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N/A: Happy birthday emo_girl! Since we live on opposite sides of the ocean, this is the best present I can give you. IK. It sucks. Hope you have a good day!













I'd never been special. An average student, a middle kid. The only thing I did different was I took MMA lessons. And I was good at it.

Maybe that was why I got chosen. I never found out. But I remember the night I was chosen.

I'd been walking home from the loft where classes were held. It wasn't far enough for my mom to waist money driving me or to take the bus, so I walked.

That night, I noticed something was off. The street was dead, one car parked on the curb. When I passed it, it looked empty. That was the worst mistake of my life, turning my back on that car.

When I was about to turn the corner, lights flashed behind me. Being young and stupid, I'd looked back. The car was coming up fast.

Letting my fear and instinct kick in, I whirled and ran parallel to the car, trying to get as far away as possible. Another mistake.

If I had ran the other way, I could have gone to the trees and gone home after I lost them. But I hadn't.

When I was to the side of the car, the door swung open and an arm shot out, grabbing me around the waist. Before I could scream, a hand was clamped over my mouth.

“Scream and I snap your neck.” a cold voice murmured in my ear. I nodded and he moved his and. Then something was getting pulled over my head. A bag.

Oh god. I was getting kidnapped. Ropes were being tied around my wrists. I cried out when they were pulled tighter.

A hard hand kept hold on me in the back seat. I didn't fight. From the voice, it was a guy who had me in the back.

And I was tied up. I wouldn't have won even if I had my hands. All I could think about was dying.

Was I going to die now? What did they want with me? And why me? There were plenty of girls around here who were prettier and older.

The car moved quickly, jarring me when it turned a corner. I was on the floor, so I could feel the car moving.

I could even see through the bag a little. Not much. Just the light of the clock on the dash board. I couldn't even make out the numbers.

Where are we going? I thought after what seemed like hours of driving. My legs were numb and I couldn't feel my hands any more.

I stood up a bit, flexing my legs. Trying to find the seat with my legs, I sat down. The hand on my shirt hadn't helped but it didn't try to stop me after the guy say my intentions.

Much better. My legs were coming back to life. I stretched them out in front of me.

“Where are we going?” I asked the guy in the back with me. I hadn't expected an answer, so I was shocked when a cold voice replied.

“Somewhere special.” I recognized the voice as the guy who had caught me. I nodded and slumped against the back of the seat. Not to long after that, the car stopped, nearly throwing me from my seat.

Being from New York, I knew how to criticize people about their driving. “Hey! What are you, Evil Kinevil!? God damn!” I said with a string of curses, gaining a short laugh from the guy next to me.

Doors opened and closed in the front. Then hands were pulling me gently from the back seat. It was cold. I shivered and the gentle hands were replaced with rough ones.

Those hands grabbed me by my wrists and dragged me through the cold. Was it snowing? I thought off hand as something cold fell on my cheek.

I wished that I hadn't changed out of my fighting clothes. Those were long, cotton pants and a long sleeved shirt.

What I was wearing was my work-out clothes. A pair of shorts that hugged my butt and a sleeveless black shirt that showed off my boobs.

The bag was ripped off my head, almost choking me. I looked around. It was snowing. And it was dark.

I was outside with three guys. One with black hair just hiding his blue eyes, lanky but strong looking as he walked. Another was huge, looking like a bear with his thick, dark brown hair that was cropped close to his head and his gem green eyes.

The last was a smallish boy compared to the other two. His dark hair was at his neck and he had the deepest hazel eyes I'd ever seen. I focused on him.

There was something off about his eyes. They seemed flat. I looked at the other two.

Their eyes were the same. Empty. How strange. And their faces were the same, too.

No emotion showing. Not in their eyes of expressions. There was a word for this.

Ummmm........apathy! That was the word. I was so surprised that I had remembered the word I learned last year that I smiled.

The one with the hazel eyes was looking at me. His expression was as cold as the others but there was something in his eyes. A wistful respect.

I looked away, at the others. They were opening a metal door. The one with the blue eyes turned around and started toward me. The small boy beat him there, though.

“I got her, Chris. Go help Ben with the door. You know he's not the brightest.” he said in a monotone. He scooped his arms under me and lifted me with ease.

Gasping like a fool, I struggled to get my feet on the ground. “Don't fight.” he whispered to me. I stopped moving and let him carry me. The snow was ankle deep here, but he seemed to be able to walk in it.

When we got closer to the door, I closed my eyes tight. It didn't get any warmer and I had to open my eyes to be sure we were inside.

We were inside. It was just as cold in here as it was outside. The boy sat me on my feet and walked off, down the hall to the right.

“Wait!” I called after him. He didn't look back. From the hall to the left, a girl was coming toward me.

She grabbed my arm and pulled me down the left hall. “Where am I?” I asked breathless. She looked at me with blank light blue eyes. “Home.” she said simply and turned back.

We turned my corners until she stopped me at a door. She knocked lightly and opened it. There was a man at a desk in the corner. She shoved me in the room and closed the door, her quick “Welcome,” slipping through the opening before it wasn't there anymore.

I looked at the man. He looked younger than my mom but older than me. Around twenty-five was my guess. And his eyes weren't blank or cold.

This shimmered and gleamed. “Ah! Emily! Welcome, dear!” he took a step toward me.

“Who are you? How do you know my name?” I hissed through my teeth. He frowned, stepping closer to me.

“Why Emily, I know everything about the people I want.” he said, closing the gape between us with another step. I felt my mouth gaping and he laughed softly, a kind of dangerous undertone to the sound.






Well........hoped you liked the first chapter of Emily's story. And no, this isn't a life story. Just how she met Frankie and it ties into the Dude just relax and the story(s) that continue it. R+R PLEASEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!