A/N: Pweeeetttyy pleasse if you read this give me some inclination that you have it makes it all worthwhile and inspires me to continue the story. If nobody does I end up bored with it. So if you like it let me know. :D

"If I told you what I was, would you turn your back on me?

And if I seem dangerous, would you be scared?

I get the feeling just because, everything I touch isn't dark enough, that this problem lies in me."

This is my story, it may seem dark and you may not want to believe it. But that doesn't matter I still have the memories, they will always be with me. My name is Marian Williams and when I was seventeen the government decided I was a danger to society because of my unusual abilities. Some may say I'm crazy. Some may say I am dangerous, but I am just afraid because everybody has abandoned me now.

She sat shuddering and listening to the thunder clap against the sky, even with all the noise of the storm she could still tell. There was something out there, or more likely someone. He had found her. Again. The last time had been easy because she had a car, so she could drive, so fast and never look back. All her memories of her place good or bad, would now be shadowed by him finding her. This was what her life had become. But strangely even though she had escaped many times this time she didn't see herself twisting out of his cold grasp. They called him the 'Sandman' because of how humanely he killed his victims. But he wasn't here to kill her. He was here to 'bring her in'. In this sick twisted world if anyone or anything stood out as being 'different' It would be attacked. Because people never understood something different it scared them. Because they couldn't stand being ignorant. It was sickening.

But maybe they had good reason to be afraid of her? Maybe she should give herself up? Sometimes she wanted to, because she was sick of running. She was sick of always being afraid that any second they would kick the door down and find her. It wasn't a life. She couldn't exist like that. It made her cringe that she had become so afraid and desperate. She was shuddering in an old tractor. It wasn't even a good place to hide and any second now he would go behind the house and find her. She should run. Yes she should run. The house was built close to the sea. so not far from her home were the cliffs. She loved them in a storm, they were dangerous alive and free. There was something almost exciting about watching the waves curl and smash against the rocks. She could jump off before he found her. She would never be seen. It wasn't too far down, she could make the jump. That was it. She made up her mind. The tractor door was crumbling off huge flakes of orange rust. So it made a terrible screeching as she pushed it open. Of course he would hear it. But it would take him a second to figure out where it was coming from. That was enough to give her a head start. She slipped off the faded leather seat and launched herself into the downpour.

She didn't think she had ever ran so fast in her life. But it felt good to run. It made her feel so much better that she wasn't curled up alone and afraid. The rain smashed against her and clung to her eyelids, she could hardly see. But she was going to escape him again. The sandman was a guardian angel for her as a child. But now he would always be her personal nightmare. He would always haunt her dreams.

The cliff weren't far she could her the crashing of waves getting increasingly louder. She couldn't see very well in the fading light and rain but it didn't matter.

Just a few more steps.

The waves were so loud now. But then another sound added to that of the rain and waves. The pounding off boots hitting the wet ground. He was close behind her. She laughed, he wouldn't catch her. Not this time.

She stopped at the edge of the cliffs, waiting for him to catch up with her. Because she had to rub it in that that the amazing sandman was one step behind her. Again.

He came into view through the pouring rain.

"Just come with me, make it easier for both of us."

She laughed viciously. "Go to hell, bastard."

He ran for her, but it was too late. She had already leaped into the churning waves.

There was a sickening moment when the air was screaming past her ears as she plummeted down. But then she hit the waves and everything went quiet. There seemed to be a deep rhythmic humming. It was calming. She could just relax and let the ocean have her. But she wouldn't do that. She wouldn't die like that. She began to kick and swim for the surface. There was a dull grayish light above her, she pushed all her energy into reaching it. The current was tearing her deeper into the water. But with one last burst of strength she broke the surface.

There was a split second where she gasped in air. Then a massive wave smashed her against the rocks. Everything faded as the ocean claimed her lifeless body.

"Mumma, I can see the car coming. It going to hit her!"

"Don't be silly Marie. Its perfectly safe and there are no cars in sight."

But she could see it screeching around the corner and smashing against her little sisters frail body, It flashed through her head again and again. But nobody heeded her warning, they all seemed to forget through the haze of grief as her sister lay in a coma.

There were voices. A dark blanket seemed to be covering her she pushed at it. But her eyes stayed firmly shut.

"This behavior was excusable when you were a child, but enough is enough. Its time to grow up Marie."

"I think she came from the ship...nasty business..." The voices sounded strange and unreal. "Her chances aren't great.."

"Marie, your father and I have decided to get you some help."

"Mum there's nothing wrong with me!" But she saw the quick glances exchanged. They thought she was crazy. She could see it in her neighbors eyes as they passed her in the street. It was a mixture of fear and pity. At her school nobody spoke to her. She was alone.

"I am sure she just twitched!" A childish voice exclaimed.

"You are seeing things George, she hasn't moved an inch since we brought he in."

"No look, her hand its moving!"

There was an audible sigh. "No she-" A gasp. "Oh you're right, I think she's gonna wake up." The voices were closer now. So much louder, they hurt Marie's head. Her eyelids were so heavy. She squeezed one open. Two unfamiliar faces were staring down at her. She closed her eyes again. It felt like so much effort to open them.

"She woke up Mumma. I told you she wasn't going to die."

"She still has a long way to go. And I don't know if she will ever be able to use this arm again." But there was still a glint of hope in the woman's voice.

Wait. Where was she? the last thing she remembered was jumping off that cliff. Had she been captured? She opened her eyes suddenly. The light was blinding. "Where am I?" Was what she tried to say, but it came out as a dry croak.

Two sets of eyes turned to her. "I will get her some water." The little boy, George said.

"You are okay now." There was something odd about the way she spoke.

"Where am I?" It came out as actual words this time.

"You are in Cornwall, My name is Ryia, and the boy you saw is my son George. The clothes she were wearing, they looked so old fashioned, like something from a film.

"How did I get here?" Her voice sounded terrible.

"You washed up on the beach with more injuries on you than I could count. You have been asleep for nearly three weeks."

Her head spun, Cornwall. She was still in Cornwall. But three weeks, that was easily enough time for the sandman to catch up with her again. Oh gods she just had to pray he hadn't yet.

She had a really odd feeling, something told her this wasn't the same Cornwall she knew. Something was different. "Um...what year is it?"

"Oh dear." Ryia clicked her tongue. "You've had a terrible hit to the head. Its 1190, dear."

Maybe she really was insane?

I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.
A monster, a monster,
I've turned into a monster,
A monster, a monster,
And it keeps getting stronger.

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