We had been put into Tucker and Sonja's house. By we I mean Tucker, Sonja, Jordan, Tom, Wag, and I, and by house arrest Gaines meant putting us wherever the hell he felt like it.

Andor had been taken with Martha, and I had no idea where they had been put. At first I was mortified. They had thrown us in the back of a cargo truck, and it was pitch black dark. I could only smell wheat and hear Jordan screaming out in defiance - as if that was going to help. I knew Andor hadn't been with us because I was being the last one to be thrown in the back I heard my name, and I knew it was him trying to hear my voice one last time before I went wherever.

Now in the house - that mortified had left. The adrenaline pulsing through my veins was gone. I was just kinda numb. No more fear, no more worrying, only wonder. I could only feel curious, and it was a weird feeling. Like someone found the off switch of my fear and flicked it.

Jordan on the other hand was no where close to numb. He was banging on Sonja and Tucker's door. Kicking at it. Punching at it. He even got so desperate that he threw a chair at it. The house had some sort of magical barrier around it, so we couldn't leave through the windows that wouldn't brake and we couldn't open the door that was glued shut.

Jordan finally gave up, leaning against the door, sliding down the wood, and sitting there. His hands that were now black and blue laying on the floor. "What time is it?" He asked out of breath.

"I don't know," I answered quickly, purely because I didn't want to try to figure out how long we had been there. My construct of time had been warped. We got thrown in the house during night, and the clouds were covering the moon.

I had found a chair to sit on, and everyone else had either done the same or was laying on the floor. We had looked for a way to leave. We had tried our best, but they assumed we should give up because "how do you fight against a god that made the world". I didn't feel like fighting with them.

Then Tom stood up from where he was laying on the floor and asked. "Do you guys have any food?"

"We should probably start rationing it out." Wag said before Tom could even reach for the fridge.

I didn't want to stay for the battle that was going to ensue between hungry Tom and worried Tucker, so I found a place to hide. I stood up off the chair, peering up Tucker and Sonja's stairs. "I'm going to use the bathroom."

Aka I don't want to be involved.

No one answered because they were already all wrapped up in what stupid mess Tom was going to make this time.

I rushed up the stairs, not trying to make a sound just so I wouldn't be noticed. When I got upstairs I reached carpet that they had laid down. I never understood how Sonja got carpet, and I had a strong suspicion that she made some deals with Dianite.

I had thrown my boots off, and the shag carpet felt nice on my feet. I had really never felt carpet since then, but it felt like moss except softer and I could tell it had been made out of pieces of woven together wool.

I ran my hand against the bright yellow walls, feeling extra melancholy. The few days that I've had those night terrors had been strange. I was adapt from myself, like my soul was slowly being torn from my physical being. It was horrifying but also freeing. Every time I did something horrible I would feel less and less guilty. Something that should scare or worried me just felt like a chore. I didn't feel mortal.

I walked into the bathroom. This had tile on the floors and it was colder under my feet. Cold - I could feel that. So for the factor that I felt so empty and so strange I laid on the cold tile floor. I had an empty mind, I didn't even need to forget my thoughts. For once I wasn't lost in some world of imagination, roaming around until someone dragged me out. I wasn't alert but I wasn't gone.

And then something hit the bathroom window. A little tick that rang in my ear, and then another and another. But I didn't worry. I didn't really care, so I continued to stay where I was and take in the cold, which was the only thing I could feel.

Then there was a big crash and I realized something broke threw the window. I screamed involuntarily, and I could feel little pieces of glass sprinkle on me. I opened my eyes and by me sat a rock. A rock about the size of my head.

I stood up, not a bit of adrenaline or fear inside me. I didn't even have my curiosity. But for the hell of it, just to do it, I looked out the window. And I felt a little pulse through me when I saw Andor and Martha, standing down in the garden.

I wanted to scream down "how the hell did you brake the window with God magic on it" but to my better instinct I waited. They were both able to climb up this ivy that Sonja had grown and had climbed up the side of the house itself.

I grabbed Martha's hand first and pulled her up. I guessed that Andor insisted she went up first. And then I grabbed Andor's hand, and I pulled him through the window faster than I probably should have but I couldn't really help it.

And then he grabbed me in a big hug, and I became stiff. "I didn't know where they took you."

And nothing. I still didn't feel anything, including excitement. "How did you find us?" I asked, not even caring to put a smile on my face.

"This was the only house with warding on it," Martha interrupted. She opened the bathroom door, probably rushing down the stairs.

Some little part in my body told me that Andor wanted to stay there with me, and for the sake of allusion I stayed.

He bit his lip and then let out. "You know those night terrors you have."

I paused, now actually listening. At the moment that was all I could really care about. "Yeah," I said slowly. I couldn't tell how mellow I really sounded.

Andor on the other hand had so much anxiety that I could almost feel it. Almost. He really didn't want to say whatever he was going to say. "I can't-" he paused himself, and at that point I was ready to shake the sentence out of him. "I can't do it."

I paused, not wanting to say anything that would hurt him. I knew that was wrong and that wasn't me, but at that moment I didn't really care if I hurt his feelings. I didn't care if I hurt anybody. I was willing to do anything for me.

Instead of arguing I simply said. "Okay," in a monotone voice. That was the only thing that seemed worth it.

Andor squinted at me suspiciously. I'm guessing the same way Jordan would have if he wasn't to busy paying attention to Ianite and how she was supposably sick.

Before Andor was able to say anything, something. There was a boom outside of the door. It was loud enough to shake the whole house, and would have broken some windows if they weren't magically sealed.

Andor grabbed my hand, but I wasn't that scared.

Then Tom belted up the stairs panting. "SOMETHING AT THE DOCKS." He was screaming. "SOMETHING AT THE DOCKS!"

So I had come to the conclusion that there was an explosion at the docks.

The water at the docks was oddly murky, so I immediately knew something was wrong.

The crash didn't sound like an explosion or a hit. It sounded like a crack, something that didn't echo. Strong and to the point.

I knew it had to do with Mianite. He had shoved us in our houses so we wouldn't be able to stop him. That's how it always worked with Gods. They wouldn't tell you upright. They would manipulate you.

I also knew how extremely advanced Mianite was. The computer screens in the base. The gears in Urulu. The assistant he had - Devisor Gaines - was extremely intelligent. An intelligent that Jordan with his knowledge of the modern world didn't have.

I didn't realize how advanced until then.

We all were practically tripping over each other trying to reach the docks. We all had the mad curiosity that Hope usually stores for the rest of us.

The hair on my arms were standing up, and my head felt dizzy. The air around me was electric - literally. My clothes were full of static electricity. It was like dry humidity.

When we got to the dock, everything seemed normal. Except for the water. The wood on the dock was polished but stained as normal. The smell of decaying taint still tinged at the air. The waves glided smoothly hitting the brown sand docks. The water was mucky. Not brown, but black. Little black flakes floated around, not mixing with the water like salad dressing.

This worried Andor the most.

Jordan was the first one to lock eyes with the mechanism. He lifted his glasses of his face out of shock. His mouth hanging wide. "What the hell is that." His eyes were screaming a mix of excitement and fear.

On the dock sat a marble capsule. A pure white marble capsule. Not a spot of dirt had gotten on it, and I saw how. All of the oil that's it was spilling out was landing into the ocean, and what fish the taint had already killed would be gone soon.

The capsule had steam coming off of it, and I could feel the heat radiating off of it. As the capsule pumped in oil the capsule let off steam. Two big generators plugged into it with bronze wires made a buzzing sound, and I could tell that this is where the dry humidity was coming from. They had only been here a few hours and they were already polluting the whole damn place!

The Devisor, instead of looking very proud of himself, was stark white. His face was pale except for his pink cheeks. His hair was standing up on eked from the static, and his brown vest was slicked dirty with oil. His eyes resembled Jordan's with a mix of being horrified and being happy. Their faces almost looked the same except for Devisor Gaines' smile. He had a big smirk on his face.

A groan came out from in front of the capsule, and laying on the dock was a heap of a man. He had green and blonde hair. His skin was grey to a dying tone, and his chest lifted up and down trying to pump air in. His clothes were ripped and ragged from use, except for his black boots with studs on them. They were very shiny.

Martha pushed us all out of the way. Her face the most mixed out of them all. She had tears forming in her eyes from sadness, surprise, happiness, and every other emotion you could name.

"Mot," She was barely able to get the name out before she crumbled into tears

The heap names Mot shuddered and moaned.

The Devisor fainted.