Departure.

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My eyes slammed open and i was met with a sharp pain in my back. I looked down at my legs to see them strapped onto a metal table. I turned my head and came face to face with the worst scene. Hawk was strapped to the same kind of table as i was. His nose was bleeding and his stomach was covered in slashes. Suddenly a figure emerged from a misty corner of the room. It was a girl. Extremely tall, long black hair and piercing blue eyes. She was wearing a white shirt and pants, stained with blood. Hawks blood. She was standing there, covered in his blood. At this point, mine was boiling.

I tried to scream, but she had wrapped my mouth around with tape. I pulled hard on the restraints on my arm, to no avail. I glanced over at the woman again, to notice something strange. The blood that covered her clothes, was not actually his, but her own. Her face was marked with two deep slashes beneath her eyes. I was horrified. I looked back over at Hawk, who was beginning to move. I watched him as i saw him open his eyes.

Unlike me, his mouth was not taped shut, but his arms and legs were locked down. The woman moved. Walking closer to me, i saw a shining clever in her hand. She walked to the side of the table that i was laying on, and yanked up my shirt. Hawks eyes followed every move she made. Then, with one swift movement, she made a long, deep slice across my ribs. I screamed in pain, but it was slightly muffled by the tape. She did it once more, as i laid, tears running down my face. "YOU BITCH. GET OFF OF HER!" I heard him scream, but i was already losing consciousness.

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