[color=deepskyblue][b]Finn[/b][/color] [color=red][b]Lockhart[/b][/color]
[@Inertia][@TheDarkTemplar][@PhoebeCarlisle][@Liocalset][@Ace of flames01]
Finn had been sitting on the couch when they had come to his door. He was in the living room watching T.V. and he'd heard the knock on the door. Lucy had come out of her room, dressed in sweats, her red hair pulled into a ponytail. They were both waiting for their parents to come home. He remembered the look on Lucy's face when she had turned to him. She'd seen the police officers through the window, standing here with that somber look that signaled the coming of bad news. He saw her face and he cautiously walked to her as she opened the door. "Are you Lucy Lockhart?" the first officer, Officer Jakobs, had asked his sister. His partner had cast Finn an apologetic look when he saw the confusion on his face.

Lucy and Finn had slept in their parent's bed that night. It was a big, white four poser bed, with curtains and everything. All Finn had noticed was that it smelled like them. The next day was the hardest. The triplets, Derek, George, and Alex, had walked into the kitchen expecting to find their dad at the stove cooking pancakes, and their mom making hot chocolate. That's how their mornings had always started. Instead they found their older siblings trying not to cry.

All Finn could think about were those two days. The last time the D.M.A. had taken someone he loved. He knew they couldn't have died in a car crash. He just could feel it in his gut. But now it was happening again. He was vaguely aware of Cole talking and himself nodding his head in agreement, but deep inside, he was reliving his worst memories. They flashed in front of him, filling him with fear for what might happen to his best friend. [i]She's strong. Stronger then them that's for sure. She's probably giving them hell right now.[/i]

[color=deepskyblue][b]Jessica[/b][/color] [color=gray][b]Thompson[/b][/color]
[@TheDarkTemplar]
And hell was exactly what Jessica was giving. "I'm not scared of you. I mean sure you could kill me, but you won't. Because I'm valuable. I work with the Conclave. I know where tons of Gifted live, work, and even hang out. So you won't kill me. So I would really like those Goldfish and lemonade right about now. So be a dear and go fetch those will you?" Jessica said, oozing with condescension. She was working to push this girl's buttons, find out what made her tick. If she could exploit that before her kidnapper got back to begin the interrogation, she might even be able to get out of this pop stand. [i]I'm going to get myself killed. I'm pushing this lady too hard. She's gonna snap. Oh no she won't. She's weak[/i] Jessica thought, fighting with herself. [i]Been in captivity for barely an hour and I'm already losing it. Finn better get his ass here quick before I go full blown Norman Bates[/i]