Myranda Rodriguez
I do not remember much of what happened… All I can
remember were those two strangers and what they've done to me…
I had awoke in a strange place - a warehouse chock full of large
masses of edibles. I was lying on the floor behind a giant box of
granola, unsure of how I got there. I couldn't move. A sharp pain
pulsed through my entire body. I was suffering from what appeared to
be a large gash in my abdomen, perhaps a stab wound. I had no choice
but to stay perfectly still on the cold ground, any of my movements
could potentially be fatal to my injured figure.
Hours passed. My hands became heavily bloodied due to
attempts to keep my wound from spilling any more liquid. My mind
became fuzzy and my vision blurry as I looked up. The sounds of
footsteps echoed through the warehouse as the two figures approached
my defenseless body. My milky white wings twitched at the sight of a
young man and woman. The man’s beige hair flipped in his motion as
his maroon orbs met my own turquoise ones. The young woman did the
same, clementine ponytail flipping behind her as my orbs only met one
emerald eye, the other hidden behind her curtain of tangerine locks.
Both of them wore a deep pine green bandana over their nose, draped
past their jawlines. The pair glanced at each other and nodded.
“P-Please… help…” My words were almost inaudible as the
beige haired male carefully lifted me up in his arms, a groan escaping
my lips. The ominous pair slowly strolled out of the warehouse with me
in custody, my body being taken to a strange black car. My heart began
to race tremendously as the orange haired woman opened the trunk.
Fear arose as I was gently placed inside. The man that carried me
looked at his partner.
“Get the kit.” The sudden recognition of his voice struck me as I
looked at him in my lying form.
“W-What are… you going to do… t-to me…?” Realizing it was a
little easier to speak in my new position, the maroon-eyed young man
looked down at the wound, than back at my features. “I'm gonna patch
you up. Sew up that hole and make you better.” As I heard those
words, my anxiety lessened to only nervousness as the emerald-eyed
young woman emerged from the darkness of the night with a first-aid
Montage, May 2017
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