Mallory Emerson was a soft-spoken person. Younger twin to her hot tempered brother, Michael Emerson, she's long been the calm to his storm.
Divorce is messy, and Mallory finds herself helping her mother load up the car along with her brothers to head to Santa Carla. Indeed, they must go there. Her "knowing" says they must for her mothers sake.
But shadows hang over Santa Carla, and Mallory doesn't know if her family will survive the storm that's brewing in one piece. Will she continue to be the calm to her brother's storm? Or will these mysterious bikers manage to convince her to let loose and live for herself?
"Threads of blue will meet threads of gold,
A life on the end begins the journey,
Follow the star, and do not hesitate,
Threads of blue may join the threads of gold,
Or threads of blue may cut golden threads short,
Follow the blood, and choose an eternal moon.
Follow morals, and choose the predictable.
Fear not the Lost Boys, and you'll be safe.
Fear not Peter Pan, and the ice may be thin,
The Neverland calls. Youth answers.
What will your choice be?"
Name: Mallory Emerson
Hair Color: long curly Dark Brown, almost Black
Eye Color: blue,
Weight: 125 lbs
Height: 5'9
Age: 18
Clothing: typical 80's fashion,
Personal Items: Heart Necklace from her mother and a bracelet with two charms, one for each brother.
(We are just gonna say that when Lucy got divorced from her husband, the boys and Mallory decided to take on their mothers maiden Name.)
Personality: a bit socially awkward, genuine, cautious, and loyal.
She is walking in the dark corridors which are barely lit, the only source of light is the torch light in her hand.
As she is walking she heard someone calling her " Piyali...."
she halted in her tracks and turned back, she find the voice familiar but can't decipher where she heard, the voice is so sweet to her...
" Piyali"... the voice again called this time she decided to check.
she walked towards the voice direction
" who's is there?" Her voice echoed but no reply came, so she neared the spot from where the voice is heard, which is more darker than the corridor, even her torch is falling short in the darkness there, she is trying to adjust her eyes, squinting her eyes she asked again " who's is that?"
She expected a reply but she was pulled into a hug.
As a girl she is trying to defend herself but the hug is so strong she is unable to even move.
she can hear that manly voice kept saying something to her, but she is unable to understand.
Those hands now cupped her face, while she tried to see who it is,
but she felt kisses on her neck traveling towards her face,
she resisted and shouted " no...leave me...no"
Hearing that the hands left her face immediately, and the manly voice sounded concern, but escaping from the grip, she started to run from there in the darkness.
she is not in the right state of mind she just kept running and running until she bumped into someone.
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