AN: Second chapter. I hope the first chapter was enjoyable, I know it was a bit short. This one should be longer. My friend Ron will be doing all dialogue and we own nothing except our own OCs. There will be quite a few. Please don't run away because of that.
Brianna Taylor thought she was a pretty ordinary eight year old. She went to school and played with friends and then came home to her mommy. Only she wasn't allowed to call her that, mommy said she was too old for that name, so Brianna had to call her Celeste just like her mommy's friends did. Some people said Brianna was a pretty child, with her blond hair that she was never allowed to cut, Celeste told her it was important that she was untouched and unspoiled, and she had sky blue eyes and fair skin. It was very important that she never be ill or have so much as a sunburn. Celeste was very adamant about that. Brianna had to beg to even go to school. But she knew her mommy loved her. Celeste always told her how important she was as she brushed her hair, how special she would be, and the special party she would have on her sixteenth birthday. She knew her mommy wanted her very much and wanted the perfect daughter. So when Brianna was skipping home on her eighth birthday, she thought she was very lucky. Until she bumped into a tall man who smelled very bad and had on ugly clothes. His hair was long and greasy and when he smiled at her, she felt a confusing mix of scared and recognition.
"You're beautiful. Just like your mother. Maybe you should come live with me." The tall smelly man said.
"Mommy says I'm not supposed to talk to stranges." Brianna said trying to get around him.
"But I'm not a stranger. I'm your father." The man said with an evil looking smile.
"I can't talk to strangers!" Brianna said louder.
After that the man pulled out a small cloth and put it over her mouth and nose. She thought it smelled funny but her eyes soon fell shut.
Brianna woke up in a dark room on a bed. Her head hurt a little, so she got up slowly and looked around. The room was clean but small, and looked to be a child's room. The bed she was laying on was pink and smelled like fresh laundry. There was a small window on the other side of the room, with white curtains decorated with pink stars hanging on them. She could see that it was night time and she was scared. Brianna was supposed to be in her own bed with her own white sheets and the protective markings on the wooden posts of her head board. Mommy said they were for her protection. Suddenly cold, Brianna pulled the pink comforter over her shoulders and started to cry. Mommy would be very mad that she disappeared with the strange man. Mommy was scary when she was angry. Once, a neighbor girl refused to watch Brianna while mommy went to the store, and the next day the neighbor was gone and no one knew why. Mommy was real happy, and smiled as her friends' congratulated her on her good work. Brianna didn't understand what her mommy did, but she did know that mommy shouldn't be made angry.
The door of her little room flew open, scaring Brianna. The man was standing there looking at her, and Brianna started crying. For some reason, he panicked and tried to console her.
"Darling, I'm sorry I had to take you like that but you are my little girl." The man said sitting next to her being cautious about how far he should go with his consoling.
"Mommy said that daddy left and would never come back." Brianna said through her sobs.
"Well I had to come back you see you have a special gift that I can help you understand it. I can train you to use it." He said sitting on the bed awkwardly.
"I wanna go home. Can I go stay with mommy?" Brianna asked quietly.
"No! You can't go stay with mommy!" The man snapped causing Brianna to break out into fresh tears. "The boy wasn't this difficult." He mumbled.
"There's somebody else here too?" Brianna said stopping her crying for a minute.
"Well, yes. Now try to go to sleep darling." The man said walking out the door.
As the door closed quietly but forcefully behind the strange man, Brianna's thoughts turned to the other child. If he was trapped like her, then he must be scared too. She tip toed to the door and tested the door knob. It turned and the door opened with a small squeak. She froze, and when no one came, slipped out the door. She tiptoed down the hall, and saw another door. It looked like hers so it must be the other kid's room. And with that logic she tested it and it opened to a room like hers, only not pink, but blue. There was a boy about her age sitting on the bed. He didn't look scared, but like he was concentrating on something. She waited till he noticed her and walked over and sat on the bed.
"Who are you?" The boy asked.
"I'm Brianna. What's your name?" Brianna asked.
"Jacob." He said flatly.
"Why aren't you scared?" She asked him quietly.
"Because I'm getting help." Jacob replied.
"Help with what?" Brianna asked tilting her head in curiosity.
"Stuff. Is it any of your beeswax?" Jacob snapped.
"No it's just the scary man came and said he was my daddy and then took me off the street. It was scary." Brianna said quietly.
"Master's not that bad." Jacob said quietly.
"Master? He kid-kidnapped me." Brianna said trying to get the right word.
"You two are not permitted to see each other. Brianna go back to your room." The scary man said in a harsh voice. When his back was still facing Jacob Brianna turned and mouthed Scary before running off to her room.
In his own room, Jacob thought about Brianna and whether or not she was telling the truth. The man who saved him couldn't possibly be that bad could he?