Heartless-Abandon

Secret stared at the white walls of her cell in the Montgomery Mental Institution thinking about her older brother. She was wondering when Duncan was going to get there for visitations. It was Tuesday so he should be there at 3:30 pm for their hour long visitation. Seeing Duncan was the only reason she even kept track of the days in this loony bin; the place that had been her home for 9 months, two weeks, and 3 days. She remembered the night her father forcibly admitted her in the MMI (Montgomery Mental Institution for short). It was the night her father had caught her confiding in Duncan about the awful things that she would normally see in

Duncan stood tense and rigid waiting for his sister to enter the visitation room. His hands fisted at his sides and a trickle of perspiration running down his temple showed the nurses he wasn't in the mood to be hit on. He was unnaturally still, like an animal when it was planing it's next move to escape a predator. Duncan's dark green eyes were anything but still. They scanned the doors and barred windows checking for the slightest weakness in the Institution's security. Suddenly as the door that lead to the housing facility of the patients opened Duncan saw Secret walk through the door. His body built up his tension till all he could feel w

Beginning of Chapter 2 The Breakout "What? No." Secret hissed at Duncan. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You can't break me out, Duncan. What if you get caught? You'll go to jail!" Secret was still very freaked out by the fact that the things she had been seeing were really happening, but she was trying to fix her thoughts on the matter at hand to get them off that disturbing fact. Feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline brought on by shock and fear Secret was able to focus on her brother. He was on edge, she could tell because he was so still. His eyes were a dark hunter green instead of hazel. They were also a hair narrower than u

Vivian walked through the door of the corner grocery store and headed back home. The cool night breeze tugged at her waivy hair that was the color of copper. Her hazel eyes scanned the street seeing only a couple of people out walking. She thought of her father asleep in the house they just moved into two days ago. They had been doing nothing but unpacking for the past two days. They had moved to Denver Colorado for her father's new job. Her father was Victor Valentine. A Detective that put 4 diferent seriel killers behind bars in the past 10 years. That's why she was out this late. She had to go get coffee grounds so her father could a

Vivian woke up after another restless night. The alarm clock was then silenced by her fist. Groaning she rolled out of bed and got ready for school. It was her Senior year oh highschool. Soposed to be the best year of her life right? Well for Vivian it was just another year at just another school with just another bunch of people. She heard her father in the kitchen as she came down the stairs. "Morning, Dad." Vivian called as she came into the kitchen. "Mornin' Red." Victor said as he nearly inhaled his first cup of coffee of the day. Vivian watched as he looked up from a file folder and smiled. "You look nice for your first day at a new

Vivian looked out her bedroom window at the silouhet of the colorado mountains against the stary night sky. Vivian knew her father probably wasn't going to be home for a few more hours. Vivian looked down to her back yard. She had a weird feeling that she was being watched. It was creepy. The shadows of the trees seemed to move as she stared at them. "Wait!" she hissed as she saw a flicker of red in those shadows. "No!" she cried as she recoiled from the window. Vivian shook head trying to shake that image from her mind. "It's just my imagination." She steeled her courage and went to the window again. She looked out and found the shadow th

The cool October breeze tugged at Becka's copper colored hair as she limped down the street. The moon lit her way to her faded red 71 Chevy Camero. She had to lean on the car as she opened the door and slid into the drivers seat. Her left ankle throbbed. Becka started up the old car feeling a little more at ease as the growl of the engine came to life. Her hazel eyes looked down at the clock on the radio. 3:00 am Becka sighed, "Another monster, another long night, another injury." Resting her head on the wheel for a moment she felt a little more of that sadness seep into her chest. Another sigh escaped her lips. "You're gonna end up in the

The gas station clerk fainted at the sight of the stranger taking 3 bullets and still standing. "I should have known." The stranger grimaced, then started to back away. "Don't move!" Becka tried desperately to think of a way to take control of the situation. Suddenly she heard something behind her. Becka spun around to aim the gun at the junkie again when he sliced her forearm with a knife he had hidden. Becka dropped the gun crying out in pain. This made her clumsy and she put all her weight on her injured ankle and she fell to the floor. She hit her head hard on the tile floor and blacked out from the force of the blow. ... When she wo

Becka went 95mph until she found a dirt road she could get onto to leave the deserted highway. She went about 3 miles down the curvy dirt road and then pulled over. The dirt road was in a wooded area so it was good cover. Becka got out and slammed the door then opening the back door to grab her already ruined jacket and started wiping the blood off her arm and face. She limped to the trunk and opened it. Got into her first aid kit and grabbed gauze tape and bandages. She sat on her bumper and cleaned off her arm with peroxide and put a bandage to cover the gash then wrapped it with gauze then taped it. She was good at it cause she had a lot o

"Oh my gosh! What happened sweety?" The waitress asked in surprise at the sight of Becka. The waitress's eyes shifted over to the man that sat across from her accusingly. Becka couldn't contain her laugh. She must look worse than she thought. "I was in a car accadent last night. I need a cup of Joe. Black. Strong preferably. Thanks doll." She lied like a pro.  She made her smile look genuine. The waitress who's name tag read Tammy nodded and looked to the other patron. Brown eyes bore into her so steadily that the smile on her face vanished and she nearly stepped back. "Water." Brown eyes slid from Tammy to lock on to Becka's. "And the pie