My first published Fanfiction. I'm still figuring out this site so consider this one a pilot.

Also, my beginnings are always screwy. Please read the second ch. before judging.

Please no flames.

I don't own the Saturdays or this location. Nor Hanna. I do own Marina, The Death Myunchers, and the Zombies.

I tore through the trees, clutching Hanna, who was wrapped in blankets, to my chest. I could hear my pursuers behind me. Quiet to their ears, thunderous to mine; the clumsy trolls.

I saw and sensed a clearing ahead. Breaking the forest's edge I found myself on a winding Driveway. Abandoning stealth i shot forward, making a beeline for the walled mansion whose sides i could barely see. In my arms Hanna squirmed. I ignored her and strained my senses, feeling the stone wall through my shoes. Ahead the driveway turned sharply to the left where i sensed a break. Behind my pursuers sounded louder than ever. I turned left-

and slammed into a forcefield.

It threw me back a few feet and I landed hard, clutching Hanna tighter than ever.

I looked up, this place didn't need a gate. The wall just stopped at the driveway, showing no trace the field was there. The wall encircled a property the size of a football field, in the center of which sat the mansion. It stood on four large supports, each one holding a circular part of the house. Connected by hallways leading to the two-story triangle shaped center, small parts of which had floor to ceiling windows. one set of them were glowing with a dim light.

My pursuers had gone quiet, never a good sign. One hand holding Hanna, I knelt and used the other to pull up the thin overskirt that hid hundreds of pockets from view. (thick padding keeps me from feeling the objects within.) I grabbed one of the only full sized objects on me, a flare gun, and stood.

Pointing it at the windows I fired just as I heard a phoo and a dart pricked my neck.

I smiled, turning to face my pursuers. They had stayed in the woods so i could only see their shadows. I could still sense them though. Twenty five men and women had tried to catch Hanna and I. Their death energy swept over me like a wave of fresh, hot blood on my skin.

"This won't deny us for very long feather-tip." one of them, a man by his voice, growled.

"Perhaps." I said, glancing at the bracelet on my right wrist; a golden loop with a pink crystal heart. "But at least I get the pleasure of aggravating my last villains."

"You would risk letting innocents get harmed?" a woman this time, she sounded elderly. "We have power to spare for a while."

Great. I thought. Behind me I heard a hissing noise and I sensed figures running towards me. At the same time, the dart began to take affect. I swayed on my feet, trying to hold on.

"We will come for you. Prepare for a nightmare." The man again.

I tottered backwards. I could hear panting and someone talking; asking who I was, just as blackness swirled in.