I wake up in a totally different location than expected. Where am I? What is this place? I had a million questions begging to be asked. I feel a pain in my shoulder and I realized what's happening. I try to move my arms and surprisingly suceeded. I look at my ankles to see them tied up with chains. Then, I look at my surroundings. I noticed there's a camera in here watching my every move. Beside me is a mattress and a thin, worn blanket. I begin to laugh. This was funny. I expected this to happen and yet I let it happen. I wonder if there was still a way to stop her. If I waited to long they could be killed and if I didn't wait for the right moment, I could be killed. The sound of footsteps could be heard coming. My heart starts beating faster, hoping that someone has come to help me... but no. It was a stranger staring back at me holding something. He opens the door and locks it behind him. He then sets Apollo beside me. I can't help but reach out for my companion in which, the stranger didn't seem to like. He steps on my hands and I yelp out in pain. Stunned he had stepped on it, I backed away. Apollo walks over to me and lays his head in my lap whimpering. He comes up to me and kisses me then whispers,
"I'll be coming back for what I want after dinner when everyone is asleep. I think I'll enjoy myself, princess."
"How old are you?" My question seemed to surprise him for a minute then he responded,
"18."
"Tell me your name."
"My name doesn't matter." I smile as wide as i can.
"But I want to remember you." He hesitates before answering,
"Maxie." He blushes as he says his name. H-he's kinda cute when he blushes.
"Sit with me, Maxie." He sits down like a little child. I look him up and down. His hair was an unsual red and his eyes were just as red. He basically looked like a normal teenager except his eyes and hair. "Why do you look so normal?" His eyes seemed to glow for a second and he throws himself on me. My head hits the wall, making me sorta dizzy. He gets close to my ear as I feel myself drifting off.
"Am just like you." The last thing i feel before I pass out is a hand sliding up my shirt.
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Left alone
FantastikBlossom, a young girl, born with blue hair is an outcast. When the world is starting to come to an end she leaves her city and home behind to live in an underground town with a boy her age, a wise elderly woman, and a couple of others. The wise woma...
