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Character thoughts

Chapter 1

Flashes. She could see them, in front of her eyes. One after the other, each one like a punch to her gut; The building, the surgical table, the syringe, the doctor, the boy, the screams, the pain, and blood. All of it hit her in one staggering rush and her eyes strained to open. Screaming. It was still there. It wouldn't stop. She could hear voices around her talking but they didn't make sense. The screams were louder than ever echoing over and over again in her ears. She could still feel the blood on her, heavy, sticky and thick coating her forehead and abdomen. Trying desperately to open her eyes, to see who was screaming, she began to tune into the voices.

"This chick is nuts!"

"Why don't we just finish her off?"

"She's not gonna last much longer anyway. C'mon, lets just-"

"No. Not yet."

Her eyes finally opened and the outlines of four boys became clear. Three were blonde and one was brunette. They all had the same biker look to them.

She scrambled away from them, noting the fact that she'd apparently fallen down in the sand before. It then began to register that she was the one screaming. She stopped and the blonde with the wild hair and fishnet shirt looked relieved.

"It's about time!" he exclaimed.

The girl continued to back away, while also trying to focus on getting herself into a standing position. She was alone, on a deserted beach, God knows where with four biker guys who were all looking at her like she the main course on a menu.

"Who are you?" She demanded in a shaky voice.

They didn't answer. They just continued to look at her expectantly.

She had managed to haul herself off the sand. As soon as she was upright the boys had formed a circle around her, keeping her from running off.

Now painfully aware of all of the deep gashes in her body, she moaned slightly and tried to stay conscience. Passing out now would not be a good idea. Determined to get away from these boys, despite their attempts to keep her here, she took a shaky step forward, only to plummet back towards the direction of the ground. The brunette reacted and caught her loosely around the waist. Not having the energy to thank him, she tried to move out of his arms, but his grip tightened and he held her there. The oldest looking boy, blonde with a mullet, stepped forward and regarded her with cold impassive eyes. She couldn't help but shiver and the boy smirked. He reached forward and gently ran his gloved hand over the blood-covered side of her face.

"What's your name?" He asked her in a chilling voice, his hand still resting on her cheek.

She smacked it away and sneered at him.

"Don't touch me!"

He laughed along with the other two blondes, while the boy restraining her pinned her arms behind her back.

"What's your name?" he asked again.

Her eyes flicked between the ones she could see. She tried to keep calm. They didn't know her, what she was capable of. She would protect herself if she had too. Coming to a decision, she took the brunettes left arm and pulled it away from her. Surprisingly, he let her. She flipped it over and studied the skin of his forearm. Nothing. She let go of his arm and it went back to restraining her.

"I want to see your left forearms." She said. Her voice was shaky, and she knew that she was going to pass out soon. The blonde with the mullet raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?"

"You want my name? Show me your left forearms." She repeated

They all stared at her for a few seconds before they each rolled up their left sleeve and showed her the unmarked skin of their arms. They were clean. She sighed in relief. At least they weren't with them. So it could have been worse.

"Your name?" mullet asked for the third time.

Black began to cloud her vision. She couldn't fight anymore. Slumping in the brunettes arms, she vaugly remembered answering before falling unconscious.

"Hayley."