God her life sucked
God her life sucked. She was running from two psychos with blades after being kicked out by her mom for no apparent reason. She ran until she reached a dilapidated house. She launched over the fence and slammed through the unlocked back door. She tore through the house until she found a closet with clothes to hide behind. She just got settled into her spot when the psycho with the hockey mask and machete came stalking into the room. He looked around, trying to find her. He seemed to give up when the second psycho with the Halloween mask and knife appeared in the doorway. The two stopped and eyed one another. They nodded to each other as if they knew one another. Hockey mask shrugged and looked left and right. Halloween mask looked at the closet where their query was hidden and cocked his head towards it. He strode over and yanked her from her hiding spot and threw her to the floor. Both silent men stood over her. They simultaneously raised their weapons and she closed her eyes. She yelped as the blades pierced her body. The both seemed surprised that she was not dead. "I can't die okay? So can you please stop?" she begged of them. The two masked men retracted their arms. Halloween mask picked her up and dropped her on the bed. She lay there as he turned and trotted out of the room. He returned with a pad of paper and a pencil. 'What do you mean you can't die?' he wrote.
"I mean that nobody can kill me with guns or knifes or other stuff like that." She answered nervously. "You-you got a name?"
'I'm Michael and he's Jason.'
"Pleasure?" she said nervously. Jason gestured to the pad and Michael handed it over. Jason slowly scrawled on it then let her read it 'If you cant dye how cum you wer afraid of us?'
"I can still feel pain. Can I go now?" Michael retrieved the paper and wrote quickly 'No, you have seen where we hide.' Jason took the pad and wrote 'We also must hold up our reputions.'
"Reputions? You mean reputations?" she asked. Jason nodded and ducked his head.
'Your name?' Michael wrote.
"Lydia,"
'Welcome to our home.'
"Hey Michael, you live here, but Jason doesn't. How did you two meet and end up here?"
'Long story.'
"I got time."