Well this is my second fic, because the other one was getting old. I hope you guys like this one too, it has a different spin on it. I might continue the old one, who knows, so keep checking. Please review and tell me what u think!

Chapter 1

I dashed down the silent street, my feet pounding through the puddles, my heart pounding in my ears. In my hand was a small black bag, which was being jostled around as my weight shifted from foot to foot. I looked behind me quickly, to find my pursuers were gaining on me. Ignoring the exhaustion in my legs and my panting breath, I continued to stumble down the deserted street. Must keep running……don't stop…. I heard the angry yell of the tall man wielding a large gun. I quickly turned down another alley, hoping to find some open door that I could run into for safety. They were getting closer, closer.

A second later, I spotted it, a small store with the lights gleaming, the wonderful sign sparkling, OPEN. Without hesitating I yanked open the door and hurried inside, dashing through the narrow aisles, to the back of the store. I heard the confused gasp of the cashier as I signaled wildly for her to be quiet. I curled into a tight ball behind a large box, and listened.

"Where did she go?" "I think she went that way!" "No you idiot, she went in here!" My breath caught in my throat as the jingling of the bells above the store entrance jingled to life. I heard the heavy footsteps of the leader, making his way back to the cashier. I prayed silently that she wouldn't say anything.

"Did a girl just come in here? About this tall, with blonde hair and a black jacket?" There was a pause, before the squeaky cashier stated,"N-no, I don't think so…"

There was a sigh of frustration, and I heard the men turn and leave. I didn't move until I heard the last of the jingling of the bells above the door. Letting out a relieved breath, I stood up and dusted myself off, muttering a quick thanks to the baffled cashier, before making my way out into the night once again.

I hugged my jacket closer to my body as I walked down the now silent streets. The men who had been chasing me would surely be gone by now. I had stupidly snuck into the home of the largest man, to claim back my few possessions. Yes, that man was my father. He had abused me for as long as I could remember, always putting me down, and making me do his dirty work. I had grown tired of it and ran away, only to be forced to return a week later for my money. I held up the bag, which held about $500, enough to get me food, and maybe a place to stay for a night, until I could figure out where to go from there.

I sighed heavily, and stopped in the middle of the street, looking around, unsure of where to go. I turned up a small deserted alley, and found an abandoned car parked there. There were no houses near by, so I assumed nobody owned it right now. I tried the handle hopefully, and the door swung open. I glanced around before climbing in. I pulled the door shut behind me, locking the car from the inside. I felt more secure in this car than I had felt in a long time. With a deep sigh, I sank into the seat, and fell asleep.

I woke the next morning stiff and cramped, to bright daylight shining in the car. I gingerly opened the door, and stepped outside, clutching my bag to my chest. I slowly walked out into the main street, to find cars zooming by quickly, and people walking hurriedly, pushing around me as though I was invisible. I honestly had no idea where to go. It was still summer, and my dad and I had just moved to this part of the city, where I knew nobody. I had no family or friends to go to, no familiar face in sight. All the friends I once had had long deserted me, because of my dark attitude, and depressed manner. I wasn't the same spunky, outgoing girl that I had been a few years ago.

I began trudging down the street reluctantly, my mind made up that I would find a place to work, and rent a room until I could have enough money to take a train back to Destiny Islands, where I was born. It was a meager plan, but it was all I had. As I walked briskly down the street, I felt a slight rising feeling in my heart. I knew that there were relatives in Destiny Islands of my dead mother, and I was sure they would take me in.

Suddenly I heard a gruff voice from behind me. "Hey baby, you lost?" The voice sent shudders down my spine, and I turned around quickly, to face a tall burly man with numerous tattoos covering his arms. His breath smelled slightly of alcohol, and I felt fear rising in my chest. I shook my head no, and dashed down the street away from the man.

"Hey! Come back here!" I heard the man shout, as he began following me. I ran faster, harder, towards the busier part of the city. Maybe I could loose him in the crowd. I turned quickly down a rode, expecting it to open up into a busy street, but found it was a dead end. I turned to run back out, and saw the man standing at the entrance of the alley. He was grinning sickly, and he advanced slowly. The fear in my heart grew immensely, and I backed up quickly, trying desperately to think of a plan. The man reached for me and I swung my arm out to keep him from touching me. He simply grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him.

He grinned evilly, and pushed me up against a wall, and I let out a shriek of terror, as I struggled. I kicked out hard, catching the man in the groin, making him double over and swear loudly.

"Bitch!" He said angrily as he slapped me hard across the face, and shoved me hard against the wall. I ignored the pain in my face, and lashed out again. This time I caught him on the leg, and he kicked me hard. I felt my breath leave me, and I sank to the ground. The man stood over me, kicking me again. I felt tears spring into my eyes, and I tried to cry out again. The man bent down and grabbed my bag with all my money, kicked me against the wall, and sunk his fist into my stomach. As my vision clouded over, I heard the man walk away, before everything went silent.

"Hey…..hey are you okay?" I moaned slightly, as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I tried to roll over, and felt the mysterious person hold me down. I opened my eyes to see a young man about my age bent over me, with a worried look on his face. He had sleek silver air that fell to his shoulders, and hung in his eyes. Those eyes, so pure, and aquamarine blue. They were full of concern and pity. I moaned again, and those eyes were the last thing I saw before I blacked out again.