The Wrong People

Chapter One: Under the Bridge

"Bye Luka!" I call, placing my laptop in my orange book bag. "Sorry I have to leave so early! Len got a fever last night and I have to go to his dorm and take care of him."

"No problem, Rin!" Luka called, as she struggled with four coffee trays. "Just remember, the student council meeting is tomorrow until four o'clock!" She smiled warmly, as she placed the coffee trays down. "Oh! And, I thought Len might enjoy this." Luka handed me a small bowl of miso soup. "It was all I could afford."

"Luka! You shouldn't have!" I said, putting my graphs in their folder. "But I'm sure Len will appreciate it."

"I hope so. Well, have a good day, Rin." Luka said.

"You too, Luka!" I shout, as I check to make sure that all of my belongings are in my book bag. Yup, all there.

I leave our student council meeting room and start to walk up to Len and I's boarding school. Well, I'm guessing that I should introduce a little bit about myself. My name is Rin Kagamine. I am an eighth grader at Suzan'nukōhī boarding school. Since my parents had both died in an awful car crash, we were sent here… "we" meaning me… and my younger twin brother, Len. People said that my brother Len and I looked exactly alike, short blonde hair, blue eyes, and wore yellow all the time. When I was little, I hated when people had said that, now, it doesn't bother me. Maybe it's because I added a white bow to my hair? I guess I'll never know.

I stopped at the fork in the road, wondering if I should take the shortcut through the old bridge. Len really needed help, and I was beginning to wonder if he was starving to death by now.

I decided to take my chances with the bridge. I hate bridges, especially old ones, but I'm light, so I hope I can make it across without falling into the watery depths of the pond.

I get to the bridge. I start crossing, I'm clutching the miso soup like a lifeline. But even though I'm terrified, I cannot stop myself from admiring the beauty down below the bridge. There were wildflowers, Lilly pads, algae, and little koi fish in or surrounding the pond.

I see the end of the bridge. I quicken my pace and finally reach the end. I sigh and think, Never again.

I run my fingers through my hair, and find that my hair ribbon isn't there! I spin around and see it, right smack in the middle of the bridge!

"Damn it!" I feel like crying. I hate, hate bridges! But that ribbon is basically my trademark, and I can't just get a new one. So I make that tough decision, and go back on the bridge.

I run, run to the middle, grab my ribbon, and start to run back— What's that?

In my haste, I noticed a dead man through a crack in the wood? Noit must be my imagination, but I look again. It's a body! Of a… boy, who must be about my age, lying on a flower bed.

My legs move subconsciously towards the end of the bridge. My brain is telling me not to go there, but my body won't listen. So somehow, I find a way under the bridge. I slowly walk up to the boy. He is quite handsome, brunette hair, tan skin, and clean fingernails.

Is he really dead? My mind is racing. I quickly pull out two fingers and place them on the boy's neck. I feel a faint pulse. I feel instant relief, but what caused him to fall unconscious?

I notice now that he has gashes all over his face, and is bleeding in several spots. One spot is particularly bad, yet small. I'm guessing he was shot in the leg.

I'm freaking out inside, yet rip off part of my school uniform's fabric and place it on the boy's leg to try and stop the bleeding. Luckily it works. I'm about to take the boy back to my dorm when I hear, "Boss! I found him! But he's with a female minor!"

Minor! How dare he? I'm raving, but I'm too scared to say anything. I slowly turn around and see that the voice I heard, wasn't alone! There were at least fifteen other men around this guy.

One very large man parted the crowd and said with a gruff voice, "Now missy. Just give us this boy, and you won't be harmed."

I just knew I wasn't going to get out of this unharmed… I knew of this group. They were called the "Sentō gurūpu".

I stand up and spread my arms out wide, protecting this boy. "No! Stop! He's already messed up! Leave him alone!"

The big man grinned and said, "Now, now 'Lil missy, you had your chance, now you must pay the price."

I lean over and grab the boy's arm. He is extremely light, and I can easily pull him onto my back.

The large man had stopped smiling and had said, "Missy! Put this boy down, now!"

I sprint away with this boy on my back. I think, what am I doing? I can hear the man screaming, "GET HER!"

I know this could be my last day on earth, so I scream as I'm running, "LEN! I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I WAS THE ONE WHO BURNED THE DINNER!" Wow that sounded a lot cooler in my head.

I'm running as fast as I can with this boy on my back. Even though he is weighing me down, and that I can practically feel the men behind me, I do not think to drop him.

I'm panting, sweating, and shaking all over. My lungs are begging for air, and I'm extremely thirsty. I know I won't be able to outrun them for much longer. But, I can see the boarding school! I get a leap of hope. Just a little longer and—

THUD!

My face comes in contact with the concrete sidewalk and a searing pain goes through my jaw. The cringing and crying starts, but I quickly make sure the boy is still securely on my back. He is, but only until I feel him being lifted off of me.

I force myself to stand up and face my opponents.

"What do you want with him? Leave him alone you bastards!" I said, shocked by my own braveness. But the look the man gave me drowned whatever courage I had a moment ago.

"He got in the way. Now be a good little girl and—"

"Give that boy back to me now." I said with force enough to knock a rider off his horse.

I felt my arms getting grabbed by the men's hands. One of them accidentally hit my jaw with his shoulder, which sent the tears back. Unfortunately, the "Boss" saw them as tears of fear.

"Look who's so brave now." He laughed. "I guess the 'Lil missy got too scared for comfort."

I'm so mad right now, so I stomp as hard as I can right on the person who's holding my arms' foot. The man bounces back in shock, giving me time to escape. The "Boss" notices and oh so quickly grabs the boy off of the concrete. He pulls a gun out of his pocket and says, "Make one more move, and the boy gets it."

Chapter End