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NavyCopperQuill posted this thread...
Oct. 8, 2012 at 4:18 pm

Just continue the story...no plot restrictions! :)
The snow seems to stick to my face. It covers me like a blanket, a thick white fuzzy blanket. This makes me want to stop running even more. But I can't. They'll catch me. They'll take me back. 
With every step I take, the cut on my leg screams with pain. I can feel the sickening feeling of blood dripping down my leg, into my running shoes. My head continues to spin. The snow blends together into one white sheet, and I slip and fall on the black ice covering the concrete road. Groaning, I use every last bit of strength to pull myself up. My body is on fire, yet freezing. I gulp the snowy air. How am I ever going to get home? The tears on my face turn to icicles. Then it dawns on me. I've lost the path.

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Sydney W. replied...
Oct. 8, 2012 at 5:10 pm

I look behind me hoping to find my footprints to lead me back and find nothing. Lights are coming toward me, lights oh god! I take off running gasping for air, I can hear them yelling but their shouts are lost in the wind. I fall,I fight to get back up but it feels as if somethings pulling me down, deeper and deeper. Everything goes black.

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Sydney W. replied...
Oct. 9, 2012 at 7:44 am

Two very muscular men pull me up by my arms and drag me threw the snow bank  to a black hummer their were vehicles all around, lights everywhere. I try to struggle although it is no use the men are huge and I am extreamly weak at the moment due to the loss of blood which is now starting to clot from the cold and all the energy I spent trying to get away. They open the door to the backseat and look at me expectantly, Miss? I glare at them until the force me into the car.

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Oct. 9, 2012 at 4:46 pm

The cracked leather of the black Mercedes  is hurting the back of my neck. Even though I don't want to let my guard down, the bouncing of the car on the bumpy road lulls me to sleep. I do not have dreams.
"Beep. Beep. Beep." I let out a small moan. Somebody turn it off! I'm trying to sleep. Wait, no! Get up! I gasp, and sit up immidiately. This sudden movement brings a new wave of pain in my chest. I'm lying down on a clean, white cot. Everything in the room is white. The ceilng, walls, floors, and the robe I don't recall putting on. The beeping sound is the heart monitor. I have an IV in my arm. 
"Hello, Clare." somebody says. I quickly turn my head.

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SoulSearcher replied...
Oct. 9, 2012 at 5:01 pm

I instantly recognize him as Drew, the same man 'gaurding me' as he puts it, as last time. "Hello Loser," I say he rolls his eyes at me only slighly annoyed. "Hello Miss, Clare, how are you feeling," he asked in his monotone voice. "Oh just great," I say in the most sarcastic voice possbile.

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Oct. 9, 2012 at 5:18 pm

"Drew what happened?" I ask, now sitting up in bed. "I was in a car..."
"Yes you were," he says. "Travis' car." I flinch at the name. Travis, my father, is an evil scietists. He takes humans and performs experiments on them. One day, after a bad accident, he turned crazy and tried to perform an experiment on me, his daughter. 
"We stopped him on the road. He had you in the backseat, so we took you to headquarters to let you rest." 

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snowgirl replied...
Oct. 13, 2012 at 7:12 pm

"How could this happen i thought he was locked away in some looney hostipal or something",I gasp."you were supposed to protect me ", i screamed

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Oct. 14, 2012 at 12:23 pm

"He was," said Drew. "But like any evil scientist, he managed to escape." I sighed. "He is a smart man, Clare. An evil man, but a smart one."

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snowgirl replied...
Oct. 14, 2012 at 8:06 pm

"Well hes too smart for his own good, i just want to be normal for a change and live my life like a normal teenage girl. How am i supposed to do that with every step i thake hes chashing after me", i complain. A load burst a static comes out over the radio. "Hes here report into lock down this is not a drill this is not a drill", a strange man says. I burst into tears as the room goes dark.

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Oct. 16, 2012 at 5:29 pm

 
My head is pounding. All this confusion makes me want to go back to my hospital bed. 
"Drew!" I yell. "Drew!" I yell again. It's no use, he's gone. I slide out of bed in my hospital ground, slip on my blue flannel robe and shoes and think. The only way out is the window. I swiftly walk over to the dirty window and unlock it. The air outside smells like smoke. When I stick my head out the window, I realize something. I'm on the 5th floor. It's a 50 foot drop to safety.

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KeepLivingThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 21, 2012 at 10:58 am

I close my eyes and count to three slowly, breathing in and out deeply just like my therapist instructed. The wave of panic passes and I'm left with a clear mind. I rush to the door; locked. Of course Drew locked me in. What if there's a fire, stupid? I grumble and groan, pacing back and forth. I hear muffled shouts from outside and running footsteps. Everytime someone passes by the door, I hide behind the cot. Not that it'd been any use if someone actually came in, it's the only thing in the room. I hear the lock click and someone opens the door. I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on my breathing. In and out, in and out. Don't freak out, Clare. Don't freak out.

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Oct. 26, 2012 at 8:29 pm

I can hear the sound of someone breathing through an oxygen mask. 
"Come here," I hear through a muffled helmet.

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CaliforniaDreaming replied...
Nov. 27, 2012 at 12:29 pm

"how can i trust you?" i tried to sound brave but i couldnt help but hear a panicky sound coming from the back of my throat.
"you just have to. i promise that i am not your father. i am not here to hurt you."
"well. who are you then?"
"there is no time for that now. Just come."
options raced through my head.i could go, and then run as soon as we reached the outdoors, or i could just go and  trust this stranger....

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Nov. 27, 2012 at 6:27 pm

Eventually, the pain gets to me and I run towards the stranger. He gives me an oxygen mask, then scoops me in his arms and runs to the stairs. 
I don't remember much after that. The only things I do remember are the EMT's strapping me to a stretcher and the wailing of the sirens. 
 
For the second night in a row, I wake up in a hospital.

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jdaniels1779This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 26, 2012 at 10:29 pm

or so I think. I'm in a florescent white room, alone. my head is throbbing with unbearable pain. slowly, I turn my head to the right, a battered, rusty tray sits there staring with six different types of cutting tools which makes my blood go cold. Looking down I see I am naked and vulnerable.. I notice red marker drawings of tiny circles and rectangles all over my body, like guidelines. I put it all together. Cutting tools. Guidelines. Head throbbing. My heart instantly drops. Suddenly. I hear a crackly voice coming from a concealed speaker in this heavenly white hell. "I'm Sorry Clare. I Just have to do this." I try to scream, but I know the medicine has already paralyzed me by now. As a man with stunning hazel eyes, tan skin, brown hair and a slight beard approaches me. My father. "Sweet dreams." He picks up the knife. I go Black.

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