AN: hi guys! I'm starting a new story! I know I haven't finished my other story and I am not abandoning it, so to everyone who reads that don't worry! Okay so this is basically set after the reckoning. This first chapter is pretty much taken up by a flashback, and the next chapter will start immediately after it!

Disclaimer: I do not own darkest powers or anything else in this except the idea, that was ALL MINE!

Chloe pov

I walked through the door into the dimly lit room. I looked around at the familiar looking office. A deep red colored couch in the middle of the room with an office chair next to it. A light colored wooden desk in the back corner with a white Apple laptop sitting on top. Papers were thrown all around the desk in messy piles. Exactly the way I left it. I sat in the chair that was pulled up under the desk and stared at the little plaque that read: Miss Soulia, child Psychiatrist. I felt the corner of my lips turn up at the thought of being Miss Soulia. I had changed my name after life went back to semi-normal, but the thought of growing up and actually living the life of Demi Soulia made me happy. Having a life without being a necromancer and being able to work as a director, instead of a Psychiatrist who is undercover looking for other supernaturals diagnosed as bipolar or schizophrenic. That would be a good life. Of course then I would have never met Tori or Kit who I am with now. Who I've been with for seven years now.

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"G-guys?" I asked worriedly looking around for Simon and Derek who never seamed to stray more than two feet from me. When no answer came I got increasingly nervous. "G-g-guys" I called out again. But still no answer. I looked around trying to dislodge a stubborn memory from my head. I pulled a little harder trying to shake it lose but ended up looking like an idiot, beating my head against my palm. It doesn't matter if you look like an idiot if no one is here to see you.

I put my hands on the cold metallic floor and tried to push myself up. Struggling, I hastily got up. Moving wobbly, with my hands out in front of me to catch myself if I suddenly fell; I reached out to the nearest wall. It was cold and metallic like the ground. Where am I? I opened my eyes as wide as I could and moved my head to look behind me. As far as I could see I was in a dark, empty metal room with not even as much as a flashlight to guide me out. The only glimpse of light I could find was from a horizontal line that floated just barely off the floor.

I went with my gut and moved toward my one source of light. After about thirty seconds of crawling I bumped into something hard. I turned my face to look up and saw another wall. Thinking I had crawled away from the light not towards it I looked down. No, the light was still there. In fact, it was right on top of my hand making it look extremely pale. Confused, I looked up again and came to the realization that I must have run into a door. I scurried up onto my knees and tried to find a knob. A shiver went down my back as my hands traced the length of the door. I felt something round curve under my fingers and I turned it as hard as I could. I felt a sharp pain travel through my body; Exploring every corner and making it, it's own. I fell to the floor screaming out in pain. It was every where overriding my brain. I could feel the cells in my head evaporating and my bones getting weaker. I needed to get out, before the pain became too great for me to even think.

I knew that if I touched the door again I would be sent into another round of unnerving pain; but if I had something to block the path of the shock or… spell I could trick it. Well, that is if it is a spell. If it's not then…

I didn't give myself the time to think about what would happen knowing it would only scare me enough to back out. The pain was still inside my body and it was increasing by the minute. I had to work quickly before it sent me into a coma or I blacked out. Either of which would get me no where.

I set my plan into motion as soon as that through made its way through my head. I flung my shirt over my head and held it around my hands trying to keep it as thick as possible around my palms. The empty air stung as it hit my bare back and torso. I thanked god I had put a bra on because escaping from where ever I was without any thing to cover myself would have been humiliating.

Once I made sure that the shirt was wrapped tightly around my hand I reached forward and twisted the knob again. My first observation was that I felt no greater pain then what I already did. I breathed a sigh of relief. My second observation was that my shirt was burning and if I didn't open the door quick enough it would burn straight through to my hand. I turned the knob as far as it would go and then slammed my body against the door. When it flew open and light flooded in I was surprised to say the least. I thought I was going to have to go at it for at least two more tries.

I waited as my eyes adjusted to the newly found light, and as I was waiting I remembered I hadn't taken my hand of the knob and I thrust my hand forward so fast I smacked myself in the chest. What was left of my shirt came tumbling down to the floor and I followed after it.

My eyes now, accustomed to the light, noticed exactly how little of my shirt had survived the spell. It had been burnt all the way through in the front and the back had holes that ranged from tiny to about the size of a marble. I internally groaned at the thought of not having a shirt for the rest of my mission. I had known this was more likely to happen but that didn't stop me from whining to myself any way. I had no shirt, because that stupid spell bur- wait. It was a spell like I had suspected. Meaning that I was either in the hands of a branch of the Edison group or the cabal. The two places I wanted to be the least. So instead of doing something productive with myself I sat. And thought. And cried… a lot.

After minutes of sitting in my own self-pity party, I got up, wiped the tears from my eyes, and was shocked by what I saw. I was standing in a room that was filled with dead bodies. More than I had ever seen in my entire life. I'm going to be sick. The thought barley had time to register in my mind before I was bending over a, incredibly fake looking, plant, puking. I felt a pang go through my chest as I wondered if this was how Derek felt when he was changing. I prayed it wasn't because right now I was in anguish. I felt the sting in my throat as anything I had ever eaten came back up, I felt the electrical shock still moving threw my body like a snake waiting to strike, and most of all I felt the sorrow and fear and anger from all the lost souls. The souls that belong to all the dead bodies a mere ten feet from me. All of their emotions were adding up, building on me, trying to knock me over.

When there was nothing left in my body to bring back up, I turned around and faced the souls head on. The wave of emotions that flew through me in that second were layered in an organized system of chaos. First came the anger that whipped through my body hot and quick. Then came the sadness that felt like a giant wave of water drenching my whole body. Last came the fear, it made me feel like a rubber band that was being stretched out to far. Leaving me short of breath and feeling faint. I knew it would only be seconds before the lost souls over took me, but I couldn't back down. I have to be strong and if not for me, than for my friends. I still don't know where they are. For all I know they could be lost in this huddle of souls. Scarred, alone, and most of all, dead. That's what scarred me the most, if I gave up now I would never know. Alive or dead? It all boiled down that one question. The question that makes your forehead hot and palms sweaty, and I knew the only way I was going to find the answer was to stand up to the poor, lost souls. To demand answers and them send them to a better after life. One that didn't consist of wondering around earth in a dream like daze until a necromancer, like myself, decided to take pity on them. But one that fit their highest expectations, one where they got the peaceful rest they deserved.

"Okay! I know you all want something, but I want something too. So once I get my answers I'll do whatever you want." I said. I saw all the souls stop then plunge forward towards me all except a select few that stayed standing in the back of the room with their heads down. The souls that were still coming forward towards me were shouting different things. Stupid necro... Please, help... Oh no, their coming... Hurry, hurry send me away... Why should I help you, necro? So many voices, all wanting different things. To keep myself in control I took a few deep breaths and made a mental shield around my brain to keep the unwanted voices out. With my shield in place I walked to where the souls that hadn't rushed on me were at.

They still had their heads bent, looking at the soft carpeted floor. I wanted to ask why they hadn't come forward and why they wouldn't look at me but they said nothing, did nothing. So I did the same. I couldn't bring myself to be the one to interrupt the silence. What are you waiting for necromancer? A sign? Those people were always freaks, I guess things really don't change… even after death. I turned around, flagging down the voice that had spoken to me. The voice that had broken the shield. A shield I had counted on to help keep my sanity or what's left of it that is. Searching the room with my eyes I couldn't find any person, living or dead, besides the bodies of course; all the dead bodies were still there lying helplessly on the floor. The emptiness of the room was odd because just moments ago tons of souls had been formulating around me, trying to break my shield, the way this voice had. You can't see me because I have chosen to be left…unanimous. When I want you to see me then you will, but until that moment lets keep things, hmm how should I put it? Simple. The voice reminded me of Derek, how he always had a plan and it usually involved doing things his way. The way I might never get to do again if I didn't find everyone and get out of wherever I am. So you do not know where you are? Oh, How fun! It's like a mystery; where are you, and will you and your little friends ever get out alive! Well let me help you with that. The answers to your problems are closer than you think; down the left and out the door will give you what you seek. Two were left and something was lost; but with time and trust something may be bought. Your world has and will change dramatically; so never lose faith so quick fully.

My eyes landed on a door that said exit and I raced towards it, forgetting about the souls that didn't talk and the dead bodies beneath my feet. All I could think about was finding my friends and getting the hell out of here. So like the unidentified voice had told me to, I slammed into the door with the painted on exit sign and hurdled out the door. I came face to face with a choice of three hallways. One ahead of me, on to the left, and one to the right. Following the directions of the voice I went left.

Just seconds after turning left I flew into a body. I prayed it was of the living sort! Looking up terrified of who it could be I was shocked to see kit. Of all people I find kit! Not Simon or Tori, the ones I figured I would run into, or Derek who I hoped I'd run into, but kit. He looked tired and worn out; he had deep lines under his eyes and bruises turning the color of blue on his arms. After seconds of standing their just staring at him he pulled me into a hug. It was nice, like a father hugging a daughter. Well, it was nice until I remember my little uh situation. Then it became awkward, but hugging someone without a shirt on can do that. I pulled back and tried to cover my chest the best I could. Not that there was much to see, but I just felt more comfortable this way.

"Chloe, thank God we found you! We were just about to leave. We looked in every room and found nothing. Where have you been?" kit asked.

"I-I was I-in a metal r-r-room. I'm n-not sure where, somewhere b-back t-th-there" I said pointing down the hall I had just come from. "I-it was l-locked with a-a spell. A-and when I came o-out there where all these, t-these… bodies. K-kit th-they were all d-d-dead." I said. It took me a while to get all the words out because of my stupid stuttering, but in the end I got my whole message out.

"I know, I-" he started to say but was cut short by a low whistle sounding through the halls. He responded by giving his own whistle that sounded like the wind blowing before a big storm. I watched as a girl slightly shorter than kit walked in. she had a swing to her hips and a confidence that showed this person could be no other than Victoria Enright. When she saw me standing beside Kit she froze, and than bounded forward towards me, engulfing me in a huge hug. I stood in a trance just thinking about how similarly the souls in the back room had acted. Noticing my lack of enthusiasm she took a step back and probably came to the realization I didn't have a shirt on and figured that why I hadn't acted as she did.

"Uh, Chloe. Why don't you have a shirt on?" she asked curiously

"Cause It kind of um, got burned" I responded self-consciously

"How the hell did that happen? Wait, you weren't wearing that shirt I bought for you were you because I swear if you ruined the one shirt that-"

"Tori there is no need to yell. I'm sure you can always get Chloe another shirt just as good as the one before. So why don't you give Chloe your jacket to wear until we can find her something else." Kit said more as a demand than a question.

"I would… but I left my jacket in the room after it got uh, dirty. I had no idea what Tori meant but right now all I wanted to do was get out of here. Away from all those dead bodies and weird voices.

Kit sighed than said, "okay then I guess we'll just have to pick one up after we leave this place. Will you be okay until then Chloe?" he asked. I nodded my head not wanting to sound needy. I can tough if out for a few hours or however long it'll take to get away from here and to a store. "Can we please just leave? I really don't want to be here anymore." I said. I watched both of their heads nod and then looked around for another exit. I found one dead ahead with the same painted on words. Apparently kit saw where I was looking at and told me to follow him. When we got to the door he punched in a code and when I heard the click of the doors unlocking I breathed a sigh of relief and happiness.

When the doors finally opened I beamed at the warm June night. Stars were shining bright and the moon was high in the sky. Almost a full moon. Looking across the sky I thought of Derek. Even though I knew that the moon has nothing to do with his changes I still couldn't help but think of him as a wolf. Hollywood has produced too many werewolf movies where the werewolf changes on a full moon to not think of that. Thinking of Derek I remembered that he obviously wasn't here with us. Neither was Simon or Aunt Lauren come to think of it. "Kit? Where's Derek, and Simon, and my aunt Lauren" I asked worriedly. I saw him exchange a glance with Tori and then walk over to the side of the building. I knew he had heard me because besides the nervous look he gave Tori he had become tense. Something I noticed Derek did when he was thinking something over. Derek must have gotten it from him.

After seeing I wasn't going to get an answer I followed him. I looked around as I walked and saw that the building we had been in was a fairly small building. It was about the size of a Wal-Mart and from seeing the size of the Edison group building I considered this small. I tried to find the name of the building by looking for a sign, but wasn't surprised to find none. I knew they wouldn't write out the name of their company on the side of the building or on a big sign, especially if they go around kidnapping supernaturals and then killing them. But I was still disappointed, hadn't the voice that had incredibly broken my shield told me the answers to my problems were out here? That's what I thought she said. But then again she had given me the answer in somewhat of a riddle. Which I think is cheating. Why couldn't it just tell me what I wanted to know then let me be on my way? It just had to go all fortune-teller on me. Really, what was all that stuff at the end supposed to mean any way?

I looked up just in time to see Kit and Tori standing still staring at the brick wall of the building. I scooted close to Tori, trying to see what they were looking at. From what I could see all that was there was a picture of a heart with four arrows' sticking out the sides with a big S in the middle. Apparently this carving meant something bad because I heard Tori mutter a low curse and Kit suck in a breath. After another round of silence I said, "Is someone going to tell me what that is?"

"It's the symbol of the main headquarters of the cabal." Tori said. I had no idea where she learned that but it didn't seem so important at the moment.

"Then shouldn't we be leaving?" I asked.

"Yes, we should. The rest of the cabal will be alerted soon. They won't like what they find and they'll come after us." Said Kit, "Lets go, we have a long walk ahead of us. And a lot of explaining to do" I nodded even though no one was looking at me. The voice had been right after all. Both of my questions had been answered.

"Kit?" I asked after we had been walking along the edge of a forest for a while.

"Yes Chloe?"

"Please tell me… where are Derek, Simon, and Aunt Lauren." I said in a strong, but still pleading, voice.

"Their gone" he said. He didn't tell me if that mean they were alive or if they were dead. They were just… gone. And I never asked about it again.

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AN: hi again! I hope you liked the chapter! I already have the next chapter written out I just have to edit! If you have any questions about this story tell me in a review, and I'll answer it in your shout out! Yes, it's true; I do give anyone who reviews a shout out! So if that doesn't make you want to review than I don't know what will…. Okay in a review you can give me Ideas, predictions, or really anything! I know I started this chapter out not telling you much, but the next chapter is set in more of the actual story. Alrightie! Please review! Oh, and check out my other story the decisions, it's another Darkest Powers fanfic! Luv ya! *winkadink*