My name is Pandora Harmony Middleton, and my story begins with me running for my life, running from the two guys chasing me, running from the Darkness, running from my past. Don't get me wrong; running is my thing. In fact, this whole set of events began with me planning on running away from my 57th foster home (it's a national record; maybe even worldwide!), when Dumb and Dumber broke in through my window! Talk about rude...I barely escaped, and that was a month ago. They've been chasing me ever since.
I know I was planning on leaving anyways, but it was supposed to be on my terms! Not with these two hooligans chasing me 24/7, shouting odd things like "Give us your box!" (I think that's slang for cooch, those pigheaded bastards.)
Anyways, on top of that, just ten minutes ago an earthquake started. Right on time too, because I was totally a goner. Those idiots had managed to catch up with me, only for all three of us to get knocked to the ground. And then, a dark, black cloud rolled over us. Just being in the cloud I felt something swell inside me. Not pain, no it was something much more primal that I couldn't lay a finger on. Then I felt it, that familiar tingle I had been getting more and more frequently these past few weeks. The one that urged me to do the only thing I truly knew how to do.
I ran.
And I ran fast.
It's a good thing I did too, because just seconds after I scrammed, I heard them start screaming. I recognized that kind of scream, the kind that rips your throat to shreds, the kind that leaves you exhilarated and exhausted both at once, the kind that reveals who you truly are to the world. A scream of pure, unadulterated fear.
Something (probably the tingle) told me that they were seeing their worst fears. And they were not pretty. And that to avoid the same fate, I had to keep moving...
Right as I realized this, I saw her, looming up in the Darkness, a beacon of hope. I panicked. I turned sharply to the left and heard a crack just moments before I face planted. Nice going, Midi! I fell to the ground, skinning my hands, but I was more concerned with the glaring failure of my ankle, who had chosen the most (im)perfect time to break. I rolled my eyes and hauled my skinny ass back up, wobbling along as fast as I possibly could. That's where I find myself now. Running with a limp.
Strangely enough, I wasn't entirely shocked at the Darkness. I mean, I had seen some pretty messed up things growing up. Mainly, things that go bump in the night. Don't believe me? Fine, that's your prerogative. I know what I saw.
What I didn't see was the black car in front of me. I slammed into it at full force, sliding over the hood and landing painfully on my already broken ankle. (Ironically, I think the second fall set it back in place.) I heard a muffled sound of protest come from the car (Kit?), but I couldn't be sure for two reason:
1. The Darkness was loud. Like, roaring wind loud.
2. She had popped out again.
Now, I'm not exactly sure what happened next. My heart either sped up or stopped entirely. All I know is that the level of blood in my head changed drastically, and I blacked out.