Darkened World

Chapter 1: First Night, First Fight

It was a drab, murky night in Nebraska and my mother sat with me, Morgan, tempted to go into her chambers and cutoff. The wind blew against the window seal, making the me look out into the utter darkness. I could suspense a living body around that was unfamiliar. The otter of this body made me clinch. Who was here? Why were they here? When did they last take a shower? Then, I a face appeared from the darkness and I felt a shrieking, stabbing pane in my neck. After that, all I felt was strong arms rising me from my bed, and then I became nothingness. Everything was nothingness.

I pried my open my eyes just to let the light blind me. I quickly shut my eyes from the light. What was the light though? Where was I? The curiosity got to me, so I opened my eyes and barred the light. I realized I was strapped down to a bed in a small, square room with needles coming out of me in every direction. A man walked into the inclosed space and began recording things down on this chart.

"Good, you're awake," the man spoke. His voice was deep and unsincere. He began to study me and poke at me, which was very uncomfortable. When he began poking at my face, that enraged me, so I did what any girl would have performed. I snapped my jaws on his finger and never let go. His blood was bitter, but his face was delightful. He screeched, somewhat like a girl, and made people rush in ready to fight.

After they shot me full of meds that made me paralyzed, they pried my clamped jaw off the finger. It was a gruesome sight. I began to not be able to breath on my on from the medication, so they knocked me out with more meds and put me on a ventilator. After I awoke, more men came into my room and told me to take off my clothes and put on some brand new, dark, sporty clothes. This confused me. I went into the bathroom and took off my old pajamas and put on the new ones. The dark purple shirt and black pants went perfect with my ivory skin. I took down my destroyed, red hair and pulled it into a perfect braid. My big, green eyes sparkled in my reflection.

I began to wonder why I was obeying these strangers. Then it hit me like a lightning bolt. I still had my IV in, which was transfusing meds in my arm. This liquid was green and appeared to thick. This liquid must be removed from my arm. I ripped it out of my arm and blood began to trickle down my arm like a river. It made me wince in pain. I began to get some paper towels and rap them around my bloody arm so I didn't look suspicious. The arm of my shirt covered my injury perfectly. I walked into the room ready for a fight. Everyone had left, except one man holding his finger as it submerged in blood.

I quickly pounced on him and began to strangle him with all my might. His face turned a dark purple, and his eyes bulged out and turned a bright red. I watched as life was about to leave his body and let go. Fear rushed through me as I began to run out of the room, and out of the overly-sized building. I couldn't tell if men were chasing me through the square or if I had escaped. I listened very closely and calmed my breathing. Then I heard it. Pounding foot steps rushing toward me. Instantly, I went into turbo mode and ran faster than ever. I wanted to rip off my long sleeve, sport shirt and run without the sleeves making me sweat more, but I knew where I was headed and that I might need it later.

The woods were cold and damp, told you I would need that shirt later in the day. I outwitted the men that were chasing me by getting an enormous head start and climbing an overly sized tree, but in that tree I realized there was something odd in the atmosphere. The sky was dark. I didn't know if it was my eyes or what. White spots appeared everywhere in front of me, and sent chills up my back. Snow. The worst possible thing that could have happened at that moment, besides........death.

I considered my choices very thoughtfully and found that death was not and option at this point. Maybe later on. I feared that they could come again and I would have to be in the presents of those infant fighters.

The ground was cold against my bruised cheek as I tempted to go into a deep dream. That was some what impossible though. There was no possible way I was going to sleep and that I would be able to move tomorrow. Then, a question began to burn deep in my mind and wouldn't disappear. Will there be a tomorrow?