This is dogLover555 creator of "Lost memories" and WarriorcatzForever creator of "I was, Or Am Alone" and "What is up?". We decided to write a fanfiction together.

This is my, dogLover555, story and WarriorcatzForever edited it and added the finishing touches.

History behind me and WarriorcatzForever:
We both meet throw FanFiction and we both enjoyed each other stories. It started of with MP each other than after a while we got to know each other more than just Kickin it fans. We then decided we should do a fanfiction together and here it is!

We hope you like it and WarriorcatzForever should have her story up soon...I hope.:)

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The goose bumps stood all over Grace's shoulder and she stomped her foot,at least partly because of the cold.

She'd claim it was only because of her frustration over the line.

"This is truly infuriating" Grace said, walking in little circles.

"Maybe we should just call it a night" I suggested.

Our fake IDs had not been as impressive as Grace's connection had promised, and this would be the 3rd club we'd be turned away from,if we ever managed to make it to the door.

Since we were going out, I allowed Glace to dress me, so everything is ill-fitting and far too revealing for a night like this.

Her plan is to get crazy drunk and hook up with somebody completely random,and I couldn't reason with her.

"No!" Grace shook her head. "I have a good feeling about this place."

"It's after midnight, Grace" The pair of heels I borrowed from her were damaging my feet, and I shifted my weight to ease the pain.

"I just want to dance and be stupid!" She started to whining, making her seem younger than 17 so we'd be even less likely to get into the club.

"Come on, Kim! This is what being young is all about!"

"I really hope not," I muttered.

Waiting in line for hours and getting declined from clubs did not sound like a good time.

"We can try again next weekend. I promise. It'll give us more time to find better ID's" I reassure.

"I didn't even have any alcohol." Her expression had gone all whinny, but i knew that she was starting to cave.

"I'm sure we could find some elsewhere." I say with puppy eyes.

Lately, Grace could find alcohol the way I could find water. Times have changed for the both of us. I quit the dojo to be with Grace,My best friend, She needs me more.

"Fine." She sighs and steps out of line and headed in the direction toward my apartment,away from the bright lights of the clubs and drunken people smoking cigarettes. "But you owe me."

"Why do I owe you?" I demanded.

"For making me leave early."

We'd made it a few feet from the line when I couldn't take it any longer. I stopped and ripped off the stupid high heels. Right this moment I prefer to walk barefoot on the dirty cement then risk any more blisters. Better.

We walked far enough away from the clubs where it started to feel deserted and abandoned, and 2 teenage girls walking around in the middle of the night isn't the most safest thing in the world.

"We should get a cab." I suggested starting to feel like something is coming for us like in those stupid scary movies me and Grace watched before she become like this.

"We don't have very much money and we need the exercise anyways." Grace says nodding toward the next 3 or 4 miles to my apartment.

I don't even know why I agreed to her shenanigans. They were always much more fun for her then they were for me. Being the less sexy side kick wasn't a very glamorous life.

"But my feet hurt" I say with a frown on my face.

"Beauty is-"

"-pain,yeah,yeah, I get it, I know." I grumbled cutting her off.

We were 3 quarters away from my apartment and I couldn't shake the feeling like we are being followed. It's like when I was younger and some one seems to be staring at me but wasnt actually looking at me. The hairs on my neck stand up. I feel like that now.

All of the sudden the footsteps behind us started to hurry up, becoming heavier and louder, combined with the sound of ragged breathing and hushed male voices.

Grace looked over at me, and the panic in her eyes meant that she heard them too. Out of the 2 of us, she was braver and stole a look back over her shoulder.

I was about to ask her what she saw when she started sprinting forward but that was a good enough for me. I tried to catch up to her,but she wasnt about to slow down for me, remaining a few steps ahead.

The street that we are on ended with a parking garage. Grace ran into it, and I followed her. There had to be other places with crowds but her first choice had been a dimly lit underground parking garage.

"Great idea Grace..." I murmur under my breath. I don't think she heard me.

Once we made it to the second floor of the garage, I allowed myself a look back for the first time. In the darkness, I could see little more than the silhouettes of four large men. When they saw me look at them, one of them one of them started to cat call.

I ran forward,only to realize Grace wasn't in front of me.

"Over here!" Graced hissed, but the echo in the garage was awful. I couldn't tell where her voice was coming from, so I just stood frozen underneath a flicker yellow light and hoped that my death would be quick and painless.

"Hey little girl." One of the guys purred in a voice that sounded anything but friendly.

I turned to face them. Since I had stopped running, so had they, and they strolled over to me.

"Do you always run from a good time?" another one of the men said. For some reason the rest of the guys thought that was hilarious and their laughter filled the garage.

The hair on my back of my neck are now really standing up. I opened my mouth to say something, maybe even scream, but nothing came out.

I stood frozen, closing my eyes against the dark. I didn't want to see the horrible things they were planning to do to me.

They talked among themselves, laughing and making perverted jokes, and I knew I was going to die.

Somewhere behind me, I heard the screech of tires, but I just squeezed my eyes shut.

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