I get hauled into a prison transport type of vehicle, along with multiple other fighters or viewers from the ring, all with their arms cuffed behind their backs, complete with scowls on their faces.
"We're not going to have space in the cells for all these guys, take these ones to the next county over, we'll have the station call ahead to let them know" an officer says to who I'm assuming is driving the vehicle I'm sitting in. NO NO NO, my poor bike, all alone in the parking lot, which will be a whole COUNTY away. Although I try to get free and make a run for it, there's no use, and the only positive of this whole situation is that at least my duffle is going with me, seeing as they threw it on the floor in between everyone in the van.
"Hey!" I shout, trying to get the drivers attention, later resorting to a loud whistle until he makes eye contact through the rear view mirror. "Which county is the next one over, where are we going?"
He simply laughs as he says "Beacon Hills county, you got a long road ahead of ya!" and as he continues giggling, I'm having that common "oh shit" moment that everyone gets. Not only am I going to go back into the system, but now I lost the one town that I actually thrived in, and will have to reset my roots into another town, one that probably has a lot less criminal activity, which isn't good if you're in my "profession".
Beacon Hills, I hope you're ready for me.
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Warrior : Teen Wolf
FanfictionSixteen year old Corinne Day, hasn't had the easiest life. Going through multiple foster homes, she finally runs away to live her own life. After years of being on her own, something happens which leads her to Beacon Hills. Includes middle and end o...
