Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-66.205.130.226-20191230231245/@comment-66.205.130.226-20191231000627

Chapter one.

Amy was tired. She had been on the run for days and she barely had time to sleep. Although she was on a bus that wouldn't stop for another thirty minuets, she knew she couldn't rest. She had to be constantly alert. Anyone on the bus could be an enemy. Anyone.

They had been chasing Amy for days, ever since they tried to kidnap her at her house. Thank goodness her parents were on a vacation. Amy had been prepared of course. Since the second Amy got home, she had been teaching her self baisic defense, and gathering weapons and supplies. It was all worth it. If Amy didn't know how to fight she never would have been able to escape their grasp for the past two weeks. Over the past two weeks she had and encounter with the Neverseen seven times. Each time she barely escaped.

When she finally reached her stop Amy got off. It was just a small town somewhere in the Nevada desert. There was nothing special about it, but Amy needed to restock her supplies. As she walked into a small seven eleven she made sure there were no security cameras.

Crap, Amy thought, there was one in a far corner of the store. Amy wasn't sure, but she was pretty sure the Neverseen was hacking into the security cameras to track her. Amy ran her fingers through her short hair and sighed. She had cut it short hoping that it would make it harder for the Neverseen to track her. It worked for three days before the Neverseen cought on. Now she just had to settle for a baseball cap and fake glasses.

Amy observed the camera and walked over to it blind spot, a small aisle with some snacks. Just what Amy needed. When she walked to the casheir she made sure the camera could only see the back of her head. Amy didn't realy know when she started thinking like a survivor. Some time over the last few weeks it started kicking in. She started analysing people, trying to see if they were trustworthy, she was constantly alert and trying to drink in every detail. Before her mind was filled with school work and games and music, now her mind was filled with ways to survive.

"Are you paying in cash?" The employee asked.

"Uh, yeah," Amy said, sure to keep her head down as she reached into her pocket for some money.

Amy walked outside and was just about to go to the bus station when she heard the sound of footprints. Amy tensed, read to grab her bat, Martha (she named it) from her backpack.

"Long time no see." Amy said, not even turning around,"Wind dude."

"Please stop calling me that" said a nasal voice from behind her.

Amy turned around, bat at the ready. Two other hooded figures stood next to the man Amy liked to Wind dude.

"I will never stop calling you that." Amy remarked.

Amy charged. Although Amy was no match for them, she still was able to fight them off well. She dogded their hits and blows. But she knew the fight would not end well. She normally just beat them up enough so she could make a quick getaway, but three was to many and she was tired. Slowly she began to wear down. One of the people was a Flasher and was constantly blinding her, the other was probably a telepath because he seemed to guess her every move. Suddenly one of the members grabbed her by the neck, choking her. She felt a pain in her thigh and looked down. The member had injected a sedative.

She began to feel the world slowing down as the sedative kicked in, and a kind voice inside her head told her to go to sleep.

But I can't, Amy thought, I'm in danger.

It's alright, the other part of her said, Your tired, you should sleep

Sleep, Amy thought, what a novelty sleep was to her.

Sleep

Sleep, Amy agreed.

And so Amy let herself drift into the relife of sleep.