Coming Home

I'm Nice!

Weeks, months, and finally a year went by. A new arrival came to there station. She was around the age of sixteen or seventeen, she had longish brown hair with pretty waves in it. When Reko heard, he feared she would have the same initiation as Fleek. But instead him and Fleek had to go and collect her. He stood by his side, for help if things got out of control.

Which they did and fast. The girl, Quinn, told the person she had brought with to run for it when she found out it was a trap. He was gone in a blink of an eye, but Quinn put up a fight. Reko almost screamed when he felt the cool blade sink  right into his caff. Fleek was screaming for help but he wasn't listening. Blood roared in his ears again as he crawled under the van. He just needed a break, maybe the car would run him over and end all his misery for once in his life. But no, Fleek had gotten Quinn in the van and now he pulled him out. Hard. Throwing him in back with her. He almost fell on her and heard her growl, which made him scoot at far away as possible. He slowly pulled the knife from his leg and put it in his pocket.

Why did everyone hate me, I didn't even get a first chance with this girl. She was smart with her mouth, "You two are probably lowlifes with nothing better to do" Neither replied. "And you are obviously both stupid. Because you had to kidnap ME to figure out YOUR computer." Why did she have to be so mean... "Wow." She looked at me "I never knew evil came at such a young age." That one hurt, and Fleek knew it and snapped at her "Shut up, will you?!" He retorted.

No way would she though. She never quit. Picking on me and Fleek. I knew she was doing this in hopes that we would get annoyed and let her go, but that would cost all of us our lives. Finally we got to the house and Fleek brought her inside. I didn't want to move, but I didn't want to get shot. So eventually I got out and winced. I went inside and found out they were keeping her in a closet.

Despite my injury, I didn't care, I fixed up the basement, cleaning blankets and the mattress and pillow cases. I cleaned up the whole room and made it into a slightly nice living quarters. Better than a closet anyways. I went and got her, leading her downstairs and taking off her blindfold and handcuffs slowly.

Bad idea. Her fist hit the side of my head faster than I had time to react to. She was such a mean person so far. I laid on the floor and let my head throb. Maybe she could just kill me and leave, I wouldn't mind.. "Why did you take me here." She muttered. I coughed and sat up a little "because I've slept in that closet before... and I know it gets uncomfortable..." I mumbled quietly. Quinn frowned, "No. I meant HERE. Like on general?"

My turn to frown, "I thought you knew. Because we are stupid and don't know how to work computers." That got her quiet. I got up slowly and limped out quietly, wanting to go to my room. Which seemed like a fine idea, until a totally pissed Fleek entered after me. "What were you doing?!"

Being me, I was startled. "I was hurting and so I crawled under the van and-" he cut me off there "You were supposed to help!!" I shrunk more "I'm s-sorry." Of course Fleek didn't care, he slammed me into the wall and beat the crap out of me. He took his anger out of me, I didn't fight back, because I wasn't strong enough.

Finally he panted heavily, he was holding me up, my head dangled slightly, trying to stay conscious. He stared at me, as if he was trying to think of something to say to me. I didn't care though, I hurt all over, but I hurt more when I hit the ground. I hadn't excepted him to drop me like that. But again I didn't know what to expect at this point. So I laid there quietly, not in the mood for moving.