I kept screaming as I was driven away in black van as dark as the outdoors. I barely noticed when a stranger came from the shadows and touched his scar to my forehead. Then my mind went as black as the van.
I woke up in a jail cell with a girl a little older than me say in the corner. She looked about fifteen and looked disconnected from the place she was really in.
"Hello?" I said to the girl wondering if she would even hear me.
"Uh.." She said as she clutched her stomach and her face plunged into a painful look. I crouched over to her as I noticed my wrist still hurt. I looked at my blue scar and it was still there but bits of it were red. It was like it were becoming corrupted.
