The Hidden

1 - How It Started

There was 5 of us.
Now I'm alone.

Covered with the blood of those who I laughed with just few hours ago. My body shivered as the other 4 lay still.

I don't know what had happen. Or what may happen. We were all just laughing, joking around until we all fell onto the ground by a loud high pitch noise. Next thing I know they are all giving me a death glare.

I remember smiling at them and telling them to stop trying to prank me. I said
"Guys. This is not funny..."

I heared the loud stinging noice again.
But they didn't hear it at all.
They just looked down at me as I crashed down harder this time.

"Guys. Please stop. This really hurts"
I begged.

Monroe grabbed the a hammer from the back of the truck. Trina pulled out a knife. Fox pulled out a gun. And Roma grabbed the light pole near by.

"What the hell!?"
I whispered to myself as I backed up when they were walking closer.

"Please don't do this. Stop playing. Thi-this isn't at all funny! Guys. Please"
I hit my back against the truck.

Looking behind me I found a baseball bat. Monroe swung the heavy hammer at me but dented the well polished truck. I ran on a clear spot.
When a bullet was shot. I avoided it but Monroe was hurt. I got down to help her but her blood was no longer red. It was black.

I stepped away as Roma attempted to hit me with the pole. She's carrying it as if it was just a twinge. It has to be hundreds of pounds.

Trina ran towards me but I hit her with the metal bat. She let go of the knife so I grabbed it. As She grabbed my leg and brought me down. Her being on top of me I saw her eyes went pure dark. Her blue eyes just spoke death.

She punched me about 5 times until I finally dug the blade into the side of her neck as nightblood splattered all over my face.

I got up to see Roma dashing towards me. I threw the knife hitting her in the eye. She then fell to the ground.

I almost forgot the quite girl. Fox. She shot the gun hitting me on the side of my waist. Thank God my specail organs wasn't hit. It hurts though.

I ran hidding beside the truck as she walked slowly. She said no words but mumbled in a Differnt language. I used to speak because mom left me a book to study.

I got up on the truck as silent as I could so she wouldn't notice. There was another baseball metal bat.
I jumped from tge roof of the truck as the bat hit the top of her head causing the poor girl to be brain dead on the ground.

I cried... then realise she wasn't dead, she got up. And smiled. Giving me chills. I hit her again and again and again and again until you couldn't even recognize who she was.

I took her cloths and replaced it with mine. Just so they'll think it's me instead if her.

We are all lost kids. No one knew who we were. We all have our stories we ran away from. So no one will know if it was her and i..... the only difference is..... Her sister saw our outfits today.
The police will think it's me who died.

Taking the truck and ran.
As far as I could.
Since that night..... I never looked back.
I was a 15 years old who was lost in a world who wouldn't have understand.

[5 years later]

I just turned 20.
Still hidding.
Still running.
Still stealing.
Still killing.
Still me......

Until I was walking down a fairly dark ally when-

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Lexa just lost 4 of her close friends. And she's stained with their blood that have been darken by the evil who have possessed then to kill lexa.

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add this to your library is haven't already.

Just trying out a new story.
Well see where it goes.