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"    She was surrounded, there was no way to go, no where to turn. Circling around, trying to formulate a plan, a stab of pain coursed through her veins, bringing her to her knees. Another shot brought her a face-full of colorful carpet. Someone from behind tied her hands together in some unknown bindings and pinned her thrashing body to the ground with the help of a few others.
    “Check her.”
    That voice… where Have I heard it before?
    One of the men in black pulled back her short blond and blue hair from her neck, revealing the one thing that she hides from everyone, the mark of the contortors.
    “We got one.” The man replied, looking back at one of the masked figures she assumed to be the puppeteer of this whole show. The puppeteer nodded, signaling her captors to life her from the floor.
Ashtlyn stood in front of the puppeteer, her eyes flustering with anger and hatred. The man before her stepped forward, removing his mask.
As soon as Ashtlyn saw his face, the realization came flooding back. She heard someone suck in a breath of air, who she assumed to be Jacob, for he recognized the treacherous man too.
    “No…” was the only word she could manage to choke out.
    “Hello sweets, did あなた miss me?” a smirk formed upon he face, a face that haunted her dreams every night. When he realized that she did, the smirk only grew. “Alas! あなた do! How wonderful, now we can skip the introductions, and get on with it.” He glanced back to a group of men who was holding someone, she couldn’t make out who though. “So sweets, how would あなた like to meet the one who betrayed you?” The group of men pushed a figure forward. The person straightened up after stumbling, and stared back at Ashtlyn with those oh-so-familiar eyes.
    No… not him. It couldn’t be.
    Ashtlyn stared that the ground, refusing to look him in the eye, but her captors wouldn’t have it.
    “Show some respect, girl!” The man behind her grabbed a handful of hair, yanking her head up. With slight wince, she averted her eyes to meet Mayson’s. His filled with sorrow, empathy, anguish, and… misery? The last one slightly confused her, but she didn’t 表示する it. Ashtlyn’s face was stone-cold, 表示中 none of the conflicting emotions that swirled inside her. They stood there in silence for many minutes, only to be broken によって Mayson.
    “Ash…” He began, but she cut him of with a shake of her head, which looked もっと見る like a nod due to the fact that her captor still held a handful of her blond and blue hair.
    “No. Don’t. I don’t want to hear it.” She felt another yank on her hair that told her she was being disrespectful. Committing a first-hand violation of the rules, as they would call it at Camp. The whole being held によって the hair was really getting old. Ashtlyn snapped her head around, causing another sharp stab of pain, but she didn’t care.
    “Do あなた mind? I’m trying to have a conversation, but I can’t because every time I say something a patch of my hair is yanked from my scalp!” She snapped at the large man that held her. He glanced back at the person she assumed to be the puppeteer behind this show. He nodded and the man behind released his grasps, though her hands were still bound, but it’ll have to do for now. Ashtlyn turned back to Mayson, staring coldly into his eyes.
    “But Ash, that’s not what I‘m trying to say! I-” She cut him off yet again, not wanting to hear his gibberish.
    “Mayson, No. I don’t want to hear about how sorry あなた are. How あなた didn’t know, and that あなた wish あなた could take it all back. You’d just be wasting your breath. What あなた did is to late to fix, there’s no do-overs in life, so don’t waste time wishing there were.” Her voice was emotionless. She hated Mayson for what he did, all she wanted to do was kick him in the face, but knew that if she did, they would “zap” her, and Ashtlyn didn’t want that to happen, she got enough of those at Camp to know she didn‘t want another. She would just have to stick with words, making each one that escaped her lips daggers to his heart.
    “So, why’d あなた do it? Hmm? Why’d あなた sentence me to death, Mayson?” She planned on making this hurt him as much as possible, not matter how much it hurt her.
    “I didn’t sentence あなた to death!”
    “Oh but あなた did Mayson, but あなた did. So, why did あなた do it?” Ashtlyn took a step forward, staring straight at him. “Was it because I’m a not normal? I don’t belong in this world?” He voice rose with every word. This was no longer about making it hurt, this was real. Another step began to close the 宇宙 between the two. “Or was it because I’m a freak? A Mistake!” She was at full volume now, everyone who wasn’t staring before, was now.
    “How was I supposed to know?” Mayson yelled back, his voice as loud as hers. “You never told me! If I had known I would have never 発言しました those things! I. Didn’t. Know.” The two were face-to-face now, only inches apart.
    “Of course あなた didn’t know! If あなた did, you’d be dead, just like he is!” As soon as the words escaped, instantaneously she wished she could wren them back in. All color drained from her face when she saw the puppeteer smirk out of the corner of her eye.
    He knows…
    Ashtlyn shot a desperate glare at Jacob, who was trapped in the large arms of on of the men in black. His face was dark, the light brown hair that sat atop his head casting shadows over his eyes, eyes that avoided her gaze.
    “He?” Mayson’s voice was filled with confusion that was swirled with brokenness. It didn’t matter though, that single word was like a trigger.
Ashtlyn felt a sharp jab of pain shoot up her spine, riveting through her body. A cry of pain escaped her lips as she fell to the ground, her body going ridged with excruciating pain.
    Not again. Her mind moaned, tired of being ‘zapped’.
    As soon as she toppled to the ground, the men in black descended. Pulling Mayson back a group of them pinned Ashtlyn to the ground, the rest keeping the other people at bay. The puppeteer walked over, a wicked smile plastered across his face. His hands held a long, skinny injector gun. Crouching down, he sat the gun down at clapped his hands. Ashtlyn oh so wished that she could kill him now, but killing him meant her dying, and most likely the same fate for her friends.
    “Bravo, mademoiselle, または shall I say, Brava?” His voiced hissed in her ear. “Quite a show, quite a show. To bad it had to end. But, it’s time for beddy-bye, sweets. We have a long 日 planned for あなた at Camp when we get back!”
    As the needle plunged into her neck, the last thing she heard was the crackled laugher of her old camp director, before the darkness swallowed her."

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