I'm...different. Most people are out to kill me.
And not in the classic cat-fight way.
Like, with a knife, or gun.

Jake is my only friend.

I trust no one.

This is what the mark (#) has given me.

The group of people I belong to are hunted, killed for things we do not know. Just because you possess special powers doesn't mean you are evil, right?

I sure as heck hope not.

This is what I am.

I, Fire Rose, am an Allure.


7. Chapter Seven!

He pushes a branch out of the way and holds it until I walk past.  It whacks Jake in the face as he lets go.  Jake jumps and rubs his nose. I shake my head.

"Mind telling us where we're going?" Says Jake grumpily.

"Sorry, I already did. I'm not a tape you can repeat." Zak replies.  Jake groans.

"Just tell us how much longer?"

"A few minutes. Calm down, you'll survive." After a few more minutes he asks us a few questions to pass the time. "I haven't been around the cities a while. What changed?"

"Well, it depends. When did you leave?"

"Who says I left?" There's a glint in those almost black eyes. Why do they change color? "It was four years ago." The same year I found out I was an Allure and ran away to the camp outside the Castle Dale Lots. Could it just be a coincidence?

"Dread school is the same. Same boring teachers as years before, following your every move." I reply.

"Same subjects and everything?"

"I think they might have changed it since you left.  We don't learn anything other than math, science, and history.  And even in those we don't learn much."

"But that's not Dread School now is it?" He mumbles. I sigh. Is it that obvious I was taught differently? Does that mean he was too?

"They have the same weapons and techniques as years and years before we were born."

"Then how did you get your weapons? You aren't allowed to own one until you are eighteen." How did he know that?!

"I'm almost eighteen."

"Still." I shrug. I stole them, but I'm not about to admit it to some boy I just met. Especially one who is on my bad side.

"How much longer?" Groans Jake. Zak just chuckles and speeds up.




After walking four more hours with nothing to be heard except the crunch of leaves and the occasional whine from Jake, we reach a tall dome shaped building in the middle of a clearing. I'm just about to step out when Zak's hand shoots out in front of me.

"Don't. Move." I narrow my eyes at him. He jumps over an ivisible object and walks over to a tree near the building.  He pulls out a little switch and flips it to the up position.  There's a flash of light.  A few stars dance in my vision. "Alright. Come on." I follow Zak to the tall door, and he knocks.



"What was that back there with the light and the switch?" I whisper. He turns to look at me.

"Don't worry about it." He mumbles before he knocks one last time. The door swings open. I glances inside and then motions for us to follow him in. I shut the door behind me and look around.

We are in a dimly lit corridor with grey walls and grey floors. There is a door at the end of the long stretch. There are no windows, and no other rooms. I move cautiously behind Zak.

"What is this place?"

"Long story short, a death chamber." He pushes me behind him before swinging open the door. I gulp down a sigh as cool air fills the humid hallway. "Alright, looks clear. Stay close and don't make eye contact." I look up at him, right into his eyes. "You scared Angel?"

"No fear, no worries." His eyes show a flicker or recognition.

"Now I wonder where you got that." I narrow my eyes and cock my head to the side. He grins and pulls us through the door. There's a small couch in the middle of a blank, pasty white room. There are two people sitting on it. One is bloody and bruised and the other is perfectly fine. Except the perfect one is holding a knife. I shiver. Zak tugs on my hand.

I didn't realize he was holding it until now. I risk a glance at our fingers entwined.

I wonder if mine are sweating.

That would be embarressing.

The thing that bugs me is he isn't hold my hand like Jake, in the 'Just Friends' way. He's holding it girlfriend-boyfriend. Like, lacing fingers.

I want to punch him, but at the same time it's comforting, like it's normal. But it's not.

We come to a stop at yet another door. Zak stares at it for a second. Then he sighs and lets go of my hand to knock on the door. I almost reach out to grab it again when it comes to a rest at his side, then think better of it. He would think I was weak. He would reject it. There's a little slot on the door. It slide open and two eyes appear. They are an icey blue, almost grey.


"Come on James, it's not funny."

"Password?" Zak rolls his eyes.


"Ha, ha." Says the man sarcastically.  I grin as he pushes the door open. He is tall, with a strong build. He pulls Zak into a headlock and messes up his hair.  Jake and I just stand there awkwardly as Zak tries to fight him off.

"Come on James!" The man, James, looks up and meets eyes with me. He loosens his grip on Zak without ever losing my eyes. Zak escapes and brushes himself off. Then he glances up and looks between me and James. As his eyes meet mine, he sends me another picture.

A rainy day, a perfectly painted crosswalk. Holding hands, and a car. A flash of light and a high-pitched scream.

I gasp and the picture disappears. Zak is back at my side.

"She's back..." Whispers James, still staring at me. I look at Zak. He grins.

"What's he talking about? I've never been here."

"Oh but you have Angel." He whispers.

"How did you find her? You aren't supposed to be making contact! I mean, I know you like her a lot, but you can't risk her life. You said so yourself."

"She was never here." Zak throws a coin in James' direction.  He sighs and nods. Jake clears his throat.

"Why are we here exactly?"

"You wanted to be brought into the base. I brought you in."

"This doesn't help at all." I spit. He grins and shakes his head.

"You're telling me." I reach into my bag and pull out the map.

"Does this mean anything to you?!" He stares at it in my hands before shaking his head.

"No, absolutely nothing."  I look at James.

"How about you!?" I wave it in his face. He shakes his head. I throw my hands in the air. "Great! This is the only reason we came here, for answers, and yet I get none. After all that walking, and puting up with you, I get absolutely nothing but a few pictures!" I yell at Zak. He holds up his hands in surrender.

"I'm sorry, I can't do anything more. I really wish I could. I wish you could remember me Angel, I really do." I give a frustrated grunt in response and plop down on a couch near me. Jake sits on the arm.

"Just one question."

"What?!" I snap.

"What pictures are you talking about?"

So I was the only one he showed them too. Great. People are going to think I'm nuts! No one will ever believe me!

"He showed them through our minds. I know that sounds crazy, but it's the truth." Jake jumps up and sighs, running his fingers through his hair.

"Great. So now we have a whack job showing you pictures and leading us into what probably is a trap." I look around the room. Zak and James have both disappeared.


"And now we have no idea where we are, or how to get back. We don't have enough supplies to last us another day, Fire! What are we going to do!?"


"I can't believe-"


"WHAT?!" He yells frustratingly. I point to the door.

"They're gone." He glances in the direction in pointing.

"Shit." He whispers. We both jump up and run after the door.

"ZAK! OPEN THE DOOR!" I bang on it. My strength does absolutely nothing to the door. It doesn't budge at all. I sigh and sit back on the couch while Jake pounds on the door. I rub my temples and try and think this through.

Why did he leave?!

Where did he go?!

I didn't hear the door open or shut!

He didn't say anything about leaving us behind in this room! Finally the bruised and bloody person opens the door.  His eyes grow wide and he shakes his head as Jake and I push through. The girl with the knife looks at us and lets out a shrill scream.  We plug our ears as she runs after us. She holds the knife above her head.  I push Jake forward and he runs to the door. I follow him, until I'm pulled to the side. A familiar hand is over mine.

Hush and both and Jake will be fine. Tell him to be still.

Jake, be still.

Jake freezes and holds still, always trusting what I say. The woman with the knife freezes and looks around the room like she can't see or find us.


Be still, you'll be fine Angel, I promise.

I can feel myself shaking.

I am not scared.

I'm not scared of anything.

It's okay to be scared, Fire.

No. No it's not.

It sure makes you want to be closer to me, that's a plus.

I realize I have pushed myself all the way against him, shaking in his arms.

Now's not the time, Zak.

You're telling me?!

I grin. Jake turns to look at us. I meet eyes with him.

Jealousy shines bright in his face. I smile and take the oppurtunity to make him mad. I turn my head into Zak's shirt, pretending to be scared. His grip on my arms tightens.

I can hear the two people move back and sit down on the couch.  Zak slowly eases me off him. He grips my hand and pulls me to Jake.

"Take her to the forest. Two miles west there's a bunker. I'll meet you there." He nods. I glance at him.

"I thought you said you couldn't help us."

"Us. Did I say I couldn't help you?" He turns back to Jake. "Take care of her?"

"Why would you care?" I spit.

"Because I care about you, Angel." Shock explodes on my face.

What did he just say?!

"What?" Zak sighs. He gives me a quick kiss on the forehead and then hands me over to Jake. I'm still in too much shock to do anything but let Jake pull me out the door. I follow behind him, my boots crunching on dry leaves.

My fingers travel to the spot Zak planted the kiss, lingering for a fraction of a second.

"Coming Fire?"

"Yeah.." I mumble.

Slowly stepping over a log, I look in the direction I will meet Zak again.

This time, I will be getting answers.

No matter what he says.




Luf Yewh My Little Owlz(x
~$WaGMaSta FrOm DoNCaSt@

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