Hey! Thank you for the reviews~ Ended up writing this last night when I couldn't sleep, so here you go. Sorry if this offends anyone haha. Starting this chapter and beyond, you're going to start seeing more of Summer's behavior and everything. SO yeah. :3

"Hello...are you okay?

I woke up right away, but fought the urge to open my eyes. From the light that was behind my eyelids, I figured it must have been morning. I immediately panicked.

Well…I'm fucked, I thought. Those freaks came back, and now they want to murder me. They're playing innocent right now, so when I wake up, they can be trusted, and we get into their shiny black car, and we go back to the living compound, and then they kill me and make an example of my death, and all of this will be in vain, and my head will be mounted over my family's fireplace as punishment for my crime, and everyday at breakfast my family will be forced to stare at my face while eating non sugary cereal.

"Um..Party, do something," I heard a guy whisper. "No! I'm not good with teenagers. They scare the shit out of me…no pun intended, asshole," a guy snapped after someone giggled. "What if she's a drac?" "Not likely. She's wearing the same clothes that Grace was wearing-" "You think they're gonna come after her?" "OF COURSE THEY'RE GOING TO COME AFTER HER. She looks like she's sixteen, and you know how hard they fought-fight-to get Grace back into Battery City." There was silence for a few moments. "We can't just leave her out here..." someone murmured, and I thought, Thanks, bro.

"Kobra, you do it then," another voice whispered. "Fine," another guy snapped.

I heard boots scratching the sand, getting closer to me, and I tried not to flinch when I felt someone kneeling next to me on the ground. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

"Um, hey."

I hesistated, before opening my eyes. I'd already been planning to surrender to the freaks in hopes I could manage to get home alive, and not on my family's dining room wall-when I realized that I was looking into not a mask, but a real face. A handsome one, at that. He had hazel eyes, and damn, they were fine. I could get lost in those, I thought dreamily. He had styled blonde hair, a red jacket with a yellow tee underneath, and gloves. He had a shy smile on his face, but there was alarm in his eyes. I couldn't help thinking, Dear Lord, take me now in your loving embrace, hot damn.

Though I was convinced for a few seconds that I was looking at the son of God, there was something totally familiar about him…and I was positive that it wasn't because he looked heavenly.

I realized I must have been staring at him for too long, because then he mumbled, "Um, hello…are you okay?"

I could only nod my head.

"Cool.." he bounced back up, and gave me a hand. I stared at it for a few seconds, then took it. He helped me up, and I dusted myself off.

"So, who are you?" I squinted my eyes.

A dude with shock red hair strolled forward, and I noticed he had the same hazel eyes as Blondie, only they seemed harder, more refined.

He was wearing a blue jacket, with red and white stripes on the sleeve, with a name tag that said Dead…Pegasus?

Is he a singer? I thought to myself, wondering why his voice seemed so familiar.

"I'm...Summer," I muttered.

The redhead threw his fist in the air, and said sarcastically, "Hallejujah! She speaks!"

I laughed nervously. The blonde guy rolled his eyes.

"So Summer, what?," another dude said, materializing beside me. He had a curly fro, with sunglasses with a dark black jacket. "You got a last name?"

"Um…" I blinked. "I don't know." I looked down in shame.

"Well, it's not like it matters." The redhead shrugged.

"Guys? Don't you think we should take her to Dr. Death first, and then ask questions later?" another voice interrupted. I turned to see a dude with a yellow and black jacket hopping out of a white Trans Am. He had long dark hair, with brown eyes, and a tattoo of a scorpion on his neck.

Wait, what?.. Doctor Death? What the fuck?

"Doctor Death! What the fuck?" I squeaked, backing away from the guys. The curly fro dude chuckled, and I felt sick.

"Whoa, don't worry! He's just the DJ for the zones outside of Battery City," The redhead said.

"Oh.." I lamely nodded, and sensed the eyes of four strangers on me.

I looked up again, and the sense of familiarity kicked in again.

Where have I seen these guys before?

"So, Summer-that's your name right? Right. Yeah. So you wanna come with us? I mean, you're sort of out here, in the middle of the desert…I'm sure it's lonely out here.." the blonde blushed and looked into the never ending desert.

"Well, I guess I don't really have a choice, do I?" I grinned.

They shrugged and headed towards the car, but I stopped them.

"Wait..are you guys the, you know, rebels?" I asked. The dude with the dark hair turned and put on a somewhat intimidating glare.

"Who wants to know?" he winked.

In case you got confused, Blondie/blonde guy = Kobra Kid = Mikey

Redhead = Party Poison = Gerard

Curly fro = Jet Star = Ray

Tattoos = Fun Ghoul = Frank

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