Well, I hope you like this one too if you like the other one. This one I already have the plan for. Sorry if at times it is a bit awkward. I was just thinking about a girl with a staff one day.

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Brooke Engles crept silently around the dungeon cells.

The place had always given her nightmares, but now the stakes were higher since she was doing secretive help to a prisoner.

She rounded one last corner to a cell numbered 22. Ian Kabra was sitting on the floor.

He had had a hard three weeks of hard work and pain. A large gash was on his cheek along with a swollen eye and he had so many bruises and blotches that you couldn't see his copper skin. The only thing he was got that brought his spirits up, was Brooke's daily food delivery on her break.

The main schedule of a Madrigal was as follows:

Breakfast

Morning drills

Morning duels (She could only watch for now.)

Lunch

Break

Afternoon interrogation

Night duels (As above)

Dinner

Bed

They had grown close after their previous and present times alone in the Madrigals deathtrap. Every day, Brooke brought him good food to replace the garbage everyone else gave him. When the Madrigals how healthy he was food wise, they lessened his amount but no matter. Brooke still brought some.

There was one thing that was raw between them: the Cahills.

Brooke didn't trust them when she chose to help, and she didn't trust them now.

Ian Kabra looked up and smiled, "Hello."

Brooke put her finger to her mouth. He nodded, "Sorry."

Brooke smiled and pushed the tray through the bars. Ian's mouth watered at the scrumptious aura of the pork cutlet and mashed potatoes and cake.

"Thank you," he said gratefully as he dug in.

Brooke just stared at his cheek's gash, "That must've hurt. Here," she pulled out some white disinfectant and put it on the wound.

Ian flinched but let her continue to treat it.

"Any word from home?" she asked hopefully.

"Not really," he replied. "Nellie is still at your house and Alistair is working on a plan, but the Cahills have disappeared. No one has seen them."

"I told you they were using me," she grumbled.

"No," Ian hissed. "For once you're wrong. The Cahills would never do anything like that."

"No, Ian your wrong. I told you, I saw the tape. Clear as day; not as clear as this stuff I am putting on your wound! They betrayed me and I am not putting another thought to it."

She stood up and looked at him, "Bye."

She walked away briskly, not looking back.

Ian Kabra sighed. He had been trying to convince her for the past three weeks that they weren't bad.

Something vibrated on his wrist.

Ian Kabra looked at the watch urgently.

Now I know what you are thinking, "Wow, a watch! I couldn't care less!"

Yes, that is true, but it wasn't just any watch. Brooke and Ian had their lives depending on it for safety, help and, when the time came, comfort, which was basically every day.

The digital surface was alive like a Fourth of July fireworks show, they way it did when a person was calling. Ian pressed the left side button, and an image came up.

"Hello?" Ian whispered.

He, at first didn't realize who was calling him, but then he noticed the bejeweled encrusted cane, Alistair Oh.

"Has she forgiven them yet?" he asked hopefully. Ian shook his head.

Even though a name wasn't said, he knew exactly who Alistair was talking about.

"She has been hesitating a bit like she was unsure, but the way she just talked to me showed that she is hurt deeply. She still has feeling for young Daniel though. Is there still no trace of him and his sister yet?"

Alistair looked depressed, "They have been in contact, but they would never give their whereabouts. Brooke's parents are furious that they let left. They are taking pity on Nellie though, because she has nowhere else to go. I sure hope you make it through this time. Keep trying to bring her to our side. She isn't a Madrigal yet, but and Ekaterinan-Original girl being trained by Madrigals is just as bad. Keep trying, son. She'll eventually change. I know her that well."

Alistair peered at the camera, "What is that on your face?"

"It's disinfectant," he replied simply. Alistair shook his head.

"No it's not,' he said. "Taste it."

Ian put a bit on his finger. He licked the white disinfectant, "This is mayonnaise."

"Ah," he mused. "Brooke is very smart."

Ian looked dumbstruck, "What?" he asked incredulously.

"It is proven that mayonnaise is very trustworthy in the healing of cuts and bruises. Plus, it is very rejuvenating for the skin."

Ian just rolled his eyes and shut off the watch.

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Brooke stormed down the Hall of Prisoners as she called it.

Helpless victims reached out to her and grabbed onto her clothes asking for help.

Too full of anger to care, she kicked them away. She would feel sorry about that for later.

She wished that she could help them, for deep down, she was still a prisoner.

Forced to do the Madrigal way and never leave, she felt isolated. As if, she was still a prisoner only being trained and steered in one direction and not being let out to only benefit the Madrigals.

That is what her heart was saying, but was she listening to her heart? No, she was not. She was listening to her brain and in her brain she was only thinking about one thing: the betrayal of the Cahills.

Those good for nothing Cahills! They used me and my sources and now they are off again, my little clue now theirs, becoming one of the most powerful people in the world! I cannot believe what they put me through. I trust them and they put me back into the chamber of death THAT I BARELY SURVIVED THE FIRST TIME! Brooke thought.

Little did she know that the Cahills were doing the exact opposite; they were looking for her.

So, how is book two going. Okay I got a question. Ashleybett said that I should get this thing published. Can I even do it? I mean ha;f of the story is copyright sorta, but then again it isn't a parody and some is my idea. Please help! R&R.