I wake up to the smell of metal burning. My eyes flutter and my body tenses when I remember where I am. Still locked up in a cage. 

Dr. Parcelous is staring at me from the other side of the room. He walks over, a tray in hand. “Here’s breakfast.”

I don’t meet his eyes. “Let me go.” I’ve said this every day for the past nine years. And every day he replies with the same thing, “No deal.”

“What do you need me here for? I want to go back to my family,” I say looking down. “Of course you know nothing of family.”

He puts his hands around the metal cage. “You don’t know anything about me.” He stands up. 

“A long time ago my daughter was killed, because of me.”

“I’m sorry.”

He sneers. “It’s okay. Because finally, I’ve found someone to take her place.”

“Me…?” 

He laughs, dangerously. “Don’t feel so flattered. You aren’t going to become her. You’re going to… avenge her.” 

I gulp, backing into the corner of my cage.“What are you going to do to me?”

He sneers. “Don’t worry. I won’t kill you. I’m just going to take your radioactive blood.” 

“But I’ll die.”

He chuckles. “Well then I guess I will kill you,” he says taking a gun out of his pocket. “It’s a tranquilizer gun. Won’t hurt a bit.” 

Pain shoots through my left arm and I feel my eyes forcefully close. 

When I wake up, I’m in a dentist’s chair. I shift in my chair but my arms and legs are tied down. 

“Well, well, well. Look who’s up from her beauty nap,” Dr. Parcelous says, putting on rubber gloves. He pulls out a long syringe.

I struggle against the ropes on my arms. “Aren’t you going to put me to sleep first?”

He strokes his chin. “Nope!”

I sigh. 

“Ooh this is going to be fun,” Dr. Parcelous says, giddily and stabs the syringe into my arm. I scream. It stings my arm making my whole body flare in pain.
“Gosh. Don’t be too loud.”

He soaks up my blood and to my surprise it’s bright yellow. 

He laughs to himself and grabs a knife. I flinch at the sight of it. Then, surprisingly he cuts the ropes binding my arms and legs. 

“Y-you’re letting me go?” 

He laughs. “Please. You’re too weak to run away. In fact the only thing that might feel good right now is your cage. Huh?” 

I nod, and stumble out of the room and then quickly sprint off down the hall. Dr. Parcelous was wrong. For some reason, I wasn’t weak at all.  I turn the corner at the hallway and… come to a dead end. There’s a room to my right. I try the door but it’s locked. I hear footsteps turning the corner. Suddenly the door opens and an arm grabs me and pulls me in. 

There’s a young boy inside. He puts his finger to his lips. Once the footsteps retreat, I sigh in relief.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, sister.”

I stare at him in awe and then embrace him in a hug. “Logan? Is it really you?”

He nods. “Kronos kidnapped me too. Now I live here, making weapons for him.”

“Why? What does he plan to do with them?”

“He wants to get revenge on the people that killed his daughter.”

“We have to stop him. He’s evil!”

The door swings open. “I’m afraid it’s too late for that,” Dr. Parcelous says coming in. “Ah. A family reunion.”

I grab one of Logan’s weapons off the shelf. “Stay back.”

“Oooh scary,” he sneers. “And your little plan isn't going to work. I’ve already created the weapon. All I needed was your blood.”

I look back at my arm, but the wound is gone. “So what are we still doing here?”

“When I kill the murder’s of my daughter, I need you two to watch.”

“Why haven’t you killed him already?” Logan asks. 

“Well, after his memory was washed by yours truly, he doesn’t remember a thing about his past life. Or his magic powers,” he looks at me. “I don’t want him just to die. I want him to feel the pain that he caused me when he took my daughter’s life. And that can only be done with Leah’s blood.”

I glare at him. “You’re. A. Monster.”

“Why, thank you!” he says cheerfully. “Now let’s go. We have a… massacre to get to.”

He takes Logan and my hands, binds them with rope, and drags us down the hallway. Then he turns around. “Whoops! I almost forgot,” he says and reaches into his pocket. He stuffs wool cloths over our heads, blinding us. “Can’t know our location now, can you?”

After a while of walking and driving, he takes the bag’s off our heads. “Oh, look he’s outside. Must have been waiting for us.”

“Leah?” My blood run’s cold, for standing in front of us is Tanyor. Our father. 

“No...” I say, shakily. Father looks at Kronos, his eyes wide. 

He smirks at Tanyor. “Long time, no see.” Kronos takes out his gun and points it at Tanyor. “You should have killed me all those years ago.” Then he pulls the trigger.