Chloe's POV

"You can't make me help you," I growled.

Ron stepped forward, "Oh but we can."

He gripped my shoulder and turned me around and shoved me back in the direction of the house.

"We hoped that you seeing our history would bring you around to our way of thinking," Ron said. "But we have other means if that's not going to work."

"You're not going to infect yourselves with my blood," I struggled from his grip.

Ron chuckled.

"How stupid do you think we are? Of course not."

He led me to a tool shed behind the house. Inside was a wooden chair nailed to the floor. Ron sat me down and strapped me into it. When he turned on the overhead bulb, I saw all the tools lining the walls. This wasn't just a tool shed, it was a torture chamber.

"I don't like the looks of this," Kyle said. I could tell he felt crappy that he wasn't a poltergeist like Liz, he wanted to be able to help but couldn't.

A woman came inside the shed.

"Prim," she introduced herself as she scanned the walls. Looking for something in particular. I responded with a growl and struggle against my restraints.

She pulled a rusty device from the wall that looked like an oversized cork screw.

"Well that's what I'm here for," she snickered. "We're going to get that attitude out of you."

Kyle rushed at her but it did nothing. Ron stepped out of the shed and shut the door behind him. And I just sat here helpless, waiting for whatever was coming next.

"Oh don't be a wimp," Prim shook her head. "You won't remember the pain. Besides, its a lengthy process. Not overnight."

She stepped closer to me. I screamed, I would have kicked her if I wasn't strapped down. She picked up a loose leather strap and shoved it into my mouth. Trying to quiet me down.

"Let her go!" Kyle yelled for me.

Derek's POV

I was sitting in a chair and a lady I'd never seen before approached me. She shoved something in my mouth that tasted like old dried blood. She smiled and ignored shouting as something pierced my jaw. Through the pain I could hear screaming. But it wasn't my scream, it sounded like Chloe.

I opened my eyes with a jolt.

"Whoa there," Simon looked up at me. "Everything ok?"

I realized I was drenched in sweat.

"Uh," I didn't know. "Bad dream."

But was it a dream? Or did I really see what Chloe was seeing? Oh god if that really was my connection with Chloe, I might puke. To see that is one thing, to live it is another.

"You sure that you are ok sweetie?" Tess asked.

"I hope so," I admitted. "Or Chloe's in big trouble."

"You think you had one of your telepathic things?" Simon asked before I could shush him.

"What?" Tess and Matt said in unison.

I glared at Simon. "I told you not to mention that."

"Well, cats out of the bag. Care to explain?" Matt replied.

"When the Edison Group had Chloe they must have messed with her brain or something by accident. We can sometimes hear each others thoughts."

I made no eye contact as I spoke.

"Awesome," Jeremy smiled. "I wish they did that to me."

I whipped around and gave him a look that shut him up immediately.

"What did you see?" Simon asked.

"It was a bad dream," I told him.

"But what was it?" He pressed.

Simon got my glare again.

"Torture, ok? She's being tortured. Happy?"

"Oh god," Matt's heart sank.