I groaned as a throbbing pain suddenly filled my head. I raised a hand to the back of my head and prodded it lightly. Letting out a hiss of pain, I retracted it quickly. My eyes shot open and I realized I couldn't see.

Panic bubbled up inside me. I opened my eyes as wide as I could. Still nothing.

What was happening? Was I blind? My breath hitched and I slowly reached out my hand, trying to grasp the darkness. I couldn't see anything.

When I was on the brink of hysteria, light suddenly filled my vision and I could see.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I chuckled slightly. I was just being over dramatic.

"Get up."

I immediately looked up to see a man dressed in a black suit hovering over me. Without warning, he grabbed my shoulder and forced me to my feet.

The sudden movement of blood in my head made me dizzy. I staggered for a moment, but was forced to move when the man pulled on my arm impatiently.

"Who are you?" I demanded, looking around me. "Where am I...?"

I looked around the room that I was in. Everything was white. So white, it made my eyes hurt. I looked back at the man dressed in the black suit to ease the pain.

An itch appeared on the back of my head so I scratched it. I winced in pain and pulled my hand back in front of me. Not the smartest idea. I noticed something red on my hand.

My eyes widened when I realized it was blood.

"What...?"

The man dragging me forcefully pulled on my arm again, making me stumble over my feet. I scowled.

"Who are you?" I repeated, getting irritated. "Where am I? Where are Hudson and Matt?"

"Shut up."

I narrowed my eyes. What a jerk.

What happened? I couldn't exactly remember. My head throbbed painfully and I grimaced. Had I been hit in the head? All I could remember was almost kissing Hudson...

I blushed faintly at the memory. I had almost kissed him! But what happened to stop that? I clenched my fists in frustration.

We left the white room and went into a dimly lit hall. The man dragged me down it for a full five minutes. How long was this hallway?

Suddenly the man in the suit came to an abrupt halt. I stumbled into him, hitting my head against back. Pain spread through me again and I grit my teeth, touching my forehead gently.

The man opened and door and forced me inside. I tried to jerk away in resistance, and to my surprise he let go. I stumbled forward, nearly losing my balance. A sturdy pair of hands steadied me.

I looked up to thank the person, but pulled away in shock when I noticed it was The Butterfly. He grinned at me. I held up my arms defensively.

He held up his own arms, frowning at me. "What?"

"Where am I?" I demanded.

"My house," he responded simply.

"Who are you?"

"Jason Steele."

I raised my eyebrow. "Okay, Holden."

The man chuckled appreciatively. "I'm glad you got my little joke."

I frowned at him. "Who are you?"

"The Butterfly," he told me. "I'm not telling you my real name. It won't matter anyway."

"Why's that?"

The Butterfly grinned. "Because you're about to die."

My heart skipped a beat and I caught my breath. Was he serious? He took a step closer to me and I took a step back. He took another step forward, and I took another back.

Suddenly he swung his hand out, grabbing the front of my shirt. I struggled, trying to pull away from his grasp.

"Let me go!" I cried, trying to get away.

"No," he responded simply.

I struggled to pull away from him, but it was fruitless. He suddenly slammed me against the wall, putting his knee between my legs so I couldn't escape. I glared at him.

"What are you going to do?"

"Before you die, I'm going to put you to some use," he responded, smirking.

I watched the man apprehensively. Now that I was close to him, he looked older than I thought he looked at first. There were some lines on his face, but he still didn't look a day over his early twenties.

He would have been handsome too- if it wasn't for the scar that ran over his eye. But if I imagined him without it, I could see him being really handsome.

He had shaggy brown hair and piercing green eyes. His face had nice structure, and his features were will defined.

His eyes suddenly locked onto mine and I blinked in surprise. He smirked broader.

"Were you checking me out?"

"No," I lied, turning my head away.

What was I doing? Checking out a murderer? I wanted to smack myself on the forehead. He was going to kill me and I was checking him out!

The Butterfly chuckled, patting my forehead. I jerked my head away. He sighed.

"Alright, look up."

I ignored him, keeping my gaze to the side with my head turned. He chuckled again.

"Quite the resister, are we? Well that will change soon."

I turned to scowl at him. "What do you..."

I trailed off as I caught site of something shiny in the man's hands. I stared at it as he slowly moved it back and forth. I watched it with my eyes, becoming drowsy.

Was this hypnosis? I tried to force myself to look away from the shiny item, but I found I couldn't. Soon it became a difficult task to keep my eyes open, and I had to blink furiously to keep them from shutting completely.

Eventually it grew to be too much, and I let myself drift off.

~*~ Hudson's Point Of View ~*~

Matt came around the corner of the building. I jogged up to him, my stomach in a knot.

"Any sight of them?" I asked.

Matt shook his head dejectedly. "They just... vanished."

"It's impossible though," I stated, running a hand through my hair. "It's impossible for someone to vanish into thin air."

"Maybe for a human," Matt commented quietly.

I turned to him, skepticism written all over my face. "You're kidding."

Matt shook his head. "It's possible that who we are dealing with isn't human."

"Are you trying to save it's an alien or something?" I demanded, frowning.

Matt shook his head again. "Not exactly. But definitely a powerful being. After all he gave me the power to predict the future."

"Technically, you don't have the power," I corrected him. "In your case, it's the newspaper with the power. And in my case, it's my photographs."

"And in Emmery's case...?" Matt asked.

I paused. What was Emmery's case? She actually experienced the visions. But it wasn't like she was some sort of powerful being. She was human. Just like Matt and myself.

"Maybe she's got one of those unique abilities like fortune tellers do," I guessed.

"Like ESP and all that?"

"More like a sixth sense, I think," I told him.

"Makes sense," Matt responded.

It was quiet for a few moments. I gasped when I realized I'd forgotten the most important thing.

"We still don't know where Emmery is!" I told Matt, glaring. "How could we have got off topic from something so important?"

"Emmery?" Matt repeated.

Shock went through me for a split second. What did he mean by that? Did he forget who she was?

"The girl that was with us a few moments ago," I said, my mouth dry. "Remember?"

Matt gave me a confused look. My heart leapt into my chest.

"Holy shit."

How could Matt not remember her? He had tried to kill her at one point! And it was completely impossible to make someone forget all about-

"Oh!" Matt cried. "Emmery. I got it. I'm so used to you calling her Willow."

My shoulders sagged. I kicked Matt in the shin. "Shit, dude."

He looked at me in surprise. "What was that for?"

"You nearly gave me a heart attack!" I accused. "I thought you had forgotten about her!"

Matt quickly shook his head. "No! You just call her Willow all the time, I forgot her first name was Emmery."

I scowled at him. "Still."

"Why do you even call her Willow?" Matt asked, taking a seat on the steps off the old building.

I stood over him with a frown. "Why not?"

"Because it's unusual for someone to be called by their last name, isn't it?"

I shrugged. "I made fun of her name when I first met her, the Willow part, and I guess it just stuck. And it's fun having my own nickname for her that no one else uses."

"So can I use it?"

"No," I responded flatly. "Only me."

Matt pursed his lips at me. "You're awful calm about this kidnapping thing... why's that?"

My face hardened. "Knowing The Butterfly, there isn't much we can do at the moment, so it's better if we don't waste our energy. I know he'll contact us soon. He wants me just as much as he wants Willow."

"But what if something bad happens in the mean tim-"

"Nothing will," I said forcefully, cutting him off. "Got that?"

Matt looked at me in shock. "Um, yeah."

I began to pace. Even though I said it would be better not to waste our energy, I still felt antsy.

Where were Emmery and The Butterfly now? Was Emmery okay?

I flinched at the memory of the sound of whatever it was that The Butterfly had hit Emmery in the head with. It was the most sickening crack I had ever heard.

"How much do you know about head wounds?"

Matt looked up at me. "Not much..."

I clicked my tongue. "She was hit in the head."

"What?" Matt cried, standing up. "Why didn't you say so earlier? She was already injured from the front!"

"That's why I asked you how do you know about head injuries," I responded, my face flat. "She had an injury in the front, and now in the back."

"Don't you think that would have been a good thing to share right away?" Matt demanded angrily.

"No."

Matt scowled at me. "What do you mean no?"

"That's not important," I told him. "What's important is-"

"No, Hudson, that is important! Head injuries can cause death too, you know. Especially bad ones. And if there's a lot of blood loss..."

I turned my head to the side. "Shut up. It's not like that."

Something hard suddenly knocked into my shoulder. I stared at Matt in shock. I balled up my fists and glared after a moment.

"What the hell?" I demanded.

"That's what I was about to ask! How can you say a head injury doesn't matter? Emmery is with the enemy right now, who wants to kill her, with injuries that could kill her. How does that not sound important?" he told me, his voice harsh.

I pulled on my hair in frustration. "I know that! I know!"

"Then why-"

"Because even I don't know what to do," I whispered, lowering my head.

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I've had this stupid song stuck in my head all day... well it's not stupid, and it's only noon, but you know what I mean. It's called The Greatest Story Ever Told by Ice Nine Kills. The lyrics are so horrible, but it's so funny. One of the lines is "Listen closely as I tell you I'm not who I seem, I'm going to touch you, 'cause I like it, when you scream." And the way he's singing the whole song is just so fun to sing to! Another great line is "Cause I'll be out in six months, with his address, and a shot gun." You just have to listen to it. I think it's about one guy killing another's girlfriend or something...

Eh, whatever. Vote, comment :D :D