"Where are you sending me?" I shouted as the two men shoved me into the black Mercedes. "A place for special people like you," my mother smiled, softly. "It'll only be for a little while, until you could control yourself." The taller man of the two got in the other side of the car, taking out a syringe, plunging it into my thigh. I screamed as the other man sat in the driver's seat. "I love you, Elizabeth." Was the last thing I heard from my mother as the the darkness welcomed me.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.