No Help

Chapter One

The flame danced on her pale delicate fingertip. The blazing yellow fire reflected into her dead brown eyes. And, the murderous screams filled the sky with horror. The beautiful sobbing of the woman who lost a child, and the scream of sirens made her come alive. The corners of her thin red lips pulled upward as she watched a young boy dance with the fire through the window, as his screams filled the air one last time. It was music to her young ears.
She pulled her round face away from the yellow and red dance and turned into the empty dark forest, leaving the chaos of cheers behind her. Her pink skechers smothered the defenseless flowers dead into the dry ground. As the calming warmth quickly evaporated, she filled with emptiness. The cries for help and crackling of a roaring fire soon disappeared and turned into the chirp of crickets and the easy thud of her steps on the pathment. A light appeared on the tall dark trees around her, leaving the long road and deep forest misty. The roar of an engine rapidly approached and the tires screeched along the dry pavement. Animals disappeared from her company, leaving her desperately alone. Turning around, she pulled her soft innocent hand up to her round baby face to block the blinding headlights. The doors slammed shut as no thoughts ran through her head. All she did was watch as three mountainous figures slowly walked in front of the headlights, their long shadows passing her ten year old body.
"What you doing here alone little lady? Where's your family?" a rough voice inquired. She lowered her hand from her short brown hair to meet her other hand behind her small frame, squaring her shoulders towards the men.
"They're gone," her mischief voice slid through the light between them. The men's smiled turned into smirks at the thought.
"Are you from that school fire a while back?" the shorter men snickered. Her blank face almost smiled with delight at the thought of what she did, and how little they knew, but her face remained still. She scanned the men as best she could with them in the dark. All three were huge with muscle, a little rough on the eyes with their crooked and missing teeth. Their tousled clothing with brown stains of beer had her reading them like an open book. She didn't miss the way the shortest man leaned his tattooed arm against his side. As she watched them she knew they were watching her, considering the light was shining directly on her, they thought they could read her. These men towered over her 4'10" frame but who would win in a fight? The muscle or the brains? As the last man's excited blue eyes connected with her dead emotionless brown he said, "you don't talk much, do you?" She let the silence fill the forest and road with heavy dread as an answer. She broke the quiet with her  sickening sweet high pitch "do you like to play games? I love to play. I think you'll play with me." The questioning fear disappeared from their faces as fast as it appeared and turned into something a little mysterious as their eyes held a intrigued emotion. The men shared a look with a nodded head, as she watched them with the jolly smile of a child, but her eyes were eager to play. Of course not the type of play they were expecting.
The moon glistened over the forest with the tiny single way road while the men rapidly approached her. She refused to step back, but she felt like waiting for them to reach her. And in the blink of her emotionless eye, she was hit on the head with a cold hard object and fell to the lonely ground unconscious. She later found that black hand gun.