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The Rescue

Chapter One - The Rescue

I sat alone beside the dumpster, in the dark alley. Where is she? I wondered. I was crying in little breathy sobs, trying to quiet myself so no one hears. Where is Lianna? Footsteps echoed up and down the alley. I shrank back, and slid behind the dumpster. Yuck! Why didn't anyone clean back there? I dunno. Maybe to kill me. It was a fudging safety violation! And, why would there people coming down through here? It was almost midnight; the people should be long gone now.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" a man's voice sang out. Tears streaked down my face as I tried to slow my breathing. My finger nails dug into my palm. Goodness gracious, let me fly away! On a flying pig, because everyone wants to see a pig fly...

"Where are you, little girl?" The man asked. He crept steadily forward. He was just passing me, when a spider dropped onto my knee. I was, am, and always will be terrified of spiders. It's a fact. With a squeal, I brushed it off. He glanced toward the noise and caught sight of me. He was wearing blue jeans, and a black leather jacket. He had ... Yellow eyes?! He smiled evilly, and reached for my arm. I scooted farther back, toward the other open end of the dumpster. As soon as I got close enough to it, I sprang out and started to run. Two other men were there waiting for me, however. Just my luck... I started to stop, but my momentum carried me forward. The two men grabbed my wrists and yanked me forward.

"S-stop!" I gasped as I fell to my knees. They ignored me, and kept pulling me toward a huge black van that had just pulled up. The ground scraped my knees, and blood seeped out from my skin. Yuck, just yuck. Suddenly, the man to my right glanced up and his eyes widened. Maybe a giant flying pig has come to save me! I thought. Don't judge me. Flying pigs are so cool. Not as cool as flying potatoes, granted, but still pretty cool.

"Hurry Jackson, throw her in and I'll make sure this nuisance is only that," He said. The man supposedly named Jackson lifted me up into his arms. I thrashed, struggling to get away, but I only managed to annoy him. That's when a figure fell down from the sky, and landed with a thunk on the van.

"Let her go, and no one gets hurt!" He yelled with a smile. He was dressed in all black as well, with a white band around his arm. He had the bluest eyes I've ever seen, and his teeth were all white, like if you looked a them under the sunlight, you'd go blind from the sun's reflection.

"Why the hell would we let you have her? We're under orders to retrieve her," Jackson replied forcefully. I mentally 'Oooh-ed' when he used his profanity.

"Your boss isn't getting anything right now. Back off!" Blue-eyes said, smiling like this was all a big joke. It seems I was wrong about the flying pig. This was a flying BOY. I'd still prefer the pig.

"Wh--"Jackson started to say when an arrow sank into his chest, the arrow coming out the front, almost touching me. The man froze before groaning slightly and I fell with Jackson as he sank down onto his. Blue-eyes raced off the van toward me and with lightning speed, he pulled me away from the dying man. Arrows rained down, sinking their points into everyone but me, and blue-eyes.

"Are you okay?" Blue-eyes asked me. Up close he looked about ... thirteen maybe? I nodded despite being freaked out. He carried me a little ways from the area, and set me down. Taking a cloth and bottle out of his pocket, he asked a simple question.

"Do you trust me?" He asked. No. Hello! I just met you. I thought. I shook my head fiercely, and he gave me a flat look. "I just saved your life."

"And you also just forgot to say hi," I muttered.

"Fine, hi."

"It's--" He placed the cloth on my mouth and I glared at him harshly. The bottle sat open beside him. I should've seen this coming. I sank into the welcoming darkness, trying not to dream about bright blue-eyes.

***

Now for the present, just getting you caught up.

I wake up, and crack my eyes open. A light overwhelms my sense of sight and so I hastily squeeze my eyes shut. The light flickered off and I hesitantly open my eyes.

"Good morning!" says a familiar voice. I blinked trying to see who was talking. It was none other than Mr. Blue-eyes himself. Great...

"Where am I?" I demand, trying to sit up.

"Hey, no, don't sit up! We're just at HQ. Not gonna hurt you!" He says, pushing me down. He has a cute round face, and brown hair. His eyes look more gray-blue now. He's wearing a Captain America beanie and a plain blue t-shirt. ...And a blue jacket with blue jeans. He must like blue. A lot. Oh my goodness! He's a human crayon! Awesome!

"When can I leave?" I ask, thinking about how my friend Lianna will freak if I don't come back. We live in a huge warehouse that survived the bombings. It has nothing in it but ruined planes, except for some mattresses, along with a few dusty books in the corner with our stuff, and a refrigerator. No, it didn't work. And no, we didn't have any lights. Power-plants were bombed. So we only really ate foods that didn't need to be kept cold. The books we had were Divergent, Marked, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, and Tom Sawyer. We've read them so many times, we could quote them. Probably. Maybe. Anyways, the reason I was behind that dumpster in the first place was to collect food. Sure, it sounds nasty, but whatever. We raided a bakery, where a little boy and his mother lived, a little while back but the bread didn't last long. Out here, it was survival, then comfort. There was no, 'Hey, let's start an open fire to cook this'... If we started a fire, people would flock to it. So nope. No fires, or lights, or any signs you're there. It's like living a ninja life. Fun, and hard. I don't recommend it.

"Hello? Are you okay?" he asks, looking at me funny. I raise an eyebrow, and he bursts out laughing.

"What?" I ask, completely bewildered. Was this normal? Did this kid suffer brain damage?

"I just told you everything, and you heard none of it?!" I shake my head, and he laughs even harder. I reach out and smack his arm.

"What's your name?" I ask him. I guess I did space out, but that's no reason to laugh. Goodness gracious.

"William Bates. Will for short. And you are?" he asks, although I'm fairly sure he already knows my name...

"Kilee Anderson. But you already knew that. Listen, I really appreciate how nice you're being, but I should get going now. Laterz," I say and swing my legs over the... bed? I was in a bed? As soon as I'm on my feet, I fall down. I feel like a bloated Jelly-fish... Can jelly-fish get bloated? Will rushes to me, and lays me back down.

"You're gonna hurt yourself, Kilee," He moves back to the side, to his chair. It's a brown chair with a soft-looking cushion. I'll have to see if it's really soft at some point. This bed is also soft... like my bed at Hill Aircraft. I would love to be back in my bed. Then, I'd make Lianna read to me again! Cue the evil laugh! Wait. Lianna. I had to get out of here!

"No! I have to leave; someone is waiting for me!" I interrupt whatever he's saying, and start to sit up again. But the next words that leave his mouth make me freeze.

"She's here, already. Lianna is sleeping in a different room." He says, and pushes my shoulders back again. I frown at him. I didn't like being pushed. Who does, anyway? But who cares? Not me. I close my eyes, blocking out whatever nonsense he's saying and the world goes dark.