This chapter will be from the perspective from the Neverseen spy, so to avoid revealing the spy's identity, this chapter will be in first person, and will not have a special symbol. WARNING! Chapter may be short due to not wanting to spend too much time on this character.

My the eye on my armband vibrated quietly. It was time for a meeting or blasting or something. Thank goodness it wasn't during school, that would have been suspicious. I grabbed my bag from behind my dresser and headed downstairs. It was easy to just walk out when all life in the house was busy, or unstable. No one knew I was a member of the Neverseen, not even the person closest to me, the person I love most.

I sighed and walked into the nearby woods, pulling out my lodestar leaping crystal. Within seconds, I was in the entrance hall of the Neverseen base. After I arrived, I was immediately clapped on the back by a few of my fellow members.

"Way to go, kid! The idea was fantastic! She'll break for sure!" Said one.

"Yeah, I've never seen such cold betrayal." Said another.

"And she doesn't even know it!" Sait a third.

They walked away, laughing their heads off wickedly.

Sophie. It was all my fault. I was the one who made the plan to kidnap Bex, but I had known deep down that Sophie would be able to catch them. Although, I had thought that she would be able to withstand the guilt. I didn't think that it could have hit her this hard, and now she was going to break. No one could save her now.

I had only joined this stupid rebel group to pay the debt my mom owed for when she was a member. Now she's stuck at home, her mind a scrambled mess. I never wanted this. I never wanted to betray my friends, or put their families in danger, but they threatened to kill them if I didn't pay off that debt.

How could my mom do this to me? I thought she loved me. I thought she wanted better for me. I thought she wanted me to be happy. She had to go off, cause trouble in the Neverseen, and then end up stuck in her bed, drooling as her mind continues to disintigrate. No, I can't blame her. Even after all she's done, I can't blame her. She's my only family, and I love her, even though I hate myself for it. Even though fixing her mistakes with these rebels makes me hate myself, because I moved my way up into the ranks, and nobody forced me to do that.

All the awful things I've said and done haunts me in my sleep. I feel more like a ghost than a human being sometimes, and the only reason I'm not is because of the blasters. They take away the feelings of guilt and/or depression, but it wears off every now and then. I suppose the blaster is the only reason my mind hasn't broken yet.

I walk into the meeting room, lost in thought, and sit down between two elves twice my size. One puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, kid, your blast has worn, hasn't it? After the meeting we'll get you fixed up, so no worries. We can't have our star spy break, now can we?"

Numbly, I nod. Nothing really seems to matter anyways. I put a hand in my pocket, and feel something in there. Confused, I pull it out to see a tube of "Lavish Lavender Lipstick", and smile. I bought it when I last wore this coat, and must have left it in there. I planned to give it to Biana for the next holiday, I know it's her favorite.

Fintan walked to the front of the table, "so we have found that our traditional armbands-" he raised his bare arm, only clad with the signature Neverseen cloth that formed to his skin. "-need to be upgraded to something that won't be lost, stolen, and can't be turned in as evidence to the council."

"What do you suggest, sir?" Asked someone in the back.

"My closest allies and I have decided that we need something that can't be removed, something permanent. We don't have anything like that in our world, but the humans have something they call 'tattoos'."

I swallowed nervously. Sophie had once explained them to me after we had adventured into the human world, and seen people with drawings in their skin. She had said that humans sat through hours of people poking their skin with needles containing colored ink to make pictures or designs. That sounded miserable. I had hoped to never have to get one, but now...

"We have made our own special ink and applicant, making it much faster to produce our mark. It will be first be used on you, our inner circle, and please, do not speak of this to the lower levels yet. Are there any questions?"

One elf raised her hand, "where will the tattoos go?"

"The same place the armbands do." Fintan answered.

"We use our armbands for communication, will the tattoos do the same thing?" Someone else asked.

"Yes, it'll work the same, we have tinkered with the ink formula. Just press the pupil and we'll be able to hear you, and it'll vibrate when we need to summon you."

"Since they're permenant, how do we hide them from our friends and family?" Another guy asked.

"We will supply you with the proper concealer you will need in order to go undetected when your arms aren't covered, or are at risk of being uncovered."

"How long will we have to hide it?"

"Until we start our revolution." No more hands went up. "Alright," Fintan continued, "let's get everyone marked. Everyone line up."

"Children first," one guy sneered and pushed me towards the front of the line.

"Hey! I'm not a child anymore!" I glared, brushing off the spots on my cape he had touched.

"Oh yeah? Then I guess you won't have a problem going first."

I clenched my jaw, and Fintan ushered me foreward, ahead of all the other elves my age. He sat me down, took my arm, and tore off my arm band. He guided my arm into a machine shaped like a doughnut that was held up by a tripot, and handed me the wad of cloth that was now my armband to squeeze. Fintan closed the hole around my arm, and I only had to wait for a second before a sharp pain encircled my arm. I winced, but just as soon as the pain had come, it was gone. All that was left was a dull ache.

Fintan pulled the doughnut away, and I eased my arm out of the contraption. I looked at my new tattoo. It was the full Neverseen symbol, the eye with full circle around it, and it was about the size of a scoop of gelato. Solid dots the size of circled around my arm levelly, all the way aorund so it was kind of like a beaded armband you couldn't take off, you know, if beads could float against skin. The ink was jade, but the skin around it was bright red, and it took me a moment to realize that the iris and pupil of the tattoo moved like a real eye.

"Whoa, that's cool." I admitted, and everyone applauded, rushing to get a better spot in line. I got out of the chair, and walked across the room, accepting the concealer they had for me. For the rest of the meeting, I watched as big buff elves winced in pain as the needles shot into their skin. I laughed a little, and soon, the meeting ended.  As I walked out, I sighed. It was time for another blast.

I wish I didn't have to get these blasts, then I could just let the guilt break me. That way, I didn't have to suffer anymore. Alas, that couldn't happen until Fintan released me from my service, which was very unlikely. Besides, for all I've done, I deserve to suffer.
My feet dragged against the floor on the way to the blast room. Sophie wouldn't be proud of me if she knew what I was doing. If she knew who I really was. This was a big reason I was getting the blasts. They've been blasting me more frequently now, with a higher level each time. I guess they know I'm falling apart too.

The technitians don't say anything as I walk into the room on the other side of the glass wall from them. They just pull out my file and read over it briefly as I sit down. Over microphone, one instructs me to look at the red dot infront of me, and to not blink. A great swirling blast of red, green, black, and white light hits my face. When it's over, I take a breath and close my eyes, allowing all the guilt, sorrow, regret and fear to evaporate out of my body. By the time I open my eyes, I no longer feel a thing. Poor Sophie, little does she know, I betray her as often as I get the blasts.