This is a rather short chapter, and It probably doesn't give you readers much to go on. However, this is the starting point for when shit really starts hitting the fan so I'm sorry if it seems quite boring.

Also, someone asked me why I called my story 'Bell Pepper'. Well, the symbol of a bell pepper holds positive meaning when it comes to regards of putting up a fight, and changing things for the better. But all in all, it represents positivity.

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It happened rather unexpectedly.

One moment I was walking extremely close to my sister, watching the suspicious and uncomfortably boisterous green clad man walking a few steps in front of us and the next I was bathed in darkness.

I had no idea what happened.

Of course, the small prickle at the base of my neck gave me the heads up. I was struck by something. I wasn't exactly sure what had hit me, it happened too fast for me to properly process what happened. On top of that, I was left with a painful headache when I woke up.

Dazed and disorientated, my body finally came around to consciousness. A few jumbled words and grunts passed my lips while my eyes slowly fluttered open, slowly growing into focus.

I was laid flat on my stomach against the surprisingly cold ground. I grumbled and twisted my stiff body around, sprawling lazily onto my back while I attempted to register and collect my thoughts. I blinked a few times, rubbing my eyes for good measure.

I took in a few steady, deep breaths and steadied myself in an attempt to sit up.

Of course, the attempt failed when a sharp thump rattled my head and I flopped back down, clutching my aching head. I grit my teeth, blinking back the stinging feeling in my eyes.

I laid still for a short while, focusing on the pulsating pain emitting from the back of my head, silently hoping it would go away or at least lessen in intensity. It didn't exactly work, but I grew somewhat used to it. Though, barely.

But it was enough for me to finally manage to push myself up into a sitting position without having to slump back down.

I swallowed thickly as I tried to make out my surroundings. I squinted my eyes, ignoring the surprise that I felt, and tried to search the dark room I was in. At least I thought it was a dark room. I was shocked I hadn't noticed it before.

My fingers brushed the ground at my sides.

It's cold.

I grimaced, trying to adjust myself into a more comfortable position. I settled for crossing my legs Indian style before letting out a weary sigh.

And hard.

I blinked. I still couldn't make out anything. Everything just felt cold. Am I dead?

Just where the hell am I?

My breathing hitched after a moment.

Maybe that weirdo kidnapped me. Wait, what about-

"Lara?" I called out shakily, moving onto all fours as I felt around at the ground, attempting to move forward in search of my sister. My voice echoed.

I gulped after receiving no reply.

This isn't good.

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I don't know how long I sat there, huddled against the wall, trying to be as small as possible. But I knew that it was way passed dinner time, if my stomach told me anything. The dull grumbles and tiny hunger pains was the only thing keeping me awake at this point. But I didn't dare move an inch.

I was scared, cold and very much alone.

Lara wasn't here with me ether, which made it even worse.

I had already scouted my surroundings before finding a single corner to sit in. The room, despite being pitch black, with pretty much barren. No toilet, no bed, not even a chair. That was the least of my worries though, I couldn't even find a window or even a door.

Of course, after thinking I had been kidnapped (which I still do think), I came to the conclusion I was in some sort of holding cell. It didn't make sense, I didn't do anything to deserve this. Who had I pissed off in my previous life?

I whimpered, burying my face against my knees.

I just want to go home...

I sniffed. Had the police been contacted yet? Does my mother even know I've been missing for god knows how long? Is she out there now, searching for me? And what about Lara? Had she gotten away or was she locked up somewhere else?

I bit my lip, shoving the thoughts to the back of my head and attempted to concentrate on something else. Though, it was harder than it seemed. I tried to think about school, upcoming tests, even the birthday party I had been invited too. Unfortunately, I was bombarded with questions once again when my mind drifted off toward the guinea pigs that were hidden somewhere in the forest.

What if they've already woken up?

I sniffed again.

I want to get out of here.

And just like that, my prayers were answered. Well, for the most part. I heard something rattle and my head snapped up as I tried to locate where the sound was coming from. It was mostly a useless attempt, I relied more on my sight than ears. But after being stuck in the dark for who knows how long, I was more or less adapting.

But I could have easily been wrong.

Maybe my mind was deciding to play tricks on me.

The rattling noise sounded again, closer this time.

I couldn't have possibly imagined that.

A few seconds ticked by and I held my breath when the sound of something unlocking with a soft 'click' caused me to freeze.

Another moment passed by before I suddenly was surrounded in light. I cringed back, snapping my eyes shut and slapped my hands over my closed lids. I could have least been given a warning beforehand.

I scowled.

Am I being let out now?

As if on cue, I felt a hand grip my upper arm, pulling me up from my sitting position and dropped me on my feet. My eyes snapped open and my hands slid away while I tried to balance myself. I squinted when the same light invaded my eyes, causing them to go slightly watery. I blinked furiously, letting out a small squeak in fright.

"Wha-?" I mumbled.

"Let's go." a monotone voice grumbled.

Two strong hands gripped my arms and before I could protest, or even sneak a peak at whoever had grabbed me, I was abruptly pulled from my confusion, my feet dragging behind me. I struggled to move while being pulled along and out of my 'cell' and out into a brightly lit corridor.

My vision quickly returned to me after that.

My eyes adjusted to the light change and I all but hobbled while being dragged, my feet occasionally skidding across the concrete ground.

"What's going on?" I managed to choke out. I didn't like the way I was being handled.

The person jostled me and I winced. Their grip was going to leave a bruise, I know it.

"Quiet."

That was all the person responded with. And me, being the young and vulnerable little girl I was, compiled without complaint.

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I was placed unceremoniously on a tall wooden seat. It distantly reminded me of some sort of high chair seeming as I couldn't quite reach the floor with my feet.

I quickly turned to shoot a glare at the person who had pulled me from my cell. Though, my glare quickly melted into amusement when I saw what the person was wearing. A mask of some sort was obscuring their face from me and a black cloak shielded their body, making it rather difficult to determine if it was male or female.

Though, I quickly deduced it was a male. After all, what kind of female has giant hands? No one I knew, anyway.

I mentally shook my head and fixed my sitting position, making sure I wouldn't fall off. It didn't help one bit that the chair was just as solid as the ground I had been sitting on not five minutes prior. I was definitely going to have a numb butt by the end of this.

I sighed quietly and took a quick peek around the new room.

It was small, probably smaller than the previous room I was in. Yet this time the only thing that was placed in this room was the stool I was sitting in, if you ignored the light-bulb that was dangling from the ceiling, occasionally flickering. I also noticed there were two doors. One of the doors was behind the cloaked person and the other was on the opposite side of the room. I raised an eyebrow at it but decided to ignore it.

My musings were cut short when someone cleared their throat and I flinched in response, turning back around to face another stranger in the darker corner of the room. I hadn't noticed the person when I had entered, but then again, I was too focused on the fact I was being manhandled by a weirdo in a strange outfit.

I blinked owlishly at the newcomer as he stepped out of the shadow, revealing a slightly disfigured face that pulled to the side by two large and deep scars. I gasped openly and my body tensed at his approach.

He was a large man and very imposing. He easily towered over my smaller form.

His face twisted into a deep scowl and I shrunk back. "Brat," he barked and I gulped "If you cooperate with us, you might be let off easy. So don't try anything funny."

"I have nothing to hide," I squeaked out a moment later.

The scarred man tilted his head at me and a feral grin graced his features. I shivered at the expression. "Good," his voice rumbled out "Then first I will ask you a series of questions before handing you off."

Handing me off to who?

I nodded silently, refusing to take my eyes off the tall and bulky man.

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The man never really introduced himself.

I didn't really bother to ask him either, I was too nervous.

Besides, I wasn't able to ask any questions. As soon as I answered one of his questions, he would jump right onto the next one.

It was basic stuff about myself.

It ranged from my name, age, where I was born and then drifted off onto my parents, though, I couldn't say much on my father but I knew a heck of a lot about my mother.

Then it went onto stuff like what grades I got in school and what I did in my spare time. I also had to recall everything I did in the past twenty-four hours, right down to the tiny details. Would that be classed as basic stuff? I wasn't sure.

The interrogation lasted three hours and I was mentally spent by the end of it.

I wasn't told why I was overloaded with question after question. I just had to sit there and endure it, trying to be as blunt as possible without trying to stutter. More than one occasion had the scarred man had grown a little frustrated at my answers-though, I couldn't help it. I had to repeat myself a lot of the time.

All he had to do was raise his voice at me and it would induce me to a shaking and stuttering wreck. I think he took pleasure in knowing he had the upper hand here and held a lot of power over me. The simple things the man did caused an effect on me each time and I was none too proud that I was acting like a coward.

It didn't help that I was thirsty and hungry ether. That was the farthest thing from my mind, however.

But that raised a question within myself that I had been dying to ask.

I licked my lips, fidgeting in my seat "Where is my sister?" I asked meekly.

The man eyed me, but didn't answer. He simply trudged over the other masked person and handed him something, I didn't exactly catch what it was though. The masked person simply nodded and stood back.

"Emily." I straightened up at the call of my name and watched as the scarred man walked to the door at the opposite end of the room. "Come."

I didn't hesitate in slipping off the stool. I wobbled a little, and allowed myself a small stretch before stumbling over to him. I stopped a few feet in front of him. He frowned, but didn't say anything before twisting the knob and pushed the door open. He gestured for me to go ahead and I glanced up at him, nervously stepping forward.

I guess he didn't like that and instead, gave me a push on the shoulder, causing me to tumble over myself and slipped into the room.

I caught myself before I could fall.

"Ah, I didn't expect you to be so long with her."

My head snapped up and I was met by three figures. Two of the three had masks on, just like the previous person I met. The one in the middle however, I could see perfectly. It was another man, but this man wasn't as scary looking, but he did have strong facial features that caused me to freeze up. There was no warmth in his gaze and I idly wondered if I was going to have to sit through another interrogation.

The man scratched his head before running a hand through his long blond hair.

I've never seen hair that long before.

The man that pushed me in, stood beside me and offered the other man a grunt in response. "She has a bad habit of repeating herself."

I blushed openly at that and looked away.

Something else caught my eye immediately. It was a large silver contraption of sorts that was shaped like some sort of half sphere with the front half cut off. In the centre of that I could see another seat, but this time it was lower to the ground.

Am I going to have to sit on that?

"Well, anyway, I finished up with the other one about an hour ago so I'm ready for this one." the blond man jabbed his thumb toward me. I blinked up at the man. Was he talking about Lara? I bit my lip, I'll find out sooner or later.

"Good, I'll leave the brat in your care. I'll be back when you're finished."

The man at my side gave me a not so gentle shove on the back and I tumbled forward again. But before I could turn to glare at him, the two masked me grabbed my arms and hauled me over to the weird contraption and seated me down. I didn't even struggle, it wasn't going to get me anywhere.

I slumped in the seat slightly, but didn't protest when the two masked people pressed down on my shoulders as if expecting me to run away or throw a fit. I was too confused to do any of that, I just wanted this over and done with.

Without another word, the blond haired man walked toward me and knelt down to my level.

"Don't fight me," was all he said before placing a hand on top of my head.

The next moment, I slipped off into unconsciousness.