Well, I am very pissed off at SOME people. My stories Sweep enquires and The Randomness of the Seasons have been taken off the site. I do not like it and intend to fix them to their liking so that my fans will be able to read them.

Nofurylikewiccanscorn: WELL YOU CAN'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENS UNTIL I GET THREE REVIEWS! But since you are reading this I must have got three reviews. Anyway. You're not actually aloud to shake your fist threateningly. I do that and it's my thing. I had it copyrighted see. Shakes fists threateningly © But anyway, I loof it how you think my story is cool. It makes me feel special.

Wiccan-gal: My loyal fan, my very loyal fan. You see you and nofurylikewiccanscorn; you make me continue to write because you always tell me how much you like my story. Yeah, well, my story is finally getting interesting. Well, just to tell you. I have planned don't the story so I know what is happening and, its not ending for ages. This is a good thing because you love it. But is a bad thing because I want to get started on my next to stories and Blood of the New's sequel. Opps (covers mouth mockly) have I said too much?

Bradhadair: I'm glad you like the Ebony/Ryker relationship, which is strangely my least favourite relationship out of them all. Huh, weird. Anyway, on with the story

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Erimentha walked up to her motel room, keys gripped in her hand. It had been two days since she escaped but she remembered it clearly. If she forgot, the scars and bruises would remind her.

She fumbled with her keys. She eventually opened the door to her motel room. She closed it behind her and sat on the bed. She looked around her. A bed, a closet for clothes, a bedside table, a mirror and a fridge. Pretty basic, she thought to herself. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. Her clothes were torn and blood was stained on her skin. She would go shopping tomorrow. She couldn't bare anymore human interaction today. It was bad enough walking from the port where her ferry docked to here.

She sat back down on her bed and winced. Her neck still hurt and she was still quite drowsy. She thought back to what had happened two days ago when she escaped her prison.

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Although Robin was out of the way, he wasn't the only security guard that worked here. And it was only when she opened the fire exit door she remembered that the door had an alarm attached. She kept running anyway, hoping that no one would hear the siren that was piercing into her brain.

Her hopes were in vain as four doctors and security guards stood in her way to freedom and sanity. They would not keep her here.

"Erimentha, get back inside." Called one of them, his voice deep and loud. The strictness in it would have scared a small child, but not her. Two of the men were holding syringes, they were doctors while the other two were unarmed, unaware of the power that flowed though her.

"No," she growled. At this the men charged at her, the men started to form in a line. First, the two guards and then the two doctors, one after the other incase of incident.

The two guards held her arms back, as they had done on the day Darren was taken. One doctor stood a few yards behind as the other one grabbed her shoulder while squeezing the syringe slightly. She knew this was her chance.

The doctor slowly brought the needle to her neck. Just then, she used the two guards for support as she pushed herself off the ground, kicked the doctor in the face and spun out of the grip holding her down. She grabbed her arm in pain as she realised the needle had dug deep into her arm and was bleeding rapidly. She felt a guard come up behind her and elbowed him in the nose.

She spun and kicked the other guard in the stomach. Her attention now lay on the other doctor that had, until this point, stood back and watched the struggle. She threw a punch at him but he dodged it and threw one at her face. A direct hit. Before she could retaliate, the doctor punched her stomach, causing her to double over in pain.

She knew that if he hit her again, it would be over. She would be drugged and taken back in to her prison, put in a more secure cell aka worse condition than before. She wouldn't be able to escape, or even try, then.

He shaped his hand into the shape of a fist and time seemed to slow as Erimentha sloped into a state of mind she never knew she could. His hand moved towards her face, if hit would be the final move in this game. Instinctively, her hand moved up and caught his. But instead of playing another move in the fight, she held on tightly.

She looked at his face, he was petrified. As blood fell from his hand, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. She finally let go but quickly spun and kicked him. She did this again and he fell to the ground. Blood pouring from one hand and the needle in the other. She reached down quickly and grabbed the needle in her hand.

She held it above her shoulder, ready to jab it into his neck. She suddenly felt someone grabbing her hand and, before she could even think of what to do next, they pushed it into her neck.

She felt the drugs entering her body and, quickly, making their way into her blood stream. Everything seemed dimmer slightly, but she had to hold on. She punched her assailant behind her in the mug, spun around and pulled the needle out of her neck. All the drugs were gone, they were in her. The man stumbled backwards slightly and something gleamed in his jacket.

Before she knew what it was, she reached and grabbed it. The blade of the athame shone in the suns light. The man took a step forward and she thought it another attack. She plunged the athame in his heart and he fell to the ground.

She turned and ran to the woods surrounding this place. Everything was gradually growing darker. Her legs grew tired and she was barely able to breath. She sank down beside a tree and her eyes shut. The outside world was becoming nothing but a blur. She could vaguely hear commotion coming from where she had fought prior. It was all noise. It mixed in with everything else.

Apart from her heartbeat pounding in her head. It grew louder and louder in her ears. A constants drum beat. It began to run faster as everything else slowed. She began to feel her body temperature rise and knew she was over-heating. She could feel all her organs slow almost to a stop. The tree's hard structure was not even enough to draw support from. She collapsed onto the ground.

The buzzing of the forest stopped and she could no longer hear her heart. Everything was black. The last thing she heard was in the distance but was as clear as if she was standing right next to it.

"He's dead."

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Erimentha woke; unaware of anything that had happened. She sat, not remembering where she was, not knowing how she got there. Until it all came rushing back to her. Darren, Robin, her escape. But what hit the most was the athame. She looked down at her athame, still gripped around the athame. The blade no longer glistened, but stained, tainted. Tainted by the blood of a man. An innocent man just doing what he was paid to do. And she killed him for that.

Something had come over her back there. Something evil, she had just stabbed a man and ran. She had run. She never checked on him or the others. She had stabbed and she knew that when he fell to the ground, he wouldn't get up again. She was a murderer, a cold-blooded criminal.

She threw the tainted evidence away but it didn't change the facts, what she was now. Murderer. She might as well of killed everyone in that hospital. She probably could, if she wanted. She had already killed one. Maybe more. She had never thought of the other men that she left lying there. The man she viscously attacked, he could have died. The other two men could be, but it was highly unlikely.

She looked down at her hands. They were covered in blood, his blood. She drew them into her. Silent tears turned into sobs that shook her body.

Although all she wanted to do was stay and cry, she knew she had to keep moving. They would find her if she didn't. She clumsily stood up and looked ahead. She didn't know what lay past the trees or how long until a city. But she was willing to walk and find out. She held her hands close into her and started her journey.

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She fumbled with her keys. She eventually opened the door to the motel room. She closed the door behind her and sat on the bed. After she had gotten through the woods, which weren't as big as she thought them to be. She was just lucky to find that there was a free room left in a ferry crossing to Ireland. She thought that half of her family lived in Ireland and it was closer than America where the other half was. She bought the ticket and had come to Ireland. She then walked until she found a low priced motel. That brought her here.

She didn't know what she was going to do now. Her Mum and Da would already know she escaped and would send her straight back. They wouldn't believe what they did to her. She couldn't go back there, not now. She looked down at herself. She could probably use some more clothing than these. I'll go tomorrow, she thought as she lay down on the bed. Tears racked her body as she cried. She had lost her love and was now a murderer. She couldn't go to her family for help, she had no one to comfort her. Could thing get any worse?

A/N ERIMENTHA, NEVER SAY THAT! That just proves things are going to get a hell of a lot worse. Anyway, you know the drill, read and review! Please I have review withdrawal symptoms.