I looked at him. They wanted me. They had him. One hell of a ransom. But he died. I remember. He died saving me. He jumped in front of the bullet and I grabbed him before he fell off the cliff, into the lava. He had told me to let go, that he would just pull me down with him. He kissed me, and in heat of the moment my grip had slipped, then he pushed away and let go. I screamed. I had sat there and cried for weeks, not hearing what everyone said to me. Now here he is. Alive, blind folded and hands bound. These people who had him, I had never met them before. His white, blonde hair floated in the wind with that beautiful look on his face. I had almost completely forgotten how the look on his face could wipe away all of the world's problems.
"Now Lila. Pretty little Lila. Come over here and we won't kill your friend here" the girl in a chetaha outfit said. She had long red hair.
"Look lady. I don't know you or what you want with me but let him go first and then I will come with you. Deal?" I said, over 80yards south of them. I had both of my hands behind my back, ready to draw my pistols.
The girl whispered something to the only man with her. He had a crocodile outfit with snake skin boots on. He was completely bald with a bar code tattooed where his hair should be. He pulled out a needle gun. I drew and let my training take over. Both of the girls got a head shot but the needle hit me in the neck. I fell down shooting at him but I wasn't sure if I hit him. Yay for me. I just got drugged.
I woke up, wrapped in chains. They were cold and heavier than normal. I couldn't open up my eyes. They felt like someone took some super glue and put it around my eyes. I tried to move any muscle in my body. Apparently the only thing not working was my entire head.
"Do not try to escape girl. It will just make things harder for yourself." Said a dark, dreary voice. He sounded old, like he had seen the best and the worst of people. Looks like he chose the worst of people to guide him.
"Who are you? And what do you want with me?" I asked angrily.
"My name is Danarious. You, my dear, are the key to my peoples salvation" the man said.
"What the hell!? Look man. I don't know who your people are, but I can assure you that I am no one special. I'm your average teenager, who is very rebellious." I said.
"That's what they all say. You want to know why you are special? Your blood. Your DNA. Your blood is immune. To everything." He said.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?" I shouted.
"Have you ever been sick? Have you ever wondered why you never got the average cold or the flue?" He said.
"N. No. I have never been sick. That is because I've been vaccinated for every single bug. " I said defensively.
"You, my child, are a hybrid" he said.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean!?" I shouted.
"You will learn. For now, I shall say this. The woman in black can help guide you" he said like some priest. Then I blacked out to a cold liquid going up my arm. At first it was freezing, then I felt like my veins were on fire. I couldn't breathe. I was swallowed up by a darkness. Like a living creature was trying to eat me hole. That was the last thing I remember feeling before the markings. But little did I know I would remember nothing.