(A/N: Sorry for not posting in FOREVER, I've been so busy! Also guys. please leave reviews and likes, I want to know who likes it. Also, I need your guys' opinions. Should it end tragically or happily? I'll do either but can't decide myself. Please leave suggestions!)
In a dark, dark room, with no way in, and no way out, a young elf's eyes were bloodshot with pain, and his skin all seared. Burns ranging from first to third-degree coated everywhere across his body. Blood dripped on the hard, grey stone, slowly changing to a maroon color. Tooth gritted against tooth, and the only noise was the laugh of a maniac with a brain. Occasional bursts of light would illuminate the room briefly, turning off when the smell of burning flesh began.
"When will you give up, you stubborn little boy?" An annoyed voice yelled, hands lighting up again and digging into the boy, who was tied to a folding chair like a human's chair with a rope that burned. The boy gritted his teeth louder and kept in the scream that would mean defeat, the end to all.
When the man stepped back, removing his hands, the boy let out the breath he had been holding and breathed heavily. Each and every burn, every cut, every bruise merited its own scream, but the young man knew he couldn't give up. If he did, it meant defeat. It meant the end to all that was good. The Neverseen would win. The world would fall. Humans and elves together would die innocently.
Sophie would die if he failed.
And that's what kept him sane.
"Give up you idiot!" The older man shrieked and the flames began to rise higher as the heat began to singe. The man still held his ground, teeth grinding together as the pain intensified.
"I will not. Give. Up!" The young man yelled into the flames, not daring to open his eyes to singe painfully.
"THEN YOU WILL BURN!" The sound of the yell faded as the roaring of flames grew.
Keefe
Keefe woke up with a jolt, shivering and unable to breathe for a moment. He choked until his lungs remembered breathing and he gasped in a breath, his lungs heaving. Panicked, he looked around, thinking Fintan was in his dad's beach house for a brief second.
What was that dream? He wondered as he was about to fall back asleep when suddenly he heard a very familiar voice in his head.
KEEFE! Sophie Elizabeth Foster, the girl he was madly in love with, yelled in his mind.
Woah, Foster, those are some intense emotions right there! He joked.
This isn't a joke Keefe! She snapped. The Neverseen left a note in my room!
And five minutes later Keefe was standing in Sophie's room with Fitz, Biana, and Dex.
"I still don't understand how they got in!" Sandor scratched his chin. The goblins had looked everywhere and anywhere but still couldn't figure it out.
"Maybe it was the same way Gisela broke in," Biana suggested. Keefe scowled. He hated his mom.
"By the way Keefe, how's Ro?" Sophie asked. Her concerned face was soooo adorable…
Stay on subject Keefe! Keefe punched his mind mentally.
"Ah, she's doing fine. Not liking the bed rest but hey, I get to be her babysitter for once!" Keefe smirked.
Sophie's got those dark circles again. I don't want her sleep-deprived. She needs to stay Sophie…
STOP IT KEEFE! He whacked his head again.
"Keefe, you okay? You keep smacking your head," Sophie asked, coming closer to hold his hand.
"Aw, is anyone else ready to spew from all the Foster-Keefe action lately?" Biana asked, looking around.
Grady scowled.
Sandor groaned.
Fitz looked away.
Biana shrugged.
"What did the note exactly say?" Keefe asked, changing the subject.
Sophie handed him the note.
"Prepare for the sudden turn, if not be ready to burn." Keefe read aloud.
"Wait." Fitz took the note and read it again. "We captured Fintan, and Brant was smashed into nothingness in Lumenaria." He paced around the room, doing two back-and-forths before pausing. "Who's the other Pyrokinetic then?" He asked, looking around.
Dex said something quietly.
"What was that Dex?" Sophie asked.
"Maybe it wasn't a Pyrokinetic." He said louder.
"Then would they just set fire naturally?" Keefe asked.
"Who knows?" Biana yawned.
"Okay, how about all of you kids go to bed and we can take over?" Mr. Forkle, who just appeared, suggested as Sophie yawned too.
"It is pretty late, and you guys didn't sleep much last night at the sleepover. I'll hail Alden and Della to tell them you're coming home." Grady offered and everyone accepted, leaving gratefully. Keefe stayed, stalling and looking around.
Grady coughed.
Sophie scowled at him before grabbing Keefe's hand.
"You okay?" She asked him.
"Yeah, but I don't really want to go back to my good ol' dad," Keefe replied, squeezing her hand a little tighter as he thought about how cruel his dad could be.
"You can stay here!" Sophie offered before wincing and looking back at Grady pleadingly.
Grady pondered it before sighing. "For tonight." He grumbled. "Just let me talk to him in the other room."
Grady grabbed Keefe's wrist and dragged him into the kitchen as Sophie set everything up on the sofa for Keefe. "Look, I know you and she have some feelings and I get the feeling you're now officially a thing, but if I find out you did anything to her over the night you won't make it to the elite levels!" Grady growled in his ear threateningly, leaving Keefe in a sweat as he promised to not do anything, and let go.
Keefe walked back into the living room to see Sophie finishing up making a makeshift bed.
"It's all finished!" She yelled, yawning and stretching her back.
"You should get some sleep, Foster," Keefe lightly kissed her cheek. "Goodnight, my love," he whispered as she turned around and went upstairs.
His heart missed a beat as she turned around and blew him a kiss, whispering back "Goodnight, my love." As she disappeared going up the stairs, Keefe lay down, closing his eyes and trying to think thoroughly about everything that had happened in the past few days.
It had started when Fitz had convinced him to attend the Foxfire ball.
"I don't want to!" Keefe had yelled.
"And I'm making you, you crabby elf!" Fitz had yelled back, making Keefe wear a suit and tie. It was a classic black-and-white suit, complete with the fancy tie and all. After an hour of yelling, debate, and tugging, Keefe had finally gotten ready for the dance, styled his hair, and arrived at the doors to Foxfire, amazed at all the beautiful lighting and moonlight. He walked in, prepared to face Sophie.
Keefe smiled as he thought about how she came in, so beautiful, so gorgeous, so Sophie. There wasn't a day that had gone by when he didn't contemplate how such an amazing person could exist. Sophie Foster lived with humans, found out she was an elf, was traumatized, kidnapped, survived kidnapping, saved the world almost daily, but still coped with all her inner secrets. She managed to hide her trauma more than anyone ever could and still was so flawless.
When Keefe had seen her, so happy dancing with Fitz, Keefe had never been more sure of who she chose. He was ready to let her go. If it made her happy, he would be happy, even if it broke his heart. So when he saw them kissing, his heart melted as it accepted she chose Fitz. The angry, scared, broken boy beneath chose his moment to appear, and Keefe left, saying he had to attend to something.
But when she ran out and caught him, his heart mended back together and every inch of him was in electric shock when she leaned forward and kissed him. And all of a sudden, it clicked, that she chose him, that she had fallen for him and she was kissing him.
That had possibly been the best day of his life, by far.
With the memory of that night cheering up his gloomy and depressing thoughts, Keefe slowly drifted off into sleep.
A lonely blonde sat on a hill, her eyes stained red with tears, her cheeks flushed with trails of tears that had fallen, and her hair blowing in the wind as she stared at the ground. The trees swayed in rhythm with the blades of grass, slowly darkening as a cloud covered the sun, blotting out all the light.
A small sob escaped the girl's lips. Another tear trickled down her cheek, flying away with the wind. That tear seemed to be the first of the storm, the sky letting out its fury. The rain pounded down with enough pressure to feel like icy hail, but the ice-cold rain only made the girl cry harder.
A young man with teal eyes and dark hair walked out in the storm, his arm raised over his head as he searched for the girl through the waves of rain. He spotted her, fighting the wicked rain as he kneeled down beside her, yelling for her to come inside.
The girl ignored her as she mumbled something through her sobs.
"If only I had looked back…" she sobbed, burying her face in the boy's shirt, which was already soaked.
The boy sat down, holding her soaking head in his hand. "It'll be okay," he promised.
"No it won't!" she answered furiously, letting out a loud cry and sobbed hard for a few minutes before finally settling down her raging emotions.
"I miss him," she cried out.
Keefe sat up, the sadness of the dream washing over him as he began to worry about his mental health. Two dreams like this weren't normal, that's for sure. But just as he was about to sleep, he noticed a disturbance in the air, like something was setting it off, or an invisible person, he realized, as the front door opened. And as quickly as he could say "Foster", a head appeared and disappeared, but Keefe committed the features to memory. Even more intrigued, he got up to follow it, when he noticed someone else coming down the stairs.
Sophie gestured to the door, making walking and catching symbols with her hands. Keefe nodded, and they slowly opened the door, looking back to make sure no one was following, and closed it, on their quest to find the Vanisher who was in Sophie's house.