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She smiled up at him shyly, "My name's Lexi." she looked around awkwardly, "I better get going I guess..." she said slowly, determined to walk out the door as soon as possible.



He looked out the window, "There's an abandoned apartment complex just two roads down west from here. It's pretty nice, and no one is there." He hinted to her.


He looked around, "Hello?" He asked raising his eyebrow.
"Your music is loud, isn't it?" The man asked, not saying anything more as he stepped into his home.
Drayven rose his eyebrow, "What are you doing in my house?" He asked getting a bit pissed off. He walked over to the sterio, in case there'd be screaming. And if it was Drayven screaming, he wanted people to know.
"Don't ask questions, in fact, you'll be answering a lot of them." He said sitting down on the couch.
Drayven narrowed his yes, "Yeah, or I can stay silent since that's my right."
"I'm with the government, you don't have a right that I don't know, and your rights have been removed at this time and shall stay gone until I leave. Do you understand boy?"
Drayven stopped talking, biting his lip and breathing in, his heart hammering. What would they want with him? He hadn't done anything bad.

Lexi backed away some more, hitting the brick wall of a building. She groped along it, trying to inch sideways away from the boy.
He moved closer, planting his arms on the wall on either side of her, preventing any escape. "Has the little kitty come out to play?" He asked softly, his eyes giving her a twice over.
Lexi struggled, trying to get away from him.
The boy ran one hand down her shoulder, moving along until Lexi shoved him away. "Stop it!" She said, struggling to get away again.
The boy grinned, "Why should I?" He grabbed her face and kissed her hard.
Lexi squirmed, lashing out with her hand.
The boy backed away, shocked. He touched his cheek and brought his hand away bloody. Lexi had left four long scratches down his face.
He cursed under his breath, pointing at her, "You messed with the wrong dude girl. I'll be back. And don't think you'll get away with what you did." He disappeared into the shadows again and Lexi immediately began sprinting in the other direction, towards the abandoned apartment building.

"Have you met a girl? Mr.... What would you like me to call you?" The man asked.
"I've met many girls before. And the name is Dawson." He lied, he wouldn't give out his real name. He was still on the run.
The man laughed lightly, "Recently. One with.... Ginger hair?"
Drayven kept his emotions cool, making him looked a bit confused. "Uh.... not recently. I used to know one in like, third grade, but I doubt your talking about her." He smirked, his eyes narrowed.
The man narrowed his eyes right back, "Now Dawson, I don't think you know what you're dealing with. If you're hiding her, you must give her back."
What the hell did you do Lexi? he questioned in his mind. "It's just me. That's all who lives here."
"How old are you?"
"17." He answered.
"Don't you need to be 18 to own property?" He asked.
Drayven tensed up, "My father pays for it...." He lied, knowing that this man should know that law doesn't matter in this area in town. That is unless it's big like murder, even though there was a lot with the gangs.
"Dawson, I need to get this girl back, she could be dangerous."
"I haven't met a girl."
This went on for a few hours, the man trying many different ways to get Drayven to speak, but nothing worked. In fact, Drayven almost fell asleep a few times with the man's constant talking. He left though,thinking Drayven didn't know anything.
Drayven put the knife back, waiting and making sure the guy was gone. "What the hell was that about?" He muttered looking back to his room. It was pitch dark, and he was exhausted.

Someone shouted in the alley outside the building, and Lexi cautiously glanced outside through a boarded window. She could just make out a group of teens in the shadows, no more than 25 no less than 15. They were all boys, by the sounds of it, and none of them sounded friendly.
Lexi watched as one boy stepped into the pale circle of a street light and she bit her lip. It was definitely the same boy that had attacked her in the alley.
She squeezed her eyes shut tight and crawled to the furthest, darkest corner of the building, hoping they would not find her.



Drayven was up in the morning, wondering if she had gotten to the abandoned apartment last night. He also had a few questions for her. He got up and got on his bike. He rode down the street, not knowing what he was going to come into. But just in case, he always carried a gun on the back of his bike, just a pistol though and a few rounds of ammunition. He noticed the group of guys, cussing softly. He knew them. Why did he have to know them. They were from the wanna be gang, even though they were more of just a group of runaway waste of skins.
He stopped on the side of the street, a few guys looking over at him. They smirked, "Look what the bike dragged in! Drayven!"
Drayven rolled his eyes, taking off the helmet, "What the hell are you guys doing? You guys are making a lot of noise."
"There's a slut up there that scratched up his face." The guy pointed to the other.
Drayven rolled his eyes, "Oh my God are you serious? So what are you planning on doing to her?"

Lexi woke up to voices outside. Her heart was in her throat. She thought the gang would be gone by now. She didn't dare peak outside for fear that they would spot her.


Lexi decided to crawl towards the window. She peaked outside, surprised to see Drayven with the boys outside. Was he one of them? She watched, confused. The pack of boys were leaving now, but Drayven was still there. What is he doing?

He looked up at the house, seeing the flash of ginger hair and started inside the house. They were to stupid to walk in? He questioned. "Come on down, they're all gone." He called up, not going to leave his bike.







"Don't say that." She said softly, "I'm not a... what. I'm a who." She hated being called a thing, a possession, nothing more than another toy of the governments. She had been told that for so long. "I ran from them, because I hated what they did to me. How they treated me, the testing..." Her voice trailed off, not sure how much of the truth she should give, "I ran for my life because they were treating me like an... it. They said I belonged to them, and they want me back." She looked down again. She hated the government so much. They had promised her... they even signed the contract. But they lied. She had to give up everything because of that.









He nodded, offering his arm to her, "And if you need any help getting it out, I can help you with that." He said. He knew the ways of the body, and where to cut and where not to cut. He just hopped he wouldn't have to dig to deep. He sighed softly, "It's painstaking to take care of your own injured self."

Lexi nodded, shuddering slightly. "I may need some help." Her voice was quiet. Truth is, she was actually dreading the thought of taking the tracker out. She had never been good with blood. "Were you hurt before?"
She walked over and placed her hand in his. She wasn't as nervous around him any more, and she was super relieved somehow that he had offered to help her.

He brought her to the bike, keeping his hand in hers, making sure whoever looked over at them seen that they were a matching set. People knew around here that if you ever touched his stuff he'd kill you. He didn't care who they were, their head would be his.

She walked with him to his bike, and noticed one other boy staring at them. He looked down at their hands briefly, surprise flicking across his features. He looked away quickly again and practically jogged around the corner of a building. Lexi frowned, not understanding, then realization washed over her. She blushed slightly, looking down, but she did not argue against the fact that he could keep her safe this way.


She looked around nervously though, worried that she would see an agent, or cop, anyone who may take her back to the labs. Every second the tracker was still on her, gave the government more time to find her.




She started by running her hands over her forearms searching for any lumps or bumps that shouldn't be there. She moved along until she had covered most of her torso. When she reached her lower back, she paused, fingering a spot between two ribs. She traced her fingers over an inch long bump that should definitely not be there. She sighed thankfully and pulled her shirt back down over the hem of her jeans. She would need help cutting it out, and it wasn't the most strategic place, but it definitely could have been somewhere more awkward.
She opened the bathroom door again slowly, "I found it." She said, her heart hammering in her chest.

He turned when he heard her yell for him. He started to walk toward her with the knife, down so it wasn't a threatening position. "Alright." He got in there and put the knife on the counter, along with getting out other items along with a needle and thread, which he'd most likely need. He was just glad he had the practice to do this from all the guys. "This is going to hurt, a lot." He warned, "Now show me where it is so we can get this over with."

She turned so her back was too him. She lifted up the back of her shirt a little and pointed to the spot on her back. "There." She said, tracing the bump. It was a couple inches down from her left shoulder blade, and felt as if it was lodged between two ribs. "Do you know what you are doing?" She asked hesitantly, not sure if she wanted to know the answer. She was mostly afraid that she would back out of letting him do it.