YAY! I updated the remake of Midnight Runaways. You guys can flame me if you want for taking so long. Not gonna cut the concert scene I promise you. And I'll put in more detail and work hard on this.

Disclaimer. I don't own them, just my OC's. ENJOY!


Men dragged the body to the room, leaving a trail of blood behind them. They dropped it on the floor like a rag doll, not caring whether it was breathing or not. The metal door slammed shut and the body stirred. A girl in her early 20s struggle to get up, her clothes were stained with dark red, whip marks were visible on her back, cuts and bruises covered her whole body, but her face seemed untouched. Her dark brown hair covered half of her face, but her eyes were bloodshot and tired from the torture. A weak attempt to stand only made her hurt more, but yet she tried.

A pair of strong arms, compared to hers, caught her before she fell.

"Oh God sis, what did they do to you?" she only smiled at the familiar face of her brother, but winced at the pain. He had dark brown hair like her, both fair in skin and the only difference was their eyes. He had shining ocean-blue eyes while she had emerald-green that were weary and tired. His body didn't look bloody and battered as hers, but it also took its beating.

"Dax, bring her over here and Nick please get some water," a feminine voice ordered.

"Who died and made you boss?" a dark-haired boy in the corner of the room asked. He and the other had the same hair color, but the boy had emerald-green eyes and the other girl had ocean-blue eyes just like the other two.

"Just do as I say Nick."

"Whatever," Nick shrugged and did what he was told. Just like Dax, he was afraid, terrified of what that man had done to his big sister, it's just that fear for him was expressed through sarcasm and he'd try to cheer other people up. But there was no point in doing so. The sight of Sam like that...to put it simply , he'd never get it out of his mind.

He gave the water and his other sister, Leslie, while as she started ripping half of her blanket into thin strips. On her bed was the battered body of the eldest sibling among them, uncoscious.

"Oh Sam, when will you stop taking the blame for us?" she whispered to herself, but Nick could still hear her.

"That's who she is Les. We can't stop her when she makes a decision, well actually, no one can, " the boy chuckled a bit. Leslie merely smiled, but frowned again after wiping off some blood on Sam's arm.

"I just wish she'd stop. I don't care if we do stay in this prison for eternity, I just don't want to lose any of you guys," her voice cracked. Tears were forcing their way out of her eyes, and Nick didn't know what to say about that. All four of them wanted to leave this hellhole, but none of them would be able to stand it if one of them died.

Leslie swiped at her eyes and continued doing her job, with a stern look on her face.

Dax overheard their conversation, with the same feeling his little sister had. There was nothing else for him to do and instead he started ripping half of his blanket into thin strips for bandages and handed them over to Leslie.

"Thanks," she muttered.

"No problem, and Les," she turned her attention to him, "We'll get out of here someday, I believe it and we'll all get out, together. I promise."

She smiled, putting heart and hope into those words. Yes. Someday, they will get out and that was a promise she believed would never be broken.


HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS! I'll prioritize my writing along with my studying and drawing. Wish you a very Happy New Year and God bless you all this year!