Say Hello to Victims....

Zack Anderson’s POV

“C’mon Z! Which chick would you wanna date?” my best friend Tyler asked me during lunch. I looked around the courtyard, pretending to search for a girl.

“Sorry dude.” I shook my head while biting into my sandwich.

“Okay. Fine. How ‘bout.... Samantha Fenning?”

I shake my head.

“Natalie Owens?”

“No.”

“Nyla Marie?”

“Nope.”

“Dude! You're hopeless! I give up.” 

I just chuckled and finished my sandwich.

After school I was hanging out talking to Tyler when my phone went off like crazy, I pulled it out and check the caller I.D. Mom.

“What’s up Mom?”

“Zack, You have to pick up your sister.”.

“Why? She’s fourteen, she can walk home.”

“No. This is serious Zack. She got in a fight at school and ran off the grounds.”

“What?” I waved Tyler away, mouthing to him to go on without me.

“The principal called me about half an hour ago.”

“Don’t worry Mom, I’ll find her”.

My sister is someone you’d call impulsive. But I know exactly where she is. I jogged to the parking lot and hopped into my beat up green Jeep. I kicked it into gear and cruised out of the lot. I drove straight until I reached the “Community park” which is really a field of grass with hazardous swings and the death trap known as a slide. I walk past the swings and towards the slide. She’s usually hiding under the slide behind the latter. Yes, I said latter. It’s that old.

As walked towards the slide I heard footsteps behind me. I spun around.

“Tammi?” I asked as I looked around. I turned back around slowly and stopped dead in my  tracks. Standing right in front of me was a scarecrow. Well, it was actually a guy in black cloths with a burlap sack over his head. The sack had a mouth and eyes stitched onto it. He just stood there, watching me. I made the stupid mistake of trying to step around the freak. I ended up with a needle in my arm and a headache.The last thing I remembered is seeing my sister peeking from around the slide.

Seth Night’s POV

School sucks. Completely. I had my homework stolen, my lunch knocked out of my hands and last but not least, I was punched in the face. I’m not a dork or anything, I have dull brown eyes and dull shaggy blonde hair. So I can’t think of a reason to be punched in the face.

I usually take a walk along the river after school but I had to watch my brother Simon and his friend Jeffrey. The afternoon was mostly uneventful except for when I had to remove Simon from the tree in the backyard because he was “stuck”. After Jeffrey finally left I went up to my room and finished my painting. It’s an abstract piece called “Darkness”. It’s a mix of purple, black, dark blue and dull yellow. No one knows, but I love to paint. It’s my favorite past time after walking along the river.

After dinner and more painting I went to bed around eleven. I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t go back to sleep so decided to take my walk. I snuck out of the house and made my way to the river. I walked slowly looking at the moon on the water. Whistling some made-up tune, I just enjoyed the quiet. I stopped mid whistle when I sensed someone behind me. I slowly turned on my heel and almost fell over with shock. In front of me was a man with a scarecrow mask holding a big needle. Even though his face was just stitched on, I swear he was staring at me. The burlap sack over his head was held on with a rope wrapped around his neck. It kinda looked like a noose. I took a small step back, to test him. When he didn’t move, I spun and made a run for it. I could hear him running after me. Since it was the middle of the night I was mostly running on adrenaline. I looked behind me and saw the scarecrow man thing right behind me. I turned my head back around and tripped over a root. I fell and scraped my knees and the palms of my hands. I flipped myself onto my back and put my arms over my face. That was a mistake. He stabbed me with the needle but it felt like a knife. A dull butter knife gouging into my arm. I screamed with all my might but could feel my consciousness fading. The last thing I saw was the scarecrow man cleaning my blood off his needle.

Michael Samson’s POV

I usually walk home from school, but that day I had to bike home. My Mom was having a work party at our house and I had to help set up. I walked out of the school and headed toward the bike racks. I was almost there when I saw a girl with blonde hair and pink highlights wrestling with a baby blue bike. I went to help her but a tall guy with black hair beat me to it. I switched direction and walked to my bike. I entered the combination on my lock and pulled my bike out of the rack. I unclipped my helmet from the handlebars and put it on. Safety first children. I hopped on my bike and cruised out of the lot, trying not to get hit by a reckless driver who was texting. I was about to turn left and go to my house, but then I remembered that I had to pick up plastic plates and cups for the party. I quickly changed direction and almost got nailed by a truck. I swerved, saving my life.

“Watch where you're going, kid!” The driver yelled at me. I rolled my eyes and worked my way down the sidewalk, swerving around kids drawing with chalk and an old lady walking her dog. I turned onto an abandoned street and started pedaling faster and looking around. I felt like someone was watching me. I was a couple of houses away from the end of the street when something hard knocked me off my bike. I hit the ground hard, rolling away from whatever tackled me off my bike. I was face down on the ground, so I lifted myself off the ground with a groan. I looked at the dark figure lifting himself off the ground. I squinted, trying to see his face. He looked at me and I took in his features. He was dressed in all black and had a burlap sack over his head. He looked like a scarecrow. I quickly stood up. But I must have hit my head when he tackled me, so the world started spinning. I sat down, feeling my head for a bump. I found one. I looked up when I saw his shoes. He just stood there. Watching me with his stitched on eyes. I was about to get up when he stabbed me in the chest with his giant needle. The last thing I remember is the pain of him yanking the needle out of my chest.

Nyla Marie’s POV

I could barely contain my excitement as I watched the clock. My leg bounced up and down under my desk. The movement made my hair fall into my face every few seconds, so I had to keep brushing it out of my face. I looked behind me and grinned at Rachel, my best friend. After school we were shooting a music video for “Locked Out of Heaven” by Bruno Mars, and I was the star. I know, it’s kinda weird for me to lip synch Bruno Mars because I’m a girl and he’s a guy, but it looks cool nonetheless. I looked back to the front of the room where Mr. James was saying something about a field trip we were taking the next day. I brushed my hair out of my face again and the bell rung. I jumped out of my seat and ran-walked to the door. Just as I was about to open it I heard:

“Nyla, can I talk to you?” I lowered my hand and slowly walked back to Mr. James desk. He waited until we were the only people in the room.

“Is everything OK? I’m worried. You’ve been coming to class late, falling asleep in class and your grades are going down”  Mr. James said to me with honesty. I looked at him. Mr. James is the youngest teacher in the school. Almost all the girls are crushing on him.

“Yeah, everything’s fine” I mumbled as I slowly inched toward the door.  He stood up. I stopped walking. He never stands up when talking to a student. I should know, I watch through the little window above the door. I usually sit on Justin’s shoulders and watch the show. It’s like watching a movie on mute with no subtitles. He walked around the desk and leaned against it.

“Is everything OK at home?” He asked quietly. I looked at him wide eyed. Everyone at school knows that my mom remarried after the divorce. And everyone knows she married an angry drunk who has been to jail for child abuse. Sure, Greg is angry. And barely ever sober. But he is OK. I guess. Well, he has broken most of the plates and vases in the house. He also locked me in my room for a day, but other than that he’s OK.

“Yeah”

“Good. Have a good day Nyla”

“Okay......” I quickly walked out the door and into the hallway. Rachel, Justin and Ryan were all waiting for me.

“What happened?” Rachel whispered harshly.

“He was just talking to me about my grades, geez guys. Chill”

“I have to edit the music video tonight so we’d better get going” Ryan said while picking up his backpack and camera case. I nodded and we all walked out of the building together.

Rachel forgot that her iPhone was with her sister Stacy, so she went to get it with Ryan. I walked to the bike rack to my baby blue bike and took the key for my bike lock out of my pocket. I fumbled with it for a second then got it unlocked. I tugged on my bike. Nothing happened. I pulled on it again and tried twisting it to get it out. I was about to kick my bike when Justin came over and helped me get it out. I looked over my shoulder when I saw a flicker of movement and saw a tall guy with brown hair and wide shoulders walking away, to the other bike rack. I looked back at Justin.

“Did you see that guy?” I asked while braiding my hair for the ride.

“Which guy?”

“The one with brown hair and wide shoulders”

“You are gonna have to be more specific”

“Oh, never mind” I grumbled. Justin put his hands up in mock surrender. I patted my braid to make sure it wasn’t too bumpy, then hopped onto my bike. I clipped on my helmet.

“Meet ya there!” I yelled to Justin as I rolled out of the parking lot.

Seven minutes later I stood next to my bike, finger combing my hair. Rachel was the make-up artist but was always mad when my hair was really tangled. She was also pretty upset when I got my pink highlights, but then learned to love them. I heard Ryan’s car before I saw it. Not because the car was noisey, but because the people in it were.

Half an hour later we were in the middle of filming the music video. We were on the train tracks in the woods. There is a gravel parking lot next to the tracks were Ryan’s car was parked and were Rachel’s makeup table was set up. I stood on the train tracks for a close up while Rachel put red lip gloss on me. Justin went and opened the trunk of Ryan’s car and got out two huge battery powered fans. Ryan set up the tripod on the train tracks like a pro and Justin and Rachel tested there fans. Rachel and Justin stood on both sides of the camera and pointed the fans at me while Ryan filmed and told my what to do. I lip synced and flipped my hair, making it look awesome as the fans blew it back. When we finished I was brushing my hair when I heard a twig snap.

“Justin? Is that you?” I walked into the woods to see if it was Justin. Since I couldn’t find Justin I turned around and started heading back to home base. Until I was stabbed in the back. Literally. I screamed and flailed around, which just made the needle dig into my back even more.

“Nyla! Where are you! Are you okay?” I heard Rachel yell through the forest.

“Rachel! I’m here! Help me!” I screamed back. I doubt she heard me.I started to crawl away but the person grabbed me and dragged my through the woods. The last thing I remember was digging my fingernails into the dirt, trying to hold on.

Ashley Sanders’s POV

I was walking out of school with Stacy, my “best friend”. Really, I just make her do stuff for me, but she doesn’t know that. She was complimenting my outfit.

“Ashley, your skirt is the cutest blue. It totally brings out your eyes. And that sweater vest is just adorable. It so does not clash with your headband, I don’t know what that girl was talking about. She wouldn’t know a cute headband if it hit her in the face.” Matching her girly tone I kept the conversation going.

“I know right, I mean, who wears red with pink? That is just fashion suicide”

Stacy twitched.

When we got outside I stopped.

“I was wondering if I could come over and do homework” I said to Stacy.

“Totally! Rachel is going out with some of her lame friends, she won’t be back for hours”

“Great! Let’s go before Brad can find me” We started walking to her house when her sister ran up to us with her boyfriend Ryan.

“What do you want?” Stacy sneered at Rachel. I taught her that.

“My phone”

“You said I could use it today”

“C’mon Stacy, just give me the phone” I pulled Stacy aside.

“Give her the phone, we had our fun, now let’s just watch the show” Stacy nodded.

“Here Rachel. Thank you for letting Stacy use it today” I said sweetly. Rachel took the phone and left.

On the way to Stacy’s house we stopped at mine.

“You go on without me. I’ll meet you there.”

 

“Okay! See ya later!” She walked away. I went inside and into the bathroom. I looked at my face in the mirror. Ugh, my hair was a mess and my mascara was clumpy. I took out my curling iron and fixed my curls. I have beautiful shoulder length chocolate brown hair with big, smooth curls. I replied my mascara and put my glasses back on. I fixed my skirt, adjusted my headband and walked out the door. While I was walking I couldn’t stop feeling like someone was watching me. I looked around while walking faster, hugging myself. It was chilly. I stopped under the tree in front of Stacy’s house. It hangs over the sidewalk. I looked around again. A leaf fell in front of my face, so I looked up to see a man in all black with a scarecrow mask on. I screamed and took off, running as fast as my really cute shoes would let me. The scarecrow man jumped out of the tree and landed on me. I hit the ground hard. I was stunned for a second, then I started flailing.

“Get off of me!” I screamed as loud as I could. He got off of me, then flipped me over.I started to sit up when he stabbed me in the arm with a needle I didn’t see before. I could feel tears running down my cheek it hurt so bad. I usually don’t cry, so I can say that was not one of my proudest moments. The last thing I remember is being picked up and thrown over the scarecrow man’s shoulder.

Echo Hill’s POV

I don’t fit in at school. I look different. I act different. I don’t fit in at home either. But, I do have three friends. Casey, the perky blonde with a One Direction obsession, Delilah, the chill girl a math obsession and Gwen, the girl who loves gossip. I arrive ten minutes late. I walk up to Casey’s door and knock, attempting to hold onto my stuff at the same time. Instead of Casey opening the door, her twin brother Tyler did.

“Hello Echo” he said without emotion.

“Tyler” I replied in the same tone. He stepped aside and pulled the door open. I walked past him and slipped off my black Converse. I walked into the living room, dumping my stuff on Casey’s head.

“What the heck?” She turns around.

“Hey, Casey” I grin at her.

“Echo!” I sit down next to Casey and face Delilah and Gwen.

“What are you guys talking about?”

A couple hours later we were eating popcorn and playing Truth or Dare. It was Gwen’s turn.

“Gwen, Truth or Dare?”Casey asked her.

“Truth”

“Who do you like?”

“Don’t tell anybody but, I have the biggest crush on Seth Night” She blushed the entire time she was talking.

“Seth Night? The friendless guy?” Casey whispers.

“He has friends! I’m his friend! He’s my lab partner” She giggles.

“Ugh, I don’t have a crush on anybody” I said to Gwen.

“Sure you don’t, Echo. Truth or Dare” Gwen asked me.

They all leaned towards me.

“Dare” I replied smugly. In all the years I have been having sleepovers with Casey, Gwen and Delilah, not one of us has said dare. They all looked at each other with a smile on their faces.

“Okay” Gwen grinned. I knew they had been planning this dare for a while.

“We dare you to walk around the block, in your bra”

I stood up.

“Good thing I wore a sports bra” I said while pulling my black tank top over my head.

Casey, Gwen and Delilah started laughing. I rolled my eyes and walked out of the living room. I was walking down the hallway when Tyler bumped into me. He was reading a book.

“Oh, sorry I-” He stopped mid sentence, realising that it was me. And because I was in my bra.

“Umm” He stuttered, trying to make the situation less awkward.

“The girls dared me to walk around the block in my bra” I explained nonchalantly. I have two brothers who walk in on me all the time.

He nodded and quickly walked up the stairs. I shrugged and slipped my shoes on before I walked out the door. I shivered a bit, I mean, I was wearing a sports bra and tiny running shorts. I walked onto the sidewalk and started jogging. A couple minutes later I gave up and just walked. Two guys who I am positive were drunk saw me.

“Hey baby, wanna have a drink?” The first guy slurred at me.

“Yeah, C’mon babe, have a drink” The second one said clearer, but he also stumbled a bit.

“Perverts” I muttered under my breath.

“What did you just call us?” The first guy asked, stopping in front of me.

“Perverts” I said without hesitation. The second guy grabbed my arm, so, I did what any other girl would do. I punched him in the face. Okay, so any other girl would probably scream, but like I said before, I don’t fit in. I’m different. Anyway, the second guy let go of my arm and the first guy swung at me. Since he was drunk I dodged his fist and punched him in the face. The second guy wrapped his arms around me, pinning my arms to my sides. I struggled for a bit, then leaned forward at full force, using my momentum to throw him of my back. He flew off my back and into the first guy. They hit the ground hard. I started to run away, but then decided to kick them a few times, then run. After I gave them a few good kicks I walked away. I walked a while longer. I could see Casey’s house when I saw a man walking down the sidewalk towards me. I thought he was just another guy so I kept walking. When he was a few feet away from me I saw his face. Or should I say his mask. He looked like a scarecrow. He let me take in his features t,hen he lunged at me. I jumped back and dodged the needle he tried to stab me with. I punched him in the face, running past him while he stumbled. I ran as fast as I could towards Casey’s house. I could hear him running behind me. I stopped and kicked him in the chest, using his momentum to harden the impact. I winced as the force of his chest connected with my foot. I spun around and kicked him in the face. I ran again, limping slightly. I was knocked down from behind. I tried to roll on top of him but he used my momentum to roll all the way around. Sitting on me he tried to stab me in the chest with the needle. I grabbed his wrist with both hands and fought. He added his other hand and pushed harder. I pulled his hand to the right and he rolled off of me. I stood up and started to run away, but he tripped me. I quickly rolled onto my back just in time for him to stab me in the stomach with the needle. I guess he was a bit mad I beat the crap out of him, because he drew a line across my stomach with the needle, which is not what needle are for. I didn’t scream or cry, I just closed my eyes. Waiting for the pain to stop. The last thing I remember is being dragged by my ankles down the sidewalk.

Twisted Circumstances

Michael’s POV

“I’ve been waiting on the sunset, bills on my mindset I can’t deny theyre getting high.

Higher than my income, incomes breadcrumbs, I’ve been trying to survive, the glow that the sun gives right around sunset, helps me realize, that this is just a journey, drop your worries, you are gonna turn out fine, oh, you’ll turn out fine, fine, oh, you’ll turn out fine.

But you gotta keep your head up, oh.

And you can let your hair down, eh.

You gotta keep your head up, oh.

And you can let  your hair down, eh. I know it’s hard, know it’s hard, to remember sometimes. But you gotta keep your head, oh. and you can let your hair down, eh eh eh eh.”

I woke up to the sound of a girl singing “Keep your head up” by Andy Grammer. I opened my eyes and looked around. It took a couple of seconds for my eyes to adjust, but when they did I saw the girl who was singing. She had really short and really spiky bright purple hair, and bright blue eyes. She was sitting cross legged against the concrete wall. Except the weird thing was, she was in tiny running shorts and her sports bra. I was face down, so I rolled onto my back. She stopped singing. My entire body ached. She just looked at me. I sat up and groaned.

“Hey” I said, but it came out strangled, so I try again.

“Hey, I’m Michael, what’s your name?” She just looked at me.

“Okay, I’ll just call you...” I said, pretending to think of a name.

“Echo”

“Echo” I repeat.

“Echo”

“Cool”

“I know” She grins. I chuckle and scoot next to her and lean against the wall.

“So, what high school do you go to?”

“James Madison High”

“Really? Me too” I smile, having someone from the the same school will be nice.

“I bet you five bucks they all go to JMH too” She said, gesturing to the four people lying on the floor in front of us.

“Ok”

“You’d better have five bucks on you because I don’t think we’ll be getting outta here any time soon” She sort of rambled while looking at the floor. I tried to lighten the mood.

“You’re a really good singer” It’s true.

“Really? Thanks.” She smiled a little. This is when I noticed the big red rip on her stomach.

“What happened?” I asked. It looked pretty new.

“What?” She looked at me and saw where I was looking.

“Oh, I was in a fight and got cut” I decided that I wouldn’t push it.

We both looked at the small blonde boy who rolled over, waiting for him to wake up.

Seth’s POV

I rolled over on the hard floor. I reached up to scratch my face when pain shot through my arm. I winced and sat up. Looking around, it all came back in a rush. My midnight stroll on the river, the scarecrow man, his gargantuan needle. I used my other hand to run my fingers through my hair. I jumped when I heard a guy ask me:

“Are you okay?” I looked behind me to see a big guy with wide shoulders and brown hair, sitting against a wall next to a girl with spiky purple hair.

“Um, I uh, well” I didn’t know what to say. I looked down at my arm. My gray sweatshirt was ripped and so was my sleeve. I didn’t want to look but I pulled the shredded shirt back and gave a sigh of relief. There was no cut, just a bandaid where I was poked with the needle. I looked back the big guy and said:

“I’m fine” I stood up and stumbled over to them. Sitting in front of them I introduced myself.

“My name is Seth Night”

“My name is Michael” The big guy said. He looked at the girl with purple hair, waiting for her to say her name. She just looked back at him. The staring contest went on for a couple more seconds but then purple haired girl looked away.

“I’m Echo” she mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest and sliding down the wall a little bit.

I nodded and tested my arm by swinging it. My shoulder was fine, but my forearm was throbbing with the motion. I winced and stopped swinging it. I looked behind me and saw two girls laying on the floor. One was blonde and one was brunette.

“Who are they?” I asked Michael, because I had the feeling Echo wouldn’t talk to me.

“We don’t know” I noticed he was speaking for both of them.

“Do you guys know each other?” Michael seemed to know that Echo didn’t like talking to people much.

“No, we just met” Michael said slowly.

Echo just nodded.

I stood up and walked over to the brunette. She had a dark blue headband and black glasses. I brushed some of her curls out of her face. I heard singing and turned around. Echo had started singing “Keep you head up” by Andy Grammer at the second verse.

Zack’s POV

“Got my hands in my pockets, kickin these rocks, it’s kinda hard to watch this life go by.

Buying in the skeptics, skeptics mess with the confidence in my eyes. Seeing all the angles, start to get tangled, I start to compromise, my life and my purpose, is it all worth it, am I gonna turn out fine, oh, you’ll turn out fine, fine, oh, you’ll turn out fine.

But you gotta keep your head up, oh.

And you can let your hair down, eh.

You gotta keep your head up, oh.

And you can let  your hair down, eh. I know it’s hard, know it’s hard, to remember sometimes. But you gotta keep your head, oh. and you can let your hair down, eh eh eh eh.”

I sat up, rubbing my sore arm. I looked around. I was sitting in a room made completely out of concrete. There was nothing on the walls and nothing on the floor. Just gray concrete. I could still hear the singing.

I was leaning against a wall, but my back was to the singing. I looked to my left and saw the wall stopped. I scooted over to the opening. I looked through it. I saw the girl who was singing. She had short, spiky, bright purple hair and a boy with brown hair who was easily 6’3”. Across the floor was a small blonde boy leaning over a curly haired brunette. He was stroking her hair. I used the wall to stand up. When I did,0000000/ the singing stopped.

“Who’s there?” A masculine voice asked. I walked out.

“My name is Zack.” I wobbled a bit so I sat down across from the blonde boy. The tall guy was the one who had spoken.

“Well, I’m Michael, that’s Seth.” He said pointing to the small blonde. He looked at the girl. She muttered something under her breath.

Finally she said: “Echo.”

“Echo?” I asked. Because Tyler used to talk about one of his sister's friends and her name was Echo. He talked about how scary she was. I looked at the two girls lying on the floor.

I looked back at Echo and she was whispering to Michael. He grinned and looked at Seth.

“Hey Seth, I was wondering... What high school do you go too?” He grinned.

“Uh, JMH. I mean, James Madison High” He said, not looking away from the girl. Michael’s face fell as he looked at me.

“Me too,” I said with a shrug. Echo put her hand out.

“We still have to see if they go to JMH too!” He exclaimed. She smiled and shrugged.

“What?” I asked.

“Echo bet me five bucks that everyone goes to JMH,” he said while sliding down the wall.

Echo just chuckled. So did I. Even though I was freaking terrified.

Ashley's POV

I could feel someone stroking my face. It was calming. I moved my face closer to the hand. It stopped. I frowned and nuzzled it, trying to telling it to start stroking again. It slowly started stroking again. I fluttered my eyelids it an attempt to open them. I heard someone above me inhale. Loudly.

"I think she's waking up." a boy with a cute voice said. Happily I might add. I opened my eyes and I see a face. A beautiful, kind, face with brown eyes. And shaggy blonde hair. Then, I remembered what happened to me. My eyes went blurry with tears and my throat swelled with sadness and fear.

"Shh, shh... It's okay, it's okay. You're safe now... I think." He mumbled the last part. I breathed heavily. He helped me sit up and rubbed my back.

"My name is Seth, what is your name?" I cough and look around. "Hey, Look at me. Look at me. Good, now slowly. what is your name?" I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I tried again.

"Ashley." I coughed out.

"Ashley, That's a great name." He smiled at me. I smiled back. I scooted back and held myself up. I looked around. A couple feet next to me a blonde girl with pink highlights was laying on the floor. To my left a boy in an orange shirt with brown hair was sitting against a wall next to a girl in her bra (well, sports bra). She had spiky purple hair. In front of them, a boy with longer, darker, brown hair was sitting in front of them. They were all looking at me.

"What?" I snapped while taking my glasses off to wipe the tears out of my eyes. I put them back on and looked at Seth.

"Where are we? What are we doing here?" I quizzed him.

"Your guess is as good as mine." He answered sadly. I crossed my legs and pulled my skirt down. I looked at the two boys and the freaky girl.

"What are your names." I demanded.

"Zack" The boy with dark brown hair siad.

"Michael" The orange one said slowly. The freaky one just sat there, staring at me.

"If you don't answer me I'll just call you Freak." I said to her. She kept staring for a minute, then gave in.

"Echo" She practically growled at me. What was her problem? Anger issus anyone? I stand up and look around. The walls, floor and ceiling were made of concrete. There was a doorless door way a couple feet away. I walked to it and poked my head inside.

"There"s nothing in there." Zack said, walking up behind me. 

"How do you know?" I snapped at him. If you can't tell by now, I have the patience of a toothpick.

"He woke up in there" I spun around. Freak is the one who spoke. Everyone looked shocked. I glared at her and walked in anyways. It was a small room, it looked exactly the same as the bigger one. All made of concrete. I looked at the ceiling. A sqaure hole was right above my head. I smiled. Stupid Freak, if I want to find something, I find something. Since the only person here I liked was Seth, I called him.

"Seth." I said in a sing song voice.

"Yeah?" he said, poking his head through the door way.

"Look what I found." I stepped back a little. He walked in and looked up.

"Woah, Guys, you should see this" Everyone except the blonde girl came into the room.

"Interesting." Zack said, standing on his toes to see inside better. I looked at Freak smugly. She didn't even look at me. I looked back at the hole.

"I wonder if it leads anywhere?" I questioned out loud. Michael shook his head.

"No, no way. No one is going into that hole. We have to stick together." He said with force. I noticed he stepped a little closer to Freak. He was thinking the same thing I was. 

"If we have someone inside, they can try and find a way out. I think Fre-, err, Echo should be the crawler because she's the smallest." I looked at Seth and Zack. They both nodded. 

"We should wait for the other girl to wake up." He said quickly. I knew he was stalling.

"Fine." I huffed. We all walked back into the big room and sat down. 

"Someone should be with her when she wakes up. I know it helped me" I instruct. Zack gets up and moves over to her. I smile and settle next to Seth. I act happy, but really, I want to scream.

Nyla's POV

I was in the forest running for my life. I didn't know why I was running, but I knew if I slowed down I would be in big trouble. I looked behind me and saw Mr. James. He was running after me saying:

"Wake up! Wake up! Ugh, just wake up already!" But he had a female voice. 

I wake up with a start as I realise that I’m laying on concrete and not my bed. I sit up and clutch my head as it explodes with pain. I look around and see a boy about my age sitting in front of me. He looks at me for a while before looking at the people behind him.

“She goes to JMH.” He says slowly. I look at him.

“What?” I ask. Why did my highschool matter?

"I said, you go to JMH." I just look at the boy infront of me.. Then I hear a groan. I look behind him and see a boy in a orange shirt with large shoulders and brown hair. I look at him then jump to my feet, pointing at him.

"You!" I yell. He looks at me with a weird look on his face. I walk over to him and kneel down in front of hiim.

"At school, I was about to murder my bike and I heard you behind me. So I looked and it was you walking away."

"Right... Oh, yeah. You're that girl with the blue bike." He kinda shrugs it off and looks at the girl next to him. She has bright purple hair the sticks up everywere. She smiles a evil little smile at puts her hand out towards him, like she's telling him to give her something. He sigh/groans and digs around in his pockets. He pulls in insides out and looks at her.

"Sorry, I'm broke." She just glares at him. 

 

 

 

 

 

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 27.03.2013

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I dedicate this to the author of the Twilght and Saw 2 cross over fanfiction on www.fanfiction.net. I don't remember her name. This is not a fanfiction of any kind (I think :p). I hope you like it. I also can't think of a good title right now so it is yay.... which is what it's called on my Google Docs.