Fyrebyrd02 – Thanks for the comment, I do admit the abuse thing and a rough family life is overly used, however I didn't know how else to start; besides I wanted to experiment. Thanks again!

Tahalli – Well here you go, next chapter! Yay

HotShot14 – Oh hey! Good to see you're still around. You better get back into the TF thing! snort I hope my story can help. Anywho, thanks for the ideas and comment, I like the minicon idea.

Slowly opening her eyes, Laura blinked several times. She couldn't see, it was pitch dark and the only thing she could hear was the pounding rain outside.

Outside?

Sitting up, Laura's head grazed a low ceiling, "where am I?"

Suddenly a panel just ahead of her lit up, it was a radio? The light glow of the buttons and a small display screen allowed her to see she was sitting in a relatively small car.

She began to panic, whose car? It was then she remembered seeing a car and a giant figure before she fainted.

What? A giant hand? This wasn't making any sense, she peering out the window to see if she could see anyone, but she couldn't. The lightening was long gone and only the remnants of the storm was left behind, which didn't help too much because she couldn't see if she was still on the mountain. Crawling to the front seat, she slipped and fell down onto the floor. Crawling back up to the seat, she took note that mud was all over. Whoever's car this was, wasn't going to be happy. Either way she was getting out of here. Unlocking the doors with a simple flick of a switch, she went to pull the door open but there was a soft click.

The door wouldn't open.

"Oh for goodness sake! It's locked!" She slammed her fist against the door; it was when the car slightly shuddered under the strike she began to get even more confused, "not very sturdy..." she murmered as she began to study the car more closely. Red leather seats, sportish type, and a small back seat area. There didn't seem to be anything special.

"That's it; if I'm stuck here I might as well enjoy myself." Pulling out her bag and box she began the same delicate process as before. Once done she pulled out her lighter and lit her 'special' cigarette up. Inhaling deeply she began coughing and the smoke blew all over.

"Agh! Disgusting! What is that horrid… t-thing you're breathing? It's smells so bad!"

Laura pushed herself up against the seat, only to crawl to the back.

"Who said that?"

The car remained silent for a moment only to reply, hesitantly, "You wouldn't want to know."

She took another drag and crawled closer to the front panel of the car, bobbing her head around the controls, "Is there like a camera in here? And you can see me, and hear me, and I can hear you?"

The car coughed, "you're going to ruin my filters, put that thing out!"

"You can smell through the camera too?" Laura leaned back into the rear seat and slid down to a point where her feet were near the dash.

"You are a strange human; I shouldn't have picked you up."

"I'm strange? You should hear yourself! A camera, filters, and a mechanical sounding voice," she smirked, "what are you? A car robot?"

It fell silent for a few minutes, and Laura suddenly piped up, "Can you open your window... just a crack?"

The car silently allowed the window to be open just a bit. Laura crawled to the front seat once more and flicked the butt outside into the rain. Sitting back down she signed, "What are you going to do with me."

"I don't know yet. I have yet to receive orders."

"Orders?" she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her sweater. Turning the heavy material inside out she began wiping down the seats.

"What are you doing?"

"Well it looks like I'm going to be around for awhile so I don't want to sit in mud." She looked at her pants; they were caked with mud all over the back so she decided to be rid of them too.

"This is awkward." the car seemed to huff

Laura cleaned up the front seats and crawled to the back where most the mud was. Once it was relatively cleaned she reclined and looked out the window.

"So who are you?" Laura looked to the dash board, where she believed the camera still was.

"Erm-"

"Hotshot?" A deeper sounding voice came through the speakers.

"Yes, sir?"

"Has the kid woken up?"

"Kid! I'm a young adult thank you!"

"Yeah, she has. What are your orders?"

"Drive her home."

Laura's heart jumped. Home? This Hotshot guy was driving her home? She couldn't go there. She sat up.

"Alright, here we go."

The car suddenly lurched and it threw Laura back down into the small seat space.

"So where am I taking you?"

"Not home." Laura growled, hanging onto the seat in front of her for dear life, "and how the hell is this car driving!"

"This is a special car. Now tell me, where do you live?"

They went over a bump.

"I'm not letting you take me home!" Laura yelled and the car suddenly stopped.

"Listen, I've got to drive you home that's my orders whether you like it or not, now either you answer my question or…"
"What? You'll lock me in here for the rest of my days, Hotshot? What kind of name is that anyway? Certainly not a human name I've ever heard before." She quirked a brow and eased her way into the front seat.

"My name doesn't matter. I have to get you back home, and if you tell me, the sooner you get to leave me." The seat belt suddenly crossed her chest and locked in place.

Laura seemed to snort, "Fine, I'll tell you."

Laura looked solemnly towards the old house she called home. The seat belt slowly slid off her and the doors unlocked.

"Get your shoes on and head on out."

Laura snatched her shoes and threw the door open. Hopping out with her pants, shoes and sweater in one arm, she slammed the door shut with the other as hard as she could. She crossed the front of the car and reached the porch safely. Opening the screen door slowly, Laura looked around. Her mother and sister were no where on site and her brother… where was her brother? Looking back, the car was gone. Strange.

Shutting the door she allowed her stuff to drop quietly to the ground and she padded her way quietly towards the kitchen.

Suddenly her brother flicked on the light, "BOO!"

Laura screeched and jumped back while the aroma of beer slapped into her face.

Jake cackled and stumbled to the living room, roughly landing on the couch.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"I am too." Laura snorted and picked up her clothes after turning out the kitchen light.

"T-shirt and underwear eh? You trying out mom's profession as a whore? You'd probably do better than her."

Laura began her way upstairs, there was no sense arguing with her bigger brother. Peeking into her mother's room, she saw that her mom was silently sleeping on the bed. Their pet cat Jingles, which they rarely see, jumped down from the bed and made its way towards her.

"C'mon chubby." Laura quietly patted her leg as she went into her room. The cat began purring and rubbing its face on the door frame. Dropping her clothes in an old laundry basket, Laura threw on her pajamas and checked the time. It was almost twelve thirty and she had school tomorrow!

Crawling into bed she set her alarm and soon drifted off to sleep, the yellow sports car in her mind.

A voice? Laura looked around. Surrounding her was the forest, the rain, the thunder, and of course, the mud. Yet something was not right. Everything seemed to have a light shade of purpleand it kept getting dark and darker.

Suddenly a loud roar tore through the silence. Laura fell back with a cry, with her eyes tightly shut, and her hands over her ears she waited for the sound to stop. When it did, she slowly looked up to the front of a motorcycle.

She backed up. The tire was nearly a foot away from her, which was too close for comfort.

"Laura, you must listen to me."

"What? How do you know my name?" Laura slowly stood up to be level with the bike.

"I know many things m'dear, and so much I could teach you."

"I'm not used to being taught by a motorcycle… this must be some strange school dream." Laura smirked.

"Oh no, this is much more than a dream." It was then, Laura noticed the rider against the darkness, "I want to make you an offer, Laura."

The rider of the motorcycle gracefully stepped off the abnormally large vehicle, and began towards her. Laura backed off, she had a bad feeling.

"What? what's your offer?"

He held out his hand towards her as he picked up his pace a bit, "become my personal assistant, become my pupil and live a divine life. A life you can enjoy instead of hate."

Laura shook her head, something wasn't right.

"What's wrong?" the motorcycle revved and drove around them, only to fade in darkness. Laura found it harder to breathe as the man came closer, his hand still outstretched. She began to pick up her pace, making the gap between them larger, when suddenly the bike came out of nowhere and stopped behind her. This made her stop in her tracks.

"Do you not want to live the life?"

"What's your name?"

The man was taken back for a second, "Sideways."

"Do you work with Hotshot?"

"No. This has nothing to do with our conversation."

The bike behind her slowly crammed into her back and pushed her towards the dark figure, and no matter how hard she resisted, she couldn't get around the bike.

"Now answer me, Laura. Answer my question."

"No!"

His words became harsher, "you must want to live the divine life, with me, I can bring you that, just say yes."

Ten feet.

"No, I can't." Laura could feel a cold sweat starting up.

Eight feet.

"Why not, dear human?"

"I don't know you, I don't know what I must learn and do as an assistant and a pupil."

Six feet.

"How do I know there isn't a catch?" She kept trying to resist the bike behind her, pull off to the side and get around the nose of it, yet she felt as though her back was bounded to it.

Four feet.

"You're a smart human." His voice became softer as both arms reached out towards her, "there is a catch."

She twisted her face in confusion, why would he tell her?

Two feet

Sideways suddenly took hold of her in his arms, pushing her onto the front end of the bikeand tried to keep her gaze within his, yet she refused to meet those pink eyes. He leaned in close to her ear as she tried to push him off, "you will be eternally bound to me, but while you shall be immortal… you could be one of the most powerful beings. No one would take advantage of you; no one would be able to hurt you." He slid his hand under her chin and turned her face towards him.

"All you have to do is say yes, open your soul to me."

Laura opened her mouth but no words came out, she was frightened to death, she felt like she was going to be violated, brutally killed. Tears welled up in her eyes and begin to fall down her cheek, were these in fear? Or were these tears of joy? Laura justimagined, what it would be like to never be hurt again, the live in something too good to be true, and for once, someone would be with her.

No, she bit her lip. Those eyes, were almost… hypnotic, she felt her head begin to slowly bob in a 'yes' manner.

"Say it," he hissed, "Say yes."

Laura was ready, "Ye-"

Suddenly she was cut off by a loud repetitive beep. She broke the link between their eyes and began looking around.

"Laura!" Sideways shook her, and when she looked back to him, she felt suddenly weakened.

"Say the word."

"Y…yes!"

Sideways cackled, "Yes! YES! You have made the right choice!"

"But why me?" she murmered

"You are capable, unlike many other humans… your heart does not bond to your life. Now open your soul to me! We shall make this complete!"

He threw her arms open, exposing her torso and drew back his arm; fingers suddenly became long needle-like shapes. Laura gasped and tried to pull back, the beeping blaring in her ears, but her struggle was no use.

Sideways plunged his needle-like fingers deep into her chest, and she felt as though she were punched by a million knives. A burning sensation sped through her flesh, through her veins. Her eyes suddenly hurt and she closed them, everything in her body was in pain "Hold on my dear… the process is almost complete. Soon your spirit will separate from your physical form, and you can be with me!"

What? Laura's eyes shot open, this means he's… killing me! I didn't know I had to die first!

She suddenly heard a faint yelling, a hard sting on the cheek. She started to focus on the beeping, on the yelling, on the faint tingling. The pain began to fade, "What are you doing!" Sideways shoved his fingers into her flesh farther but it wasn't working, "no, stop!"

"I can't die, Sideways, I can't die!"

She grabbed hold of his wrist and began to pull him free of her. Particles of white light came from five holes in her chest but soon filled up with the normal pattern of her pajama top.

Suddenly one more slap and reality came back greeting her with a yelling mother.

"You stop talking in your sleep! And for gods sake, turn off that alarm!"

Laura slowly sat up and shook her head, turning off her alarm. Standing she grabbed her towel and went into the bathroom. Starting up the water, she began removing her pajamas that were drenched in sweat, "gross…" she looked up to herself in the mirror and leaned in closer. The white of her eyes were a light pink, as though they were recovering from being bloodshot and upon her chest, around her heart were five marks.

She got a cold shudder through her body by just remembering the events that had happened overnight. Stepping into the water she began thoroughly washing herself, today was another day, and for now, she'll just have to forget about her traumatic events.

Wow, creepy eh? and a fast update. It took me a good 5 hours to do this one cause I had to keep re-writing it until I had an idea I liked. Anyway feel free to read and review and tell me what you think. Open to ideas.