A day in the life of Beckett Sandoval(Hiatus)

Chapter One: The Present

   So long ago that day had been. So long ago that the one person I held close to me disappeared. Wrapping my pale lavender scarf tighter around my neck I tried to hide the nasty scar.  Sighing I ran a hand through my spiky orange hair, over the years I seemed to like it flamboyant instead of sickly brown. My skin tone was a shade darker than pale and my frame is still quite petite. Plucking at the strings that were unravelling my trenchcoat I finally found the courage to move into the town below my current location. The lights were on illuminating the night as the busy city lit up all over. The gleaming buildings turning golden. Keeping my eyes to the ground I made my way down the busy sidewalk hoping not to run into anyone who might want to try and kill me.

   I walked inside a small cafe and sat down in a corner table waiting for someone to whip out a gun or knife. Ever since that day I've been very reserved and careful, ever since. "Hi there! May I take your order?"A perky voice sliced through my thoughts. Jerking to attention I looked at the person who had come over here. Bleached blonde hair tied up into a ponytail, grey eyes hidden behind a massive amount of mascara and eyeshadow. The waitress looked about seventeen or eighteen at most with her flawless and soft looking skin. Her uniform was something similar to a french maid outfit and under her arm was a silver platter. In my mind she was someone to watch, yep instantly on my radar. "J-just a Mocha Latte."I stuttered and shakily handed her the menu. She nodded dimly and quickly turned on her heels to go and fill the order.

"Should we move in yet?"

"Just wait a bit longer."

"What a drag, let's just get this over with i'm bored..."

"I still can't believe she survived."

"She's a toughie alright."

   Three figures hid in the shadows, watching their target's every twitchy move. They all snickered once more as their target jumped at the waitress setting the drink down. "Why don't we just play with her for a little bit."Monte grinned and stood to his full towering height. Behind him Villiers, Spence, Jaz, and Keigo stood. Two out of three grinned at his statement and Monte glared at Spence. "What's the matter? You regrettin what you did to the darlin?"He sneered. Spence just shook his head and stared straight ahead, emotionless. Monte turned back around and began to strut forward, "Come."He ordered tersely.

   I had just finished my drink and set the money down as payment. Sitting back I tilted my head to the heavens and closed my eyes, allowing myself the escape of sleep. If only for just a couple of minutes. Upon hearing the bell chime, signaling someone entering my head snapped to attention. My breath all at once died as my throat siezed. I wanted to throw up, no I wanted to get away. There in front of me were Monte and the crew. The only thing I could do at the moment was see memories flash in front of my eyes.

   'Beckett woke up and painfully looked at her surroundings. What she saw wasn't good. Dirty walls covered in fungus or possibly rotting blood... Rusty chains encased her raw wrists and weighed her to the floor. Light hardly fluttered through barred windows and the door, who knows where it was. Opening her mouth to scream, Beckett discovered that she couldn't, how peculiar. Lightly touching her throat Beckett felt the angry flesh there and remembered the knife coming towards her. Stiffly sitting up, Beckett crawled to a wall and laid there.'

   I came back to the present and I was vaguely aware that I was staring straight at Monte. Quickly getting up I went for the door. Too bad I didn't make it that far... Before I had the chance to a hand flashed out and caught my upper arm in a tight grip. "Not thinkin of goin anywhere are ya?"Villiers asked smugly. I grimaced and planted my foot into his chest. His breath was thrown from him as he quickly released me. Tumbling forward I made a mad dash for the door. Just as I opened it a knife sailed straight into my hand, tacking it to the wall. Screeching in pain I jerked left and right trying with my other hand to dislodge the lethal projectile. "Don't bother darlin, it's useless."Monte chuckled as he and the crew closed it. 

   I ignored them and continued to try and rip the knife out. However it was just no use. Monte soon plucked the metal projectile out of my poor limb and Villers snatched me up. "Now come, Mr.Slade wishes to kill you himself to make sure that you stay propperly dead this time."Monte said as he held the door open for Villiers and I. I didn't bother to struggle, what was the point? They had me pinned and they knew it. Villers threw me over his shoulder and I was forced to look at Spence. "Hi again...Beckett."He whispered. I fixed him with the best glare I could manage and spat in his face, "Go to hell you puss bag."