I left my room, earlier than necessary hoping the walk would help shake the nightmare from my mind. Why would my mind have brought up such a disturbing memory after so many years? They haven't brought me in for any of those tests since I turn eight, nine years. I was mauling it over in my mind as I walked when something clicked. Something in my moms note; you'll become their next experiment if they get your hands on you. Did those words induce the dream? I had always felt like some sort of lab rat to the doctor. A dread began to fill my stomach, causing butterflies to swarm in storms in my gut. I hadn't really thought about mom's warning, there's few I can trust, what if the people she was warning me about were people like the doctor? He was employed by Davidoff, so did that mean he was an enemy to?

My heart wanted to listen to my moms warning, and run. It wanted me to run from this place, to hide from Davidoff, and the doctor and whomever else they were affiliated with, my gut seemed to agree. Together the urge to run was so strong, but my mind disagreed. Logic said that people didn't do human experiments, that the needles I feared so much were just simple health tests. They wouldn't harm me, they never have. I was just being paranoid, driven by a sort of childish mother-can't-lie mentality. Still my feet refused to move me any closer to the dinning hall than I already was. I hadn't even noticed I had stopped till I tried to tell myself to move. Even if I did high tail it out of here, where would I go? I had no where else to run to, even if I was able to sneak out passed all of the guards, and electric fence, they would find me. I'd be stuck on the streets with no money, and no allies. I tried reasoning with my gut. I couldn't just keep standing frozen in the hall someone would notice, they would ask questions; questions that I might not be able to answer.

My feet began to move even before I realized my decision. I was heading away from the dinning hall and back to my room. Once there I took a look at the clock, 4:45, glared back at me in red lights. 15 minutes before someone would come looking for me. I grabbed my mother's journal, and threw on my warmest sweater, before slipping out my door and heading for the exit. There was this one wing that wasn't used often anymore, I passed by it on my way to my training everyday, and I knew it had an exit that wasn't alarmed or guarded. I headed there, trying my best not to stand out anymore than I normally would. I passed a few people, but none of them spared me a second glance, before I reached the abandoned wing. I half ran, half walked over to the exit, holding my breath as I stepped out of the building and into a wild untrimmed lawn. There was a small, half broken down playground off to the side, and a gate opening beside it. I ran hunched over to the gate, hoping not to be noticed from one of the upper windows. There was a keypad next to the gate, it was rusted and weather beaten - I doubted it still worked - and it was topped with rusted barbwire. The whole yard was surrounded by fences with barbwire, yet unlike them the gate was chain link instead of five foot high cement. I could climb over, although I chanced being seen by a guard. It was my only escape, so I took a deep breath, sent up a prayer for good luck and grabbed the fence.

In a couple minutes I had reached the top, and the view was spectacular. I could see the surrounding tree line and the several different paths that lead into them. Some still had people walking near them but there was one close to me that was more overgrown then the others and free of people. Swinging my leg over the fence I climbed down a few feet before dropping into a crouch, trying to absorb the impact with my entire body like my trainer had taught me. I ran down to the path hunched over, than squatted behind a bush. I waited a minute or so to see if anyone had noticed me before turning to sprint down the path. I hoped I had at least five minutes left before my disappearance was detected as I ran. With the speed I, thank the gods, had I could make it quite far in those five minutes.

I was still barely within hearing range of the building when I herd shouts and the building's alarm went off. I knew that they would be cancelling dinner, all of the kids would be locked into their rooms, and the guards would begin area searches. It happened once before, a girl had tried to run away from the orphanage. She claimed they were monsters, that they would use their power to kill us all. No one really took he seriously, they told us she had schizophrenia. They found her in no time; she was screaming when they brought her in, I could hear them from my room. Than they just stopped, not faded but stopped. I always assumed they sedated her, but I never saw her again to ask. She had faded from my memory and I hadn't thought about her till now. Would I end up like her? Found, sedated, shipped off, and forgotten? I wasn't going to stick I round to find out, I decided as I picked up speed to my run.

I made it to a highway without anyone finding me; I could no longer hear the screaming of the alarm. The sky was darkening, and the wind was brutal. I was happy I had brought my sweater, but even it wasn't that much help against the cold. What to do now? I thought I can't stop here; they'll still be searching for me. I should probably try and make it a town over before I stop. How will I get there, though? I mused over my options as I walked, and decided hitchhiking was the only logical option.

I suck out my thumb as I walked, without any success at picking up a ride. Walking wasn't getting me very far, very fast. I had used all my energy running to the highway. This is probably when they found the crazy girl. I thought to myself. No ride, no energy, the sun setting, and no where to go. This is stupid; I should have waited to run. Planned some sort of escape, before leaping blindly into a world I hadn't seen since I was five.

The light was barley a force in the sky when I came across a small, side of the road gas station and restaurant. There was a bench outside the restaurant, and I turned to sit. I couldn't walk much longer, my legs were like lead and my eyes were so heavy. I had to think of a way to get to the next town with my invisible funds. Someone walked out of the dinner, and with them came the delicious scents of food. My mouth watered instantly, and my stomach growled so loud the guy leaving herd it and took a double take at me. I looked away, trying my best not to look like someone who had runaway and walked down a highway for hours. Either I did a good job or the guy lost interest because he walked away without saying anything to me.

Some point in my contemplating I fell asleep. My dreams were torn apart, as usual, by the memories of my mother death. The dream was reaching its climax, and I knew any moment I would jolt awake on the bench screaming bloody murder. I was bracing myself for it when a male voice cut through the dream, pulling me out of the horror. I slowly opened my eyes to see two hazel green eyes inspecting me. He moved his face back slightly when my eyes opened but he continued to inspect me. My first thought as I stared into those hazel eyes was They found me.

"Are you Dear Lilly?" The eyes asked me, as they stepped away to reveal the speaker. He was tall, perhaps around six foot three, and dressed in mostly black. "I'm supposed to be picking her up here," He spoke again. I made no move to respond, barley understanding his words as the blood pounded in my brain. I inspected his face, the sharp angles of his cheekbones and the strong line of his jaw. His cheen sported a short well kept goatee and a mustache rested just above his upper lip. He doesn't look familiar I thought to myself. I was certain I had seen everyone who worked at the orphanage. What if he's new? my conscience asked. "Look girly, are you Dear Lilly or not, because we need to hurry. I don't want the hassle of trying to shake some dogs off our tails." My gut wasn't warning me away, in fact quite the opposite. I felt like I could trust him. Mom said you couldn't trust anyone my conscience chimed in again, not too mention his looking for you and you've never met him before. Only the orphanage knows you're out here somewhere. My conscience was right, and although I wanted to trust him I hesitated.

"My name is Lilly," I told him hesitantly. Before he could respond there was a howl in the distance, the sound caused me to look away from the guy in front of me. I wasn't aware that there were any wolfs in this area. Just then the stranger cursed and I felt his hand grasp on my arm. Before I had a second to think I was being whisked off the bench and shoved into the passenger seat of a silver saturn sedan. He revved the engine to life and shot out of the truck stop racing out onto the highway.

He spent the next ten minutes continuously checking his rear view mirror before he relaxed. I took the time to think about my sudden change in situation. I had gone from being a runaway with no plan, to a kidnapped runaway on the way to… Where was I going? How had he known I was there? How had he known my name? My heart rate spiked with anxiety. This wasn't good.

"Are you okay?" He asked looking over at me briefly before returning his attention to the road. His tone was laced with concern and worry scrunched his eyebrows together. He reached out a hand to comfort me and I flinched away. Understanding dawned on his features as he retraced his hand, placing it back onto the steering wheel.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked him.

I didn't actually expect him to answer, after all the criminals never did in movies. "To the safe house." his reply startled and confused me. My expression must of shown my emotion for he said, "Paul will be able to explain everything when we get there. He's the one told me where to find you, and that you'd need our help." His explanation caused me more confusion. Questions were buzzing around my head like angry bees. I refrained from asking them, realizing I wasn't going to get a clear enough answer. Instead I tried to distract myself with the seneray flying by, outside my window.

I had never been good at fighting the lulling vibration of a car ride, so despite my better intentions I had drifted off to sleep. The last thing I remembered was wondering 'how far is this safe house?'.

Hey Guys,

I've been noticing that i can't edit, and it is seriously killing me. So I am in the market for a co-editor. Your name will go in a credit at the bottom of each chapter and in the synopsis. If anyone is up to the task send me a note in my PM's, in your comment or email me at lazlod123 at gmail .com
P.S. I do prefer to work with people over google docs

Thanks a bunch,
Taylor