Disclaimer: I must say, never did i think i'd get 11 reviews for one story! That is a record for me! So, thankyou to everyone who has reviewed this story. I'm also glad to see you all do not think this is boring. I was feeling kind of doubtful until i read these reviews. Well, please enjoy chapter five.

Chapter 5

Finally, after chatting with her brother for pretty much all night, Crystal had finally fell asleep at about 7 am. Which, now it was just about to be 11 am. Unlike Crystal though, her brother was wide awake. He lay on the outside of the bed, as his sister slept soundly closest to the wall. He was on his side facing the door, and his sister was facing the wall. The covers were dark blue and pretty comfortable. At least more comfortable than the ones there parents' had provided them. Their parents had always seemed to buy as little things for them as possible, and when they did buy them something they had bought the cheapest piece of crap available. They pretty much had used all their money on themselves and their big spendings. Oh how greedy they were! It puzzled Chris as to how someone could be so selfish. He probably would never be able to figure that out seeing as he was a decent young man.

For some reason, he just couldn't fall asleep. Actually, the reason wasn't that hard to figure out. He had just escaped his parents, beat up his parent's and their friends, and not only that but make a sudden change to a new place to stay. His life was changing drastically; along with his sister's. It was a little strange that his sister was not the one awake. After all, she had killed her father. Though he could not blame her, as he probably would have done the same thing too if his father would have done that to her. He was a bit weary about the cops tracking them down. Then again, their parents did not work or go anywhere. So, no one would be missing them. Still, there was always a possibility. After all, they always seemed to have the worst of luck.

The sun was covered by dark, rainy clouds that caused the area to give off a gloomy effect. But you could not tell because there were no windows in this part of the small cabin they were occupied in.

Feeling a sudden bit of hunger, Chris pushed himself off the bed slowly to make sure his sister was not disturbed. He walked over to the door on tip toes, and slowly pulled the door open and walked out; shutting the door gently behind him. Hopefully there was something good to munch on in this place.

Everything in the room Crystal was located in was full of equipment, tables, and machines. Darkness hid each corner of the room mysteriously. The room gave off an odd smell; the type of smell that made most people get the feeling they should not be here.

She tried move her right arm, but it refused to budge. Then, she tried to move it with much more force, but it still would not move. Panic began to overwhelm her as her icy blue orbs frantically looked around the place. No one was around her. It was just her in the room. Or at least that was what she thought.

She twisted her head to the side the best she could to notice she was strapped down to an operating table; her wrists strapped above her head. Turning her head straight again, she felt as if something, or someone was now watching her.

'Calm down...' She tried to soothe herself; inhaling a deep breathe of air and then slowly breathing out.

It helped her calm down momentarily, until a sudden light flashed on. The light was on the other side of the room, located in the right corner. Scrunching her eyes up due to the light being so bright, she tensed once she heard a voice. What was going on? Where was she?

"Finally, i will have what i desire."

Eventually, Crystal was able to slowly open her eyes up. The light was still pretty bright; but not as bright as before so she was able to make out the figure a hare. It looked to be a man with long, bushy white hair. In front of him was a table that was similiar to the one she was strapped down to. She could slightly make out who the person was that was placed on the table. After a few seconds of concentrating really hard, it hit her hard that this was her brother lying limp on the table. What did this man want from her brother!?

Without meaning to really speak out loud, Crystal shouted to the man. "What are you doing to Chris!?"

Suddenly, the man twisted around and stared Crystal dead in the face. Sadly, she could still not make out his face due to the light reflecting from it. But she did notice he was wearing a white lab coat. Was he possibly a scientist? It would make since.

The strange man advanced over to her; the light finally away from him to reveal an old, wrinkly face. Without a word, the man reached for his belt that was hid under his lab coat. Pulling his hand out from under his coat, Crystal noticed he had grabbed a pocket knife. Her icy blue eyes widened in terror. Was he going to kill her?

"Wh- what are doing with that?" Crystal stammered as she spoke.

The old man's cold blue eyes began to glimmer as he held his pocket knife up. What was up with him? Without warning, the man thrust the blade downward. Just when she thought he was about to pierce her with his blade, he suddenly came to a halt; the blade not even an inch away from her upper chest. The man drew the blade back to his side with a sly grin on his face and walked back over towards her brother.

Crystal by now was shaking from head to toe. This man was messing with her; trying to scare her. He probably thought of what he had just done as entertaining! What a sick bastard this man was turning out to be! As she looked onward towards where the man was facing her brother, she tried to speak but could not due to her being so frightened. Was her brother even awake?

Just as the man had done with her, he proceeded to doing with her brother. Only this time, he did not come to a halt. The blade thrust right through her brother's stomach. The man pulled the blade out from Chris to reveal crimson red blood glittering from the reflection of the light. Finally, Crystal found it in her to speak, only this time a high pitched screech came out along with a few words.

"Stop it! Leave my brother alone!"

The man did not even glance back at her. He only responded by thrusting the knife back into her brother's stomach; only deeper. The man repeated the process three more times, before he turned himself around to face Crystal; who was now crying furiously.

Without even a word from the man, he walked over to her with the knife still held firmly in his now bloody hands. Crystal did not dare look, she only turned her head the other direction as she continued on crying. Slowly, the man raised the knife right above her upper chest; just like earlier. With no time spared, the man thrusted the knife down towards her upper chest; just as Crystal turned her head to face him. Sadly, this time he had not stopped. Just as the knife went through her, everything blacked out

"Noooo!" Crystal shouted as she jolted up from the bed she had been sleeping on.

Her beautiful blue eyes were wide with fear, and her heart was racing non-stop. Slowly, it began to dawn on her that she had been having a nightmare. At first, she did not remember where she was. But it soon came back to her. She was at her friend's place with her brother; in a cabin. Where was her brother? Probably already up. Sighing in relief, she dropped back down onto the mattress, staring up at the ceiling as she calmed herself.

Suddenly, the door of the room she was located in slammed open to reveal a worried Chris. "What's wrong, sis?!"

Glad to see her brother, she flashed a small smile at him as she responded. "It was just a nightmare"

Coming up right behind Chris, Teresa spoke in an anxious voice.

"Crystal what's wrong?!"

Pushing herself up into a sitting position, Crystal slowly made her way off the bed. She still had her clothes on from yesterday she just realized as she walked over to her brother.

"I was having a nightmare..." Crystal answered warily.

"Wanna talk about it?" Teresa offered as she stared at her friend caringly.

Not in the mood to tell about her life like dream, Crystal responded calmly with. "No thanks...Hey what time is it?"

"It's noon time. It seems Chaase and the others are deep sleepers because they didn't even flinch from your scream." Chris answered calmly.

"Wow..kinda like our p-" Crystal stopped dead in mid sentence. It just dawned on her that she had murdered her father.

"Our parents?" Chris finished for his sister a bit unsurely.

"Y- yea...i just remembered what happened yesterday was all." Crystal answered truthfully.

A sympathetic look began to take it's form on Chris's features as he stared at his sister. How long would it take for her to get over that? It was the only option she could've chosen to get their Dad off him. Though, he probably would feel the same way if it were him that had done that. They were both innocent human beings; so guilt would definetely take it's toll on him. Though, he had to help his sister stop feeling so guilty. Maybe he could distract her from feeling so guilty, and they could go and get some fresh air.

"Sis, it was the only thing you could have done to get him off me. There was no other outlet; please don't feel so guilty..." Chris attempted to comfort his sister.

Crystal was aware that it was the only way to save her brother. But still; she had murdered someone. She was a murderer; no matter how bad a man her father had been. If she was able to do such a thing, what was stopping her from murdering another person? To her it seemed she was easily blinded by rage. What if someone was to anger her again like her father? Trying to shake herself out of her deep train of thought, she finally responded to her brother.

"But that does not change the fact that i am still a murderer."

Chris could not find the right words to respond with, so he decided that they should all change the subject. "Yall wanna go out and get some fresh air?"

"Good idea! As a matter of fact, your supposed to see the places where we can go. Cuz there are some cliffs down here that you need to know about." Teresa suddenly put in with feeling.

"You up to it, sis?" Chris asked.

Crystal nodded solomely, before responding with words. "Sure. Let's go ahead. I'm not sure about you but i can't stand waiting..."

"Okay then follow me." Teresa said as she turned around, heading towards the door.

Both Crystal and her brother nodded before taking off behind Teresa. Soon the three of them were both out the door, and now outside surrounded by luscious green trees. The air smelled fresh; free. A very different auroma from when they were at home. The two of them had rarely been allowed out the house. But now, they no longer felt closed up. They were free! They could finally expirience the world. This feeling caused a happy sort of sensation to ball up inside of Crystal, until it eventually found it's way to her features; a smile now planted on her.

"It's so fresh out here." Crystal commented as she continued enjoying being so free.

Teresa turned back to her friend with a smile. She nodded before responding to Crystal. "I know, that is what i love about the forest."

"So, where are we heading first?" Chris asked anxiously as he glanced around the place.

Teresa took a brief glance at Chris before answering him. "Im gonna show you where the motorcycles are."

At those words, it just dawned on Crystal that this had been specifically called a 'biker' gang. Not just a gang. Her brother and her had been upset to even give a care about it when they had arrived here last night. She had never rode a motorcycle before, so this was in a way scary to her. But she could master it. Hopefully.

Without anymore said, Teresa began to walk behind the cabin. Looking briefly back at the two twins, she motioned for them to follow her. Once they arrived behind the cabin, they were surprisingly greeted by six or seven motorcycles. They were magnificent!

"Wow! Where did you get those?!" Chris spoke out loud in amazement before his sister could say a word.

Teresa flashed Chris a guilty look which was soon washed away and finally responded. "Truthfully...half of them were stolen. The other was given."

Crystal was quite taken aback to hear that her friend Teresa, and her other friend had stolen more than half the motorcycles. It was them stealing and not the others seeing as they were like the leaders of this biker gang. Well actually they probably did steal too, but the big stuff was probably left for Teresa and Chase. Funny how they had never known their two best friends were in a biker gang; going against the law to get what they wanted. A sudden question popped into her head that she could not help but ask her friend.

"How did you get away with stealing them?"

"They were Chase's fathers motorcycles. When his father passed away he took them. He did'nt really care about his father because of the way he treated him." Teresa explained quickly.

That made Crystal wander if Chase had been beaten by his father just like her and her brother. If so, she definetly knew how he felt!

"His father beat him?" Crystal could'nt help but ask.

Teresa nodded grimly before responding. "Yea. His mother passed away when he was only at the age of four."

Sympathy shot through Crystal. "Wow..."

"But enough of that. Let's continue with the tour." Teresa changed the subject suddenly.

Both Crystal and her brother nodded enthusiastically. The both of them enjoyed checking out new things. Besides they had never been in a forest or the woods because of there parents. If they had traveled too far their parents would have beaten the daylights out of them.

Teresa raised her right hand up to chest level; pointing towards the rocky mountains a couple miles in the distance. "We ride our bikes up there every now and then. You'd have to get closer to see, but there is a road on one of them."

The sight, even when miles away, was amazing. Crystal could not wait to get a closer look. She wondered if anyone lived up there. Nah, that would be crazy. There just could'nt be! But just when she thought that, Teresa answered her question as if she had read her mind.

"There is said to be a man living up in those mountains. None of us have seen him."

Crystal was sure that was just a myth. No one could actually be living up there. There was'nt anywhere to live! Unless you were'nt human. Meaning you'd have to be an animal. Where did that rumor orignate from, anyway?

"Hey, do you know who started that rumor?" Crystal questioned curiously.

Teresa nodded as in no, but without saying a word. It did not seem they were going to really go on a tour. They were probably just going to be pointed out things just like right now. That sucked! Crystal wanted to explore and get to see it for herself. Ah, well...

"So we're not actually going anywhere today?" Chris finaly spoke up as he turrned around to face Teresa.

"We will be. But when it is this early we're usually still asleep. If we're awake, we just watch TV or something like that." Teresa answered.

No more word was transpired, oddly enough. At least not until everyone else had gotten wide and awake. Nothing very exciting happened today, so there is not much to tell that would catch anyone's interest. Well, except one thing maybe. All of them were been hanging out, now all awake, inside the cabin. If were to be outside next to the door, you would most likely hear the loud, Heavy metal music band Korn playing at full blast. Inside, all of the teens were inside the largest room.

Surprising enough, Crystal was drinking. She was located on the couch, leaning back comfortably as she stared off into space with a beer in her right hand. The clock, which was to the right of Crystal on the wall read 1 am. Even though they all had just started partying, Crystal was already drunk. You could tell by this little gleam in her right icy blue orb. It was her first time drinking. She had drank out of impulse. Actually it was because she had seen her parents do it before and always had wondered how it felt. Now she knew. She'd be feeling it in the morning, she could foresee.

Everyone else was jumping around and banging their heads to the beat like a bunch of crazy people. Chris was up against a girl being a really bad flirt. He usually was a good flirt but not when drunk. He had never drank before, so he would probably be suffering along with his sister in the morning. But that never dawned on him as he continued to bang his head to the beat.

Cody suddenly came walking over to Crystal, actually managing not to trip and fall. He let himself lazily fall back down onto the couch, landing right next to Crystal. They were so close their bodies were touching. Having him come up so suddenly, Crystal jumped slightly. With a drunk vision, she turned her face to look at him and speak.

"Hey..."

Obviously Cody was'nt as bad off as her. He looked more alert. "Hey Crystal... You not feeling good or something?"

Crystal nodded. "I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" Cody could tell she was lying.

Without any warning, Crystal suddenly jolted up from the couch and ran towards the bathroom; not caring that she had knocked into her brother on the way. Not caring who saw, she dropped to her knees in front of the toilet...and well you get it!

"Guess...it's her first time..." Cody murmured under his breathe as his right eyebrow twitched slightly.

Author's note- I apoligize for not updating in awhile. No, nothing had happened. Just a writer's block, grr. I get so sidetracked! But i am alreayd working on my story i want published. It is about a girl who lives in CA traveling to FL to kill a girl named Jenny. It's based on a true story. The girl in FL is me because i met this girl on My space and i made her mad so she has been wanting vengeance ever since. Hence my last chapter where i said i was betrayed and lied to. She got her little sister to hurt me then. But yeah, i want you to read this part of my story and tell me if it is good or not. Your feedback is greatly appreciated!

By the way! This chapter was just made for the dream Crystal had. It has a big effect on the future in this story. You'll see soon i hope. So yeah...

A teenage girl, no older than what looked to be sixteen, was sitting at a computer desk; head leaning on it for support. Her blonde hair was a mess. It was covering her face partly, along with her arms that were up on the desk with her head. Her back shook, as if she were crying. In fact, she was. You had to get close enough to hear her weeping though. She was never one for letting others see her in such a state, or hear her for that matter.

The room where the weeping girl was located in was very small. The only thing that really could fit in the room was the computer and the desk it was situated on, and a small sized bed. Not to mention her chair she was sitting on. Other than that, nothing else could possibly fit.

Why was this girl crying? That is probably what everyone else in the world would wonder as they looked upon this young teenager. No one ever seems to notice, do they? All they care for is themselves. Except for one person that this teenaged girl knew. Sadly to say though, this one person she knew was not here at the moment. So, she would have to deal with her problems all alone for now.

This girl, if you looked deep enough into her hazel eyes, you would notice a look of loneliness. Especially at this very moment, when she was finally allowing her emotions to shine through. It was a rare event for her to cry like this. It had to come out sometime though.