So, after months of pondering over whether I should post this or not, I finally built up the courage to do it. After reading this, you will notice two things. One, that I'm in desperate need of a Beta. Obviously, my spelling and grammar sucks. Please message me, or review my mistakes. Second, you will think, " I really hope this gets better. " ... It will, promise. I'll really try guys ;) It's my first time; Cut me some slack, please?

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Disclaimer; I don't own the Twilight characters, or The Power of Five characters... or even most of the plot... But I swear I own something ;)

*** Chapter One- The Old Man ***

I held my breath and squeezed my eyes as tight as they would go. As I concentrated on my pounding heartbeat behind my ears, I thought of the only comfort I had at the moment. Matt and I were out of that place. And the Five were together at last. Well, we were, for a about a minute. That place. It was terrible. As soon as I was thrown in there, I slowly lost hope of ever getting out. But then Matt got there. Somehow, I felt safe with him. Happy. Though of course, I knew it was my fault he was there. The guilt was always there.

Being distracted by my thoughts, I didn't take notice that I was no longer moving, and that I was already through the second door.

Wherever it led to.

Mental note; pay more attention.

Seems getting distracted won't help me. Thinking back to seeing my dad again, proves that my short attention span to what's really important could get me captured and or injured in a matter of seconds. My dad. It was his entire fault. He believed them. In for the money. That's it.

With tears in my eyes, I sighed and took a cautious shuffle forward. I opened my eyes a crack, afraid of where I ended up.

Nothing.

I opened my eyes all the way, confused. I ended up in a dark room.

I sure couldn't be dead right?

I stopped and listened, for anything. Any clues as to where I could possibly be. I don't think I thought of a place to go to while entering the door in Hong Kong. Obviously, no one had a clue as to where we should all meet up.

The Five were separated.

Again.

I sighed. My hopes of seeing them again were really negative.

I waited.

And waited.

Finally, I strained far enough, to faintly hear voices. Downstairs? Yeah, I was definitely above them. Far above them. I have to be at least two floors up. Where am I? Was I in their house? No, that couldn't be. Who was it? .. Matt maybe? But someone told me that the doors where only located in specific places, like Churches. And Temples... religious places like that. Not some random Joe's house.

Taking a deep breath in and out, I took a very slow, deliberate, cautious step forward. My eyes still hadn't focused and I couldn't see anything but black. I couldn't afford to break anythi-

" OWW! "

Oh, the irony.

I mentally face palmed.

Afraid if I moved, I would make too much sound. Though, now it seems it doesn't matter. The volume of my scream could wake up the dead. The voices came to an erupt halt. I heard the screeching of a chair sliding back, followed by a slow, shuffling pair of feet. The feet climbed up one set of stairs, shuffled across another level, and a bang. Probably a ladder.

I must be in the attic.

Then a face appeared in the little door of the attic floor. A very, very old face. Jeeze, this guy must be in his nineties, wouldn't even be surprised if he was living to be over a hundred.

" Wh- Wha- " He stuttered. Guess he wasn't expecting someone to suddenly appear in his old, dusty attic. Especially a random 15-year-old girl. " Wh-Where did y-you come from? How-How did you get here? What's your name? " Man, this guy sure had a lot of questions.

Can't blame him really, I had quite a few myself.

I opened my mouth to speak, but instead came out a high-pitched whine. Why? Because I suddenly felt as if the bottom of my leg was sawed in half. I looked down, to see what was causing this excruciating pain.

My eyes went wide at the sight. Not only did I fall, I had managed to get a sword.. Yes, a sword... stabbed in one side of my leg, and out the other.

" Well, this is just FANTASTIC! " I said, as I slowly and carefully sat up. I put my legs in front of me, as I attempted to pry the sword out of my leg. The whole situation was making my stomach hurt. Blood was not my forte.

' Just rip the band aid off, Scarlett, it's not that bad '

I rolled my eyes. Even I can't convince myself of that. But I did it, and ripped the sword out, praying to every god I knew of, that I didn't just cause more damage.

Suddenly, I looked up, as I momentarily forgot about the old man, who was, at the moment, staring at me in horror.

Well, I guess it was kind of a strange sight for him. I mean, shouldn't I be screaming hysterically and crying? My leg was almost severed off.

I certainly felt like crying and screaming right now. This hurt a lot more then when the sword was inside...

I broke down, and let the sobs come out. I needed to be stronger. I'm one of the five right? But seriously, I'm fifteen, have no idea where I am, have this huge responsibility that was to find four other teenagers somewhere, separated in the world, and I have to save the world. Oh, and the topping of the whole freaking cake? I just got stabbed. By tripping on a sword in some random old dudes attic.

Seeing my sobs, the old man rushed over to me, hesitated, stared at me for about 10 seconds, then scooped me up, bridal style, and down the ladder. Now, anyone would assume, that carrying someone down a ladder would be quiet difficult, but he was careful not to drop me, or even move me for that matter.

I watched through blurry, tearful eyes as he carried me through his house. Was it a house or a cabin? Either way, I don't understand why there was a door here. This guy must be something important to have a gatekeeper door in his cabin/house. I looked around and noticed how everything was wood. The furniture, the walls, the flooring and the ceilings, all wood. The paintings on the walls were all of wolfs. Strange. There were dream catchers, and fish mantels everywhere. I kind of liked the change of scenery. You wouldn't see anything like this place in Hong Kong, or even England for that matter. Well, the part of England where I was from, anyway.

The old man carried me down the two flights of stairs, and somewhere during the journey, I stopped my hysterics. I promised my self, that I would be stronger. I can't show weakness now, not ever. I don't know who this guy is, and I don't know what's waiting for me downstairs. For all I know, it could be a room full of fly soldiers and shape shifters.

He reached the last step. My head was near his chest, and I could hear his breathing labor a bit. I'm surprised he was able to lift me, never mind carry me down two floors.

He set me on the couch, and I laid down, feeling weak and light headed.

" You're loosing a lot of blood, hunny, " The old man said.

I sighed, the action made my head throb. " I don't want to go to the hospital " I replied immediately.

He raised his eyebrow, and tilted his head slightly, " Why not? We can't have you die, now can we? " He said confused.

I looked at him, widening my eyes a bit. " Do you know who I am? " I whispered. He must, right? No way has he just moved in here, and not noticed a door that led to nowhere, and suddenly a teenage girl walks out of it.

He looked right back at me for a moment, and then diverted his eyes. " Let's just say ... I have a hunch. Our tribe has some legends about the mysterious door in my attic, and you suddenly walking out of it start to add things up. Also, you appearing just after the first news about the conspiracy draws me back to you, too " He rambled on.

" Conspiracy? " I furrowed my brows. What have the old ones done?

" In Hong Kong? I assume you were a part of it? A big part, if I may say so "

Oh. Well I feel like an idiot. The whole world is waking up to the news of Hong Kong. Everyone in Hong Kong is probably dead, while little to no buildings could have survived the massive wind currents.

Thinking back, made my stomach churn. It was too soon, and I really missed Matt... I mean, Matt, Jamie, Scott and Pedro...

" Look. I'll tell you everything, if you can just get a rag for me to wrap around the hole for now, and I promise I'll go to the hospital later okay? " I probably sounded rude, and I immediately felt bad. This guy seemed legit, and he was only trying to help. " Sorry " I said, and felt that all to familiar ping of guilt.

His kind eyes crinkled at me as the grinned and walked off. He came back a minute later with a telephone in his hand.

Oh no. Who's he calling? Maybe I need to get out of here. Quick Scarlett! You can't get captured! Not again! Think.. Think.. Think...

My anxious thoughts were silenced when he suddenly spoke " Dear, don't worry. I'm just calling an old friend who is a nurse at the hospital. She lives just down the road." He soothed. I was still slightly anxious. Seeing this he repeated, " Don't worry, " with that crinkle grin again.

He quietly exited the room, so I couldn't hear the conversation. I tried not to think anything of it, and pushed away the suspicious thoughts.

He returned after only about 5 minutes. " She's on her way, as quick as she can " He smiled.

I wasn't sure what to do, but the quick decrease of feeling in my leg, and the lightheadedness of the blood loss, I realized I can't exactly high-tail it out of there. So, I stayed put, ready for the question bombing.

" So..." He started out. " What's your name?"

" Scarlett Adams "

" You came through the door? "

" Yes "

" ..From Hong Kong? " He asked hesitantly. As if he doesn't quiet believe it. Didn't he see me? Put two and two together old man! Come on!

" Yup " I answered, popping the 'p' to hide my annoyance. But I think he got the hint, because he stopped the questions. For now.

Now, it was my turn.

" Where am I? " was my biggest question right now, and I wanted an answer desperately.

" You're in La Push, Washington, " he answered, and I saw a hint of confusion in his eyes. But I cut him off before he could make a sound come out of his mouth. It was still my turn to speak.

" Who are you? " my second biggest one. Though, it's not like his name could do much as to determine what he's like... or whom he works for. But, it would be nice to refer to him as a name instead of ' The Old Man '.

" My name is Quil Sr. I am an elder for the Quileute Tribe " he responded.

Well, that didn't make anything clearer. At least I knew his name, but why in the world did he refer to himself as ' An Elder '? Either I need to brush up on my history, or this guy... I mean Quil Sr... is delusional.

Quil Sr. watched me as I pondered over this. I knew I would ask him more about this ' Tribe ' business later, when I was in a better state preferably, and I'm sure he was aware of this to.

Suddenly, my eyes got heavy, and it got really difficult to focus on anything. To be honest, I was afraid of what was happening. Was I dying? Or just passing out? Well, if I died, it wouldn't be a problem, because I would be replaced by the Scar of the past. If I was passing out, then I was terribly nervous of what could happen, in the time it took for me to wake up again.

As I slowly lost consciousness, I am pretty sure that I vaguely heard Quil Sr's voice.

" It's alright Scarlett, Sue Clearwater, the nurse, is here to help you, you'll be fine when you wake up, its alright, she's- "

Then everything went black.

All right, so there it is. It's super short, and I know it isn't the best, but hey, I tried.

Flames are welcome; I just need to know that people have trust in me to make this story idea even slightly interesting. Remember, this is my very first time... so please review. I'll only post chapter 2, if I get even a single review. So please?