Note: the point of views will change between Pen's and 3rd person omniscient for Pit from now on.
Pain.
That's all I feel all over my body as I lay there in the alcove, the source of the pain came from my shoulders and hips.
They dislocated them so I would have a less chance to escape. Everytime I move, I let out a scream in pain.
It is night now and they, the Dark Angels, who I realized are just dark copies of three bullies at my school, Sloan, Isaac, and Michael, will be coming soon to torture me.
I hear the flapping of wings and cringed, sending a prick of pain through me. They're here.
"Why hello, Pencil." Michael laughed, using the nickname they gave me. I hated it.
I saw something flash in Sloan's hand. I gasp. It was knife.
Sloan grabbed my arms and yanked me up, cringing in pain, I try to break free of his grip. He squeezes my arms. Then with the knife, he slowly cut open my arms, from my wrists to my elbows. I screamed out in pain.
"Shut up!" Isaac yelled, and punched me in the jaw, my eyes were already swollen shut from earlier. I start to cry.
Sloan drops me and I lay on the ground, my body trembling in fear. I could see the sun rising. I saw Isaac and Sloan turn to leave.
I close my eyes, trying to get some sleep, but suddenly I feel a foot kick me in the side so hard I thought I heard a crack. I yelp and curl up. Trying to ignore the pain in my hips and shoulders. I open my eyes and see Michael walking away.
Once they were gone, I continued to cry.
Please, Pit or Pittoo, please find me...
Oh vey, guys, that was extremely hard to write! I hope you enjoy this chapter! In the future, I will try to make them longer. And if you have any suggestions on what should Sloan, Isaac, and Michael should do to Pen please say in the Reviews! Bye!
~Pen
