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