No One's POV

She was wearing a plush aquamarine t-shirt that had a girl holding a sword plastered on it. The back of the shirt read 'Warriors!' which did not go at all with the fuzzy bunny pajama bottoms she had on. Her honey-blonde hair was pulled into a low messy bun that bobbed as she danced to a song. She poured some soda into a cup and proceeded to place it on the table.

Now usually she would have gone to bed when she was done. She would turn off the lights and unplug the electronics just as she had always been instructed to. Then she would lay her head down on her pillow and the house would become still. And to any passer-by the old Victorian-style house would look abandoned, seeing as her parents would always be at some random party. A, typical, night.

But not tonight.

After she finished and washed her cup, she got out a new chick-flick her friends had been raving about. She hadn't seen it yet. She popped it into the DVD player and started on the popcorn.

Everything still would have been fine if she hadn't involuntarily screeched when a red-hot kernel hit her hand.

That's when he stopped.

Stupidly, she had left the curtains up, so it wasn't that hard to see her. She didn't look up at the window. Even if she had it wouldn't have mattered. He was a master of disguise.

This was usually when the hunter went in for the kill. When he got what he came for. But he stalled a little bit. It felt like her image was tickling his mind, teasing him. It made him angrier.

He warily tested the window and felt it loosen.

Doesn't she even know how to lock her own windows? He scoffed to himself.

About then was when she started filling the bowls with the freshly popped kernels. He waited until she had his back to him before easing the window open and sneaking inside. Now if you would have known this girl, you would now that almost nothing scared her. But at around midnight, when the window mysteriously opens, and you feel a breeze go up your shirt, you have an excuse to feel a twinge of nervousness. At least that's what she told herself.

Warily, she made her way to the window. Her brown eyes flitted around the cement patio outside. Bingo! A tiny black scuff mark caught her eye. It had not been there before. Or maybe it had, and her own jumpiness was making her delusional? Either way, it was enough to make her stiffen up with dread. He noticed.

*crunch, crunch, crunch*

She slowly shut her eyes.

*snap*

She winced slightly at the sound of a kernel being split in two.

Whirling around, she rushed at the intruder. He easily side-stepped her and caught the side kick she had immediately aimed at him. He flipped her foot -and the rest of her- into a wall. She painfully got up and attacked again. She threw a punch at his face which he easily blocked, rolling behind her in the process. His boot forcefully hit her spine sending her back into the wall.

Usually his victims gave up about now, but she was no ordinary girl. And she wasn't programmed to give up after only two rounds!

She staggered back up and felt her forehead. Her hand came back with a sticky red substance on it. She didn't get much time for self-pity, since he side kicked her into the dining room table. She rebounded with a round-house kick but found herself on her stomach, a heavy boot holding her down. She tried to think of a way out of her current position, but just couldn't come up with one. He had her pinned.

She had to face it. He was better than her. If only she had learned something from her friend before he had left. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. She told herself. This isn't a game. This is real, she scolded herself as tears found their way into her eyes. And yet she still desperately wanted her friend! She wanted him to come in, save the day, and make her laugh like he always did.

Suck it up. Her teeth gritted together and she forced her tears back into her head.

He looked at the back of her head and tried to figure her out. No normal girl could have kept fighting through as much pain as he had just put her through. This meant that he must have busted into one of their houses! But now she lay in her own pool of blood and sweat. They didn't cry.
(A/N: I know, I never explained who they are. I was gonna do multiple chapters that would explain it but I didn't.)

He grasped her arms tightly and dragged her upwards. Then he took her wrists above her head and pinned her to a wall so she couldn't harm him.

Her dark brown eyes widened and lit with recognition. She let in a tiny gasp.

"Have we met before?" He didn't like the look she was giving him.

Her face fell a little as she replied.

"You don't remember?"

He ignored her question.

"Is there a reason you know me? And an explanation as to why I don't know you?"

She didn't respond. And he slammed his fist into the wall, a couple of inches away from her skin. He smirked as she flinched.

"You know what I could do to you?" He asked.

"Yes, Ja-"

"Don't use my name."

She glared at him.

"If you're quite done, then yes. I know exactly what you could do."

"Then why aren't you screaming and trying to get away?" He whispered into her ear, his breath causing shivers to go down her spine. He simply chuckled.

"Because I'm not that kind of girl." Her reply was monotone. He had to admire this girl. She was tough.

He slammed her into a chair, watching her from the corner of his eye. She just sat there and stared at him as he rummaged through her cupboards.

"The rope is in the drawer to your left."

Opening the drawer, her grabbed the rope and whirled around to stare at her.

"You know you could've made a run for it by now. I do enjoy a good chase."

"I know." Her monotone voice was back.

"So why didn't you?"

"Because I don't abandon my friends!" Her brown orbs burnt into his. "Even if they've gone delusional." She muttered to herself, looking away.

"Friends?!" He stalked towards her and pinched her chin between his forefinger and thumb, forcing her to look at him. "How are we friends? I don't even remember you!"

"To sum it up?" Her warm brown eyes had gone cold. Dead. Flat. "You were my best friend."

"Were?" He asked quietly.

"3 years ago you up and disappeared." She answered, just as quiet. "Are you bipolar?"

He just threw his head back and laughed.

"I'll take that as a yes."

His expression hardened. He kneeled in back of her and started tying her wrists together. As soon as he had finished, he started with her ankles.

"You don't believe me."

"No, no I don't." He still wasn't looking at her. It made her heart skip a beat, being so near to him.

"Why? Everything I've said has been the truth."

"I don't have any friends." He stuffed a gag into her mouth. It was saturated with something that was making her brain go fuzzy. He flipped a blindfold over her eyes. The last sight she saw that day was a boy with impossibly soft long brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.

She had definitely been drugged. Her muscles were cramped from lying on a cold, hard surface. It didn't help that she kept banging into the wall. Somehow she made sense that she was in some type of truck or van. She struggled lightly and then stopped when footsteps drew near.

"Sleeping beauty is awake!" A voice said, and another one snickered quietly. Her blindfold suddenly got ripped off, and she was looking up into the face of Jack Brewer. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"Good morning, Kimmy."

Sucks! I know! Oh, well. (: It was a way to get steam out. Anyway, leave constructive criticism! I could use it.