Last Chapter (Ch.3)

He shook his gun and pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. Then I knew it, we were out of bullets.

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Note: This chapter was the hardest for me to write. I think I might have cried at my own work.

Chapter 4- Taken

He shook his gun again, and once again, nothing happened. He met my panicked eyes, and then Ian's.

"Get to the van you two." Jeb said to Ian and me, "Now!"

I froze there; I was not willing to leave them and neither was Ian. Then one by one, our guns became useless. First Heath's, then Brandt's, Kyle's and then finally Aaron's. So there we all stood, completely helpless.

"Geoffrey, get out of here, NOW!" Jeb yelled to the others in the van. Geoffrey stared at Jeb for a moment and then nodded and slammed on the gas. The van veered into the distance, out of the Seekers sight. I breathed a sigh of relief; at least some of my family was safe. As for Melanie and Jared...and who knows what might have happened to Sunny. There were so many others, so many people I was unsure of if they were safe.

The Seekers this time did not hesitate. They ran at us, taking us into their arms. Kicking and screaming Heath, Brandt and Aaron were thrown into a van and were instantly veered off into the distance.

"No!" I screamed and lashed out at a Seeker. I screamed as more than two hands came around me, helplessly I twisted and kicked.

"Jeb!" Ian had yelled as Jeb was also thrown into a van. The slam of the door echoing in my head. The tears came fast now, as I realized me and Ian were the only two left. I was losing my family, piece by piece, member by member. But right now, this man in the arms of my kind was the most important. As Ian protesting against them, I looked at him as if it would be the last time I would ever see his face.

Suddenly I was lifted up and throw into the van. I fell to the metal floor with a thump, and my sides ached with pain.

"Wanda!" Ian exclaimed as he saw me, and then he gave up. He stopped kicking, he stopped his protesting, he simply gave himself up. The Seekers were surprised, but still took action, they pushed them into the van next to me, and he obediently sat next to me.

"Ian," I whispered in a hoarse voice. I hate how he did that, how he gave himself up for me. All this time he said I deserved a life. But he was wrong, he deserve a life so much more than I did. I had no right to live, it was his home. Im just making his life more complicated than it all ready was. He could have fought his way out, but he didnt. He didnt because of me, everything he did was because of me. Right that moment I did not feel worth it. I was a waste of this body. I was a waste of Ian's life.



"My Wanderer," he whispered back to me, and took my face in his hands as the door slammed and I felt the van begin to move. I tumbled backwards at the sudden movement, but, as always Ian's hands caught me. He pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around me as I cried. I buried my head into his shirt and breathed in his scent. He rocked us back and forth, trying to sooth me, either that or the van was just too unsteady. He stroked my hair and whispered,

"Wanderer, my Wanderer." Over and over again.

"Ian," I said after several moments. "What's going to happen to us?"
He looked at me, his eyes searched my face then after a minute he answered,

"I...I'm not sure what will happen to you Wanderer. But I know what will happen to me."

Instantly his words brought more tears into my eyes which flowed freely down my cheeks. I fought back the urge to sob.

"Ian," I said, my voice braking, "I won't let them." I shook my head slowly back and forth.
"I won't let them, Ian. Do you hear me? I won't let them!" I screamed.

"Shhh," Ian soothed, bringing my head back to his chest. "Wanderer..."

"Ian," I said into his chest. "Ian I love you." I reminded him.

"I love you too Wanderer. I always will." He replied, his words ringing with truth and love.

He kissed me then, his mouth urgent on mine. I kissed him back, in fear it would be the last time I ever did. We pulled away from each other, and just stared, trying to memorize each other's face. Our futures seemed so so weak; there was nothing that could make this situation worse. Ian might not know what they would do with me, but I did. They would take me out and ship me to another planet. As for Ian...they'd put a soul into his body. I knew it, I just knew it. They'd put a soul into him, and I wouldn't be around to save him. I wondered if there is ever an answer to this problem, if there was any way that we could get through this. I remember reading once that "Love is so strong it can overpower everything." I read that from a bookstore we had pasted during raid. If love could really overpower everything, where was it now? I love Ian, and Ian loves me. Now what? Where is that remarkable magic that supposed to happen? What if love, is just setting you up for a bigger and harder fall. What if when we just get so used to being happy, when we're sad, it's a thousand times worst. In other words, what if everything I knew, and believe in was wrong?

The door opened then and we were instantly in hand cuffs. We were lead into a white building and sat in two metal chairs, and were left there. Nothing was in the room except for Ian, me, and the chairs. Which we were tied to. The back of my chair was against Ian's, both of us tied to face the opposite of the room, impossible to see each other's face. The ropes felt tight against my skin but that was nothing compared to the pain in my chest, my heart to be exact.

The door swung open, Ian and I turned our head in unison. Entered, Chimes. Her face slightly bruised where I had hit her. When she saw me she smiled. A smug smile, not a friendly one.

"Seems like your attempts have failed haven't they?" She said, circling us.
She laughed a long, shrill laugh.

"Now, they'll be certain punishments." She lowered her face to mine, "But I'm sure you already knew that Wanderer."

I spat at her, and Ian hissed from behind me. His hand reached out to mine from his chair and I held onto his tightly. She winced at us but continued to circle. She was behind me now, and was facing 

Ian. I could almost feel her bending down to him. I wanted to punch her for the second time and make the bruise a little more noticeable. But sadly, I was tied to the chair. She got lucky, for this time at least.

"You shall make a lovely addition to the Seekers," she said to Ian, I growled, "Very strong, very muscular... yes a very lovely addition indeed. You shall be very useful. Once there is a soul inside of you, of course."

She circled back to me now, and again she bent down to me.

"And you my little rebellion," she said, "We have special things planned for you."

I thrashed against the ropes but they were too tight, and I gave up. Chimes laughed again and walked out of the room. Just as quickly as she left four muscular Seekers entered. They untied us and three held Ian, and the other held me. We were walked into the hall when one said,

"That one goes to the tanks." He looked at me then he looked at Ian, "This one will go visit the Healer."

"No!" I exclaimed, and for what seemed to be the millionth time, I kicked and screamed against the hand that held me. I kicked harder than I did before, because now, I had a new reason. This was my Ian they were dealing with. I am not going to take this quietly.

"Ian!" I screamed as the Seeker dragged me down the hall, and the others dragged Ian in the opposite direction.

"No!" I screamed my voice high. The tears came fast blurring my vision, but I could still see Ian's face. Helplessly I reached out to him, and he did the same, out fingers meeting at the briefest instant. And then just as quickly as it had happened we were pulled away. He thrashed against the Seekers, but there were three on him.

"Wanderer!" He screamed, tears also streaming down his face. I struggled with all my strength, but it was a waste. I watched as they dragged him into a room,

"I love you Ian. I swear I do. I'll never stop, I promise." I yelled brokenly, my voice cracking. My blonde hair stuck to my face from my tears which flowed faster and faster, desperate sobs breaking out of my chest.

"Wanderer, be strong. I love-" There was a slap, and he never got to finish his sentence.

"Never stop fighting Ian. Never stop!" I yelled to him, I couldn't see him I couldn't hear him, but I didn't care if he could hear me or not.

I sobbed broken heartedly as the Seeker led me past a front desk, and down a hall.

"Ian, Ian, Ian." I whimpered. It was as if I could feel my heart break in half, as if I could hear that faint 'crack'. I cried what was left of my heart when I heard a small musical voice call.

"Wait!"