Gone - Twilight

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Layla didn't know how far she had walked, but she knew she wasn't in Phoenix anymore. She didn't even know if she was in Arizona or not. All she knew was that she was in the middle of the desert and it was the middle of the night. She was getting pretty tired but she didn't dare to stop. She was just glad to be away from that place. She didn't know what would've happened if she was sent to foster care. All she knew was that she was going to avenge her parents deaths one way or another.

As she continued walking, she saw some lights in the distance. it looked like a city. So she followed the road that led to it and eventually entered the city. As she walked, she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. She shrugged it off at first, until she started hearing footsteps. She turned around and saw four men who looked drunk, with the way they were staggering.

"Well, what's a little lady like you doing out here all alone?" the one in the front slurred. The other three men started laughing. 

"None of your business. So take your beer and get lost." Layla said defiantly and turned to walk away. One of the men grabbed her arm.

"Feisty. I like it." he slurred, and he was about to pull her closer, but Layla's fist collided with his face, followed by a crack. He staggered back holding his nose.

"YOU LITTLE B****!" one of them yelled and he tried to punch her, but she ducked his fist and kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. He fell over. Layla started to run away, but the leader of the group caught her arm.

"We'll teach you a lesson." he slurred, and right when he was about to hit her, a hand caught his fist and twisted it backwards. Layla looked over and saw a really muscular man. He was holding them man's wrist while he was crying out in pain.

"Leave her alone or I will break your wrist." he said threateningly and threw the man away hard. He hit a brick wall and he and the other men ran away in fear. The big man looked over at Layla. "Are you okay?" he asked her and she nodded. "I'm fine. Thanks for saving me." "It was nothing. I don't like bullies."

He stuck out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Jackson Raymond. Who are you?" She shook his hand and said "I'm Layla Shaw." He nodded. "Well Layla, where do you live?" Layla looked down. "Nowhere. My parents are dead." He looked shocked and asked "Why are you here?" "I ran away. They tried putting me in foster care and they let the men who killed them go." He looked at her in pity.

"Why don't you come with me? Get you some food and warmed up a bit?" he asked. Layla hesitated but eventually agreed. Jackson took her to his apartment and they both went inside. Once inside, Layla saw a boy who looked about her age. He had sky blue eyes and slightly messy brown hair. He looked up, surprised to see her.

"Layla, this is Logan Wilde. Logan, this is Layla Shaw." Jackson introduced them to each other. "Hi." Layla said and stuck out her hand. "Hi." Logan said back and shook her hand. "Anyways, why don't we go get something to eat and we can talk." They both nodded.

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Jackson took Logan and Layla to a nearby diner. They sat down and ordered their food. "So Layla, I have a question. You don't have to answer, but do you know who killed your parents?" Jackson asked her. She stiffened, looked down, and eventually spoke. "They were covered in tattoos, they were bald, and they were really tan." Logan stiffened next to her. "What?" she asked him confused. "Those are the same men that killed my parents." She looked at him shocked. "They drove by my parents and shot them." "Same here." Logan told her.

Jackson looked between the two of them. "Looks like you two have something in common." Layla nodded sadly, and changed the subject. "So, where did you learn to fight like that Jackson?" He looked skeptical, but answered anyway. "I'm with the CIA. I'm one of their agents."

Logan wasn't surprised because he already knew, but Layla was. "Really?" she asked. "Really." he nodded. "But you can't tell anyone." She nodded. Then she asked something else he wasn't expecting. "Do you think you think you can teach me to fight?" He looked at her surprised. "Are you sure? That will mean working hard." "I'm willing to do it. Please?" she asked again. Logan looked up at Jackson. "Yeah me too. I want to learn to fight too." Jackson sighed through his nose.

"Okay. I will help you guys." Layla looked up happily. "Thank you." she said. Logan smiled at her. "We can both get those guys back for killing our parents." She smiled at him. "Yeah." she agreed. 

Jackson looked at the both of them. "I will train both of you. I will give you two what you need to give those bas***** what they deserve." And with that, Layla had found two new friends.