A/N Sorry I haven’t updated in aaaaaages! I have been busy but HOPEFULLY this one will be a good one!

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Samantha’s P.O.V

“Xavier?” I asked. Even though his head was on his knees I knew exactly who sat before me. The boy’s head raised and his chocolate-brown eyes locked on mine. “Samantha! What are you doing here?” He exclaimed. “I-I-I don’t know!” I cried and promptly burst into tears. This was weird for me as I NEVER cried (In fact people used to say I was unusually brave!) Sensing that something was wrong Xavier crossed the room and I fell into his arms. We sat against a wall for what must have been half an hour. Xavier. My 14 year old cousin. We aren’t even first cousins yet we grew up together and are best friends. Why is he here? At least I have company now.

Thump Thump Thump Thud. I raised my head at the strange sound. Across the room from the door I was taken for my shower from now lay 4 large lumps covered by a heavy canvas bag. As Xavier and I walked over to the new arrival I nervously fiddled with the plastic (medical?) bracelet I have had on ever since I arrived here. It is purple with a panther on it and it also has a word but I don’t know what it means- Padriac. I can’t get it off. Xavier lifts the heavy canvas bag and gasps. There lay 4 more people. The first thing I notice is they all have different coloured bracelets on. My eyes dart down to Xavier’s hand. He has a green one. The next thing I notice is Cadence Kenley, my American cousin, again not first. There is also a young woman probably around her late teens, an old man and a woman probably in her late thirties. I vaguely recognize her as my Irish Aunt Adalyn (we called her Aunt Addie). I didn’t know the other two.

Xavier’s P.O.V

As soon as I lifted the canvas I recognized Cadence Kenley my American cousin, not my first cousin though. He also had a twin sister called Keira, I wonder where she is. I also recognized Aunt Addie and I think the old man was Uncle Alexander, not sure who the girl was though.

Sam and I dragged the new arrivals into the bedroom and arranged them as nicely as we could on the bunks, men on the right, women on the left. That’s how Sam and I arranged it.

 It was another hour and a half before the chloroform started to wear off and our family members started to wake. The first to do so was Cadence. “Keira! Keira no! Keira!”  Cadence cried then “Wait where am I? Xavier? Is that you? Why are you here?” Cadence sounded really confused obviously he didn’t remember being taken. “Yes Cadence it’s me. Samantha is here too and Aunt Addie, Uncle Alexander and some other girl. Do you remember how you got here?” “All I remember is being at lunch with Keira then this lady came up and asked what our names were, I got up and tried to grab Keira, take her with me as I escaped but she wouldn’t come. The lady grabbed her and I ran back for her. It’s me they wanted. I saw a rag coming up to my face and then I woke up here. What happened?” That sounded similar to how I was taken. “Well I guess we have all been kidnapped.” I told him all I knew. “Yes I supposed we have young… Xavier is it? The thing is, why does this seem to be a family reunion?” Uncle Alex spoke up “I don’t know but let’s go and check on the girls.” I told them as I stood and made my way to the girls’ side. Aunt Addie and the girl I didn’t know both sat upright on their beds, Sam standing in between them. “Who are you?” Cadence asked the mystery girl none too politely. “My name is Angelika Lect.” She replied in a German accent “And who, may I ask, are all of you?” “Samantha Tomas” Sam said “Cadence Kenley” Cadence followed “Xavier Smith” I joined in “Adalyn Dodson, but you can call me Aunt Addie” Aunt Addie continued. We all looked expectantly at Uncle Alex but all he said was “Of course you are.” “Uncle Alex?” Cadence asked “Yes? Oh sorry! I’m Alexander Elliot but please, call me Uncle Alex” “Does anyone know what these colourful bracelets mean?” Sam asked anyone who was listening. Uncle Alex’s eyes widened as he looked down first at Sam’s purple bracelet, next at his own yellow one and, finally, at everyone else’s. Something seemed to dawn on him and he had to sit down. “Everyone gather round. It’s story time.” He said gravely.