttered. "Can we not talk about that?" I asked quietly.

"I want to know," he demanded. He had a tone in his voice that reminded me of so many of my kidnappers. I almost caught myself trying to get away from him.

"Fine," I sighed. "Being kidnapped. That's how I've learned. Being kidnapped."

"What?" He asked, surprised.

"Yes. Being kidnapped. On more than one occasion, I've had to actually shoot one of my family members. And the first time I did it, the guy who kidnapped me showed me how. And then I had to fire a bullet-" I was trying not to cry, choking on my words. "A bullet straight at my older brother. I nearly killed him. It went straight through his shoulder. Real close to his heart. That was when I was 10..."

"Oh... Wow. Um, I uh... I didn't mean it like that. I-I...I'm sorry." He stuttered. His face portrayed sympathy and sadness. I didn't want Four to feel bad for me. I mean, it was different having someone other than family caring for you, but I didn't want-or need-his sympathy.

"Four, really. It's okay." I insisted.

"It wasn't meant to seem so mean," he said.

"Four! Quit your rambling I said it was fine!" I snapped. He abruptly stopped talking. I bit the inside of my cheek nervously. "I-I... I'm sorry Four."

"No it's alright. I shouldn't have asked." He said. Clearing his throat, he dropped his hands from my shoulders. "It's time for dinner. Are you coming?"

Joe's P.O.V.

We had been planning on following dad for ages. Today was the day-or rather night-that we did. Dad was leaving early in the morning, so we would follow him. Frank and I were in the trunk of our dad's car, Cypress was hidden underneath the backseat so that when dad got out of the car and left, she could get us out. I had butterflies in my stomach at the thought of finding Sami. I really wanted to see her, and I could only hope that she was okay.

"Frank," I whispered. "I hope this will work."

"I'm sure it will relax." I felt his hand grab mine and squeeze it. I squeezed it back. We were both nervous, and we knew it.

Suddenly, a noise came from outside the car. Dad was getting into the car. I sighed. I hoped this worked.

I squinted my eyes as light came into the trunk of the car. I must've fallen asleep. I saw Cypress's face once the light became less bright. She stuck her hand out for me.

"Come on. We gotta go. And hurry. Dad only just briefly left. His stuff is still in the car." She said as she yanked me out of the trunk. Oh wow, it felt good to stretch my legs. Frank and I had been sandwiched into the trunk for both of us to fit. Cypress pulled him out and she smiled at us. "One step closer."

"Yep. One step closer to finding Sami." I said. I just knew that we would find her here. I felt it in my gut. I could hear something in the distance, and it almost sounded like a train, but I wasn't so sure. "Do you guys hear that?" I asked.

Frank nodded. "Yeah, I do. What is it?"

"It's a train guys. Train." Cypress mocked. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever. We should wait here for it to stop. See where it takes us." I suggested.

"No, I thought we would just run along beside it until we dropped dead of exhaustion." Cypress said sarcastically.

"Why are you-" Cypress cut me off.

"Don't even ask. I'm not gonna answer that." She said. Frank started to open his mouth, but Cypress gave him a look that told him otherwise.

I could hear the train getting closer, but it wasn't slowing down. That scared me. How were we supposed to get on a train if it wasn't slowing down. Then it hit me. We would have to jump. Jumping onto the train was the only option. I shook my head. It would slow down. It would just come to a screeching halt. But as the train came into sight, I could tell it wasn't going to slow down.

"Guys, we have to jump."

"What?" Frank asked.

"We have to jump on the train. It's not going to stop for us." I said.

"Are you crazy?" Cypress asked.

"No crazier than you Cyp," I said as the train got closer. "Get ready to jump!"

The train was zipping past us, leaving us behind. I took the initiative to run after it, seeing that Cypress and Frank were just going to stand there and stare at it. I ran along side it for ages and finally worked up the nerves to jump onto the train. I launched my body at the train, landing with a thud in the train car. I stuck out a hand for Cypress, who jumped on with ease because of her long legs, and Frank just grabbed my hand and pulled himself in. I sighed.

"Guessing we're going to have to jump off too," Frank said. I nodded. I was only slightly phased by that. We all sat down on the floor of the train car.

"So how are we going to find her?" I asked.

"Is there anyone else on the train? Maybe where they jump off will be where she is." Frank suggested. I looked around. No one else was in that car. We'd have to check other cars. I stood up. "Where are you going?" Frank asked, grabbing my wrist as I stood.

"To see if there is anyone else on this train." I said, walking towards the door. The minute I opened it, wind rushed to my face. I looked a little farther out and noticed we were about to be across from a rooftop. We could jump onto the rooftop. We'd have to. "Jump." I yelled over the wind behind my back.

As the roof neared us, I coiled up my legs, ready to jump. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. Wind surrounded me as I felt my feet push from the train. Almost instantly, I felt my stomach lurch forward, and I felt weightless. It felt as though gravity had no effect on me at the given moment. I flailed my arms around, almost as though I was trying to fly.

The rooftop rushed to my meet my feet. As my feet pounded against the rooftop, I stumbled forward, a sharp pain shooting through my legs. I tumbled down to the ground, falling head over heels and rolling across the roof. As I regained my ability to see as the dizziness faded, I could see Frank hunched over the edge of the rooftop trying to pull something over the edge. Then I realized that that "thing" was Cypress. I scrambled up to my feet, staggering a little. I could say I wanted to vomit. It was the oddest thing I'd ever had to do.

I rushed over to Frank, grabbing one of Cypress's wrists. With a combined effort, we hauled Cypress over the edge of the roof. She shook in Frank's arms, her legs nearly buckling, her face a ghostly white.

"I'm never doing that again," she stuttered. Frank and I wrapped our arms around her, helping her walk across the rooftop. A cold wind whipped at us, chilling our fingers and noses.

"I hope we don't have to." I replied.

When we reached the end of the rooftop, there was only one option. To either stay up here or to jump down. There was a huge hole in the floor, so I figured there was something that was there to keep you from dying.

Suddenly, Cypress ran out from under our arms, jumping off the roof. She wasn't even screaming, which worried me. Frank yelled after her, and soon enough jumped as well. I knew I had to jump after them, and so I did.

The feeling I had from jumping onto the roof returned. My stomach lurched forward, gravity seeming to have no effect on me. The fall felt much longer than it was. Scenery whipped past me, but it felt like an eternity until I hit something. And I didn't hit solid ground. I something that was like a net.

I knew Cypress and Frank stood waiting for me off to the side, though I couldn't really see them. I guessed it was a net.

"A net-" Frank started. I interrupted him.

"A net, I know." I said.

What was around us was darkness. I couldn't see past my own hands, and even seeing my hands was a strain for my eyes. I got up off the net, waving my hands around a bit, trying to find my way. I heard an "oof" from one of us, and then a voice rang out.

"I found stairs!" Cypress yelled. Frank and I race towards her voice, soon feeling the invisible stairs under out feet. Now all we could do was follow these stairs until they lead us to light or brought us to Sami.