"So what are these crypts even for?" Hoped asked. She was making paper airplanes out of the old files from the building we had found. The old files that she was supposed to be going through.

Instead I had another paper airplane hit the back of my head, while I was trying to decode the software on the buildings computer.

I had figured out that this building had belonged to Mianites. Until it got ransacked and destroyed. It was a base to watch something. So far I was guessing that the base was here to watch us.

This base didn't seem part of a military. There were no weapons or ammo left, or no armory. No place that a weapon could have been stored. The building was basically two boxcars. The one was the room with a bunch of toppled over tables and papers thrown everywhere. The other one was a room with twelve bunk beds. Six on each side.

Hope and I had spent the most time in in the Mianite's base, and together we both decided that this was a base for studies, which means a bunch of smart nerds that Mianite had hired had been watching us.

"They better not have been up to any sketchy shit," Hope had said directly after I told her that, "or I will get a melon scooper and take out the eyes of the first perverted computer geek I see. Then Mianite will have to buy a cute little dog to walk the blind guy around."

Hope refused to sleep on any of the bunks when we pulled all nighters because she said the mattresses smelled like 'regret and mommy issues basked over by gross body spray'. And after she put that image in my head, I would no longer sleep on the mattresses either.

So we brought our own mattresses, and Hope won the coin toss and got the nice bathroom. It was basically like a big camp out.

I was really close to figuring out where this crypt was, and what was in said crypt.

"A crypt is defined as an underground room or vault beneath a church, used as a chapel or burial place," Hope spoke clearly, taking my focus from the computer screen.

"How did you know that?" I asked, turning from the desk.

Hope had her legs crossed, sitting on a chair with her attention peeked at the table. Surprisingly most of the papers were stacked instead of being in airplane form.

She lifted up a leather bound book that looked about as thick as the Christian bible and that one girl from summer camp (both are very contradicting, but you get the point).

"I stole this dictionary because Andor said I couldn't remember the definition for luciferous." She then dropped the dictionary back on the table. Her face completely serious. No smirk was to be seen.

"So," I tapped at the table with a pencil because the silence in this base was really creepy, "What's the definition of luciferous?"

"Bringing or providing light," Hope then gave out that big dorky smirk that made her freckles ten times more obvious. "He called my smile that, and then I got confused because what type of person knows a word like that?"

She started folding up another piece of paper into a paper airplane. "I remember you taught me how to do this that one winter I got really sick."

"Oh!" I let out of surprise.

I remembered that then. I remembered her pale little eight year old face, and how she was so undernourished that her freckles had disappeared. We didn't have much food or water, and the bags under her eyes were so dark that she looked fourteen. I remember thinking how nice it would to see that kid smile, and if I could just make that little girl laugh again - this kid that I had promised a life to - that would make me seem a little less hungry, seeing her happy. So I taught her how to make a paper airplane, and the next day we threw them at Tom.

I had thought she forgot.

"Yeah," I picked up a paper full of numbers that were probably important, and those important numbers probably led to another quest. I would never be tired of quests. I was sent to Mianite because I craved quests and adventure, but I did need a brake. A person needs a brake, even from the things they love the most.

I stood up from my desk, kneeling at the table. I faced to Hope, pressing my arms against the table. Hope's freckles were showing. She wasn't so undernourished that she looked six years older. Still I knew that we both needed a smile.

"I bet I can make a better airplane then you," She said with a devious smirk forming on her face.

"Please," I grabbed the paper with the important numbers. The numbers that were sure to be a pattern. The pattern that was sure to be a clue, and a clue that was sure to be an answer.

Screw answers. Just for this moment.

"-I am the master," I folded the sheet in half, and I was going to make the best goddamn airplane that this 18 year old women child had ever seen. "I have been mastering this art for ever."

"Even with you being old as bones I'm going to beat you!" Hope yelled over me, grabbing a sheet of paper and folding it in half too. "Your going to cry old man!"

"Old man-!" I blustered out. I only had three folds of my paper airplane left. "I'm five years older then your boyfriend?!"

"Old man!" She screamed. Her airplane was complete, and mine was going to look identical, but it would still be better.

I finished mine quicker then I meant to so the one wing was bent. "I'm not old! I'm a quarter through my years!"

"Your just upset because it's true," She teased.

I pushed her out of the way. We stood in the doorway between the two rooms of the base. We faced the bunk beds, with their horrible smell and the cramped beds.

"Who ever gets farthest gets the good bathroom," I spoke quickly. Maybe fast enough that Hope didn't here me.

"What?!" She yelled out, her voice going ten octaves higher. "No I already won it-"

"Nope it's a deal-" I interrupted her.

"-I won the coin toss. Deal with it. Heads always wins-"

"-if you wanna win again you should probably pay attention," I yelled over her. "Okay ready," I steadied my arm. Plane throwing hand was in action. "One, two-"

"-three-"

The planes entered the air. Hopes went straight threw the rows of bunk beds. Mine on the other hand half assed it to the right because of one gimp wing and landed on one of the top bunks of the beds.

"I win!" Hope jumped up and down. I triumphant grin on her face. I know she was about to do that little dance she does when she gets her way.

She got up all in my face about it. I was extremely grumpy because I lost.

"Deal with it, bitch!" She screamed, and I swear she would have moonwalked if that hadn't of meant moving backwards to the bunk beds.

"No," I was going to lengthen this out as long as possible. "I think I got father."

"No," Hopes voice screeched out, but there were laughs in the midst of that screech so it was okay. "It turned and went on one of the beds."

"You're a liar and a cheater," I crossed my arms, trying to look cunning because that really fires her up.

"It is," She pointed forcefully to the bunk of the bed where my paper airplane obviously was, "right there!"

"Show me then," I said, knowing that she would never go up on the bed, and I could drag this out longer.

She, taking me by surprise, stomped straight over to the bunk.

I forgot she was as competitive as me.

She climbed the bed, which was extremely difficult because it didn't have a ladder. She pressed her bare foot on the lowest dirty mattress, and she tried her best to hoist herself up, gripping to the top bunks comforter that I could imagine smelled horrible.

"Ew," Hope let out, finally getting her leg up to the top bunk and making her way up. When Hope thinks something is disgusting, there is something wrong.

"See," She held up the airplane, "you lost, dumbass." She then threw the airplane at me, which didn't really work because it had a gimp wing and wouldn't fly straight.

"Now help me down," She gasped out. "It smells really bad." There were hints of disgust in her voice, as she reached down.

I went over, grabbing her awkwardly by the legs, so I could practically be her stepping stole to get down.

She hopped down anyway, so I wasn't much of a help.

She was now my same height and standing on the floor. She patted my shoulders. "Thank you for being supportive."

She was right about the bed though. It did smell bad. Like musk and chloroform.

"I get the good bathroom," She whispered under her breath, but I know she made it purposely loud enough that I could hear her.

"Yes," I sighed because heads always does win, "yes you do."

I should have known.

My instincts were off the radar. The base felt more eerie then normal, and the smell of the beds made my head feel heavy and my body weak. I should have guessed I was being drugged.

I sat on a cold metal chair. Feeling, that's the only sense that hadn't been numbed. There was some fabric on my. A more delicate fabric that I had had in for my pajamas. I could also feel the cold on my legs, and my calves didn't have the fabric on them. My feet were bare and, my toes could almost reach the floor.

My vision started to become less foggy, but my mind was still mush. I had no idea where I was, or how I got here. Except for the fact that I had been drugged. The fact that I was going to puke on my kidnapper proved that the best.

I moved my head up, even against the stiff joints in my neck. I could see my lap, and I could see that I was wearing a white dress, and from the chilled air hitting my shoulders and the straps chafing at my neck, I could tell it was a very doll like dress.

My eyes adjusted to a circular room, which smelled a lot cleaner then I expected, mostly because the room was cleaner then expected.

There was no need for anything to be fit in this room because it was so big that it could hold a whole angry mob. The windows, which circuses around the room with the walls, let in a lot of light. My eyes broke off from the blinding light, and I became more interested in the gears I saw in front of me.

I had been propped against a wall, which I knew because I could feel the warmth from the sun coming through the window. This gave me a good view of where I had been in prisoned. I saw the windows and the many white desks that stood empty, even as thousands of papers and pencils stood on said desks.

In the middle of the room, blocking some of my vision from spying on the rest of the spiral room, was a glass prism. Most of the prism was covered in black computer screens, but through the cracks between the computer screens I could see gears grinding in that glass prism. They made as much noise as possible, which my ears were adjusting too.

I could see my reflection in the glass prism on the dark computer screens. I could see the heavy circles under my eyes, and the bruises on my cheeks almost shone gold tints and blue and black.

Then a new sound interrupted the gears, and the computer fans running aimlessly. The sound of boots patting quietly towards me, and I could hear the presence of someone else, but they were so catlike and quiet that I couldn't get any more noise.

"Well," A gritting voice echoed in the almost empty room. A booming voice. A voice that was almost purposely trying to sound strong. "This is not what I was expecting at all."

I knew immediately it was a god when I could here footsteps, but I could feel that heavy wait on my shoulders like there's a tip in the world's scale. Then when I heard his voice, I didn't even need to look up. It was Mianite.

But not our Mianite.

The one and only wore a white hood around his neck. Tan pants complemented by light tan boots and light tan shirt. All of his cloths were baggy, loose around the edges, except for some sharp edges around his legs that jagged out with a pointed edge.

"Look up at me!" He commanded, trying to be frightening. Of course I wasn't frightened. His boots moved closer to me.

I moved my head up, fighting the kinks in my neck. Not because I was listening to him because I was curious for my own damn self.

I smiled, partly from the fact that he fucked himself up and I knew it had to do with selfishness in some way.

His face bubbled together with metal plating, making his mouth only able to smile on the right. The other side of his face couldn't move with his expressions, and I couldn't tell why it was there.

"What's with the dress?" I blurted out.

Mianite didn't answer, but his smile faded. He stood quietly, as if he knew I wouldn't have a retort.

"This some weird fetish or something," I added. "because I'd like you to know that I don't consent."

He laughed slowly, and I could tell it was purely for the fact that I could make me feel smaller. Then he smiled, which was really a smirk because of the metal plate.

"I like to see you squirm."

I tried to move forward and adjust myself, but the bindings on my hands twisted around harder.

"-and I have you trapped." His smirk left, and he put his hands behind his back like he was also bound to a chair.

"I want you to tell me how you found out about the crypts," He said, and behind Mianite peered out this guy. So instead of listening to Mianite rant about why I should give him information that I will never give him, I just watched the guy.

The man looked around Jordan's age, maybe a little older. No where close to age as me. Shortish brown hair, and the same blue eyes that everyone in Ruxomar had. I could even call him lean. He didn't look like he exercised a day in his life. Glass were falling off his face, which was just in awe may I add.

The man was practically shaking in his sweater vest. I don't know what chihuahua man was doing with Mianite, but the man looked scared out of his mind.

Scratch that he looked pitiful.

When I get out of here I'm bringing him along and getting him an ice cream.

"Excuse me," I tuned back into the conversation. "I wasn't listening to a word of the bullshit you were saying." I spoke with no emotion, and I couldn't tell if the shrimpy guy was trying not to laugh or scared for his life.

Mianite took a deep breath. I didn't get a chip from his patience. He simply when to plan B. If we're being truthful, I think he was more excited for plan B anyway.

"I'm not getting anything out of you?" He asked. "Am I."

"Afraid not," I tipped my head to the side sarcastically, still loopy from the gas. I wasn't watching what I was saying more then usual.

"Fine," Mianite turned to his assistant. "Gaines-"

My attention peeked at that and I was going to have a little more fun before I started screaming from pain.

"Oh Mr. D.M.G!" I yelled out, and my drunk self gave out some sort of accent that sounded a lot like a southern wife of a slave driver from the civil war Jordan told me about. "Deary me. How have I ever been given the honor to meet you."

Gaines completely froze, and his face almost went as pale as mine.

"Now let me ask," I continued my voice going normal. "Is Dianite really as fit as they all say because we all know that drone spent a little extra time with him."

"I don't control those drones," Gaines muttered out, somehow finding the willpower to speak. "I have a bigger operation."

I laughed out loud, and I could have keeled over and died right there if my hands weren't bound behind me.

I started to calm down as soon as Gaines face became even more pitiful.

"Good for you, bud," I still let out with a solid smile.

Mianite gave a knife to Gaines, and it didn't seem like I was going to get anymore out of them like I was hoping for.

"Really," I gave Mianite a pitiful glance. "Your going to make Mr. Puppy dog eyes do it."

Mianite just rolled his eyes, and walked silently out of the room.

Gaines walked over to me. His hand was shivering, and his whole body was shaking.

I somehow found the power through the dizziness to get out one last testimony.

"Look here buddy." I made my voice be gritted and quiet, using all of my anger and frustration to make my words more powerful then I had ever sounded. "You can cut and cut at my skin until you have enough blood for a new experiment, but you will never brake me."

Gaines glanced up, pity in his eyes, and he was shaking even more.

"You missed the punch on braking me. I've already been broken. I was broken the damn moment I was born!" I screamed.

I took a breath calming myself down, and made my voice gritty again. "So go ahead puppy dog eyes," I said slowly. "Give me your best shot."

Gaines took a big gulp, shaking his head. Trying to get out of here. Desperately trying to get somewhere else in his mind, but there was no somewhere else. There was just here.

"I'm sorry," he whimpered out. "I don't have a choice."

So much for taking him out for ice cream.

I could feel my heartbeat in my chest pounding so hard that it was painful. I could feel it beating against my rib cage. Basically my heart was punching me for being so stupid!

Hope wasn't there when I woke up, so the first thing I thought to check was if her bag was still there. Maybe she had left early or gone to see Andor? She did hate the smell of the base.

Her bag was still there. Right by the doorway.

The second thing I thought of doing was running as fast as I could back to the farmhouse and start crying. Then after I did said crying, I could figure out where Hope was taken and murder whoever did this.

I was on the finding part, and I wanted to move to murder as soon as possible.

I barged into the farmhouse, thinking on a particular moment like this I didn't need to knock.

"Hope's gone!" I yelled out, meeting the surprised faces of Martha, Steve, and Andor who were having a nice breakfast at the kitchen table. Of course now the nice breakfast was over because there was a missing person.

Andor was the first one to loose his shit.

"Wait was her bag gone?" He asked. His normal patience was slowly flying out the window, and he was becoming more flustered by the moment.

"Yes!" I yelled out again. "And she didn't change into her normal clothes, and she's not back yet!" I spoke quickly, my words slurring. I couldn't think straight, and my head felt heavy.

"Oh c'mon," Steve said, being the only one still able to keep a cool head. "Who in hells name would be strong enough to kidnap that crazy kid." He was speaking with his hands. Worried eyes on the rest of us. "-You'd need a god-" Steve's words slowed, and he finally reached the crazy conclusion the rest of us had. "-oh shit!"

Then a moment of realization hit Andor like a truck, and he had as big of a spazz attack as he did when he remember Matthew Gaines.

"I know who took her!" He exclaimed out. "I remember who the initials are exactly," He said each word but by bit, placing every piece of information together on his imaginary cork board. "I know where she is."

I quickly unbuckled my wrist watch with a shaky hand and threw the watch at Steve.

"I need you to call my team over here," I ordered, making my voice as harsh as it could even with the circumstances. "Tell them it's an emergency."