Prologue

The alarm bells for New Regional Asylum, goes off as a girl with pink hair, wearing a bloody orange jumpsuit, runs down the blood splattered halls. She was holding a pocket knife from one of her guards' pocket, which she used to kill them, in her right hand and a auto in her left. The girl was laughing maniacally as she killed the guards standing in her way to the door.

"Freeze, 0280! Return to your cell or else!" a guard says with fear in his voice. The girl throws the knife up into the air and as the guard looks at it, she shot him, taking his gun and slipping it into her waistband. She runs and noticed a group of guards down in the Prisoners Chambers and heard the yells of her rioting cell mates.

"Hey!" a guard yells when he spots the girl. She sprints to a wall with a painting of the warden on it. The tall, wide picture frame covers a hole that the girl has been digging for an escape route. A flashback to her being told by the warden to clean the floor in front of the hole plays in her mind.

"Clean your own god damn floors!" she mumbles to herself. The girl turned and saw the guards.

"End of the line, prisoner #0280!" on says. The girl smiles and draws both pistols and shoots at the guards with deadly accuracy. They drop like stone onto the floor. After she grabs their ammo, the girl disappears into the tunnel. As she crawls through the tunnels, the smell of feces and urine wafts through the air and it hits her, making her gag.

'Push through Mary, you're not giving up now!' the girl thought to herself. The girl, named Mary, came to an area where the toilet pipes were, she grabs a flashlight, she put there the night before, and follows the pipelines.

After about an hour, Mary comes to an opening that leads to a town sewer line. She walks through the dark sewers until she spots a manhole cover, walks over to the ladder and climbs up. She pushes up the manhole cover and was in a street in New Region. Mary puts the cover back and merges with the crowd of people until she bumps into a boy with a box of pizza in his hands, toppling them over with her on top. The boy has bushy brown hair and hazel eyes that stare into Mary's brown eyes and they both blush and look away from each other.

"I'm so sorry. My names Marco and I should've looked where I was going." the boy says. He stoops down and picks up his unopened pizza box and looks at Mary. "If you want, you can join me. I'm just going to watch a movie." he says.

"Um, sure." Mary says. Marco reaches out his hand and the girl takes it and they walk down the street.

Chapter 1

That was yesterday and Marco woke up to Mary asleep on his stomach. He brushed her hair behind her ear and smiled a little before checking the time. Marco gently moves Mary and he lays her head on a couch pillow and walks over to his closet and pulls out his Junior Reserve Officers Training Corps Army Combat Uniform. He lays it on the bed and grabs a towel from a stack of clean towels beside the bed. Mary woke up, just as Marco enters the bathroom to shower.

"Where am I?" Mary asks. She looks around the clean but furnished house. Then Mary heard the shower turn on and she went to investigate. She walks towards the door of the bathroom and knocks.

"Um, hello? Who's in there?" she asks.

"It's Marco!" Marco calls out. 'Oh, the boy I ran into last night.' Mary thought to herself. She looks around the house and decided she needed to apply for school and get a job and blend in with the world around her.

Marco caught the school bus to the Abbey and he walks into the office and found Mary sitting in a chair and filling out an application. 'Guess she goes here.' he thought to himself and walks off to speak to Principal Burr. She glanced up and Marco smiled and waves as he walks by.

"Marco, what do you need?" asks Ms. Stewart, the school's secretary. She was in her mid-fifties and has gray hair. She wore a black two piece suit too.

"Is Principal Burr in?" he asks.

"No, he's at a meeting in Bowery." Ms. Stewart says.

"Okay. Can you announce the swim meet? We need both male and female applicants." Marco says and he walks out of the office and into the crowded halls.

"Hey, Mark!" a voice calls out. Marco turns and a girl jumps at him and he catches her and swings her around.

"Michi!" he says, happy to see his best friend. "Where's Kira?" Marco asks, searching the crowd.

"At the Porcelain Cup with his brother." Michi says. She flicks her light brown hair out of her eyes.

"So, I met this cute girl." Marco says. Michi's heart flutters a little. 'Does he mean me?' she thought to herself and starts to blush.

"When?" she asks, with hope in her voice.

"Last night. i accidentally bumped into her. i invited her over and we watched a movie." Marco says. 'Oh.' Michi thought, as her heart dropped. "Her name's... Hmm. I told her my name but didn't get hers. I'll go ask her right now." Marco says and he turns around.

"Wait, she's here?" Michi asks.

"Yeah, I'll ask her." Marco replies and he steps back into the office to speak to Mary. "I don't believe I asked for you name." he told her.

"It's…Jody." Mary lies. "Jody Foster!"

"If you want, afterschool, I can walk you home." Marco says.

"I'm looking for a place right now." Mary says.

"Well, I guess you can live with me if you want." Marco says.

"Thank you, I'll think about it." Mary says. Marco walks off and wraps his arm around Michi, making her blush.

"Ready to go?" he asks.

"Y-yeah." Michi says.

Marco was falling through the air and he then dives into the pool. He swims upward and broke through the surface of the water and sucked in a lungful of air. Marco listens to the playful voices of the other swimmers as he swam to the ledge and pulls himself up. Mary was sitting in the bleacher and was watching him. She waves and Marco waves back and walks to the locker room to change. Marco grabs his bag and walks out of the locker room and meets up with Jody.

"Hey, Jody!" he says.

"Hey Marco, ready?" she asks.

"Yeah!" he says. They walk to the bus and get on. Marco closes his eyes and sleeps. When he reopens them, he was at his stop. He stood up and stretched and he and Mary got off of the bus and they walk to the door and Marco grabs the keys from his pocket and opens the door.

"It's not much but it's home." he says.

"Oh, well I like it!" Mary says. Marco tosses his pack on the couch as he walks to the kitchen.

"What do you want to eat?" he asks.

"I don't know, don't have a preference." Mary says. Marco starts rattling around the kitchen and starts to boil noodles in a pot of water. He walks out of the kitchen and heads to the stairs and up to his room and closes the door behind him. He starts taking off his damp clothes and grabs a towel, when he heard a knock on the door.

"Sorry to bother you! But, do you have a set of clothes I could wear?" Mary asks. Marco grabs a nightshirt and sweatpants and he walks to the door. He cracks the door and held them to Mary and she took them.

"That's all I got right now." Marco says.

After the Chicken Alfredo dinner, Marco was about to wash the clothes but Mary stops him as he goes to separate the clothes.

"I got this, Marco." she says.

"Nah, it's cool. I have it." Marco tells her.

"Nah. To show my appreciation, I'll do the laundry." Mary replies.

"Okay, then!" Marco says with a relieved feeling. "If you say so. Looks like it's getting really late." he says and he walks past Mary and points to his bedroom and says,

"You sleep up there." He turns to leave when Mary grabs the sleeve of his shirt.

"Hm? What's wrong, Jody?" Marco asks.

"Please don't leave me, alone!" she says.

"I'll just be down the hall." Marco says.

"Please! At least just this once." Jody begs.

"Sure, why not?" Marco says with a sigh.

At 9:00 p.m., Marco woke up and he saw Mary draped over him. He kisses her forehead and gently moves her and he stood up and went to the bathroom. Marco stood at the sink and splashed cold water in his face and, as he looks into the mirror, he remembers the death of his parents.

"I will find your murderer, so help me God, and I'll kill them myself!" Marco says and he punched the mirror and he shatters it, blood dripping from the cut on his hand.