I know, stupid of me, but I walk towards it, “I swear to god if you’re some monster freak I will- Cadance?” Cadance was Tash’s third boyfriend, but she cheated on him. What is he doing here, though is what I don’t understand? “Hi.” He muttered, brushing sand out of his spiky brunette hair, and off his tan khaki shorts. “If you’re here about Tash, I couldn’t help you, I’ve escaped her,” I noted, still watching him in a queer way. I remember in the 4th grade I had this massive crush on him, “Cadance do you like me? Like really like me?” I had a blueish tint to my hair then, I had dyed it when I was at Tash’s house and sent my dad ballistic. “Stellie, I like Natasha, not you.” I was heartbroken, and I think he realized it but was too into Tash to do anything. “Hello? Hello???” I blink out of my trance and look back at him. “Sorry, what?” He sighed, “What are you doing here?” He asked, glancing around briefly. “I told you, I was with Ta- Natasha moments ago. Her name is Leigha Hall now.” I tell him, a shiver going up my spine as he turns away, “What are you doing?” He whimpers slightly and turns back towards me, and I let out a gasp. There’s a bullet hole in his stomach, the red blood spreading, and he gasps and makes choking noises. “Oh my god, Cadance.? Who did this?” I asked walking towards him but he pushes me away, “Run, run for your life, and don’t stop until you get inside your school’s property, You’re not safe.” He says, and I see another red spot appear higher on his chest. I whimper and look at him, “I’m sorry.” And I begin to run, I don’t stop until I see my school’s gate, and I slow down to a jog. I have to climb over the gates because they’re locked to students under age 17. I run as fast as I can to the main building and into the Great Hall. Everybody turns their head as I run in, panting heavily. “Grace!” I see Ally, and Sam in the crowd, and I take a step towards them but a guard stops me. “You’ll have to be taken to the interrogation room. You’ve been with SSA, some things need to be exchanged.” He says and grabs my upper arm, I make no move to escape and I follow him, looking ridiculous in my long t-shirt and shorts. The floor is warm on my bare feet, and I make sure that my feet appreciate it before we step into the interrogation room that has floors as cold as ice. I’m pushed into a metal chair and my hands are tied behind my back. That’s not usual and it’s scaring me. “Why are you tying my hands? I thought this was to exchange the words I had at SSA?” I say, my eyebrows furrowing. The guard laughs and takes off his mask, revealing the face of one of the SSA guards I saw when I tried to escape. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I say, going limp and groaning. “What do you want?” He smirks, “You have something I have, sweetheart. I’d like it back.” I raise an eyebrow, not knowing what he means, “What do you mean..?” I ask, and he chuckles. “Give me your arm.” He says and I hesitate before showing him my left arm, “In your wrist, there is a small metal capsule that your mother placed in there but the truth is it’s mine, and your mother had no right to put it in there.” I start to laugh, I’m sorry but does he realize how insane he sounds? “What?” I say between giggles and he stares at me like I’m crazy. “Why are you laughing, girl?” He askes and grabs my shoulder with a grip so tight my giggles turn into whimpers of pain, “Stop it!” I yelp, and he lets go, “Can’t handle pain now, can we, sweetheart? Well unfortunately this is going to hurt. He bends down, and pulls out a gleaming silver knife, with razor-sharp teeth. He puts it against my wrist, “No, no, no, please, no!” I yelp, trying to squirm but he holds me down. He is leaning over me, his feet stepping on a mine, and his elbow on my opposite wrist. I yelp and scream, trying to wiggle out of his grip. He grins and stabs into my wrist. “No!” I scream and continue kicking. “Stop it you little-” “Drop the weapon.” Sam walks in, and the man looks up. “You think a little boy like you is going to stop me?” He asked, chuckling. The blood seeps from my arm, and I’m still fighting. “Yes, I do.” Sam pulls out a large gun and I gasp. “Sam-” I say, and he glares at me. I shut up and go limp, giving up. Sam points the gun at the man and the man holds up his knife.