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“Contributions of Dilemma”

-“But eagerly desire the greater gifts.”- 1 Corinthians. 12:31, NIV Bible.

**~Chapter Eleven- In His Cold Hands~**

She opens her emerald eyes only to be blinded by the harsh striking white light. She raises her head and notices that she’s lying on the hard metal ground. Her snowy fingers grapple the tiles as she lifts her back up from the hard floor. ‘Man, where am I?’
She thinks to herself as she surveys her surroundings. She seems to be locked in a jail cell. The only furniture in the cold isolated room was a small medical table and wooden chair in the corner.

Summer struggles to stand up only to be invaded with dizziness. She struggles to walk to the cold black metal bars that kept her entrapped. She wraps her fingers tightly around the metal bars in front of her. She hears the dragging of a soldier coming in her direction. His heavy steps clump towards her direction. The large man passes by her cell and turns around to stare at her. His dark brown orbs gleamed in the harsh light as he smiles a frightful grin. His dark coffee complexion seemed to glimmer with sweat over his black attire. He pulls out his magnum from the back holster and giggles insanely. His black small curls on his head bounce with delight.

Summer gulps and backs away from the bars watching the lunatic approach her. The overweight man unlocks her cell and was about to enter it, when another soldier pulls at the big man, screaming obscenities. “What are you doing Amill? Get out of there! If Cyrus catches you messing with his new findings, he’ll kill you!” The young Italian soldier states, tugging at the big man.

Amill grunts and walks away from the cell shaking his head rapidly. The young soldier pokes his head in the cell, “Sorry about that miss. I know you have questions. I’m sure Cyrus can help answer any questions you might have.”

Summer gulps, the fear in her body raising, her pushes a strand of blonde locks behind her ear as she manages to speak softly to the guard, “Can I ask you one question please?”

The young guard looks at her, his grey eyes staring from beneath his brown shaggy locks. “Well hurry, I’m needed in the main lobby.”

Summer gulps, “Are the Boys here?”

The soldier grimaces, “They were but they’re dead now. Why?”

Summer feels her eyes stinging with tears as she tries to steady her self. “Dead, when?” her soft voice cracks, as her tears splash down her rosy cheeks.

“You knew them?” The soldier asks curiously.

Summer nods her head, “Yeah.”

“Sorry.” The soldier states with sadness in his voice as he closes the cell and walks down the hallway. Before leaving, he turns back to see Summer cradling herself on the floor, her arms wrapping around her legs. “My name’s Vincent in case you want to know.” The young solider states as he walks down the hallway. He disappears down the hallway and out of Summer’s view.
~*~

Brian opens his eyes and feels a shocking electrical pain zooming through his chest. He looks to see he’s lying on a small twin size bed in a metallic room. The only other furniture besides the bed was a wooden mahogany chair in the center of the room. Brian gazes to see the thick metal door that enclosed him in the room. He was alone in the room and that concerned him. He was lucky enough to not have died when he was shot by the soldiers. He was glad Natalie somehow managed to smuggle in their room before meeting Ana, bullet proof vests, or they would have all died for sure. He trails his fingers over his black t-shirt to feel the vest, his protector beneath it. Sighing, his azure eyes scroll the room as he lifts his shirt to the see the damage the bullets down on the navy blue bullet vest. He traces his fingers over the impending holes the vest took and was glad that he still lived. He assumed that the others were separated like him and all must have fell in a deep state of shock. He runs his fingers over his dirty blonde locks nervously. He seemed to have failed, Ana was taken away and Cyrus believes he killed him and the others. Now he’s trapped in a room by himself. He calmed himself down as his beating heart raced against his chest. Taking a few deep breaths he sees a young soldier enter the room.

The young soldier stands at the open door in shock to see that Brian had lived. Stepping in the room, the young soldier stares at Brian, his grey eyes locked in confusion. “How? You’re alive! But you were shot. I saw when you fell and died like your friends.” The young light colored youth states, adjusting the weapons strapped on him.

Brian glared at the youth angrily, “Lucky for you then, I’m alive! You can torture us more!” Brian growls as the youth enters the room and accidentally in surprise lets the door go, locking him in with Brian. The young solider turns around and pulls on the handle realizing he’s locked with Brian himself.

Brian lowers his bright eyes and smiles a sadistic smile as he approaches the young man.

The soldier turns to see Brian coming towards him, but he didn’t want to shoot the man, that wasn’t the reason he came in. He wanted to tell him that he has a young woman who knows who he and his friends are. And that she was locked in a cell down the hallway. Vincent stands still as Brian reaches out and places his hands on the soldier’s shoulder. Vincent whispers out the word, “Summer.” Before the cold darkness seeped into his body. He could hear his heart take its last beat as he lets out his last breathe. He could hear Brian yelling, “Summer! Summer! She’s here! What did she say?” But the young soldier fells to his knees which give into gravity as his body slumps over and his eyes roll back. He collapsed dead on the floor in front of Brian as Brian’s shouts disappear.

He snaps open his eyes to see Brian staring at him. Somehow he was moved to the bed upon his sudden death. “I’m dead?” He shouts alarmed.

Brian smiles and shakes his head, “You were. But you said the magic word.”

Vincent scratches the side of his shaggy brown locks and gazes un-focus at Brian. “Magic word?”

Brian nods, “You said you saw Summer. Take me to her.”

Vincent sits up and shakes his head dizzily, “I can’t. Cyrus will have my head for that.”

Brian growled, “Well tell Cyrus he can go hell for all I care. Now take me to her now! Or the next time, I’ll let you die and you won’t wake up!”

Vincent shakes his head and grips the edge of the bed for support, he runs his hands over to look for his weapons but see Brian standing next to the pile of arsenal with a grin on his face. “Oh right, like I was gonna let you wake up armed so you can kill me. I’ m not dumb.”

Vincent snorted and mumbles, “Could’ve fooled me.”

Brian points his finger inches away from Vincent’s chest, “Care to make a last request? Don’t test me boy. I’m ticked off: you don’t want to feel what I can do with one touch.”

“How did you bring me back alive?” Vincent whispers, knowing he felt death consume his body minutes ago.

Brian laughed softly, “That’s for me to know and for you to find out. Now shall we go?”

Vincent licks his powder pink lips carefully and moves to the door slowly, his body disoriented from the waking up from death.

“It’ll take time for your body to work right. After all you did die for fifteen minutes before I dragged you over to the bed and woke you up.” Brian says calmly, following Vincent out the door.

Vincent shakes his head and leads Brian down the hall. Cyrus was going to be surprise to see the Boys didn’t die like he had planned.
~*~

Jamelet sighs and starts the ignition of the black van, again the van refused to start up. The girls have been stalled miles away from the attack at the hotel. They decided to cut through the forest so it would be hard for the soldiers to track them, but it seemed that the van wanted them to give up their hope. “Uh! See this is way I don’t bother getting a license!” Jamelet growls turning off the engine for the fifth time.

One of the girls smirked, “No license huh? Explains the driving like a mad woman technique then.” Paige says, her blonde tresses lying over shoulders in a low ponytail. Jamelet sighs and looks in the back to see Rose, Kimberly and Alison squished in the backseat, their arms thrown around each other for comfort.

Paige sitting besides Jamelet, lets out a big sighs and leans her head back on the worn ripped leather seat.

“So now what?” Kimberly mumbles tiredly, her powers have taken some of her energy.

“We run. We can’t stay here. They’re coming for us and it’s my fault that Summer was caught.” Jamelet whispers sadly, her light brown eyes viewing the trees that hid them from being spot.

Rose opens the back door to the van and jumps up followed by Kimberly and a frightened Alison. Jamelet pulls on the silver cold door handle and swings in open with Paige following her. The five women huddle and begin walking through the eerie dark forest, pushing pass green leaves on low branches that greeted their path. They walked on a dirt road in the middle of the forest staying close to each other with Jamelet leading them and Paige guarding the back.

As they were walking, Rose stumbles on the fallen tree branch. The group stops and waits for Rose to join them. After hearing a small struggle and grumbling in the pitch black. It seemed Rose had joined the group back and they continue on their journey.

“Where are we going?” Kimberly asks tugging on her sweater as the cool breeze passes by.

“Anywhere away from here.” Jamelet states, guiding the young women through the pitch black. And the group continues on their way never noting that Rose never joined them back. She was shot with a tranquilizer and taken back with the soldiers that were hiding in the forest ready to capture the women. Instead a solider silently followed the young women with his silencer ready to shoot them.
~*~

Natalie rolls over in the uncomfortable bed and gazes at the people that had gathered in the room across from hers. She looks out the glass window to see what all the commotion was about. It seemed Ana was getting ready to be shipped off to join Mr. Steeles and Howie was going along for the ride. This didn’t look good for her, she was deeper in this company than she can ever imagine. “Poor Ana, what did they do to you?” She whispers, noting the marks and scars hidden beneath Ana’s long white dress. She looks over to see Howie brutally beaten, yet still alive. She was happy her planned had worked, for he was still living. She just hoped the other men were alive as well.

The only way to end this would be to kill off Cyrus, but if the Boys couldn’t do it with their powers then she left to save them. She checks under her pillow and smiles, the small silver pistol lied hidden in the comforts of the white pillow case. She managed to have stole it along with the bullet proof vests that saved the Boys. Cyrus was not one for pulling jokes, if he sees the guys didn’t die the first time around, he’ll personally destroy them himself. And that is what Natalie has to stop before it gets too late. She just wished the girls were safe and they managed to have escaped this wrath. She holds her breath as a soldier smirks in her direction looking through the windows that contained the room which Natalie was trapped in. Her dark coffee eyes stare at the seething face from the window and manages a small smile. She would have to play along in being nice to these wolves. After all she would have to look convincing to get close to Cyrus. Soon, he’ll be eating lead and that thought pleased Natalie. She closes her eyes and imagines the peace of being back at her home, living her life away from CAPPA after its destruction.
~**~

**~To Be Continued…~**