Chapter 2

*trigger warning*

Mentions of alcohol and death

Ivan

"agrhh," Ivan groaned as his darkened vision shooks before clearing to a dull blur. His entire body hurt, and his ears were ringing. This had to have been the biggest hangover he had ever gotten though he did not even remember drinking in the first place. Ivan did not even have a clear idea of where he was but as he looked around passed his greying skin to the blood covered grass beneath him, he was half glad that he did not know.

Stumbling into s police station looking what he could only imagine was the equivalent to a rabid dog was not one of Ivan's best ideas, but he was tired and had no idea where he was. The police dropped what they were holding, their mouths agape. Ivan raised his hands sighing as two officers grabbed his wrists forcing them agenised his back.

"yea yea I didn't kill anybody, I come In peace or whatever can you just tell me where in hell I am please," a police officer pulled his gun from belt while the others began to force his body forward and out of the door. Did they have to be so rough, Ivan grumbled in pain. Ivan was pushed into a car wishing he were dead. There had been no trial and no obvious reason for Ivan to be arrested but as the car moved, he became more and more nervous.

Ivan released a shocked breath as the car rolled the officers around him screaming. It was useless he knew it was, but Ivan unbuckled his seatbelt and gripped onto the handle of the door hoping that he could open it. Of course, they would not leave the criminals door open. The car rolled causing the driver to hit her head and her screams to become silenced. Ivan cursed using all his strength to avoid falling into the door of the car. With a final roll the car plunged into ice waters.

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Once more Ivan groaned it had been the third time this week that he had died ever since he had died the first time at sixteen this had become a regular occurrence. It felt terrible to die and the flash backs were never ending but he was beginning to get used to it. What was worse than the constant headache that was death, far worse is the pain of every single bone in Ivan's body snapping. Moving. Changing.

It had started an hour ago but as Ivan lay rivalling in pain of the balcony did his body finished making form and rolled smashing the glass that would have stopped him from falling if his body was still human. But his body was not human it was a large bear. I was certainly a scene for the people below to see a brown bear hurtling to the ground before disappearing right as it hits the floor. For Ivan though he felt himself table and splash wildly into freezing waters reminding him only of his first-time experiencing death.

Rylee

They were born with it, yet it caused the people around them to be blamed for it. First it caused their father to be sent to prison. Then their mother and their mother's ex. They had all been accused of abuse and the court fought over who was the actual culprit as they were sent to a mental health wing getting no say in the case. The red line. Rylee Marvis was born with a red line that snaked from their ring finger on their right hand around their arm over their back and their chest before coming around their back and ending just below their belly button. The red line looked viscous like they had been burned by a molten lava whip. It never healed always looking like it had only been inflicted the day before.

Rylee was born a female not that that ever felt right they were the most neutral person they had ever met. No one ever believed them always accusing anyone around d them for anything that they did. Rylee had spent their entire life locked away in a hospital as many people played the blame game. Who had caused the ghastly scar on their back? No one. It has always been like this. Please no one has done anything wrong, is what their scream is court.

"yet another day in the ward, I don't know why you would ever complain," Rylee laughs with an eye roll. They had yet to tell their friend the details of the night that had just been. Fire crawled up their arms. Flared on their back. The staff were less than happy to find their bedsheets tattered torn and burned to dust. They had doused them for hours when they found them and though the cool water had soothed their burning flesh, they had suffocated them.

Shouting cries were heard once more as locked up children broke form their sterile cells. The children kept here beyond their own will. The children that fought. The difficult children. Rylee wished they had enough energy to join the difficult children, to get that small sense of relief.

"You know what why not," Rylee muttered running after the children. They knew they were slower than the others, but they did not care. They shook with anticipation as they ran getting closer and closer to the barrier that they had been caged in. The barrier shook and hundreds od children climbed it ignoring the sharp sting of electric pulse. They did not have a plan for getting through the rough river that ley bellow but as the scar that lay on their back pulsed and fire shot from their veins they had no choice but to be plunged into the cold depths.