AN: Rewrite of an old crappy fic into something a bit more acceptable. It'll be a bit slow the first two chapters but after that the story takes off and the plot starts to reveal itself. Enjoy!

"God... I can't concentrate today..."

A young woman was sitting in a hard and cold desk at school. High school to be exact. You know, the place where it'll be the best years of your life? You go to proms and parties and all of those fun things. High-school isn't the funnest place for some though. There are others who positively despise parties and having to deal with intense amounts of social interaction. Some who would rather stay at home or hang out with a very small group of friends, maybe even just one friend. They could all just sit around and talk, watch movies, play games, and stuff their faces with various fattening foods. Now that's what filled the bill for particular individuals. Such as the young woman sitting in the uncomfortable desk, taking a test. Geometry to be precise.

"You have five minutes left to finish your tests," The elderly teacher informed all her students from her desk. The young woman, who is currently the subject of interest, absolutely loathed that teacher. Her lessons were frustrating, and she spoke faster than anybody could write. The young woman speculated the teacher expected them to already KNOW the material so she wouldn't have to dumb it down at all.

"Damn it, five minutes... screw it I'm gonna fail anyways..." The young woman muttered softly under her breath as she jotted down a few answers she made under quick assumptions. This would most likely be another test she'd have to retake. But who cared? It was Friday. The most important day of the week in any busy highschool student's life. Friday meant staying up late and not having to worry about homework until the last minute on Sunday. It was a beautiful thing.

After hastily writing her name at the top of her test, the young woman slid the paper onto her teacher's desk. "Thank you, Peyton," The elderly woman said with a sweet smile. Peyton, the young woman that is continuously being mentioned loathed that smile. She hated how forced it looked, and how much it was laced with less than kind feelings. Well, that's what she assumed anyways. That was Peyton's problem. She constantly made assumptions about people and their actions. Peyton was a very paranoid girl, who always thought someone was out to stab her in the back.

The rest of her monotonous school day went on as usual. A choir class, some foreign language lessons, a spot of lunch, speech class, and her day was done! Oh yes, she felt pure joy when that bell finally rang. Freedom from school at last! Peyton collected her school supplies, which were very disorderly mind you. Every paper she had recieved throughout her school year so far, she had stuffed into a big pink binder. And not once did she clean it out. So papers were constantly threatening to fall out and spew everywhere. It would certainly create a disaster in the hallway if she were to ever drop it!

Thankfully, no such incident occured as she rushed to her locker. She fiddled with the rusty combination lock for a moment, and then pulled open her locker. After forcing a few items in and pulling out her purple backpack, Peyton grabbed her puffy red winter coat and slid it on. "Finally, I'm going to get so much sleep this weekend.." Peyton mumbled to herself. Peyton had a bad habit of talking too herself far too often for comfort. But perhaps it allowed her thoughts to take more shape.

Peyton shoved a knitted hat onto her messy, short, and bright red hair and headed for the large front doors of the school. Her small and freckled hands forced each set of doors open. A chilled wind hit her face as she walked outside. Winters in South Dakota were often very cold and full of snow. It was one of the first snows of the season. Three inches of it hit the town just the other night. Luckily, Peyton had prepared for such weather. She had her boots with faux fur lining them, her winter coat, and her knitted hat with flaps that covered her ears. Peyton was used to the cold, since she had lived in harsh conditions such as this since her birth. The extremely cold winters, and the hot and muggy summers. Nothing she couldn't handle, as long as she had the appropriate clothing for it.

Peyton started walking down the sidewalk that was dirtied with snow. As she crossed a few crosswalks she tried her best to avoid getting run over by inexperienced teen drivers who were in a rush to get home. If there was one thing that would ruin her Friday, it was getting ran over by a car. After safely crossing the most dangerous part of her walk, she let out a tiny sigh of relief as she always did. She'd have to find some way around that soon so she no longer had to risk her life trying to get home.

While walking in her usual route to reach home, an uneasy feeling washed over her. As if she was being watched or followed. She visibly shuddered a bit as a chill creeped up her spine. Peyton looked about to see if anyone was watching her or possibly taking the same route. There wasn't a single soul around. Peyton sighed a little and returned to walking. Peyton assumed it was just her paranoia acting up as usual.

As she felt a wet and smelly cloth being forced into her face, all that self doubt seemed to blow away with the wind. Her immediate reaction was to kick and flail, trying to get out of the arms of her sudden attacker. After managing to wrench the clothed hand out of her face, she let out a loud and shrill squeal to alert somebody of what was going on. She pleaded inside her head for someone to have heard it. "Stop it! Let go of me!" She shrieked as her attacker tried to force the cloth over her face again. Peyton wasn't going to let someone take her. She'd keep on fighting and screaming, until someone came and saved her!

All her efforts were for naught though. She was easily pulled back into the attacker's grasp, and once again the cloth tainted with a foul chemical smell was forced over her mouth and nose. Peyton was small, and not that strong. So of course it'd be easy for someone to overpower her. Her cries were muffled as her attacker began to drag her away. Peyton still continued to resist. She put all her weight into her legs and made her body limp. This made it somewhat difficult for the attacker to take her, but he still managed to drag her across the snowy ground. Peyton continued kicking at his shins and trying to force the cloth away. Her attempts started to become weaker as her mind and vision started becoming hazy. Tears welled in her eyes as she truly believed this was the end. This person was going to take her away and do something terrible to her; be it murder or rape. Soon, everything drew to a blank.

When reality returned, it hit her hard. She felt exhausted, and her body was like lead. It took a great effort to move any part of her body. Her thought process had been handicapped as well. She couldn't think clearly, all her thoughts were little random drabbles and observations. None of them made sense really. People with deep voices were talking, no bickering to one another. Their voices were hushed whispers, but their tones were panicky and angry.

"Why would you bring a kid!?" The voice of an older man hissed.

"It was the only person we could find on short notice! He doesn't have a lot of time left and we're out of options here!" A younger voice retorted.

Peyton groaned a little and tried to sit up. Her body still felt heavy, so it was too hard to even try. Plus, her mind was far too fuzzy to give herself any self-motivation to try and get up. So she just let her back fall back down to the hard surface she was laying on. As she lay there, she could hear another person groan too, followed by hacking and coughing. Whoever it was did not seem to be in the best shape at all.

"He can go at any second! We have to do it!" The young voice shouted.

There were quiet murmurs and a little bit more arguing before a bright light was shined over her. Peyton squeezed her eyelids shut. She even felt too weak to even turn her head away from the light. An ice cold hand touched her belly and slid her shirt up, stopping before it went to her chest. Peyton shuddered a little and squirmed.

"Okay, this is going to hurt a little. But please stay still," The older voice told her in a soft and calming tone. If she was in her right mind, she would have struggled to the very end. But she wasn't, so she just laid there and didn't move. A sharp pain hit her side. She gasped a tiny bit as the ebbing pain increased. Something cold and metal was being used to carve something into her flesh! Peyton whimpered and started moving slightly, some energy starting to return to her. Strong hands quickly held her down though as the carving continued. Peyton began to struggle more vigorously.

"Give her more chloroform," the older man ordered. Once more a cloth was forced over her mouth and nose. Her mind blurred and everything faded.

AN: I'd love some reviews, but I understand if you're too lazy too or didn't like the fic. I know that feel man.