Malice

prologue
On a late December night,a girl walked alone. She looked quite young. Around perhaps 16. She seemed without direction, but determined to get somewhere. As the cars around her passed, they all had the same thought "where is that girl going?" She walked heavily, each step as if they were slowly piling boulders onto her shoulders, as she sank deeper into the snow. With the slushy snow swirling around her feet, she trudged slowly, yearning for the sunlight. She slowly lifted her tired head, surveying the strange, unknown buildings. On the distant horizon she saw a sliver of sluggish sunlight poking from the gloomy fog. She shivered and checked her cell phone, which she used to keep the time knowing they could track her if she used it. She'd survived her first of many nights to come without them. She wrapped her arms around herself, pulling the old thread bare, dusty blanket around herself. A man who felt bad for her had given her the blanket that he thought he was donating to the salvation army, had indeed been donated. The Sun had finally risen, adding a bit of light to the thick rolling fog.

 

Chapter one: the finding
She had no idea where she was, all she did know was, she was starving. She laid a hand on her growling stomach through her thankfully warm coat. At least Shannon had done something right. "Maybe she isn't that bad..." sweet Kenny, a blonde kid, her best friend to be specific. They had been walking home from school, and stopped when Kenny had said that. "Kenny, she IS I promise you. I have something to tell you..." The girl, Alison said cautiously. "What is that?" Kenny said, a sarcastic gleam in his eye that he often acquired while chiding her. "I...I don't think she's human..." Kenny stared at her "I'm pretty sure she is." he said, a doubtful, apprehensive expression taking over his sarcastic one. "But I live with her..." she protested "you wouldn't know!"
"you've forgotten I sleep over with your dumbass brother to talk to you." He reminded her "But..." he grabbed her wrists gently, pulling her close, her breath quickened and she could feel the intensity of his eyes locked with hers. "Alison..." he whispered, obviously feeling the same sensation of rightness being so close. Feeling their breaths mingle. She closed her eyes and tilted her head and her lips met his slowly. Her first kiss. Electricity sparked and she inwardly gasped,not wanting to ruin the moment. He ran his slender fingers down her back and through her medium length black hair. 'Kenny...the person who's been with me...always...my best friend.' she thought and they separated for a breath. "Oh god Alice..." he said, touching his lower lip. She now felt awkward and nervous around him. All she could think about was that kiss. What a kiss it was. "I'm so sorry..." he said. She quickly kissed him again, a peck on the mouth "for what?" she smiled at him peacefully. He smiled back, that toothy grin of his, one that always made her giggle. She sighed, she had to tell him, especially now. "Kenny...I'm running away." she looked at him. His eyes widened and he grabbed her, pulling her close into a hug. She breathed in sharply, taking him in. He wrapped his arms around her comfortingly petting her hair. "Please don't leave me Alice please..." he murmured desperately. "she sighed, breaking away from him reluctantly. "Kenny I have too..." suddenly she was ripped from her memories by loud sound. She walked on a partially cleared road, somewhere in...New york it seemed, judging from the crowd, the heavy fog, the loud food vendors, oh and a gift shop with t-shirts and mugs in the display in bright words "I NEW YORK"

 

*a loud sound 

 

She was pushed and shuffled around in the sea of unfamiliar people with places to go and people to see. The huge, discolored semi truck that had thankfully ripped her from that painful memory, one that made her chest ache for home. Naturally, being in New York, she saw assorted foods with even more interesting food vendors. Greasy but delicious fattening food with made her mouth water. "HOT DOGS, COME AND GET YOUR HOT DOGS! BEST IN NEW YORK!", a young man called out, pushing a hot dog cart of course. She breathed in the tangy smell of warm hot dogs waiting to be bought and her stomach made a dying sound. She studied him closely to make sure he wasn't one of them. He had light brown hair and blue eyes. He was a big guy and she had to look up to see his face. She felt so tiny next to him, but she stared hard at his face, for any hint of latex, but there was none. She even went far enough to read his mind. It was a clutter of junk, football games, a very pretty girl in a high mini skirt,'mmmm nice legs' she heard his thoughts. A rounded old man with a mustache and a slowly balding head.'His father' she thought as the image shimmered and moved, a memory. The father reached his arms out and took his son into a hug. She saw him mouth "I'm so proud of you son" and the boy, she found his name in there, Damien, smiled happily. The image drifted away and she herself came into focus. She found it odd to look at herself through other's eyes. She saw a scruffy girl wearing a heavy jacket. She had black hair a bit messed up. Her bright blue eyes dilated. It was plain creepy. But he wasn't one of them. She slowly exited his mind, careful not to bat at one of his memories. Back inside her own body, Alison smiled cheerfully at him. She stared at the small menu board on the cart. She quickly ordered a hotdog and a bottle of water. Though she was pretty sure she could scarf down their whole inventory, she only had about one hundred dollars on her that she had saved incase she ever did run away, and she wanted to save it.