"It was a grisly scene the night of August 10th, 2013. Two young men were found slaughtered in the alley behind a popular teen hangout in downtown L.A. Both boys had been heavily beaten. One of them was brutally stabbed, and the other knocked in the head, killing them both instantly.

The investigation took a drastic turn when hard evidence of this crime landed on 15 year old Victoria Vega, who had not only one of the murder weapons in her possession, but also had the blood of both victims on her clothing. Devastated, the families of these two boys called for drastic action against the girl.

But it was not to be. Being only 15 and a minor in the state of California, Vega was unable to be sentenced to hard time in a Women's Prison. Instead, she was sentenced to two years in heavy therapy and rehab at East Hollywood Female Detention and Juvenile Center. Outraged with the leniency given to the girl by the state, the parents had this to say —"

Flicking the television off, 17 year old Beck Oliver rolled his eyes as his girlfriend of two years Jade West cried out in protest.

"Hey! I was watching that!"

"And I don't want to hear it," tossing the remote aside, Beck rolled his eyes as Jade pouted slightly, "we heard enough about it when it happened, alright. I don't want to listen to it again,"

"But it's different! That crazy bitch got released today; she's out now Beck!"

"So what?"

"So what? She's a twisted murderer. It's only a matter of time before she wants to do it again,"

"Hmph, sounds like someone else I know,"

"Asshole!"

Hitting her boyfriend lightly on the arm, Jade rolled off his shirtless form, standing as she ruffled her long brown hair, "either way, I hope she gets all the hate in this world and more,"

"Jade come on. She served her time —"

"Hardly enough! The girl committed two murders. That's two innocent people —"

"The guys were complete wazzbags Jade. And the girl testified, it was involuntary manslaughter —"

"She's a liar and everyone knows it. 'I was just defending myself' she said, pfft. You don't inflict that much damage by just defending yourself."

Rolling his eyes again, Beck lifted his hands in surrender. Jade was very passionate about things she was interested in, those being scissors, horror movies and the twisted justice system in California.

"Ok, fine. Whatever. Where are you going?"

"I have to get home before my mother figures out I'm gone."

"Out past your cerfew again, Miss Jadelyn?"

Beck chuckled as Jade blushed, her pale skin flushing a hot shade of red as she left and sped away in her Camero. They had spent the night in Beck's RV. Again. They didn't go any farther then cuddling and coddling, but it was still perfectly steamy. Throwing his head back, Beck sighed heavily as he counted the panels which made up his RV's roof. It was his home after all — his little sanctuary away from the horror which was only a few steps up the driveway.

Rolling onto his feet, Beck stripped out of his old clothes, throwing on a pair of sweats and a tank top along with his best sneakers. It was still early in the morning, so it was the perfect time to go out and run a bit. Though it wasn't a hobby of

Beck's, he just felt the need to get out of his RV for a while. Grabbing his phone from the side-table, the handsome 17 year old took off away from his house.

The Hollywood Hills area wasn't large, so Beck was able to name each and every house and who lived there as he passed by. Not paying much attention, he stopped as something hard collided with him. Glancing down, a girl was fallen at his feet, rubbing her skinned elbow. Ripping out his music, Beck swore.

"Hell, I'm so sorry! I wasn't even —"

"It's fine."

Brushing him off and getting to her feet, Beck had to take a solid step back. The stranger was ripped, with abs that puckered easily from golden skin, and shoulders that rippled with every breath. "Hey, my eyes are up here?"

"Huh? Oh, uh,"

Glancing up to meet the girls eyes, the view was just as good. She was really attractive, with high cheekbones and deep brown eyes which sparkled in the morning sun. Despite this, there was a sort of ruggedness to her that Beck wasn't expecting, "sorry again. Are you ok?"

"I'll live, thanks."

Tossing her head with a half smile, the girl simply moved around Beck to continue her run. Heart leaping, the boy reached out to stop her,

"Hold on!"

"What?"

Turning on her heel, Beck noticed some distinct scars on the girls skin that he hadn't noticed at a distance. Tearing his wandering eyes away from her body, Beck swallowed thickly.

"I uh, haven't seen you around. My name's Beck,"

"Tori."

"Mind if I run with you?"

"Oh? I still have five miles to go. I'm not sure if...erm...you're up for that."

Trailing across him with her eyes, Beck felt suddenly embarrassed at how sweaty he was after only a few blocks. Amazed at the girls passion for running though, he shrugged his shoulders casually.

"I could totally do five —"

"Ok. But try to keep up, I don't run slow."

And off she went, continuing down the street at a brisk pace. Startled at how quick she was, Beck caught up to her in a few long strides, admiring her from his place. She truly was a work of art, her body rippling with each movement, her skin sparkling with sweat even though she wasn't even breathing hard. Beck, who severely underestimated his abilities, felt ready to die after the first half mile.

"Ok! You're right, I can't handle five miles. I surrender!"

Collapsing dramatically down onto the curb outside his trailer, Tori stopped her stride and looked down at him from above, a hint of a laugh in her face, "are you an angel?"

"Hardly. Get up wussy-boy. It's easier to breathe while standing,"

Taking Tori's outstretched hand, Beck was once again caught off guard by the roughness of her skin, and the strength of her grip as she pulled him to his feet, "how's the heart rate, Elvis?"

"Probably going to kill me? You?"

"Haven't even worked up a good sweat yet," smiling as she placed a hand on her hip, Beck took note that she wasn't hyperventilating at all. Her sheen of sweat was already gone.

"What are you, some sort of exercise demon?"

"Maybe. There wasn't much else to do where I moved from. Running and weights was pretty much the extent of my hobbies."

"Oh? Boring where you come from?"

"Very boring," rolling her eyes, Tori took a seat in the grass by the curb as Beck fell down beside her, groaning painfully.

"I'm going to ache for a week because of you."

"And you knocked me down. We're even,"

"I said I was sorry,"

"I know. I just like to make you suffer."

Laughing brilliantly, Beck thought Tori's laughter sounded like bells. It didn't last long though as there was a ringing from her pocket. Sitting up on his elbows, Beck furrowed his brows as Tori pulled a 2000's style flip phone from her shorts. "Hello? Yeah, fine. Whatever."

Tori seemed to grow agitated as her face contorted into an expression of annoyance. It reminded Beck of Jade, though much more serene, "fine, fine stop yelling at me. I'll be home in ten minutes — ok, five minutes!"

Slamming the phone shut, Tori groaned in irritation, "I'm sorry, I have to go."

"Hey, if it's far I could give you a ride home,"

"Would you? That would be amazing,"

Holding her hands together slightly, Tori's face illuminated as Beck nodded. It wasn't long before he and Tori were in the truck, headed down into the lower Hollywood Hills, "just pull up here, I can walk the rest of the way."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, my dad will totally flip if he sees a strange boy driving me home."

"I guess I get that," leaning against the open window as Tori got out of the truck, Beck honked at her as she turned around, "can I run with you tomorrow?"

"If you can keep up. See you around, Elvis!"

Waving, Beck leaned back as Tori vanished up a narrow flight of steps leading to more houses farther up in the neighborhood. Closing his eyes, the boy slammed his head against the steering wheel with a groan. He didn't get Tori's number.

"Shit."