A/N: Okay... I'm back. I'm really sorry, it's been just over a year... and I've been writing, but I've had major writers block and the craziest busiest year possible (#16YearOldHighSchoolStudent). I've decided to start from the beginning and edit as well as update each chapter, hoping to make them make more sense and have a more consistent writing style. I think I started to confuse myself, but I hope to get back on track and start updating again. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the slightly refreshed prologue, chapter one will be refreshed soon hopefully :) 3

-UPDATED 27/10/16-

Prologue:

The ivory blood tasted metallic on my cracked lips. My eye was throbbing with the pulse of my heart, sending an electronic pain through my face. I felt a hot red flush sweep across my heavily bruised skin reaching up my neck and covering my face. My body protested as I tried to move from the unstable position I was sprawled in. I could feel the trickle of freshly drawn blood run down my raw leg. The drumming in my ears settled down enough for me to once again become aware of my surroundings. I could hear the faint sound of a voice. Female?

Not female. I opened my eyes and heard a deep, male voice counting "Four... three..." just then, I remembered. I struggled against the being that was holding me down. Peter.

"Two..." The voice I recognized as my instructor, Four continued the count down.

I pushed against Peter's larger body, thrashing my arms in a belated attempt to get out from under his grip and the restriction of his weight, using the last ounce of strength I barely knew I had. I managed to get a half decent blow to the left side of Peter's jaw, causing him to stop momentarily and give me the time knee him in the shin. He yelped in surprised pain, and I realized the tips Four gave me to use my arms and legs had come to good use. My size was something I could use to my advantage.

Peter recomposed himself and turned to me with a look of hatred in his eyes. His fist came down again, this time he hit me hard in the head. The edge of my vision started to blur and fill with black spots. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see hazily Christina sprinting to my side, shouting something to the person behind her, her mouth moving but no sound coming out. A high pitched ringing chimed through my ears and a knife was embedded in my skull. That was the last thing I remember before I lost all my senses and blacked out.

I woke to the sound of an steady and sharp, rounded beep. Beep. Beep. Chalk white surrounded me. I took a better look at my surroundings; from what I could see, I was in the infirmary.

I lifted my head, starting to get up when a searing hot pain shot through my skull, causing me to quickly lie back down in my plush narrow bed.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I looked to my right and noticed there was a boy occupying the chair there. He was big and burly, he looked tough, but you could see a softness in his eyes.

I looked him in the eye as best as I could, my body protesting with the movement. I must have been laid in this bed some time. Finally facing the boy, I cautiously asked, "Who are you?"

A/N: I hope you indeed found this more refreshing than the 14 year old me's version... and if you have any tips, recommendations, requests, or just want to comment on my writing or story at any point, please feel free to leave a review (No, I'm not one of those beggar authors) 3

~Pom