The first thing that Marcus felt when he came back to consciousness was freezing cold and limbs of stone. Next, there was a slight pain, trailing up his muscles and after that, his entire body was dominated by an unpleasant buzz that faded every few minutes but always rose back with a new vigor. Then there was a throbbing headache and slight ringing in his ears. The whole horrible feeling was obviously from whatever his kidnappers had given him to knock him cold.

Once Marcus had finally decided to force his stone-like muscles to rise up and sit, he also thought it smart to look around his new prison. It only took him a few glances to fully explore the little, bland room that he had awoken in. One glance at the gentle gray walls. A glance at the boring wooden floor. A quick look at the brilliant fluorescent light fixture above and one last glimpse at the white, interior door to his left. It was simple, small, dull, and offered no type of entertainment whatsoever.

Eventually, he settled his head against a wall and folded his arms in hopes of getting rid of the chills dancing on his skin. He then began to wonder if his twin was in the same state he was in. What kind of state was he in any way?

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After her ears stopped ringing and the pain in her head ceased, Chrissy drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, lifting her eyes up to the solid colored wall in front of her and staring at it with a blank expression. She was truly deep in thought, staring at the bland wall and wandering around a maze of ideas in her mind.

Where was she? How did she get here in this room? What had happened to Scarlett? Was this why her cousin was acting odd last night? Did she somehow sense it coming? How come Chrissy didn't feel it? How come she was so blind to this crazy occurrence?

She shook her head and cast her eyes down to the ground, wishing she had an idea of what was going on. She feared the worst. Was this a joke? Had she been kidnapped? Was she going to die?

Tears welled up in Chrissy's eyes. She felt a few of them trail down her cheeks, so she took the sleeve of the sweatshirt that she had somehow dawned between last night and that moment and she wiped the salty tears from her skin.

One of the first things she'd noticed when she opened her eyes beside the pain and discomfort was her clothing change. She was no longer wearing her comfy, warm pajamas but instead gray sweatpants, a gray sweatshirt and black Tom like shoes. She dreaded to think of the fact that someone besides herself had dressed her in those clothes. She was thankful for the sweatshirt, however, because it helped ease the effect of the cool air of the little room.

She buried her face in her knees, and thought, I hope Scarlett is okay. I hope she's not here.

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A loud bang rang out in the room, and Martinus momentarily shrunk back at the pain it brought to his currently sensitive ears. He then shook his hand out, trying to ease the pain of punching the wall. He pressed his ear to the wall, closing his eyes and listening intently. But to his dismay, there was no noise. He sighed and drew away from the wall once more.

The Norwegian was trying with all his might to find a way out of the small, maddeningly quiet room, but to no avail. He instead began to walk around the small room, running his fingers along the walls in search of a crack or crevice that could aid in his escape.

The first thing he had tried as soon as he shook off most of the ugly symptoms from waking, was opening the little white door to his left. He also tried breaking down the door and even unhinging it, but none of it worked. It was as if the door was just as solid as the walls.

Martinus hit another wall and pressed his ear against the cool, firm structure again, hoping it would give him a clue.

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It was silent except for the sound of his steady breath. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. There was no sound, no movement, no life as long as he chose to stay still. It was slightly boring yet eerily peaceful.

Sage would've enjoyed the silence for a few minutes if his entire body wasn't still buzzing and aching so badly. But his mind was scrambled and his body was not cooperating with him at all. He wasn't sure how long he had been awake because the time seemed to blur together there, but he knew it was taking an awfully long time for the drug to lose its after effects, he just didn't know why.

The worst part of it was his confused, weary mind because he wasn't sure what he should do and he couldn't bring his mind to figure it out. It seemed that he was just going to have to submit to his captors and follow their lead. But what was their lead?

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When the pain in her head settled down to a dull throbbing and her ringing ears faded into silence, Scarlett finally rose up to her feet.

"Ugh," she sighed, rubbing her back and glancing down at the hard, wooden floors. "Seeing as I'm a guest here, it was absolutely rude to give me such a horrible sleeping surface."

She wasn't serious of course, she was just trying to fill the awful soundlessness of the ridiculously bright room. She started to move around, hoping it would soothe her sore muscles somehow. That was when she realized what she was wearing.

Scarlett looked down at the thin shoes that were pinching her feet and scoffed.

"Are those freaking Toms?" She grumbled, reaching down and slowly pulling them off, one at a time. "That's ridiculous."

She threw them to one side of the room and returned her focus to her gray sweatpants and tee shirt. She squinted at the black symbol on the shirt and tried to decipher its meaning. After almost immediately giving up on the symbol, she found herself wandering over to the white door to her left. She leaned over and pressed her ear to the cold surface, shutting her eyes tightly and listening with all her might.

She almost had a heart attack when the door suddenly swung open, away from her face. She stumbled forward and barely caught the yelp rising in her throat when she saw the being who had probably just opened the door for her. She turned to meet its striking eyes.

Scarlett had never seen such a creature before in her life, and truthfully, it startled her a bit. The tall thing resembled a human, kind of, just with a pearly gunmetal complexion and shimmering ivory eyes that stood out against its dark skin. It's slender, graceful form was wrapped up in thick, dark robes that flowed all the way down to its ankles. The robes had a thick hood, but it was dangling unused against the thing's back.

Scarlett thought she detected a twinkle of amusement in its eyes as it stepped away from her and motioned for her to follow. Then she realized that she was just standing there, staring dumbly. She swallowed and sent a wary glance up and down the hallway she was in before she stepped forward and followed the thing, which she was beginning to realize reminded her of a monk in someway.

It went down the hallway, breezing through in a very graceful, quiet manner. Scarlett saw no other option, so she shuffled along behind it.

"Uh," Scarlett finally said in a soft, squeaky voice. "I-Is there any way I could get some water to drink?"

The thing slowed its pace to walk by Scarlett's side. It-he?-lowered its chin in a very regal way and looked her in the eyes with a ghost of a smile, "I am bringing you to a room in which you will dine. There are some liquid refreshments there."

Scarlett found it hard to meet his eyes, but she did so anyway and meekly replied, "Okay, thank you."

As he picked up his pace to lead the way, Scarlett began to question her reply of thanks. This guy was obviously aware she had been kidnapped, which was illegal last time she checked. So why did she thank him for a simple right, especially when she'd been abducted?

They rounded a corner and there, in her sight, opened up a large conference looking room with a table and two pizzas. There were chairs around the table, five of them to be exact, and a large window on one wall that overlooked something that resembled an ocean, not a beach, just water.

"Take a seat and have your fill," he told her, lingering at the door and gesturing to the table.

Scarlett entered the room with a faceful of awe and a stomach full of nothing. She looked down at the table and felt her mouth water at the sight of the pizza and french fries sitting idly. She wasn't sure she should eat it, but she took a seat and eagerly poured a glass of water anyway.

The figure at the door moved away, back down the hallway.

"Where are you going?" Scarlett called out.

She gave her glass a suspicious glance as she swirled it around.

"To get the others," he replied.

Scarlett lifted her eyes in intrigue.

"The others?" she asked.

He nodded and moved off, around the corner and out of sight.

Scarlett stared after him for a moment. Then she glared at the table with suspiciousness before the smell of the pizza got to her. She practically chugged the glass of water in her hand after deciding the need was greater than the risk. Then she moved onto peeking at the pizza before pulling off a slice and devouring it.

She was beginning to wonder who these "others" were and why it was taking the monk-thing so long to get them when she noticed something moving outside the door. She raised her eyes expectantly and tucked a piece of her golden brown hair behind her ear.

The shadow became more dark and defined and then she saw the robed creature 'round the corner and head towards the door. She swiped her wrist across her face to make sure she hadn't missed any pizza sauce before she glanced at the person following the alieny-creature.

At that moment, Scarlett was suddenly glad she had eaten when she did because the person that came around the corner made her feel sick to her stomach. Her heart was suddenly racing and she felt her jaw drop open as she watched the creature turn to the person and motion to the table.

"Eat all you like," the dark being said, nodding to the person. "You may also want to get acquainted with her, she will be a part of your team."

The person nodded back and moved to take a seat, Scarlett avoiding eye contact with both of them while he did. The other person reached for a plate and the being left again. Suddenly Scarlett and the boy were alone in the room.

Scarlett's eyes lingered on the person who had just joined her in dining. She felt her heart thundering in her chest as she wondered what to say. He remained silent as he picked out a piece and some fries and put them on his plate.

She took a moment to compose herself before addressing him.

"M-Marcus?" Scarlett managed to say.

She watched as he lifted his eyes from the table and looked at her with a question mark on his face. Scarlett instantly began scolding herself and she decided to give him something more, "Hey," she added with a small smile and a wave.

"Hey," he replied, setting down his pizza slice and reaching for the water and a glass. It was quiet for a moment as she watched him carefully pour himself a glass. She noticed his arms were trembling slightly when he lifted the full pitcher. He finally spoke again, "You are a fan?"

A fan? Understatement. She was a huge fan, obsessed even. But she couldn't say that. That would be kind of weird and she didn't want to be annoying.

"Oh yeah," Scarlett simply said, nodding. "I love your music."

Duh! Scarlett thought to herself, cringing at her dumb statement. All of their fans probably do!

She was thankful he didn't linger at that, unlike she would be doing for the rest of her life.

"You are American?" Marcus wondered, tilting his head and taking a small sip of his drink.

"Yes, I am." She said.

Marcus nodded slightly and went back to his meal. Scarlett tried to think of something to say, but she had a hard enough time doing that when she wasn't talking to famous people after being abducted. So there was silence for awhile.

"Do you think Martinus is here somewhere, too?" Marcus suddenly asked.

The way his voice sounded caused her to tear her eyes off of her twidling thumbs and examine his face. She saw the concern on his face and knew that she couldn't begin to imagine how hard it was for him being without his twin. She felt horrible for him.

"I-I honestly don't know," she replied lamely. She knew it wasn't helpful but she didn't know what else to say.

When he swallowed hard and moved his eyes down to his uneaten food, she felt her heart break. She bit her lip and moved her eyes around the room helplessly.

Please, God, she prayed silently. Help us. And help Martinus and Chrissy where ever they may be. And help me know what to do and say, father.

"I'm sure he's where God needs him to be," Scarlett offered gently, hoping it would do something more than I don't know.

Marcus nodded at her with a somber face and turned back to his meal. Scarlett was about to force herself to eat again when she saw another shadow moving around behind Marcus, outside the door.

"I see a shadow," she said, not moving her eyes from the hallway. "There's someone coming around the corner."

Marcus turned around in his chair and they both watched expectantly. Scarlett leaned forward against the table, racking her brain for who this next person could be.

Would it be someone she knew? She hoped it would. But then she hoped it wouldn't. Then she just hoped they would hurry up so she could stop being so stressed about it.

When the creature came around the corner, Scarlett held her breath. The other person in tow swung around into sight, she immediately recognized who it was. She could tell Marcus did the same by the way he gasped and launched out of his chair.