Okay, this is my first fanfic, so bear with me. Sorry if I make any grammar mistakes, but like I said, first fanfic. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Isabel's POV

I didn't want to be running for my life in the middle of Providence, Rhode Island. But I was. With my best friend and a goat boy. But I guess that proves my point of having a screwed up life.

Okay, so maybe I should explain that.

"Hey," Xena Meyers, my best friend greeted me. I smiled at her as she walked up to my locker.

You see, Xena was a bit… different. She had short, jet-black hair in an emo style. Light freckles dotted her nose. Her eyes were electric blue with gray flecks. She didn't wear any makeup other than the black cat-eye eyeliner she wore every day. We were both fifteen, but our styles were totally different. She had on a black tank-top under a red-and-black plaid flannel, torn-in skinny jeans, and black leather combat boots. She was kind of punk, and had an I'm-going-to-kick-your-butt-if-you-even-think-about-messing-with-me-or-my-friends kind of attitude. I was a whole different story.

I had long, golden-blonde hair styled in corkscrew curls, lightly suntanned skin, hazel eyes, and a bit less of a kick-butt attitude. I didn't wear any makeup, and like I said, totally different styles. I wore a more simple getup- loose white tee shirt, light denim skinny jeans, and black Converse high tops, which went up to the middle of my calf.

We might've been totally different, but we were best friends. "Hey," I said back, smiling at her. We were in the hallway of our high school, in Providence, Rhode Island. Our next class was gym, a class I was actually good at. Xena said I had some serious issues for liking gym, but I liked it anyways.

We headed towards the locker rooms to change, making small talk every once in a while. Mostly talking about our families and stuff, but what else could we talk about? We both had our family issues.

You see, Xena and I didn't know our dads. It was just me and my mom at home, and Xena lived with her mom, stepdad, and younger stepsister. I always asked my mom about my dad, but she wouldn't say much about him, just that he was a very great guy.

We reached the girls' locker room quickly, and hurriedly changed into our orange-and-white gym uniforms and stuffing our regular clothes into a locker. I quickly tied my long hair back into a ponytail, Xena leaving hers down since it was so short.

I walked into the gym with Xena. "So, how fun do you think gym is gonna be today?" I asked her. She raised her eyebrows. "Isabel Truan, you need to see a doctor, now." I snorted as we joined the group of students all waiting for the coach to announce our activity. What I didn't know then was that we wouldn't get the chance to be told our activity for today.

As we waited, I felt a frantic tap on my shoulder. "What, Xena?" I asked, turning to look at her, but instead of seeing Xena behind me, it was a boy that looked pretty freaked out. I noticed that he wasn't wearing gym clothes, which was a bit weird, but he looked about my age.

He looked me with his frantic green eyes, and said, "Run, now." That caught me a bit off guard, but before I could ask what he meant, a deafening BANG! echoed thorough the gym. I heard several students scream, but I couldn't tell what they were screaming at.

I spotted Xena, and was shocked to see that the green-eyed boy was pulling her wrist, running towards where I stood. When they reached me, the boy, looking even more terrified, yelled, "Run! I'll explain everything later, but you have to run!"

That's when I saw what the other kids were screaming at. My eyes widened at the sight of it. The huge, ugly, one-eyed thing that crashed thorough the gym wall and was charging towards us. "What is that?" I yelped at the boy. He grabbed my wrist and ran out the gym door, dragging me and Xena behind him. He let go of our wrists so we could run faster.

When the three of us finally got outside, the cold air slammed into us like a wall, the wind whipping all around. Since Xena and I were wearing gym shorts, the cold was kind of intense. Suddenly, the green-eyed boy started removing his pants. "Okay, no, keep your pants on!" Xena yelled. But then I noticed something else- that he didn't have legs. Not human legs, anyways.

The boy kicked off his shoes, revealing hooves. Wait, what? "What are you?!" I asked, stunned. He looked at me, his eyes large. "I'm a satyr. The name's Mason, but that's not important now. You have to trust me!" Before I could respond, a roar came from inside the building, and it sounded close.

"Let's trust him," I decided, and ran after Mason. So, that's how we ended up running for our lives in the middle of October. Great story, right? Wrong. Because the story doesn't end here. In fact, it was just the beginning.