The Rebellion

There was once a young girl who's name was, Mercy Dante Reed. Lets just say, Mercy had a rough life. At school, everyone picked on her because she was different. They talked bad about her, but they didn't talk about her behind her back, they actually said bad things about her out loud so she could hear what they were saying. Not only that, a large group of boys and girls tried beating her up. Mercy handled them pretty well on her own, though. She left them lying on the concrete crying in pain, begging for their mommy's.
At home, it wasn't any different than it was at school. I mean, it was different, it was just the same but in a different way. Mercy was an only child, her mom was the only one who took care of her and she even told her everyday that she's special and that she'd would grow up to be someone amazing. Her dad on the other hand, is was a mean alcoholic who beat Mercy and her mom as well. One day, her dad made Mercy watch as he beat her mom almost to death, he made Mercy watch as he grabbed a knife and stabbed her in the stomach. Mercy was only ten at the time. Mercy was so angry and sad at the same time. She couldn't help but cry, she didn't know what to do, so she ran away. Mercy ran so far from home, that she became lost. Until, a muscular man in a white cloak came running towards her. She couldn't really see his face because he had his hood, which was attached to his cloak, over his head, which covered half of his face. Mercy was frightened, she started running away, but he was to fast for her, he got ahold of her with one arm, still running, scooping her up in both of his arms. Mercy struggled to get out of his grasp, but couldn't, she stayed in this mysterious mans arms as he ran off with her, no where to be found.