Drew

I felt terrible for leaving Imogen there, but how can she come on a rescue mission with her injuries? Lucas looked way worse than her. But we can't risk her getting hurt again. As I was putting rubbing alcohol on her body, I watched her wounds fixing themselves but my heart wouldn't handle her getting hurt again. She's just going to make it worse if she comes with us. I wouldn't be able to focus on helping Lucas if she came, all my attention would be on keeping her safe.

 I don't know why she cares so much about Lucas. They only meet a couple of months ago and he's all she thinks about. Even if she doesn't return the same feelings for me, I'll always be here for her. I will make sure she's always happy, even if that means having to watch her loving someone else.  

Imogen ignored all my messages that night, but I still showed up at her house. I waited outside her house for a bit but eventually left to go to my soothing sanctuary—the bar. I spend the rest of the night drunk texting her. Yet when I woke up in the morning, there were still no messages from her. I kept spamming her phone and my heart was telling me something was wrong. 

Finally, I received a call back from her brother. He explained how he had gotten knockout and woke up to Imogen missing. My heart dropped to the pits of my abdomen, I knew I had to come up and help Rebel find her. 

I'm considering perhaps it's time to find someone else. The council is telling me that Frankie is my soulmate, but when I kissed her, it felt like nothing. At least nothing compared to how Imogen made me feel, I felt like I got lost in her taste. She might be stubborn to admit it, but I know she can feel what I felt. 

It's almost dangerous, kissing her. We aren't supposed to be together, but that's what draws in the adventure. Any time I'm with her, it's like she's the only one in the room. Perhaps I'm giving her to Lucas because I think he's better for her. After all, she doesn't deserve a shitty guy like myself. She deserved someone like Lucas; he wouldn't ever hurt her.  

My many thoughts got interrupted when Rebel said. "We're here." back to where Rebel was waiting for us last time. 

It was just a few miles from the house. We couldn't risk letting them know we were showing up, but they most likely expected us to come back for Lucas. Rebel handed me two knives from his bag, placing them on my belts that were able to hold them in place.

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"Okay. You lead us to the room and I'll keep watch," Rebel suggested.

"Got it," I said leading the way into the house. 

"You go back to the room and I'll keep watch out," Rebel said. 

We opened the door as quietly as we could. Surprisingly, you would expect them to lock the door this time, but he hadn't, and we proceeded in. Rebel followed behind me, making sure to keep our eyes out for anyone. I checked side to side before continuing down the hall. My hand was on my knife, ready to pull out just in case someone showed up. We kept walking in gradually, trying not to cause the wooden planks to squeak. 

I went down the cramped hallway leading to the cellar room where Imogen was held in. My hands motioned for Rebel to stay and keep a lookout as I went inside. The bleak room had blood-drenched all over the floor, but nobody was there. The blood was most likely Lucas's. He must be at the brick of death at this point.

"Pretty boy isn't a pretty boy anymore," I whispered to myself. 

Fuck!! I need to find him alive or Imogen will never forgive me. 

My fingers pushed my hair back out of frustration. Suddenly I heard a strong wailing coming from downstairs. I rushed out of the room, meeting Rebel's concerned eyes. Instantly I motioned signals to go downstairs quickly and go find Lucas before matters got even worse. I kept opening every door down the hall, checking to see if it was leading downstairs. 

 Finally, after a suitable amount of attempts, I found the right door. I went down and turned to signal Rebel to stay there. Down the stairs was another metal door slightly cracked open, I gazed between the cracks to see Lucas getting beaten by him with a thick rope. The sight of all the oozing blood and shrieks were making me nauseous. His back had open wounds along with recent ones which will probably leave him with scars.

I rushed upstairs to inform Rebel. "Let's hide in a room till he's finished," I suggested, receiving a nodded from him. I figured the best chance we had of all of us escaping was if we waited till he was done and went to go rest. If we go in now, we could risk getting captured which wouldn't help Lucas. There are two against one, but when that one is a skilled assassin... I wouldn't want to wager our lives. Rebel and I hide in a room. He stayed on one side of the wall while I stayed on another. The door was slightly cracked open enough to see when he walked past it. 

Finally, I heard his footsteps stomping up the stairs and watched him walked past the room. I didn't want to move yet since he could go be going to retrieve something. I waited a few more moments until I felt like it was good enough. I pointed at the door for Rebel to open it and once he did; we made our way back to the door leading downstairs. 

I pushed the metal door to find Lucas unconscious, hanging on the metal chains. I was taken back by how badly he was beaten up. His eye was swollen, he probably wouldn't be able to open for a while. Lucas's skin was covered in lash marks, I have to get him out of here. After roaming the room, I was able to find a sledgehammer to use to break his chains.

 After a few hits, the chains freed Lucas, and I rushed to catch him. Placing him over my shoulder as easily as I could. But he isn't here to feel it at the moment, anyway. He laid on my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 

"Well, well, I knew you guys would come eventually," the man's voice said while he was pulling Rebel by his shirt and threw him towards me. Even if I wanted to report this man, his face was all covered up by fabric.

"Well, I'm going to enjoy hurting all three of you," he laughed, picking up a thick rope. He started whipping it around, making it gain friction. I took Lucas off my back calmly and handed him to Rebel. I gave Rebel a concerned look, and he returned it.

Suddenly, I felt an intense pain in my chest; it felt like my body was getting burned. He kept swinging the rope, making my knees go weak. I had to fight the pain, but my body felt like it was being ripped apart. My hands reached up, trying to grab the rope before it landed at me. After the rope clashed against my hands a few times, I snatched it from him and aimed it towards him. 

His eyes were fixed on me that he didn't notice Rebel was ready to attack behind him. Rebel searched for an object on the table, grabbing a hammer. He smashed it against his head, having him fall down immediately.  

My eyes widened at the amount of blood flowing from his head. "Let's go!" 

I approached Rebel, taking Lucas from his grip and placing him on my back. Rebel lead the way up the stairs while I followed as swiftly as I could. Soon enough we were out the door on our way to the car. My limbs started to give out on me, every step caused my legs to ache. I might be an athlete, but I haven't trained running with a 185-pound guy on my back. The air rushing in and out of my lungs burned and having to force myself to breathe in rhythm. The car was farther than I thought and my legs were starting to go numb on me. I needed a second to catch up, a slight break would do.

"Drew come on," Rebel shouted meters ahead of me. I really like Rebel, but I would like him more if he could help me. "Drew run now!" He shouted, his eyes widened.

"Alright," I exhaled, forcing my legs to start running until I felt a tap on my shoulder. Shit! My heart fell down to my knees when I turned to see the man waving his hand. "How the hell are you not dead?" I furrowed my eyebrows, throwing my hands up. 

"I'll make a deal with you," he stated. "I'll set him free but you have to take his place."

"Don't you want him because he's special? I'm not special." 

"I got what I wanted in the end anyway," he chuckled. 

What the hell does he mean by that? This must go deeper than it seems. 

"What's your answer?"

The plan is not working the way I arranged for it too. I wanted all of us to be able to make it out of here, but I might have to give myself up. Lucas can't take another day of this and Imogen would probably be happier if Lucas showed up instead of me. If Lucas coming back safely makes her smile again, then I'm okay with being captured.

"Okay, I'll go with you. Let me just bring him over to him," I said. 

"Don't try anything stupid," he said, and I slowly gulped the lump stuck in my throat.

Rebel stopped walking, observing everything going down. I ran up to him as quickly as my legs could go. Rebel isn't going to be okay with what I agreed to. We bonded over our love of rock music and messed up childhood stories.

"What did he say?" his brows furrowed, his breathing still trying to settle down.  

"He said he'll let you take Lucas if I give myself up," I sighed, pushing my hair back. "Tell her I hope she can smile now."

"Why are you doing this? Let's just go," Rebel raised his eyebrow.

"It's okay, please just tell Imogen that," my lips curled into a close-lipped smile. 

"She's going to come back for you. I only just met her, but I know she's too stubborn to admit she cares about you. I hope one day she realizes that so we can become brothers," He chuckled, shifting Lucas's body weight off of me and to him.  

"I hope so," I said waving goodbye.

 I began going on my way towards the man. I had no reason to run towards him, I rather stand in the scorching sun then deal with his whipping. He seemed annoyed, tapping his foot while waiting for me to get closer.

"You have a nasty couple days ahead," I gulped down slowly, feeling my heart pounded.  

  Imogen

As I gazed out the window, watching the sun starting to set. It filled the sky blazed with orange, pinks, red and yellow, overpowering the blue sky. The clouds were burning up in color as the sun radiated heat, beauty, and intense color. During most of the day, I was searching through my photobook. It's refreshing to see pictures of when life wasn't so insane. I went through Rebel's room, looking through his bag. I don't really know why I did, but I guess I was hoping to find something. In his bag, I encountered photos of his soulmate Emma and another package filled with photos of my mother. A smile crept on my lips as I looked at how youthful she looked. 

All of a sudden, the door flung open, and I jolted up from the couch. 

"Rebel? Lucas?" I shouted, hoping they would answer.

"Yes, it's us!" Rebel shouted, struggling to bring Lucas inside.

"Oh my, Lucas!" He looked unrecognizable. His whole face was swollen with huge rips in his clothes. His stomachs were still oozing blood from the new wounds. They are definitely going to leave scars. 

"Take him," Rebel said. "Be careful with his left arm," he said. 

I placed his right arm on my neck, trying to carry his weight to the couch. My legs stumbled several times on my ways towards the couch but I did everything in my power to not fall. My eyes shifted to his other arm, which looked to be pulled out from its socket. 

"Imo-g-e-n," he shakily said.

"Please don't force yourself to talk. At least till I bring you some water. I'm just so happy your here," a huge smile was plastered on my face. 

"I'm ha-pp-y to-o," he whimpered.

I softly settled his body on the couch, "I'm going to get supplies to clean you up," I placed a gentle kiss on his head. 

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It took about two hours to disinfect his wounds, the hardest one to do was the gashes on his stomach. Hearing him whimper every time I placed alcohol on it made my heartache. My vision blurred, tears swelling up when cleaning him. After wrapping all his wounds, he laid his head on my lap and fell asleep as I stroked his hair. I carefully lifted his head off my lap, placing it on a pillow. While he was sleeping, I was cleaning up all the garage.

After throwing out all the garage, I walked down the narrow hallway, "Rebel!" I shouted, searching for him.

"In the kitchen," he said.

I walked down the narrow hallway, turning into the right side which led to the kitchen. Once I reached the maroon-colored kitchen, I spotted Rebel reading a magazine sitting on the table.

"Where's Drew?" I asked, furrowing my brows, leaning on the entryway. 

My mind was too occupied by Lucas earlier that I didn't even notice Drew wasn't here. I wanted to thank him for bringing my boyfriend back; he helped make my day.

"He traded himself for your boyfriend," Rebel scowled, his fingers reaching to turn the page.

"Why would he do that? He doesn't even like Lucas?!" I rolled my eyes, noticing Rebel clenching his fist and becoming tense.

"You don't understand he cares about you more than anything. You know he would do anything for you and you use it against him. Yes, he can be a dick sometimes, but he has feelings like all of us do," Rebel snapped.

"I never ask him to do that!" I replied, feeling my eyes starting to burn from tears. No one has ever screamed at me like how Rebel just did. I know he's just trying to make me understand Drew's feeling, but I rather he not yells at me. He's not my father, he has no right to be yelling at me.

"The last thing he said was he hoped Lucas coming back would make you smile. You know what you smiled," he scoffed. "Your lucky to have two soulmates who care about you. Both of mine ar-," he trailed off, lifting his hand to wipe the tears trailing down his face.

"What happened to your... Soulmate?"

Hey guys!! What's up! So most of you are #TeamLucas. Maybe this will change your mind. Tell me if it does, or at least like Drew a little now. Out of all the characters who you do love so far? Lucas? Imogen? Rebel? Drew? Frankie?

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