My heart raced as I sprinted through the hallways of the empty school at 50% speed, though it was pretty fast. My mind was racing mall at top speed, almost laughing in delight would it not be for the 6 foot guy chasing me.

Let me explain.

Flashback:

I had decided to go late night car racing with my buddies. I was the only girl in this group of guys with the balls to get into a perfectly harmless car and race the fuck out of it and win jackpots. Dangerous? Fuck yes. Illegal? Hell yeah. Fun? You fucking bet.

I had two different outfits each in several different colors. I had a cheer leading uniform, though it wasn't an actual uniform, it was a halter top of solid color that bore my midriff paired with tight pants of the matching color, and all white, sparkling tennis shoes. I raced in my other uniform, an almost NASCAR-like jumpsuit, the kind that Pitt Girls wear, but I'm definitely not a Pit Girl, I tear up a car. Hehe.

My mom never knew why I brought several colors of halters, pants, and leather jumpsuits.

I slipped on the white halter and pants, sliding on the tennis shoes, and tied my very thick and long dreadlocks up into a tight bun and putting a cap over it.

Sitting in my desk chair, I pack a lock pick set, a small flash light, and other small accessories into a belt. Tying my belt around my waist, I silently cross my room and open my window. Climbing out carefully, I drop down to the grass, since my room was on the ground floor, and creep quietly into the garage. Uncovering a form in the back of the garage, I wheel my silent black motorcycle out the garage, grabbing my helmet. I stare up at the South Carolina night and throw my leg over my baby, my bike. Pulling on my helmet, I rev the engine and smirk to myself.

It's time to roll.

End Flashback

This leads me to here, being chased by a policeman with several of my idiot and drunk buddies stumbling along behind laughing their asses off.

Yeah, I was 15 while most of the others were 18+. Not a huge age gap, plus they fucking act like little kids. Speaking of, one of them tripped on his feet and went sprawling. I would have continued running, but this idiot was screaming even if he was drunk. Screaming in pain.

" OH MY FUCKING GOD, MY FUCKING ANKLE. ALYSON I FUCKING BROKE MY ANKLE, OH MY GOD THIS SHIT HURTS, ALLYSON WITH YOUR FINE ASS, KISS IT BETTER FOR ME?"

Now I would have definitely fucking stepped all over his 'broken' ankle, but the thing was even when he was drunk and screaming this shit, his pain sounded for real. I doubled back and heaved him over my shoulder. No, I'm not that strong, I'll probably be regretting this in the morning, but adrenaline does wonderous things to the human body.

All the other idiots were probably long gone, but Mr. Policeman was very much so catching up, and quickly too. I was slowed down, to a job, with heavy idiot on me, but I was very much so outrunning dude until I came to a dead end, and I let out a curse and turned my back to the wall, the idiot asking why I stopped.

I hushed him as the policeman shined his very bright ass light in my face and spoke into his radio.

"Can't run anywhere now little girl, please put your hands where I can see them. You have the right to remain silent, and anything you say may and will be used against you in court?" He approaches cautiously.

I really didn't see a way out of this, fuck, I'm so screwed this will so be on my public record.. until

" Aly, girl you have to run, you have the brightest future in SC, you need to run." Idiot turned Brandon whispered in my ear.

I whimpered at him one of my arms raised. " But what about you?"

"Girl, I already have a record, what's one more charge of illegal racing going to do? Girl I can afford the attorney's and shit."

" But they will get you for resisting..."

" That can be cleared up as well, girl, just go! Put me down and act the part of caught."

" A..are you sure?" I slowly stared at the officer, fear shooting through me as his gun was out.

" Definitely, whatever happens, remember that we love you like family, girly." He suddenly cried out loudly, and drunk. " OFFICER... Oh gawd, Officer... I think I ..I think I fucking broke my ankle... oh my god it hurts so bad.. please officer.. you have to call an ambulance!"

Suddenly the gun went off, and I cried out, only to stumble back in shock, a burning sensation registering in my mind before a thud was heard.

Fuck... this was my favorite color...

"GO! Officer! Go get the ambulance.. oh my god, I'm so sorry Officer, I'm so drunk.. but I'm 21! And, and my ANKLE oh my god my "

That was definitely my cue and I sprinted past them, letting out a small sob as I ran the way we came, yes, towards the car garage where the police squad came and busted us. My bike was there and that hunk of metal is MY hunk of metal.

I was creeping around the flashing lights of several police vehicles, stupidly left to just sit here some with keys in ignitions I saw when I heard the radio of one ring out very clearly.

It fizzled into the air, stopping me in my tracks.

"We have some gang activity on 21st and Queens. There is a long list of names including ..."

It was fizzling, but one thing suddenly rang clear, and made my heart jump to my throat.

" Susan Porter married to Mark Porter... Marik and Alyson Porter biological and adopted son and daughter of said couple wanted dead and unrecognizeable" and the policeman again rattled off more names from the list that he probably found somewhere.

A sob once again tore through my throat as I spot my bike and fucking hitting 100 mph going down the street. The bullet graze on my side was not as important to 4 people's lives.

I get home in less than five minutes allowing the bike to fall on it's side in the grass and bolted into the house. I dash into my mom's room and bust the door open. Pulling off my hair bonnet, I was met with surprised and shocked faces.

"We need to leave this house, NOW!" I release a very loud sob, once again, and turn on my heel.

Shaking out my locks, I drop to my knees and pull out several suitcases ignoring the catch in my side. I suddenly see my parents in front of me, my brother was yanking me up from the floor and slapped me in the face, softly, yet firmly enough to wake me from my hysteria.

I look back to my parents, realization finally dawning over me. My eyes lower as I whisper barely loud enough. "We need to talk…" Not even aware of the tears running down my face until now.

While I absentmindedly hold my side, I whisper."It looks like we are all targets of some gang or something. And they want to KILL us." I pivot to stare at them, "and for some reason, too."

"I'll explain what I do, after you explain what you guys do." I state coldly, sitting on top of the safe.

And for the next two and a half hours (with me tapping my watch every few minutes), they've been telling me that they run an underground market for protection programs, body guards, and everything along those lines. It didn't surprise me that I'm adopted; I've been noticing that my brother, well my adopted brother has began to look at me differently. Ever since I've developed and had a growth spurt, well, more than one type of growth spurt. The also told me that they've never had to relocate.

And so, I told them about my late night escapades, they got very pissed off until I said that I don't screw around... with humans. I told them about my martial arts, the reasoning behind the self defense which I didn't go into too much detail in, I barely held back a shudder, weapons training, my motorcycle, and my racing. I did show them the contents of my safe: two silver laptops that the government doesn't even have them, because I built them, a whole box of hand guns and extra magazines. Sometimes a girl had to have some things in her back pocket to defend herself with.

I see my parents let out sighs of relief. They must have been holding this in forever. I grab my mom's hand: "I think it's best for us to leave this house, actually leave the state to go to a tucked away place." I stand up staring at the world map hanging on the entire surface of one of my walls.

Why the parents chose the next city, I pack my room up. Filling my suitcases, I warily watch my parents, trying to hear what exactly they're saying. Using all my suitcases and large handbags, I pack away my clothes, the laptops in separate traveling cases, giving one to Malik, lock my safe and put it in a box along with my other things. Yes, I have a lot of things.

Leaning against the door to my parents' room, I watch them. "One more thing: we have an extra car besides my bike." They look up and I smile innocently while pulling out a grenade.

"You might want to pack more quickly." I look at my watch, carrying all my bags out to my car, uncovering the camouflage and placing all my bags behind the front seat. I find the keys and pull the car in front of the open garage door. Hurrying towards my bike, I roll it out and secure it to the trunk of the a tan-ish Toyota Corolla. The Toyota I renovated from a junk yard, looks pretty good. I figured, since I don't have a license yet, that my brother would drive. I see Malik as I pass him to go into the house and I throw him the keys, rolling my eyes as he stares at it.

I shout into the house. "It is 4:30; I want to be out of here by sunrise!" I set the grenade under the stove, and hopefully it would destroy the entire house...

And half an hour later, a large explosion rocked the car as we sped off to the west heading towards a small, rainy place called Forks, Washington. Looking out the window, I sigh heavily. Here we come….

PRESENT:

Mmmm, yeah since I didn't really remember my injury until we got to where we were going, my parents and brother freaked the fuck out when I passed out from blood loss, me hiding it for so long was amazing. I had awakened in a hospital somewhere in Washington, the state. Yeah, needles are very freaky looking in the hands of the palest man I've ever seen, with hair I'd love to run my hands through and coo over. Doctor Hottie bandaged me up, and gave me lots and lots of painkillers because apparently this type of graze would hurt very bad.

Anyways.

We had left in the beginning of winter after my first semester of junior year of high school, I had to enroll in the local public school. We had concealed our identity well; my parents were still running their business with one of the lap tops; I had applied for a job, at the local hospital as a secretary, and I actually get my own office! Isn't that totally COOL? They were quite excited to hire me, seeing as I look scholarly and I can type. They pay quite well for being a minor, 7.50 an hour, four hours a day, four days a week, certainly isn't minimum wage. I was hired that very day. Mainly because I pulled off the wounded puppy look so very well while being drugged up.

Surprisingly we moved in the exact day that a girl moved in with her father. My parents invited them over for a friendly get together and all of us clicked just like that. I guess you could say that she became my running buddy. I guess opposites attract, because her and her 5'4" frame and pale skin may look petite and reserved, compared to my 5'7" dark skinned and muscular thick self, her personality is a bit on the contrary. She's as clumsy as can be and I had to keep an eye on her just walking across the carpet, which is an adventure I'd have to tell you about sometime.

All in al: this place with its crappy weather was a really good choice . . .

Now about her walking across the carpet, it all started when my brother had decided to walk over to her house while we were having a movie night with ... I actually think that's enough said.

Hehe.