"Hello?

Is anyone out there?

Hello?"

As I walked home from school, I read the book Mr. S lent to me this morning. It was quite interesting, and I really wanted to know more, but here's the thing. Yes, it did have a lot of cool stuff in it, but none of it was all that surprising. It's as if I already knew this stuff... Weird... Near the middle of the book was a picture of a young Japanese girl playing an acoustic guitar on a floaring island. The color scheme is almost Miyazki-esque. My body froze instantly as my eyes blinked in disbelief. This girl named Noodle looked like a shorter version of me! How long I was there just staring, maybe 5 minutes, maybe 10? However long I was there, it didn't matter, because from out of no where a dirty hand pulled my waist back. Before I could even scream this man's hand cupped over my mouth quickly. I tried to scream, but I suddenly became really sleepy. My body lost it's ability to stand on its own, and before I knew it....everything I saw and heard disappeared into the nothingness.....

Yoko Sen, dead at age 15

Can you feel pain when your dead? No, probably not. There's something behind me. Kind of sharp, but it almost feels like a chair. I attempted to open my eyes, but there was some really coarse fabric that made sure they stayed closed. . Tight ropes bound my body to this ancient relic. There were also some ropes that were wrapped so tightly that they burned red bracelets into my wrists and ankles. Voices around me spoke in a language that I couldn't understand. It sounded like old Celtic or maybe German, full of harsh sounds. I was scared for my life. Massive footsteps of one of my captors began to approach me like an angry elephant. He licked the side of my face, and it was as slimy as a slug, but as rough as the side of a mesquite tree. My muffled screams pierced my own ears, but it just made my captors laugh in delight. Another one of them pushed me to the ground and began to open my uniform jacket violently. I squirmed as best I could but to no avail. I continued to scream as loud as I possibly could, hoping that the projection would reach somebody.

Rocky! Dad! Somebody please save me!

As I was about to give up, a voice broke through the hollow laughter.

"I said leave her alone" the voice commanded sternly. I couldn't recognize its owner. The voice was very rough and kind of throaty sounding. It resembled someone's I knew, but who? Whoever this guy was, I hope that he'd be okay.

The leader of my captives stepped forward to stop this guy's advancements. The other two stayed back and shielded me from this testosterone fueled battle.

Augh, when was the last time these goons took a shower. It smelled like a disease-ridden landfill after a monsoon. Woah, weird scenario. The men were in battle; sounds of groans and fist hitting bone filled the intense air. The two goons in front of me left their posts and yelled what i'm assuming is a battle cry. In a matter of minutes, I was in the nothingness once again. I trembled with anticipation on who the victor was.

There was a slight tugging at my jacket, I screamed violently as a I tried to kick my way out like a wish.

"Wo-oh relax 'luv, 'm not gonna hurt ya" assured the young voice. He buttoned up my blouse and jacket quickly and spoke again, "Don't worry, 'm not lookin... bit cold isn't it?"

I relaxed my muscles and felt the ropes at my ankles fall to the ground lightly. The same happened with the ones securing my hands together. As he loosened the rope that bound my chest, I untied around my mouth and then my eyes.

My savior knelt down by my as he fiddled with this conundrum. He swore under his breath when he snagged a difficulty. From what I can tell, he was maybe a little bit older than me. He had dark black hair that was slicked back in a messy ponytail. This was a perfect contrast to his pale skin, which I might add has a bit of a green hue to it. It's not too noticeable, but under these circumstances, I got to take note of everything.

I bit my lip and let out a messily excuse for a form of gratitude. I swear I sounded like a rodent. His head snapped up and his eyes grew in amazement. Maybe because my eyes were so blue, but he was in no position to judge. I too looked into his mismatched eyes with the same amazement reflecting back at me. His left eye was as dark as his hair, but the other was a diluted blood red. He cleared his throat and helped me off the concrete.

"My name is JT Hennessey, nice to meet you" he spoke proudly.

"Y—yo-yoko... Yoko Sen." I put my hand into his as I did my best to stand up on my own. My legs felt like cherry gelatin as I fell forward. Thankfully, JT caught me before I hit the floor again. I averted my eyes embarrassingly away from this young man, but I felt his body maneuver around until I was hoisted on his back piggy back style. Not even 30 seconds later, my freaking stomach roars for some sort of substance. My face glowed a red apple...man red apple sounds good right now

"I'll take yew out to dinnah, my treat" I tried to argue, but he wouldn't even hear me out He's just as bad as Rocky! JT glided over the motionless bodies with ease. They were all pretty tall and each of them wore a deep burgundy cloak with a bizarre geometric logo in gold.

"Who are those guys?" I questioned worringly

JT assured nonchalantly, "cult members"

A light mist shrouded the city. It was Friday, but it wasn't as crowded as it usually was. I don't think I've been here before, but it looked really familiar. I don't know why, but it just did.

There were a lot of things that happened today that I couldn't understand. One of them being JT Hennessey. He was a slim young guy, toned, but still relatively slim. How did he manage to beat down those guys without any damage to himself? So, I went ahead and asked him.

"Don't judge me based on my appearance. I have the act of deception in my blood."

That statement should've worried me a bit, but I knew I could trust him. JT plopped me down on the back of his American motorcycle. . No I do not know the name of this thing. He then took off his black leather jacket to reveal a dark blue long sleeved shirt with some stains on it. Before I knew it, the jacket was on me, shielding my body against the rain.

This guy smells so much better then those cult guys! JT smelled like Irish Spring soap w/ just a spritz of body spray. Y'know just enough to make himself presentable, but not trying too hard.

"Mr. Hennessey?" I asked sweetly

"Mister?" his eyes grew in disbelief as he adjusted my helmet, " 'luv yew do know 'm only 17 right?"

Well no I did not know you were only seventeen! I thought you were in your twenties or something, but I didn't say that a lot. I just let my face blush nervously, right when I was starting to turn back to my normal golden color.

"J-jay-Tee?"

"Well, that's an improvement... wot can I do for you darlin'?"

' Luv? Darlin'? And he wonders why I think he's older than seventeen!

"How did you find me, you know with those guys and stuff?"

"Yew got a crazy set of lungs" he said simply while he revved the motorcycle slowly.

"I wot?"

"Yer loud, as in insanely loud. But yew coulda been a bit loudah, not sure the people in Canada coulda heard yew"

well that answered that issue.

So Yoko Sen rode off into the sunset with her knight and shining armor and his noble steed.

PFFT. Yeah right

It was more along the lines. Yoko Sen rode off into the dark night with a guy dressed in black and his trusted hug. Oh well just as long as I was saved.

Wait a minute! Where's my stuff!?