It was dark wherever they had her. She remembered that yes, this was the carge or wagon they had stuffed her in but this transportation vehicle had stopped for over twenty minutes. There was a window that she had decided to grip to see if she could get the bars loose, but it only gave her a shock that knocked her out. She looked down at her hands in the dark, and god she hoped it was that it was just incredibly dark in this wagon, not that the ends of her fingers had turned black. It seemed they had as she looked at her fingernails were chipped and charred, so were the tips of her finger. The black seemed to follow down some of her thin fingers as well.She traced the full extent of the damage as she sat there with a heavy chain tied to her ankle. Her fingers seemed to feel lifeless, but she could move the ends of her finger tips. She gripped her fingers around the chain, bending over to grasp it. Her knuckles bloody from banging on the wood that the diver was behind. Then, as she was pulling on the chains, her mint curls falling into her eyes, the wagon door opened the sun brought light to her golden almond skin. Warmth went up her body. She saw a boy with ginger hair with a white petticoat move to her said kneeling down pressing a key into the lock.
As the cuff on her ankle was released, she rolled her ankle once and then stood up lept as she felt her wrist being held tight. She strided forward or tried to but she couldn’t escape his grip. So she twisted her leg towards his ankle, kicking it out as the boy with ginger hair dropped to his knees. As he hit the hardwood floor of this wagon cursing in an unfamiliar language. He reached out and grabbed at her, wrapping her in his strong arms and pinning her in place. Then a boy with dark blond hair that in the little pockets of sunlight touched his hair it became a light blond. A silver tin shined in his hand, as he flipped it between his fingers moving closer to her. Then he knelt down, his dress shoes tapping out a beat. He gripped her waist as she tried to get out of the other boy’s arms. Kicking , then she looked down as the silver tin in her hand opened with a small snap. Her golden eyes went to the small vile inside the small tin, and the needle at the end of it. Oh hell no, she thought. Fine then, you asked for it! She was desperate as Persephone when she ate six pomegranate seeds, wanting to go back home up to the fields. As she opened her chapped lips, salt from her tears slid into her mouth. She looked at the boy at the door just now, seeing an outline. She stopped struggling and felt the boy behind her calm down. Got you where I want you. Before the ginger haired boy had time to move, she quickly pressed her open lips to his arm and bit down till she tasted blood and tore bits of skin from his arm. When she lifted her mouth from there was a mark and blood laced her teeth. Skin peeled back from the spot, the freckled skin gone from his arm, replaced with the indents of her teeth. She turned her head and spit out the skin in her mouth and blood splattered onto the wall. As the boy's arms started to shake, she felt his tears fall onto her back.
She felt a sharp prick from her other arm only to look down to where a needle was stuck into her skin stinging as a liquid went under her skin. She felt a light head as the boy let her go and the blond and blue eyed boy caught her with one arm. Her eyes closed as everything went black & her breath slowed down, as if she was falling asleep.
The light-haired boy put one arm under her head and the other under her back. He stood up with the girl in his hands, frail as if she was a china doll or a delicate petal, as she hung limply in his arms. She still had the empty syringe in one hand, which lay across her body and he was trying to keep it out of the way of her delicate skin. He walked over to the open door of the wagon and jumped down onto the ground. The girl’s mint hair flying in her face covering up the cyclamen petal. An empty syringe in one hand crossed over the other. He was trying to keep it out of the way of her delicate skin.
The boy with the black hair swung the door closed as the third boy crossed his arms and put one hand over the bloody bite marks. His eyes had droplets under them as he stood there not screaming or crying anymore from the pain of the deep bite more like just sawing back and forth from the blood loss.
“ Hey, you take this girl will you? I have disposed of the needle and might as well take this idiot who got bitten. Everybody knows the number one rule: don't let your guard down when working with a patient.`` Quin passed the flower of a girl to the dark haired boy.
“ She won’t wake up halfway up the stairs, will she?” Dylan looked down at the girl. making sure to keep his silver left hand away from her skin , as if trying not to make her skin cold. There was a small scratch on the side of her cheek , blood trickling down her peachy looking cheek. He figured she had got it when she had kicked his mate. Right now in this moment, there was a tranquility to her almost as if she could be completely sane and.
“ Nope , you know me I always seem to knock out every girl I meet”, spoke Quin, the blond blue eyed kid.
They both looked at each other as Sparrow opened his dark red lips, “ Isn't that your job? You’re always the one to use the chemical because, ‘We’re too foolish to work with the dangerous chemicals,’” Sparrow said sarcastically but then winced.
“ Well they are not wrong are they? Come on mister, let's not follow the rules.” Quin turned to the men or eldest of the group.
“ Go on you two, get cleaned up,” said the Overseer with grey and brown mixed hair.
“Yes sir,” both of the boys walked off towards the Insane Asylum , Dylan joined them right behind Sparrow & Quin with a girl laid in his own arms, her limbs numb and unmoving except for a few twitches. Wallace, their team leader, staids by the wagon and lit an orange and white cigarette.
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