Disclaimer-I do not own Holes
A/N-Some of you that have a fictionpress account might have seen some of this first chapter in a book there called Outcast, but I originally was going to use it in a Holes fiction so I am kind of reusing it. But Vivian is nothing like she is in the Outcats book and I might make her a werewolf in this story.
I ran as fast as I could, my legs burning and my heart pounding. It was completely dark and the only thing I could see was the red and blue lights that flashed behind me. I heard people calling after me, but I paid no attention. Suddenly the ground was gone and pain rushed through my body. I tried to get up but that only caused the pain to worsen. Something dug into my whole body. Blood filled my mouth and I heard someone scream. It sounded so far away, but at the same time, so close. I felt light shine on my face but I was to afraid to open my eyes. I was breathing hard and I felt wet.
"Dear Lord! Someone call an ambulance," A rough voice ordered. By this time I had realized that it was me that was screaming. I found the courage to open my eyes and saw an officer standing over me. I looked around, but flinched when something scraped my face.
"Help me," I said, my voice was hoarse from screaming.
"Don't move, the paramedics are on the way," he soothed. I suddenly found it extremely difficult to keep my eyes open and before I could stop myself I slipped into a dark haze.
I woke up in a hospital bed, but everything was still blurry. As my vision cleared I saw my mother, Angel Moore, asleep in the chair beside my bed, her hand holding mine tightly. My whole body hurt and I couldn't remember why. I looked at my arms and gasped. My body was full of bloodied cuts. When I say 'my body' I don't mean just one here and there. No, it looked like I was ran over by a lawn mower and sown back together. My mom opened her eyes and started to cry.
"My poor baby girl," she sobbed as she hugged me. I pulled away because of the pain.
"What happen?" I asked, I winced as my throat protested my voice.
"You don't remember? You ran from the cops and fell straight into a barbwire pit. You've been unconscious for four days, the doctor said you lost so much blood," she said. I looked at her confused.
"I need to talk to the doctor," I insisted and as if on cue a tall women walked in and smiled.
"Why do you need to talk to me?" she asked. I nodded toward my scarred hand.
"How long will I have these scars?" I demanded. She frowned.
"I'm sorry to tell you Ms. Myers, but there is nothing I can do about your scars. You will most likely be scarred the rest of your life. They may fade, but they will never completely vanish," she explained. My mom broke down into another sob feast. I curled my white-blonde hair around my pale finger.
"What did the cops want from me?" I asked. Mom wiped her eyes.
"They needed to talk to you about Dylan Wright, but instead of talking to them you ran," she said, a spark of disappointment in her eyes. Dylan Wright was my best friend, I wasn't going to turn her in. Just then two cops came in and asked my mother to leave. Once she was gone they started in on me.
"Vivian Myers, we found a large abundance of cocaine in Dylan Wright's car and we know you have information on her location," the larger officer said. I looked away. I knew where Dylan was; she ran away with her new born son and fiance shorty before this whole thing happened. I opened my mouth to tell them to shove it, but different words flowed from my mouth before I could stop them.
"It's mine," I said. They looked at me shocked.
"Excuse me," the other one said. I shrugged.
"The Coke is mine. I was suppose to sell it to another friend, but I left it in Dylan's car," I lied. The big officer sighed.
"Well, then I guess we'll see you in court after you recover," he said.
Two weeks later
I sat on an old yellow bus, sweat pouring from my face as I tried to fan myself with a book that I found in my duffle bag. A guard sat in the front, a gun resting on his lap as he watched me. I gave him a weird look and scooted closer to the window and stuck my headphones in. After my recovery the judge sent me to a place called Camp Green Lake for twenty months. I glanced out the window and stared in shock at the large holes that covered the desert surface. Great! I am going to get eaten by huge worms, I said, rolling me eyes and smiling at my little joke. All of a sudden the bus came to a halt that sent my five foot body flying into the seat in front of me.
"Get off," the bus driver growled. I shot him a glare as I walked off the bus. I was greeted with the blazing sun, but as I tried to back up the guard pushed me.
"Keep moving," he hissed. I grunted at their rudeness, but kept going. I was led into a small office. I sighed with relief as the cool air kissed my face. A man sat at an old desk and I couldn't help but to laugh at his cowboy-looking clothes.
"Vivian Myers," he asked," take a seat." I sat down in front of him and waited for him to continue. "So, in here for drugs, huh? Think they're cool?" I shrugged and he dismissed the guard and stood up. "This isn't a girl scout camp and just because you're the only girl doesn't mean you get special treatment."
"What do you mean 'only girl'? I asked alarmed.
"You are the first girl to be accepted into the camp," he explained, "Anyways, my name is Mr. Sir. You will use my name when you address me, is that clear?" he asked.
"Yes sir, Mr. Sir, sir," I smirked. He glared at me and motioned for me to follow him outside. I mentally groaned, but followed anyways.
"Look around, what do you see?" he asked.
"Sand," I answered.
"What about guard towers or barbed fences?" he asked. I flinched as he mentioned the wire, but he ignored it.
"No," I replied.
"So, if you wanna run away go for it! But you'll last two, maybe three days cause we have the only water for miles around," he informed me. I looked at him.
"I'm not running away," I promised.
"Good. Now you are required to dig a five by five hole everyday," he said, walking into a small shed were I was handed two orange jumpsuits and a pair of ugly boots. "You will be given two outfits, one for work and one for relaxation, every three days your relaxation clothes become you work clothes and you will receive a new outfit for relaxation," he said. Before I could say anything the door flew open and short man waltzed in. He had on a sunhat, shorts, a button-up shirt, and socks that reached his knees.
"Vivian, I want you to know that just because you did some bad things that does not make you a bad person," he said, grabbing my hand and shaking it. "I'm Dr. Pendanski." I grimaced and I noticed Mr. Sir getting fidgety behind me. "You guys start that touchy-feel shit then I'm leaving," he muttered. Dr. Pendanski led me outside where a few boys ran into each other while they studied me.
"Dude, it's a girl!" they shouted, causing others to look in my direction and I was relieved that I had chosen to wear a long sleeve shirt and pants and I let my hair cover my scarred face . I moved behind Pendanski and we continued to head to where ever we were going.
"You will be staying in 'D' tent. It stands for Diligence," he said. I nodded and pretended I knew what that meant. Once we got to the tent with a 'D' on the side he opened the flap and motioned for me to walk in. Once inside I was greeted by seven boys, who looked at me in shock.
"Mom, what's a girl doing here?" a black boy with thick glasses asked. I looked through my hair at him boredly.
"Rex, this is Vivian and she is your new tent mate," Pendanski explained.
"My name ain't Rex, it's X-ray, and that's Armpit, Squid, Magnet, Zig-Zag, Caveman, and Zero," X-ray said, directing the last part at me.
"Well Vivian, as you can see they all have their little nick names, but I prefer to call them by the names their parents gave them," Pendanski explained. I looked back at the boys confused.
"You want to be called Armpit?" I asked shocked. A heavy-set black boy grunted.
"You have a problem with it?" he shot back. I shook my head and moved slightly closer to Pendanski.
"Well I have to go. Magnet will be your mentor and I expect all of you to treat Vivian with respect," he warned before walking off. Magnet approached me and grinned.
"I'll show you to your cot," he said, gently pushing me towards the back to an empty cot. Just as I was about to put the sheet of X-ray walked over and ripped it out of my hands.
"Don't think that just because you're a girl that you're getting any special treatment," he growled and threw the sheet on the floor. I looked at it sadly and Caveman picked it up and started to put in on my bed.
"Don't listen to him. His bark is worse then his bite," he reassured me as the others left. I narrowed my eyes at the opening and growled.