Chapter Two

I regained consciousness, and that's when I realized I was lying on my back, on top of a smushed aluminum garbage can. I started to get up from the ground, but was stopped by the shock of pain that ran up and down my right arm. I opened my eyes, only to snap them shut, after being blinded by the bright sun directly over my head.

I heard a couple of groans, and that reminded me what happened: green eyes, grey eyes, garbage cans, a car, and bodies; two, and from the tone of the groans, male.

This time, aware of the brightness above me, I slowly opened my eyes, until I could fully open them. As I waited for the spots to vanish from my vision, I slowly started to sit up, leaning slightly toward my injured arm. I cried out when flames danced up and down my right side. Probably a broken rib. Great.

I glanced down at my right side -and almost threw up my measly breakfast in the process. Now I'm not the kind of girl who gets all queasy from blood or needles, but this was particularly, um, disturbing. My shirt was ripped and torn on my right side, hip to shoulder (thank god I wore a sports bra). The skin under the remnants of my shirt was covered in blood, and I could see lots of already forming bruises underneath the blood. Also, my head was pounding, almost as if someone was pounding a pick into it. I reached up with my un-injured arm, and felt a steady flow of blood coming from my right temple. I winced when I touched the tender flesh.

The worst part was my arm, though. It was covered in blood, and I could see the gleaming white bones of my arm peering through the torn muscles and skin.

After I assessed my injuries, I looked around at the ruined sidewalk. There were torn up garbage cans all over the 15 or so yards that the car had wrecked havoc upon. The car was smashed up against the telephone pole a couple

yards away from me.

I realized that I didn't know where the boys who ran into me went. I started to feel this uncomfortable pain coming from my right foot and leg. I looked down and almost screamed. I found the boys. Or the things? They were small and short, with wrinkly, seasick skin, ugly stout horns protruding from the top of their heads, clawed gnarled hands, and scaly legs. Also, they were FREAKIN GNAWING on my FOOT and LEG! I guess I must have let out a muffled shriek because

the little monsters looked up at me, and snarled. Like I was their property. That ticked me off. Without realizing what I was doing, I grabbed a piece of garbage can, and shoved the one on my leg through the head.

Surprising enough, it came poking out the other side, covered in blood and, other stuff. Gross. I wasn't until I heard a gasp behind me, did I notice that I had an audience. I turned around and saw who it was. Thankfully, it was just two people, the couple I saw before across the street. My brain noticed that they each had some sort of weapon in their hand. The girl had a bronze dagger, while the guy had a bronze sword.

Unfortunately, the last monster took this opportunity when I wasn't looking to climb up my leg and onto my stomach. Right on to my poor ribs. The thing started to tear up what was left of my skin, which sadly wasn't much.

Before I blacked out from the pain, a random thought entered my deluded brain.

That boy has the same eyes as me