This is a Runaways fanfiction. Maybe a bit boring but stick with it, I'm doing my best! Please read, please enjoy, PLEASE COMMENT! XD
I huddle closer into the dank cardboard, the smell of vomit and blood churning around in the alleyway. I cannot remember much, just that my name is Ashley and... my powers. My head is pounding and I don't try to fight as the darkness washes over me and I sink back into unconsciousness.
I walk into the kitchen and what do I find? A very guilty Chase drinking straight out of the milk carton! "Chase, do you know how gross that is! Now I'll have to go get more milk!" I storm moodily. "Geez Karolina, it's no big deal. Look, if you want I'll go with you." What an idiot Chase can be sometimes. He stares cockily at me with a goofy smile on his face. "Whatever..." I mutter under my breath as he waltzes out of the door with me in tow.
After I had calmed down successfully and Chase had got some milk, we paced back to the hideout. "Ugh!" I wrinkle my nose in disgust as I see some half-eaten hamburger thrown on the pavement. I pick it up and walk over to the reeking dumpster in some alleyway. It stank of blood and vomit and something I wouldn't ever put my finger on. I turn to see if there is any rubbish left and see her. A girl with blood plastered to her face dressed in a thin rag. There is a cut running down her arm, an unsightly gash on her forehead. Without a word, I pick her up in my arms with Chase trailing behind me gaping like a fish.
"Stop..." I whimpered as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He knelt behind me and worked my skirt slowly up my hips. I was afraid, I had seen. Seen what he did to those other girls, what he was going to do to me. "Ashley, you knew this would happen eventually. The fact that you don't understand means that it makes it a hell of a lot easier for you but truthfully, I like my girls screaming so..." His voice trails off as my panties are ripped off. I was scared, was biting my lip so hard it was bleeding. I felt my shackles bending under my fear, falling to pieces around me. "What? No... NO!" He screamed as I turned to face him. One thought was all it took to turn him into a blubbering ball on the floor. I didn't stop for him, just ran, ran far out of the house. I was drained, I needed somewhere to rest. A murky alleyway was all I got to as my legs collapsed and I crumpled to the ground and fainted.
I flow back to consciousness but don't open my eyes. The cardboard is softer and the alley is warmer. The light is burning my eyelids, it takes all my energy to pry them apart. I am in a room. My dream floods back into my mind and I scream because it wasn't a dream, it was a memory. Arms wrap around me and I cry into one of them. "The man. He was going to... was going to..." I stop crying for a moment because... there is a girl hugging me tightly. I hug back and feel strangely comforted. The girl is about 11 years old and she has an odd hat on her head. "Hey, my name is Molly!" she offers brightly. She sticks her hand out at me and I take it, smiling feebly. "Hey, I'm Ashley" I answer. She puts a tray full of food on my lap with grave ceremony. "Eat." she orders.