9 years later
Rebelle's P.O.V.
I ran to the cover of the trees. I swerved between trees, never keeping a straight path. My ears were ringing from all the gunshots I kept hearing. I ducked, knowing one was coming right for me. I hear it whistle past my ear as I dropped.
My instincts kick in and lead me to an abandoned warehouse.
I slip in, and nearly scream as a hand covers my mouth.
"Who the fuck are you and what do you want from us?" A deep, masculine voice says. I shiver and elbow his ribs, grabbing the gun from my pocket. I aimed it at his head and spoke calmly, "I am just looking for a place to hide out for a bit. You are going to let me, and you won't put up a fight, ya hear? I don't wanna hurt nobody. K?"
He didn't even looked fazed, but nodded his head anyways.
"Alright, alright. I ain't gon' hurt you." He said slowly.
I tucked the gun back in my bra.
"Uhm. I'm sorry for pulling a gun out on you. It's a habit when you're constantly running for your life. I'm Rebe....cca. I'm Rebecca." I say, not wanting to give my real name just yet.
"I'm Ramon. You sure that's your name cupcake? We don't bite."
"We? Who is we?" I ask, getting worried. I reached towards my bra again, preparing to grab the gun.
Ramon threw his hands up in surrender and had a slightly worried face on.
"Woah there girl. My friends won't hurt you." He said cautiously, two people came from behind Ramon, their hands also up.
There was a young lady, and a gentleman.
"I'm Natalia, and this here is Jeremy." She said in a German accent. Ramon had a slight accent also, but I couldn't figure out what it was.
"Hi. I'm Jeremy, as Natalia pointed out. Now... Rebecca.... What is your real name?"
I let my hands drop back to my sides and decided to just tell the truth.
"It's kinda weird, but my name is Rebelle."
Natalia gasped.
"Oh my goodness!!! I love, love, love your name!" She said, her voice higher pitched in excitement.
I assumed Ramon was the one in charged as he asked me, "So, I'm going to give you two options. You either join our family, or get out of our warehouse. What'll it be?"
"I... Uhm.. I'll...-"
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Gray Skies
General FictionRebelle was just a small 7 year old when she first became a runaway. But she had become one for a good reason. To stay alive. She is now 16 and living with werewolves. She knows what they are and that they are rogues. They have No clue what she is...
