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When I wake up I'm in the back of a dark van. I can feel the rope against my wrists, locking them together. I am still confused by what happened. One minute Quinn and I were in the forest, the next bags were thrown over our heads and we were dragged away.
I look to see Quinn who is still blacked out. There is a small window type opening with bars facing into the drivers. I hear them talk quietly, mumbling something about a 'purple dragon', whatever that is. A camera is set up in the corner, watching my every move.
"She's awake." I hear one of the men say. Who are these people? Where are they taking us?
A man turns around in his chair and looks at me through the small window. He had a mohawk and wears a sly smile. "Don't worry," he chuckles, "we're almost there."
Almost where?
Flashback to few hours ago
"Tell me again how this is going to help?" I ask Quinn as we trudge through the knee high plants that surround us. Yesterday, after we discovered that when I touch fire it doesn't burn and I can hold it, Quinn made a plan to help me control the flames that appear when I get angry. Her plan involved hiking through the forest to find the place where it first happened.
It was a very hot day and the sound of birds chirping and the smell of honeysuckles made me feel gleeful. It almost feels as though all my senses are heighted. Every time I touch a plant or branch, it electrifies my body, makes me completely aware of where I am. I look up to the sky and see the leaves hanging from the branches. I can see it all so clearly and I'm not even wearing my glasses or contacts.
Everything feels perfect.
"I was thinking that if you learn to control the fire when you're not angry, it won't be as hard when you are angry." Quinn explains. I guess that makes sense.
I notice the large tree that was at the edge of the clearing and wonder over to it as Quinn follows. It is the same as last time I was here, brown leaves and twigs scattered along the soft ground. There are no trees that cover the top which lets the light spill through.
"Here." I turn Quinn as she throws a lighter my way and I catch it with ease. The lighter is the size of a small match box. It is coal black and has a gold design on it. It looks expensive to say the least.
"Where did you get this?" I ask, knowing neither Quinn nor her parents smoke. That was another difference in our families, half my family were smokers. I tried a cigarette once, but as soon as it touched my lips, I knew I would hate it.
"I found it in a box of my Granddads things. He probably won't miss it considering he's, ya know, dead and stuff." Quinn's granddad died when she was very young and a bunch of his old junk was stored in her attic. One curious night when her parents were out, we snuck up to the attic and found some cool things like pen knives, old photos and boxes other items.
I flipped the top of the lighter up and lit it. The small flame flickered as I placed my hand over it, barley touching it. The heat tickles my palm. When I finally touch it warmth spreads across my body, relaxing my muscles. A larger flame ignites from my hand and I close the lighter again, putting it in my back pocket.
"Okay, so what now?" I question Quinn while igniting my other hand with the flame.
"Well in movies, people can always throw fire so try that." How do you throw fire? They should have taught us that in school instead of how many pineapples James can fit in his car.
I move one hand back as if to throw a ball. I aim at a tree in the distance and carefully take a step back then swing my arm forward, hoping that something will happen.
Unfortunately nothing happens and I end up looking like an idiot. I turn to Quinn. She tries her best to hide her laugh and I just glare at her. "Care to tell me how to throw fire? Or are you just gonna stand there and laugh at me?"
"How am I supposed to know?" She giggles, "I'm not the one with freaky fire hands!" The flames in my hands grow for a second like someone had put a small amount of petrol on them.
"I could burn you alive, you know?" I smirk inching closer to her. Quinn's laughter dies down, but a smile is still on her face.
"I know, but you love me too much." I laugh in response knowing that she is right. Quinn is my best friend and if anyone tried to hurt her, I would probably kill them. In the distance I hear a twig snap and spin my body around, searching for the source of the sound.
"Did you hear that?" I whisper.
"Yes, I'm right beside you," Quinn replies not so quietly as another twig snaps. "Relax, it's just an animal. We are in the forest after all."
I take a breath, calming my nerves. She's right, I have nothing to be worried about, yet it still doesn't feel right.
All of a sudden, a bag is put over my head and I am consumed by darkness. I hear Quinn scream as the attacker ties my hands together. "Quinn!" I shout, but I don't hear a reply. I kick my legs out, hitting someone in the shin which earns me a small yelp. Pulling myself free, I run forward in the direction I last saw Quinn.
"Get her!" A man yells as to strong arms grab me from behind. Something is pushed into my back and tiredness begins to take over me, enabling me to fight back.
My body slowly falls to the ground as the man holding me gently lowers me. "It's alright." Is the last thing I hear before I completely shut down.
"Don't worry, we're almost there."
The van hits a small bump the road and my head bangs against the cold metal. I begin to reach up and rub it, but that idea is quickly shot down as the ropes remind me that I can't move my hands.
A soft whimper escapes Quinn's mouth, telling me that she is waking up. "Quinn," I say as her eyes flutter open, "Are you okay?" She groans and sits up straighter, looking around the dimly lit van. I can barely see her face.
"Where are we?" She whispers as if she was woken up early on a Saturday morning. She sees the ropes on her wrist and tugs them to test their strength. Unlike me, her hands are tied together and put at her front, but mine are at my back.
"I have no idea..." The thought of these men kidnapping us and then kill us sends a shudder through my spine. Moving slightly in my seat, I feel something in my back pocket. I reach in and my fingers rap around the cool metal. The lighter, I thought. Why didn't I think of that before?
I take it out and nod to the piece of metal, hoping Quinn will see it and know my plan. She nods back. I try to open the top but it is kind of difficult considering the position I'm in. When it finally opens, I cough loudly, attempting to mask the sound of lighting it. The men don't notice and I quickly burn the rope from my wrists, freeing me.
Quinn smiles and holds her hands out as I undo the knots for her.
"We're here." Says the guy with the mohawk. I finish untying Quinn as he opens the door and makes it round to the back. I light my hands of fire ready to fight him when he opens the door, but as soon as it swings open, no one is standing there. Quinn and I look at each other.
"I'm not going to hurt you." The guy said, but he was still unseen. "So just put the fire out and we can talk." I look down at my hands then to Quinn. She nods slightly as if telling me to do what he says. I curl my fingers into a fist, putting the flames out. "That's better." He says. Suddenly he appears, standing in front of the doors like he's been there the whole time.
"How did you-" Quinn starts, but he puts his hand up to silence her. She gives him the look that means she's already pissed off with him. Her eyes narrow and jaw clenched. A small smile takes hold of my face. Quinn hates being interrupted.
"My name is Noah Puckerman," The man- Noah- says while stepping back and letting us jump out of the van, "but you can call me Puck." I look around at where we are. There is a long drive way that goes on for ages and at either side there are huge trees. Its looks like a forest at each side. The van drives on and reveals large black gates, the fancy type you see at billionaire houses.
Puck puts his arms behind his back, letting Quinn and I admire where we are. He starts walking towards the gates, telling us to follow. This would have been the perfect chance to make a run for it, but something draws me to this place. He presses his finger against a scanner and the gates open lazily.
"Welcome to McKinley."