Me: Hey guys, sorry for the slow updates lately. Been busy.

Solace: Am I getting my big moment yet?

Me: What? Who said YOU were getting a big moment?

Solace: I DID.

Brooke: You clan have a big moment if you actually manage to rescue me.

Dean: And me!

Kalyn: We are not am army.

Dean: No, just a super awesome powerful team of ninjas!

D'Anna: Um Dean, just no.

Dean: Aww, can't we?

Solace: No.

Dean: Bu-

Solace: NO!

Kalyn: Thank you to DerpyJam for reviewing, and Denow and Firefrostflare for supporting us lately.

Brooke: Will somebody come rescue me? I'm getting tired of staring at walls.

Solace: Why? Walls are good for staring at!

Brooke: ...

Kalyn: Nah, don't worry.

Brooke: Enjoy :(

Chapter 15:Escape

Turns out my rescue team never came. It was midafternoon in my ever so lonley jail cell. I waited for something to happen. I could have sat there for hours awaiting their arrival, but unfortunately I didn't get that opportunity. The Mesmer swung open the door. The metallic sound of his heels echoed on the tile floor, as his fedora coat tails swept after his movements. His eyes were covered with sunglasses, and I was thankful. I didn't want another look at his ice cold eyes. Too late. As if he knew what I was thinking, he swept off the shades and gave me a cold stare. For some reason, without having to read his mind, I knew what he was thinking.

"You know that Kalyn is going to rescue me.." I decided

"Of course I do, naive little girl. I know he is going to try."

"Try?"

"And fail." The Mesmer smirked.

"You don't know that!" Sudden anger boiled inside of me and I thrashed out.

"Your incompetence amuses me child. I have more than fifty soldiers that can be summoned at the flick of the hand, all ready to do whatever I ask. Do you think that a mere fourteen year old boy and some friends will be able to surpass through an entire complex unnoticed?"

As much as I wanted to say yes right away, my mouth betrayed me, and my lips quivered. I hesitated only for a split second, but this was enough to tip the Mesmer off that I wasn't sure.

"Guess that means I do. Join me?" He asked, the edge of his mouth turned up, as if reminding me that I still had to make that choice.

"Why do you need me so much? Are you saying that you aren't powerful enough? And even better, why don't you mesmerize me? I would be doing your bidding and I wouldn't even know it."

The Mesmer scowled. "We need you because your powers could unlock advantages we never had. Yes, my own powers are limited. And no, as much as I would like, I cannot mesmerize you, because your powers can only fully be used of you are your true self."

I smirked. "I see. How...unfortunate."

"Yes..." The Mesmer agreed "Unfortunate."

"So why is it that you think love is unreliable?" I asked causally, trying to delay my decision "Is it because you have had a bad experience with love?"

"No." he said quickly, but a saw a single spark in his eyes that looked like he was hiding something.

So I closed my eyes and zoned in on his thoughts. A vision was projected into my mind. The Mesmer was younger looking, laughing with a small girl. She had long hazel hazel coloured hair, and her bright big teal eyes were in popbottle glasses. The girl screamed with pleasure as she ran circles around the Mesmer.

"Daddy!" She wailed as he took her arms playfully and swung her around. "Faster! Faster!"

It took me a second to realize that the Mesmer had a daughter. She shifted her weight and the Mesmer lost balance, collapsing onto the floor with the girl laughing on top of him. In the shadows, a woman stood and watched. Her eyes were dark, a blackened teal, so sickly you knew she smelled like trouble. She stalked up to the Mesmer and his daughter. One slender hand caught the daughters pigtail and yanked up.

"MOMMY!" The girl wailed.

This thought perhaps surprised me even more. This cruel woman was this girls mother? The girl screamed in protest as her mother chidled with her.

"Now now. Is that any way for a lady to behave?" Her angelic voice sliced into the afternoon air.

"Im NOT a lady!" The young girl shrieked. "Leave me alone!"

"Helen, it's all right, we were just-"

"You were just what?" The lady snapped, and the Mesmer cringed with hurt. "You cannot treat my daughter like a wild horsemen. She will learn to be a proper lady."

I could see that he had feelings for her, but along side that was also fear.

The Mesmer scowled. "You can't tell me how to raise my daughter."

"That is where you are wrong." She chuckled. "I have foreseen your future. I should have stopped it ahead of time. You are not ready to raise a daughter, much less mine. This has gone on too long. I will not have this horseplay occurring. You are relieved of your duties. Your influence on my girl is unhealthy."

I saw the shock and realization in the Mesmer's voice.

"You can't!" He cried.

"You know the authority of my job. They can get me whatever i want. And what I want is my daughter. She will prove as an good assistant when shes older. The fact is, they can also remove things I do not want. And at this moment, what I do not want is you."

The Mesmer's eyes went wide. "Thats not fair! Please, you can't."

She wrapped a vice like grip around her now crying daughter. "You're right. It's not fair. But Im sorry to say that I can take my daughter. And I will."

She smiled, a mouthful of blinding white teeth, and she and the girl materialized in to thin air. The vision started to fall apart, pieces shattering and fading away. The Mesmer collapsed in a heave of sobs as the last of the scene melted and I was pulled away.

I opened my eyes. The Mesmer was still at the end of his "no." I realized that somehow time had slowed down for me, and it was like nothing had ever happened. What happened to his daughter and his wife? And exactly how long was that ago?

"So then how is it that you think it's unreliable. You couldnt have been just born and thought that."

The Mesmer smiled again "Youre stalling."

"And so are you."

He scowled again, and flipped back on his shades. "This room vault door only opens from the outside if you have registered DNA. "

"So?" I asked, really wishing that I had my illegal pathfinder with me.

Unfortunately, I had left it at home and the Mesmer had taken my nexus.

"So no one, is coming to rescue you." He sighed as if I was clearly missing the point. "And you have one hour to make a final decision."

Then he tugged his coat to his chest and turned around. He opened the door and walked through. Three guards closed it shut. Just as they did, a figure appeared inside. The figure had a black cloak on, draped over its head so I couldn't see it's face.

"What are you doing here?" I asked "Are you Kalyn?"

The figure didn't answer, but held out a gloved hand to me. I took a look back at the secured door. Then I took the cloaked figure's hand, and my insides bubbled. My brain felt like feathers as I was lifted somewhere else.

I found myself in huge house. Well, it was more of a mansion, actually. High ceilings held massive ornate chandeliers, decorated with pendants and crystals. Old fashioned offices with gold played desks and chairs surrounded me, along with wall and walls of books. A long corridor was slung with gold framed portraits and paintings of all sorts and a magnificent velvet staircase swept to an upper floor, with the same decorations and styles. I stared in wonder at the sight.

Beside me, the figure draped her dark hood behind her and give me a wide eyed stare. I stifled a gasp. It was Marta, from school, the smartest student in our year. Usually she looked like a nerd out of a comic book, but today she looked more mature. Her short light brown hair normally tied in a high ponytail, was left down, sitting just above her shoulders. Her rectangular shaped glasses were smaller and a dark green, fitting her face more than her pop bottle glasses. Her face was longer than I thought it was, and her face was dotted with freckles.

"Brooke." She said politely, but there was a slight edge to her voice. "If you would follow me."

She threw her cloak on a hook, revealing her normal school uniform, and started walking down the hall. I followed her, stumbling to catch up. As we walked through the hallway, I tried to closely examine each picture, but Marta was moving so quickly, I would lose her in the maze of rooms. So I hurried to catch up and followed her into a small room. It was a small bedroom with a single lightbulb hanging from an electrical string. The bed was simple, but the iron frame seemed to have a gold tint to it, and the sheets were a gold colour also. A small pile of fresh clean clothes were neatly folded on the cot.

"We will be awaiting you in a half an hour. Look presentable." Then she closed the door and left me alone.

I realized that the small room lets to an even smaller washroom, with a bathtub. Eagerly, I showered, delighted to be clean, and threw on my new clothes. It was a simple uniform, not like the Foxfire one we had for school, but a navy blue vest and skirt, with a white blouse and a tie. I found simple dark flats under the bed. As I combed my fingers through my wet hair, I wondered where I was.

I opened the door, and peeked outside. Empty. Curious, I walked down the hall and peered through all the door. Some had people working, in which I slipped out without any of them noticing. Some were empty, and I looked momentarily in them before continuing on. I knew that this was probably rude, but I couldn't resist. This was like the mother of all ancient mansions.

As I neared the end of the corridor, I heard harsh voices. I turned into a area that looked a court room. Several people looked were seated in semicircle rows, talking viscously to each other. Unlike a court room, the rows did not face a judge, but each other, as if two parts of a messed up circle. I took another step into the room. Everyone stopped. My heart accelerated as I was being stared down at by at least fifty sets of eyes.

"Brooke Matthews?" A tall man rose.

I nodded shyly and awkwardly bowed. The man gestured to a seat beside him.

"Come," He said "We were just about to begin."

Me: So I hoped you liked the chapter!

Brooke: I have a bad feeling I know where this is going.

Me: You are probably right.

Brooke: I figured as much.

Me: Stay Tuned for more!

Brooke: I do not like this.

Me: I can't wait for you to see what I have in mind!

Brooke: Not liking at all...