.:Authors note:. Welcome to Le Chemin, that's French for 'The Path'. Anyways, I do not own transformers; they rightfully belong to Hasbro/Takara. I do however own Zakky Roberts. I'll let you read now :D.
.:Chapter one:.
What'd she do to deserve this?
Zakky Roberts walked down the sidewalk with quickness in her pace; nervously glancing over her shoulder from time to time to see if anyone was following her. She had gotten three football players in trouble for beating up an unpopular boy in the hall and they had said that she would pay for her mistake. She could just run, they'd probably be walking home by now and they could catch up to her. Or she could just walk into a populated area and avoid being seen.
The sophomore didn't take any of this into consideration, she just kept walking. She knew they wouldn't catch up to her, she left school about fifteen minutes ago, that meant she was at least fifteen minutes ahead of them, which was good.
Her house wasn't that far away either, and those punks didn't know where she lived…or at least she hoped they didn't.
Zakky lived with her older sister and brother, Lisa and Ricky. Their parents lived all the way in Massachusetts and they lived in Seattle. Lisa had chosen to move and Ricky was right beside her. Their parents didn't want Zakky (Zarahphina was her real name) to go with her siblings because they were too 'immature' for their own good. Zakky thought differently; she didn't care what her parents thought, she loved her siblings to death, not to mention they convinced her in the slightest.
Now, she was starting to have second thoughts; at least she had friends in Massachusetts and wasn't picked on for being quiet, shy, flinchy, and smart. Here, she was picked on constantly by the students for many stupid little reasons, the biggest one was that she was the 'new kid' and no one had even tried to be her friend, no one was nice to her, she didn't have a partner for any assignments or group projects, and she was just basically left out. Ricky had given her the option of home school, but she had refused. Lisa had tried to get her to go to a different high school or go back home, but again she refused.
No matter the hate she had for her school, she sensed something good was going to come her way; she just didn't know what yet.
She turned a corner and headed up a hill and the sidewalk disappeared so she was now walking on the side of the road and mud. She adjusted her sweatshirt sleeves so that they were hiding most of her wrists, shook up her boy short brown hair so she could get some of the water out of it since it was raining, and quickened her pace even more.
Shifting her blue eyes to the side, she noticed that a figure was somewhat behind her. She sighed and continued on, she could get home in two minutes if she kept going at the pace she was already at.
"Hey!" called the voice from behind her. Zakky didn't stop when she recognized the voice; it was one of the football players. She put her hood up and continued on.
"You gonna listen? Or are ya just gonna keep walking?" he called again.
Zakky paid no attention to the boy behind her. She got to the top of the hill and started downward, where her house was.
Then another man came from her right and grabbed her arm. She pulled back but he held on to her arm tight, "Let go you creep!" she grunted and tried to pull away again.
"I don't think so, you got me and the boys in trouble and you're gonna pay for that," he said, glaring.
"Who cares? You deserved it you stupid leech!" she hissed and once again tried to get out of his grasp.
He smacked her with his free hand and she growled slightly, swooshing the hair out of her face by snapping her head up to meet his gaze.
"You shouldn't have called me a leech," he growled and pushed her into the bushes, where there was a forest. She caught herself with her hands and got up, not turning her back on them. A third one had came and all three were standing in front of her and giving her looks of death.
She rose her hands up in defense, "Look, fellas, I really don't want any trouble. My sister and brother are expecting me at my house, so I should be going."
"They ain't home," said the newest one.
"And since they aren't home, that means we can have a bit of fun," said the one who had had her arm.
She backed away a few steps, "How do you know…"
"Hacked into the schools information system," said the one who had just came not to long ago.
She furrowed her eyebrows, "You guys are insane, picking on someone for getting you in trouble, how idiotic and immature. I hope one day someone has the guts to report you to the police so you can waste your life rotting inside prison bars."
"You're too loud mouthed for your own good, perhaps we can fix that," the one who had her arm grinned. He had blonde hair and blue eyes.
She backed up a few more steps and frowned; she knew what they were going to do, or at least had a theory. They were either going to inflict A LOT of pain, they were going to rape her, kill her, or possibly all of the above. She almost jumped out of her skin when she backed up and hit a tree.
All three of them were grinning now and Zakky was beginning to get scared; she didn't want to die or suffer any other consequences that could unfold her way. All she did was tell a teacher that a kid was being beat up and that lead her to where she was now, standing in front of three football playing lunatics.
"Look guys, can't we just forget about it?" she smiled nervously. "I thought by the time the teacher would get to that boy you three would be long gone."
"Sure ya did," the blonde one said again.
All three of them were getting closer to her.
She bit her lip; she hoped someone would come along and see them beating her up and cornering her. To her loss, no one would. She had no defense, no training in any sort of defense form, she was now suggesting that she should have taken that karate class when she was in 8th grade, and she was beginning to feel as if her stomach was making summersaults in her body. She gulped and prepared for the worst.
The blonde haired boy curled his fingers into a fist and pulled it back so he could punch her hard. His fist flew threw the air and hit her in the stomach. Zakky fell to her knees and grabbed at her abdomen, pain rippling threw her. He then kicked her and caused her to fall down to her side. His two other buddy's came to have joy in the fun too, kicking the girl harder than necessary and enjoying her screams and pleads to stop. This process of them kicking her and calling her brutal names continued for fifteen minutes.
The blonde boy grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and pulled her up so that they were face to face. He was grinning and she was crying, bruises already forming on her cheeks and some blood trickling from her nose. The other two football players left, leaving him and Zakky.
"I don't think you've had enough punishment," he said, still grinning, "Next time, don't mess with the big boys. If there's a next time."
Zakky grabbed the fist that he was holding her shirt with and looked at him, glaring, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
He looked down at his pocket and buried his free hand through his pocket, pulling out a weapon that shinned in even the dimmest light; a pocket knife. He twiddled it through his fingers, thinking.
Then there was a scream that shook the forest and made birds fly through the air from the trees.
Tears flowed down her face and he pushed her to the ground, she grabbed where she had been stabbed; in the middle of her chest. Blood dripped off the knife and the blonde boy let it fall out of his hands. A look of shock splashed his face and he took off running.
She lie there, still holding her wound. Everything was going blurry and she had stopped screaming. Her skin paled and her eyes looked up at the slightly swaying trees. Her chest went up in down once and stopped, her head falling to the side and her blue eyes hiding themselves from being seen ever again.
Lisa sat on the couch, drumming her fingers on the wooden table. Her blonde hair was pulled into a nice ponytail and she wore her usual tank top and dark jeans. She slammed her cell phone on the table in anger; her little sister still wasn't answering her phone.
"Calm down, Lisa, she's probably on the other line with mom and dad," said Ricky who was sitting on the couch and playing an actiony video game.
"No she's not," Lisa snapped back at her brother, "It doesn't beep after the ring."
Ricky paused his game and shifted his body so he could see his twin sister. He had similar blond hair and it was shaggy, falling over his blue eyes. He wore a muscle shirt and sweat pants. "Look, sis, if you want, let's go and try to find her. but I promise you, she's on her way home."
Lisa nodded but she felt like something was wrong. It was already 5:42, Zakky should have been home by now. The duo grabbed some jackets and a pair of flashlights and headed out the door in search of their sister.
Footsteps came toward Zakky, the footsteps were loud and sounded like they had a long span between steps. The owner of those footsteps came across Zakky's dead body and his shadow loomed over her. His pale blue eyes pierced through the dark and he kneeled down, letting his hands grasp the body of the girl and lifted her from the cold, wet ground. A bright yellow light appeared and her scanned her, detecting no signs of life. His hand balled into a fist and he turned and walked away, taking Zakky's body with him.
Okay guys, I know this first chapter is kinda boring and short, but please bare with me, the chapters will get longer. And yes, Zakky died, but who is this man who takes her? I think it's pretty darn obvious. But anyways, review please! If you do, cookies for all of you!