Forget It: Prologue

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 Where to go... with nowhere to turn: standing on the edge, only a foot from the hurtling drop into the dark cold depths. The girl, dark one, they call her, stood. The wind blew her dark hair around in the wind. It was only a matter of time before the sirens got a football field length away. Those loud, bright, dangerous... sirens. Her ears still ached from the flash bomb that went off in the mansion: the Tall One's mansion. The man with the tentacles, suit...no face...
    When she finally heard the sirens. only then, did she look at her hands. Her ands were covered in dark red fluid. Blood. She remembered it was called. Blood... She  looked at her reflection in the thick crimson fluid on the ground. Where was it coming from?...the body. The body...awkwardly slumped on the ground, hands clenched in fists...could it still feel pain? The dark one crouched down beside it and grabbed its large cold hand, covered in the same...blood. Was it her own blood that stained the dusty ground or its blood? She turned its -his- body around to face up. She grabbed his arms and wrapped them carefully on his chest...the blood stained shirt. With a grunt of effort, she tried to get up, but her muscles ached in protest. The sirens were closer.
    Run. That word: run... what did it mean to her if she couldn't even get up? What did life mean anymore after snuffing the last bit of life he had. When her ears ached the most, she jolted up. The white and blue lights flashed. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes burning. She felt her cheek, leaving a smudge of blood, something wet, clear, rolled from her eyes...tears. Tears came from pain...she felt no pain, but she did. She looked down at the body: dark hair that was a shade darker than her own, pale green eyes that were lifeless, and paste white skin from blood loss. She looked back up. There was nowhere to run. Men came near her, speaking words she didn't understand. Simple words...words...the thing that started all of this. They touched her arm. She felt herself sink away into calmness, and she felt herself numb. Everything...calm...and quiet...then the scream cut through the feeling that she thought she'd never feel again. The dark one looked up. One of the men stood there, a dark red line stained his shirt. He stared off toward something in the distance...his last bit of life. She looked down. The other man stared into the sky with pale and lifeless brown eyes. The man standing slumped to the ground with a thud. A word she heard often many times before, a word she understood since she could speak, escaped his cold dead lips. Her name.

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Okay, this is the story beginning for Cammie. I had to do this, and I was writing it all day in my math class. I've reached chapter 3 or 4 so far. And later on in the story, this scene will repeat, so beware of that. I think that's it. Oh, and I never did announce my new main OC. The thing is... idk what to pick and so far I've been trying to find free adoptables cause I think the ones I drew were just venting ideas. Lawls. Luv chu!!!
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