The Beginning.

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'As I bolted through the street I suddenly heard the footsteps of my captors. I turned and-' Suddenly a soft tapping on your window suddenly jumped you out of your thoughts. Your (e/c) eyes quickly looked up to the said windows. You placed your laptop back onto your (f/c) bed and went to the window. You looked out and saw the branch of a tree taping lightly on the window, creating the earlier mentioned sounds. You sighed, and placed a gloved hand to your face, rubbing the slight writing daze out of them, the leather being a soothing feeling to your tired face.

You looked to the nearby mirror and gave your outfit a quick glance over. You wore a finger less glove on one of your hands, the other hand having nothing to cover it's (s/c) fingers and little bit of hand that showed out from under the hoodie you wore. Your black combat boots had a slight bit of scuff on them but that wasn't your fault...

**Flash Back!!**

You were slammed against the school brick building, causing an ache to sharply build against the bottom of your back. Your newest bully, Alexander, smirked at your short gasp of pain. You sneered at him, refusing to give him the pleasure of seeing you in pain, or any other type of pain. "Hmph.. Seems like the emo freak seems to not want to her admit to being weak. We'll see about that. He dropped you and you fell to the ground, again on your back. Against your will, you were splayed onto the ground for all of their eyes to see your 'weakness'. Suddenly, sharp bouts of pain were delivered into your body, causing you to gasp and curl into a ball..

**end flashback**

You shuddered at the memory, causing your (h/c) to slightly move because of your movements. Your (e/c) irises drifted upwards from your shoes to your black skinny jean clad legs and thighs. You had always worn the same kind of jeans, but since your mother and father were workaholics, they never rarely saw you. You took in a breathe, remembering how many times you had been picked on for having the same type of jeans on all the time. Your eyes went upwards, seeing your Black Veil Bride hoodie on.

As soon as your eyes were done with your outfit, you then looked outside. Your parents had good jobs, some might even call your parents rich. But you had never wanted to be one of those kinds of people. You always had favored louder music, and the color black. Not to say you were goth, unlike all those damn bullies at school who said that you were, you just weren't that type of person to be all over different colors. You went back over to your dresser, to select some pajamas for tonight. You grabbed a pair of batman pajama bottoms, and an old My Chemical Romance tee. You changed quickly, and slipped back onto your bed, grabbing your laptop and laying against your pillows.

You saw a new video of one of the BvB's Warped tour. You clicked on it, mildly interested, and gave a small smirk. You saw that they were in (city on the tour near your home town). You watched them preform, I am Bulletproof, Fallen Angels, and Knives and Pens. After finishing the video, you closed your laptop and heard your phone vibrate against the desk aside your bed you kept it upon. You looked over, and saw that you had a new text from your best friend, Lee. (sorry ;~; I just thought I'd add mehself.. You can use someone else if ya want.)

She had said, "Hey! I just got back from Warped Tour for now! Gosh.. They were awesome! But anyways, My house is too far.. Could I stay the weekend with ya?" You rolled your eyes at this, knowing that whenever she slept over, you wouldn't be able to get any sleep whatsoever. You shrugged and gave a small smile after merely replying. "Yeah. Just come in when you get here.. My mom and dad aren't home." You then placed your phone down and walked out of your room into the hard wooden floor and looked down the hallway in the direction of your parents room. You rolled your eyes and walked downstairs, hearing the soft click of your door.

You looked to the doorway and saw Lee, holding her phone and ear buds. She looked to you, her blue and gray eyes looking over your batman and Mcr clad body, and giving a silent smirk. "Didn't wake ya, did I?" she asked, her black converse making barely a sound as she walked in your direction. "No, but I hope you brought something to wear to sleep tonight?" You asked. Her similar outfit, except for her wearing a batman tank where you wore your hoodie. She shrugged, and you dramatically face palmed, then rolled your eyes and walked upstairs with Lee in tow.

You both ceremoniously landed on your bed and giggled. You loved it whenever Lee came over, she took away your bored feeling along with your loneliness. She pulled out her phone after hearing it give off a loud beep. You glanced over to where she sat, and then pulled out your laptop, after hearing the same beep from your laptop as from her phone. You both looked to each other with indifferent expressions. "Probably an Amber Alert." Lee stated, and you nodded and shrugged. You turned to your laptop opened the screen as Lee unlocked her phone to look at the Alert. The message on both of your electronics read,

'WARNING!! A NEW DISEASE HAS BEGUN TO SPREAD. IT CAUSES DEADLY SYMPTOMS AND FAIRLY DANGEROUS PATIENTS ONCE IT HAS BEEN INFECTED INTO ONES BODY. PLEASE SHUT AND LOCK ALL DOORS. THIS WARNING IS NOT TO BE TAKEN LIGHTLY. DO AS THE FOLLOWING STEPS COMMAND FOR YOU TO DO.

1.) SHUT AND LOCK ALL DOORS. BLOCK ALL WINDOWS.

2.) ARM YOURSELF. ANYONE SHOWING UNUSUAL SYMPTOMS IS NOT TO BE TRUSTED IN NO CASE WHATSOEVER.

3.) BE ON THE LOOKOUT. THE DISEASE HAS BEEN ESTIMATED TO HAVE ALREADY INFECTED CLOSE TO TEN THOUSAND PEOPLE IN THE UNITED STATES.'


You both looked to each other in shock, and grimaced. Both of you stayed silent for a time, until Lee broke the silence. "Is this for fucking real?!" Lee shrieked. You looked to her with wide eyes. You shrugged, hoping it was all a joke, or maybe a test run. But then your eyes went wide. "Erm... Lee? Did you lock the front door after you??" You said, turning to your best friend with eyes wide and hopeful for the better situations. "...SHIT!"


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