A reporter with long brown hair and glowing blue eyes greeted a tall, lanky girl with jaw-length fiery red hair and stormy blue eyes. "So glad you could come!"

"Thanks," the girl muttered. "Why do I have to do this again?"

The reporter blinked. "Didn't you want the world to know what happened?"

"Yeah," the girl sighed and limped over to a chair and sat down, tapping her knee through her ripped jeans. The reporter sat across from her in a different chair, keeping her legs hugging the chair stand, smoothing her primrose colored dress. She grabbed a pen and clipboard from the coffee table in front of them and started to tap the pen on the clipboard.

"Are you ready?"

The girl took a deep breath and began.

"I winced in pain when the dagger tore at the flesh on my arm, the painful, fiery feeling as it ripped away skin and muscle, hot, sticky blood running down my arm. I barely held back a sharp cry of pain as the dagger ripped the skin and flesh, digging the blade onto my collar bone, scratching it. Blood poured down my chest, staining my black shirt dark, dark red, the stench of blood filling the air, blocking my nose of the salty sea air. The dagger wielder pulled the weapon away and left, slamming the door closed.

"I whimpered as sobs racked my body [It practically killed me from the pain], as the pain coursed through my body. This was happening to me ever since I was three. I watched my father die right in front of my very eyes and my mother almost, if not, died trying to protect me but someone kidnapped me and handed me over to this evil scoundrel named Lokesh."

The reported stiffened and he eyes went distant for a moment, as if the girl brought p a painful memory. She shook her head. "Sorry, you can go on."

" For he was as evil as could be and wasn't afraid to take his anger out on me, who he called me, 'Nobody', because my mother never told him my name and never once was I given one. I hated that name. But I loathed Lokesh more."

"Sorry to interrupt, but why didn't you try to run away?" The reported asked, tapping her pen on her clipboard curiously.

The girl snorted and blew back a strand of fiery red hair, her blue eyes glinting. "I would, but that would be jumping off the ship and into the ocean, if I made it that far."

"Sorry, please continue."

"I sniffed and shakily wiped away my tears, using my bloody arm for the other one, the left one, was dislocated at the shoulder joint. I was still bleeding, but not as much, but I was feeling very dizzy." The girl smirked. "I had a secret Lokesh had no clue about, but I couldn't use it against him. I didn't want to jump into the middle of the ocean!

"I sighed and painfully pulled myself to my feet and looked out the tiny window of my prison when I saw the boat was docked off at a beach. I grinned crookedly, relief filling through my body. Now for my plan, I thought and huddled in the corner, pretending to be terrified and hurt. Lokesh opened the prison door, an evil smirk playing across his face. He opened his mouth to say something but I lunged forward as I felt myself morph into a small, yet dangerous predator. I shoved Lokesh to the ground, my claws tearing across his face as I leaped off awkwardly and raced toward the open door to the deck, my dislocated arm/leg dragging on the wooden floor, splinters digging into my skin.

"I heard Lokesh shouting to his guards to close me in but it was too late. I burst onto the deck and awkwardly raced toward the side and leaped off, tumbling into the sand, spraying it as I skidded to a halt. Hearing shouts, I raced/limped into a forest that bordered the beach, having no clue where the heck I was. Freedom at last! I skidded to a halt again, sniffing the air. A growl rose in my throat, my hackles rising when I caught the scent of two tigers and a girl. Creeping away, I was about to leave when I stepped on a twig, the sound echoing around painfully. There was a rustle and a large black tiger exploded out of some bushes and landed in front of me, snarling, teeth bared and claws unsheathed, gold eyes narrowed. Ignoring my once again bleeding wounds, the dizziness, and the burning pain in my left leg, I stood my ground; teeth bared as well, claws stretched out to their full limit, and hackles raised. Before the tiger could attack, the girl shouted, 'Kishan!' She came through the same bushes followed by a white tiger with cobalt blue eyes. She flipped her long brown hair out of her face and crouched down; blink her warm, chocolate brown eyes at me. 'We can help you,' she murmured as Kishan padded around and sat down the girl's other side.

"Did you trust them immediately?" The reported butted in.

The girl bit back an irritated sighed and tried hard not to roll her eyes. "Of course not! I'd be pretty insane if I trusted them right away." The reported nodded, tapping her pen on her clipboard still. The girl continued on.

"I growled at her, backing away, but my conscience was threatening to slip away from me at any moment. Leave me! I snarled, but they couldn't understand me. Backing away some more, I stumbled and collapsed to the ground once my front legs gave out from the blood loss and pain. I growled, still showing I could put up a fight. 'We won't hurt you,' the girl repeated. 'I bet Lokesh did this to you, didn't he?' I stared at her in shock. How did she know this? Then I remembered Lokesh muttering something about trying to capture a girl named Kelsey, a man named Alagan Dhiren Rajaram, a man named Sohan Kishan Rajaram, a man named Anik Kadam, and a woman named Nilima.

"The shock of that drained me quickly and I watched the blood pour out of my wounds as my world fell into darkness."