Forever Marked

"Why didn't you tell me?" Claire was backing away, tears streaming down her face, fear and anger making her head spin.
"You know... I thought I could do it," Luke had his eyes closed, his dagger fell to the ground with a heavy thud.
"Do what," Claire felt dizzy, her legs gave out beneath her and she collapsed on the ground, all strength leaving her, as her breathing slowed and her eyes fell closed, she heard him whisper back.
"I thought I could let you go..."
Claire McCarth has been living in her small apartment in New York her whole 18 years of being on this Earth. When her parents go travelling around Europe and leave her with her uncaring, older sister, Claire finds herself kidnapped by two mysterious boys who bring her into a world she would never expect to be apart of. Finding herself caught between doing what's expected of her and what's right, Claire has to choose what path she is going to take to save the whole humankind from what could be the risk of extinction.


3. Spilling The Beans


Luke was watching Claire sleep peacefully next to him, he didn't want to think about the fact that it was mostly a drugged sleep or how she was unaware to the fact that she was travelling ten hours away from New York. He looked at the way her head was leaning on her seat belt and her hair was draped over her face like a partly ripped curtain. From the moment Luke had seen her a few months ago, he had instantly thought she was unbearably beautiful, the kind of beauty that made you mesmerised but also made you look away, like she was to good for your eyes. He had felt terrible forcing her to come with them, waiting months for the right time to grab her from her life and plunge her into a new one, he turned away, to ashamed to look at her any longer. Eventually the car had come to its destination and the sound of the wheels rolling to a stop woke Claire up. "Where are we," She sleepily asked with her eyes still closed.

"Home, sweet home," Zac replied. For some very unusual and strange reason, Claire didn't think he meant her little, white, wooden house on Crosby Avenue, with small flower boxes and a slightly overgrown lawn at the front. She slowly opened her crusty eyes, to see where they'd stopped. Getting out of the car, she saw that they were parked in front of an old, majestic, stone building with a intricately carved wooden door and a iron, lion head door knocker. Claire gasped, completely dumbfounded at the sight that met her eyes. Zac smirked, "Are you completely overcome by the beauty of my magnificent house?"

Not wanting to give in, Claire responded in a harsh voice, "no, I just can't imagine how a dumb ass like you managed to get a fricken mansion."

"No, need to be rude," Zac fake pouted. Luke rolled his eyes and moved to the back of the car and  heaved out a sky blue suit case. "Is that... is that MY suitcase?" Claire exclaimed.

"Yeah, well we thought you might like some clothes to wear, were we wrong?" Zac innocently asked with a smug grin.

"Where did you get that?" Claire fumed, "did you break into my house?"

"No, the door was open and we didn't touch anything apart from the things we thought you'd need," Luke assured. Aghast, Claire started pulling the suitcase away from him and then half pulled have dragged it towards the door. As Luke and Zac finished unloading, Claire couldn't help thinking she should make a run for it, she had clothes and what not, but the problem was: a) Her suitcase was extremely heavy, meaning she'd be more shuffling/limping than running away. b) Zac and Luke were probably a lot faster than here even if she ditched the suitcase. And c) She had no idea where the hell she was. So overall the chances of escaping were pretty damn slim, for now anyway. After a while Zac spoke, "are you gonna open the door, or just stare at it all day? Seriously this is killing my arm!" He whinged. Claire opened the door cautiously. Inside was like a maze of doors and corners. A large wooden staircase spiralled up towards the ceiling and beyond. "Where's my cell?" Claire asked wearily.

"In the dungeon obviously," Zac patronized.

"You're not a prisoner, Claire," the sound of Luke saying her name for the first time sent a lightning bolt into her heart.

"Then what am I to you?" Claire pushed.

Luke didn't know what to say, so he just stared at her for what seemed like hours. Zac broke the awkward tension, "Who wants food? I'm starving!" He dropped his bag at the foot of the staircase and walked into the kitchen around the corner. Claire broke eye contact and followed him inside. She sat down on one of the chairs, sore all over from being asleep in a car. "My bodies aching! How long were we in the car for?" Claire asked, she thought it couldn't have been to long, she was asleep for nearly the whole thing and normally couldn't sleep in anything moving.

"Just about ten hours," Zac said while pulling out cans from a nearly empty cupboard.

"Ten hours?" Claire exclaimed unbelievingly, "that's just not possible, I would of definitely woken up sometime between then and now." Luke came into the room and sat down opposite her.

"I put a bit of sleeping stuff in your latté," Luke mumbled apologetically.

"Right, of course you did," Claire huffed. Zac put some open, canned food on the table and sat down next to Luke. He looked through the selection to find something he liked. pushing past the baked beans and vegetable soup, he reached for the spaghetti and a fork. "So..." He said as he went for a bite of spaghetti.

"Zac! Don't spill the beans!" Luke yelled suddenly.

"Oh for gods sake Luke, Claire has to know what she's doing if she's going to help us!" Zac said angrily.

"Zac you spilt the beans," Luke sighed, frustrated. Claire started laughing quietly under her breath.

"Saying 'so' is hardly telling all our deep, dark secrets," Zac grumbled, obviously annoyed that Luke didn't trust him to say anything. "Why don't YOU tell her then," Zac looked down at his spaghetti, stirring it with his fork, a ridiculous pout on his face.

"The BAKED beans Zac, you spilt the baked beans," Luke sighed, standing up to get a sponge. He picked one up, dampened it under the tap and threw it straight at Zac's confused face. "Hey!" Zac exclaimed. Claire burst out laughing as Zac peeled the soggy sponge off his face.

"Pay more attention next time!" Luke laughed.

After eating the remainders left, they all decided it was time to go to bed. Claire didn't get much sleep, to many thoughts rolling around in her head, why had they chosen her? Where even were they? What is so important that they had to kidnap her? Where is Katie right now? Was she alright? Maybe she had called the police? When where her parents going to find out she was gone? All these thoughts stopped her from sleeping and worried her sick. Eventually she forced her eyes shut, she needed her strength if she was going to escape from here...

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