Caution, dear reader

Don't Anger A Person With Metal Teeth, They'll Bite Back In The End

Before we start our next story and introduce the next person, we must first go back a year in time to establish someone else. They have appeared in both stories so far, and will be in the following one. Her story will help you, the dear reader, to understand the next one, and her connection to the others. 
I must warn you, my dear reader, that this story may be more graphic than the other two, just by the nature of this person. This is my final warning. Proceed, and you may come across details that you wish you hadn’t, and you will be unable to forget them. 

“It’s not fair!” The female screamed, throwing the chair across the room. The chair slammed against the wall and broke in half, knocking down several picture frames depicting the female and another girl. 
This only angered the female even more. Stomping over, she picked up one of the pictures and stared at it, her hand shaking violently. 
The picture showed two girls around the age of fifteen, both smiling happily at the camera with a concert stage behind them. 
“It wasn’t her fault!” She yelled and threw the picture against the wall, denting the wall and breaking the frame. 
The female paced around her room, breathing heavily, her heart racing dangerously fast. 
What had happened that caused her to be this upset? Well, the answer was simple but raised more questions. Her sister, and the only one she would consider a friend, had been arrested for attacking a classmate of thiers. But why? What caused her to do that?
She did not know the answers for that. Staying inside wasn’t helping her, she had to get out, she had to leave..
Grabbing her school bag, the female dumped all of her belongings onto the floor, stuffing the bag full of clothes, different items she would need, and several weapons, including two hatchets. 
Before leaving her room, she grabbed a grey mask, a set of black goggles, and a pink case with something metallic inside. Trying to be as quiet as possible, the female snuck through the dark house and into her parents room. The two of them were sound asleep, acting as if nothing had happened. 
The female went over to their dresser, stealing every bit of cash she could find. Could she have taken their credit and debit cards? Yes, but they would be able to track those and find her, which she didn’t want to have happen. 
Once she had everything she could find, the female snuck down the stairs and out the back door. 
“Never go back,” she told herself, putting on the mask and goggles. 
The light of the moon illuminated the path in front of her through gaps in the tree branches as she walked through the forest. 
The female walked all through the night and well into the day before adrenaline ran out and exhaustion caught up with her. Panting softly, the female sat on a rock next to a creek, staring at her distorted reflection in the running water. 
The forest was strangely quiet, the only sound coming from the creek. There were no birds chirping, no bugs scurrying through the undergrowth, and no larger animals breaking twigs for brushing against plants as they walked. 
At first, the female didn’t pick up on the lack of sound, until she heard distant footsteps coming from behind her. 
Within a split second, the female was on her feet, hatchet in hand, arm raised to block the attack. The tip of a knife hovered a few inches from her face, the metal stained with dry blood. 
“You sure are strong for a female,” a male chuckled, trying to press the knife lower but with no such luck. “So what’s a girl like you doing this far in the forest?” He asked, an unwavering grin meeting the female. 
She didn’t answer and pushed back with her hatchet, grabbing a second one and slamming the flat side of the blade into his side. 
As the male stumbled back a step, she twisted the hatchet in her left hand, causing the knife to go flying away and landing in the creek. Before the male even had a chance to catch his breath, she spun around and kicked him in the chest, knocking him to the ground. She took both hatchets and swung down, slicing open his sides and pinning him to the ground. 
“Say another word,” she growled and leaned close to him, “and I will not hesitate to-”
The male slashed at her with a second knife, slicing open her neck. 
The female stood and grabbed at her neck, choking on the red blood that poured out of the wound and down her neck. She started stumbling backwards and tripped over a rock, landing in the creek. 
The back of her head slammed into a large rock, creating a cracking sound. 
The male got up and limped off deeper into the forest. 
The female laid in the water, water rushing over the gash in her neck, blood also coming out of an opening on the back of her head. 
Slowly, ever so slowly, her vision started going dim and black. 
I can’t.. Die here.. She thought to herself, trying to gather any strength she had to get up. I have.. To get her out…
Her vision was filled with a flash of red before nothing but darkness.