I staggered over to my attacker, his glowing eyes filled with triumph at his victory. " Take me, leave them. I am the one you want." I faced my fate I had avoided so many times squarely, ignoring the frantic stares boring in my back.

He laughed as he swept his hand over my face, and I fell into darkness.

3rd person p.o.v

Cassie Welds glanced in the mirror at her pallid reflection before she went to school. Her auburn hair was in place, and the light makeup job was unharmed. Her hazel eyes were framed by dark eyelashes, making the 17 year old look slightly exotic and mysterious. She sighed, grabbed her school backpack, and trudged out the door to a almost certain dull day. Little did she know what fateful event was going to happen….

1st person p.o.v

I finally arrived at school after a half mile walk from my small home where my foster mom and I lived. I rolled my eyes as a group of loud boys passed by me, talking about what they smoked at the last party they went dumb kids. Don't they know to just say no? I groaned at the rhyme. Most of the people in my school were either druggies, or preps and they were insufferable. I lowered my eyes as I walked late into 1st period science, my worst subject. The teacher narrowed his eyes at me. He had a particular…air about him. He was freaking terrifying, to put it straight. I ducked to my seat in the back, and prepared myself for the onslaught of my own personal hell…

I was brought out of my learning stupor when a guy came over and poked me on the side of my head. I looked up and glared. It was Brent, the most annoying prep of them all. Most girls would jump off a cliff into the deepest pit of hell to get a date with him, but not me. He was a huge jerk face. Unfortunatly, I seemed to have caught his attention and I had to give him the cold shoulder whenever I could. To my dismay, this seemed to attract him even more. He smiled at me with blinding white teeth only achieved by extreme laser cleaning, the prep. "What do you want Brent?" I snapped irritably.

He grinned with mischievousness. "Lots of things, namely you." He chuckled at my enraged expression. The nerve!

" You shut up." I turned my face and raised my hand, interrupting the demon teacher in his lecture. I had to get out of here.

"What Miss Welds?" he snapped. He directed his sharp gaze at me.

"Um, I need to go to the restroom." I said, trying to not cower under his gaze. He nodded his approval curtly, and resumed his lecture on something about chromosomes. I dashed out of the room, grateful to be free of the people in there. I ducked into the druggie bathroom, and sat down in a stall limply, ignoring the smell of cigarettes. I heard footsteps echo in the room and stop. I lifted my feet off the floor and tucked them against me. The last thing I wanted was to be talking to a pothead. A familiar chuckle sounded, and my stomach twisted in disgust. It was Brent right outside the door of the room, the freaky creeper.

"Cass, I know you're in here. We need to talk." He said in a amused tone. I opened the door and glared at him.

"Stop being such a stalker and go away, Brent. I don't want to talk." I snapped. He took a step in, a smirk on his face.

"But I want to." He reached out to grab me, and I bolted through the door. He ran after me, and I sprinted through the faded halls. I heard more footsteps coming after me,heavier this time, and Brent cursing. A pounding sounded, and rough hands mashed against my face,cutting off my scream, as a fat, green guy grabbed me and forced me on his….blue pig? The last thing I remember before I faded into unconsciousness was a swirl of colors, and a brilliantly glowing goat.