“You’re right. I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this for me. Because I’m a selfish son-of-a-bitch.”
She stared at her mother, who had her hands clenched and jaw set. She turned, and was about to walk out of the whit-washed room, but a single word stopped her.
“Paige.”
Paige. That was the name that her mother had “blessed” her with. She loathed the name. Everyone said that it was a “pretty” name. It meant follower, and that was half the reason why the owner of such a name hated it. She was most defiantly not a follower. And, in about an hour, she would be rid of the name forever.
“Don’t do this, Paige,” her mother continued. “You’re young and silly. You have no idea what you’re saying. You’ll regret this. Don’t do something that you’ll regret. It’ll follow you forever. Look at your sister. She needs you.”
Paige’s nine-year-old sister was curled up in the arms of her father, sobbing, frightened out of her wits by what had just happened.
“Don’t leave, Paige. She needs you. I need you.”
When Paige didn’t answer, her mother sniffed. “Fine. I was right before. You’re only doing this for yourself—you just want to be rid of us. Because you never got everything that you wanted. Because we raised you so that you wouldn’t be a brat. Well, we accomplished that—you’re much worse. Wanting to get rid of us because we didn’t bend over backwards for you every whim.”
Paige’s hands balled into fists and she started to shake with anger. Her mother didn’t understand. Her mother never understood—now, or in the past. It would feel so good just to whip around and punch her right in the face. But, instead, Paige threw the door open and stomped down the hall to the crowded police office.
The police office was crowed with worried parents, annoyed police officers, anxious teenagers, and hard-core criminals. The sounds of phones ringing, people shouting, and parents crying filled the air. Paige was disgusted. She always hated the Port Angeles Police Department.
By the front door stood two people from the Witness Protection Program. One was a blond female wearing a suit and the other was a dark-haired male with a sports coat. Paige strode up to them and stood there, waiting for their words.
“Did you do it?”
Paige nodded, too angry for words.
The blond girl, named Agent Perry, shook her head. “I know that this may be hard for you, but it would be better this way. It will be harder for them to find you if they think that their looking for a family of four when they’re actually a family of three and an orphan.”
Paige nodded. She understood; in fact, she had been the one to suggest it, to protect her family. Too bad her family didn’t understand, especially her mother.
The male, named Agent Jones, put a hand on Paige’s shoulder and said, “Don’t worry. Your family will be—“
“They’re not my family,” Paige growled. When she had left the room, she had permanently split herself from the weak group of people that was huddled within. She no longer considered herself as an Anderson, but some lonely child, cursed to wander the streets forever, never able to truly settle down.
The anger that had built up inside of her burst out then, and she lashed out at the nearest person, who, unluckily, was Agent Jones. Paige grabbed his arm and twisted around so that he was laying on the ground, face up, fear slapped on his face. Paige’s now blood-red eyes stared at his throat, as though she was about to rip it out. She leaned forward, great tendrils of spit dripping from her now-sharpened teeth, then shuttered. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, showing only white, before she collapsed on top of Agent Jones, her lips kissing his neck.
Agent Jones, in a cold sweat, carefully slide out from under her dead weight, terrified that she may spring up and attack him. Agent Perry stood there, staring at the two of them, mystified at what had just happened.
“What should we do?” whispered Agent Jones, who had never even dreamed of anything so scary, even when he was a small boy. “What is she?”
“I don’t know,” Agent Perry whispered back. “But I think we should call someone.”
When Paige came to, she only darkness. Then, a light appeared through a barred window, before disappearing again. She moaned, for she had the largest headache that you could ever imagine, times ten. It felt as though her head was about to explode. She tried to move, but found that she was bound. Chains bolted to the floor held her arms out from her body, and her knees were numb from kneeling on the cold, steel floor. Every time she tried to move, her arms hurt more and the chains clinked in despair.
There was a snap, then a hiss, and a black man in a black suit holding a flare that made the light red was standing in front of her. Looking around, Paige saw that she was in a small steel box with a few barred windows that let showed light appearing then disappearing. Where was she? A prison?
The black man stared down at her. He had a small, white beard, and one hand was tucked into his pocket. Then, in a dry, gravelly voice, he spoke. “Who are you?”
Paige’s throat was dry, but she managed to croak out, “Paige Anderson.”
The black man barked a laugh. Then, he leaned in close to her. His breath smelled like chopped liver and parsley, and her stomach rumbled with hunger. Paige didn’t know when the last time she ate was.
The black man nodded. “I thought so. Now, tell me who you really are.”
“Paige Anderson.” Paige had no idea who this guy was or what he wanted, but she was seriously confused. She didn’t remember what had happened; only that she had been standing in the police station, with Agents Perry and Jones. Paige’s eyes widened and she took a quick intake of breath. She remembered now. She had gotten really pissed, and let her Other Side take control. She had attacked Agent Jones. She had turned into a monster.
“I’m going to ask you one more time.” The black man seemed really mad, now. “And if you don’t answer, then you are going to get hurt real bad. But you wouldn’t want that, now would you? Who are you?”
Paige glared at him. “I’ve told you! I’m Paige Elizabeth Anderson! I had a family—a mom, a dad, a sister, and everything—but I’ve departed from them because of the Witness Protection Program. Now, please, tell me where I am.”
The black man snorted and sat down on a box. “You’re in an armored car. You’re on your way to Area 51—the prison for your kind. I’m Special Agent Smith of the FBI, and you’ve got yourself into some deep shit.”
“The FBI?” asked Paige, playing innocent. “My kind? What are you talking about?” Crap, she thought. If this guy knows what I really am, then I’m going to be in some big trouble. And this only happened to me twelve hours ago—I have nearly no control over it. It’s a miracle that I didn’t rip Mom’s head off.
“Yes,” said the black man. “The FBI. And you know what I mean by your kind.”
“Please,” pleaded Paige. “We may be thinking of different things.”
The black man leaned close to her again and hissed, “Vampires.”
Paige had to restrain from laughing out loud. If this guy thought that she was a vampire, then he didn’t know anything. But, still, she had to escape this van before they reached this destination. She decided it was best to play along.
Sitting up straighter, she said, “I guess you know your stuff.”
“Hell I know my stuff. I’ve known my stuff for fifteen years—after your kind killed my family. My wife was beautiful, like a flower, my three-year-old daughter had just made her first friend. You don’t know how it pained me to come home and see the bloody masses of their corpses splattered all over the room. That was when I would hunt down every one of you filthy little vermin.”
Wow. Paige mentally rolled her eyes. A sob story. Like I need to hear that.
“And now, you’re going to get what’s coming to you. Area 51 is kept hidden up for a reason. The general public would disprove of what we do there. Torture. Manual labor. Tests. It’s our very own Auschwitz in the middle of nowhere, made just for the likes of you.”
Paige was going to go longer than this, but she got tired of her game. “Yes,” she sighed. “Only, it’s not made for the likes of me.”
Agent Smith jumped up, infuriated. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Paige chuckled. “I’m not a vampire.”
Agent Smith pulled out a knife and held it to her throat. “Then what the hell are you?”
“Nothing you’ve ever seen.” Paige didn’t have much control of her Other Half, but she knew how to unleash it. That was what she did. The hot anger rolled through her, and it took hold of her actions. She knew that she would regret it later, because it would be hard for her to regain control of her body, but she let it out anyway.
Paige smiled up at Agent Smith, her eyes deep, black pits. Then, slowly, grey ooze seeped out onto the knife and onto his hand. Agent Smith yelped and jumped backward. The knife clattered to the floor, and the grey matter burned the flesh off of his hand.
“What are you?” he shrieked.
“Didn’t I already explain that to you?”
“How are you doing this?”
“Oh, believe me, you haven’t seen anything yet.” Paige smiled, her teeth long and sharp, like knives. “Boom.”
Behind the armored truck, a lawyer named Benjamin Chase honked his horn. Even though it was seven o’ clock, the high way was crowded with people, and there was no way for Ben to get around the giant, lumbering piece of metal. He honked his horn again. The van burst into flames, and the wave of energy engulfed Benjamin, immediately searing all flesh off his bones.
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On Characters: This was probably the part of your story that I found weakest. I didn't like the fact that your MC seemed to be pretty perfect. She was a typical angsty Mary-Sue who can do anything. Also, your other characters seemed to be fairly undeveloped and in fact shallow as people. I would try to give them a little personality. You can do this by describing the "why"s rather than the "what"s. Give us a little insight into there minds, and in fact become their characters.
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