Unknown.
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I felt the car stop moving for a second; my eyes opened wide, after a silent nap that I had taken: How long had I been in the car for? My whole body was aching; loud thumping bumps on my forehead and legs. It was a feeling I hadn't experienced for over 5 years; a painful feeling that cannot be described or expressed. My hands moved around as I examined where I was sitting- Yep, I was still in the same car, and was in the exact same place; expect it wasn't night anymore, but 6:00 sharp in the morning- I read the time on my watch, which was suprisingly still working, after that dreadful journey. "You ask her," I heard someone whisper. There was no one else inside the car expect me. Who was talking? My head looked turned to the side and I observed Dylan and Brett pointing at each other from outside the window; It seemed as if they were in an argument. "No, you ask her," Brett poked Dylan really hard on the chest, before walking off to the entrance of a building. Dylan rolled his eyes, and then walked over to the car I was sitting in; He opened the door as then stared at me, expecting me to do something. "Don't just sit there, get out already!" Dylan attacked on my arm, and soon dragged me out of the car. I stood on both of my feet, feeling dizzy to begin with after the god-knows-how-many-hours-long drive. "BRING HER IN!" Brett yelled from the entrance, which me and Dylan were approaching. "Keep calm, Unknown," I murmered under my breath. My mind was racing with undescriable thoughts: Find the right moment, then strike, followed by a fast run. Get out of here as soon as possible. "Dylan, it would be nice if you could use those lady legs of yours to move faster," Brett smiled sarcastically, and then rolled his eyes, before letting out a loud sigh. "Sorry," He whispered (a sense of rudeness dwelling in his voice), and then held onto my wrist tightly, pushing me to the entrance door. "Hurry up, Unknown-" He paused and then spoke again. "Stop making me look bad in front of Brett," Dylan grumbled. I didn't reply and ignored Dylan completley, as he took me to Brett, who held onto my shoulders- leading me inside the old building ahead of us. "Nice going," Brett snickered from the behind me, as his grip tightened on my shoulders. "Shut up, I don't like her like that," Dylan laughed from the back, I could feel him giving a death stare to Brett. "Oh, really," Brett laughed with him. What were these two boys talking about? They weren't talking about me, were they? "Wouldn't mind fu*king her," Dylan spoke; his words attacked me at once; I was scarred, as well as fearing of the power Dylan has in him. Why would men like to treat women as nothing? We're not toys or pieces of meat to satisfy men and their stupid feelings. I wasn't expecting these types of thoughts from Dylan. He seemed so sweet, and now his true character is starting to reveal. He is just like other guys. A jerk. "OH REALLY?" Dylan spoke again- their conversation was confusing me now. What were they talking about now? "Can you keep it down please?" Someone else spoke from behind me. I turned around to catch a glimpse of the person, but Brett pushed me forward- I caught a peak of the person. He had black hair and yellow cat eyes. He looked fimiliar. "I still don't get why Dad wants her alive?" Dylan's voice interuppted the silence that was for once restored, but now broken. "I mean; we can just-" He paused, and then whispered, thinking I couldn't hear him, but I could. "Kill her off," I gapsed silently, and then continoued to carry my lifeless body to the destination door. "Its over," I murmered to myself, tears starting to well up in my eyes. "He obviously wants her for a reason," Brett whispered, before pushing past me quickly to open the solid oak door in front of us and let us inside the warm room. "Yeah, but why her?" Dylan asked for once. My ears were fully alert to everything they were saying; maybe there was a clue in their words that would help me get out of here. "You idiot," Brett sighed. "Don't you remember what Dad told us about her parents?" "yeah," Dylan's voice was in a tone as if he was finally starting to understand something. "Dad told us that they were all vemonous snakes, spreading poison-" Dylan's words were cut off with the hushing of Brett. "Shhh..." He whispered. "Not so loud...She might hear us," From the corner of my eye, I could see Brett's eyes observing my every movement. I rolled my eyes. "As*holes," I muttered. "And stupid ones aswell," I finished my words off with a cough. Dylan coughed with me. "Bi*ch," He silently pinched my wrist, twisting the top of my skin with his nails. I flinched, before staring back at him. Dylan was walking alongside with me, with a smile full of pride. Hatred purely dissolving in my eyes, where as Dylan's were blank with no emotions to share. We had been walking down this hallway forever. When I am I finally going to meet the person that these two had been talking about. The man that killed my parents. Sirois Mandeth. Dylan's arm slid around my waist; I ignored him, but then thats when it started to get worse. His hands all over me, and I could do nothing about it; in this silent cold dark world. "You should stop that," Brett whispered, pushing Dylan's hands off, which had somehow slid all the way across to my butt. "WHERE DO YOU TWO THINK YOU'RE GOING?" Someone yelled from behind us. "Dad," Brett whispered.
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