*Faiths POV*
I ran. As fast my little heart, lungs, and legs would take me. Me being the stupid little fuck I was, forgot to bring my inhaler. Stupid asthma. I hid my best when I had gotten outside the school. The busses weren't there, no figure. Those men, I knew I should have pretended to be sick today. Those men, those terrible men. My Chemical Romance is my favorite band. I recognized that horde of killers once I saw the masks. I even heard that stupid man over the intercom. It was Korse. The masked people were the Draculoids. I thought this was fake. I should have known. Its 2017 for fucks sake. You'd think they would at least wait until 2019 but no.
"Faith? Is.. Is t-that you?" I heard a horse and shaky voice ask. I looked around the bushes I was hiding in. Right behind me I saw an arm. I glanced upwords and saw my friend, Kacy on the ground. Her short hair looked rough, and her glasses weren't on her face. I made my way over to her.
"Kacy? Oh my god are you hurt?" I asked, worry coming across my voice..
"Shit! Yeah, just need some help up." She said. I helped her to a crouching position. She had a bit of blood on her leg. She explained that she fell and dropped her glasses. She looked to her right.
"Oh there they are." She picked up her glasses, and cleaned them. After she slid them on her nose, she turned to me.
"Faith, why are the dracs here? Why are they- how are they even real?" Kacy was in 11th grade, and we bonded over bands, Supernatural, stuff like that. We met because of MCR and it all went on.
"I don't know, but I think we should get going. They are kinda after me. Kacy, they said I was... A Killjoy. You know what that means?" She gulped nervously, then she said,
"Faith... we need to somehow find them." I knew exactly who she was talking about. Luckily none of them are on tour...
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We went to my house first. We ran as fast as we could without dracs finding us. It was near impossible they were around every corner. When we got there, I quietly fished my keys out of my bag. I opened the door, and the smell of gunsmoke hit my nostrils. Out of my peripheral vision I could see Kacy cringe.
"I swear it doesn't usually smell like this. Ma'! I'm home!" No reply. I almost shit my pants. My dog wasn't even barking. In fact none of them were. No. I ran up the stairs. I lifted up the blanket covering up my dogs cage.
"Nooo! No! Why!?" Kacy came up behind me and gasped. In the small cage, was my chihuahua, dead. Tears were now streaming down my face. She had blood seeping out of her back. I saw her lift up her head slowly. She looked at me. That's when I stuck my hand in the cage. She licked it one last time. That was the last of her.
"Her name was Foxy." I said through tears." I picked her off the side of the road. My uncle said if no one got her he was going to shoot her. She was my baby. She was such a good dog, Kacy. I've always had a close relationship with dogs. Now, my baby is gone." Kacy looked at me, then put the blanket over the cage. She gave me her hand. I took it.

I led her into my room.
"Ma'? You here?" My mom, sister, and I all slept in the same room. It was a fairly large house, but my grandma decided she would take the other room. Mom wasn't here.
"Fuck! Kacy, they aren't here. If mama isn't here then, neither is my grandma." I said through gritted teeth. I knew who done this. Taken my family, shot my dog. Fuck, that means they shot the others. I ran down the stairs, tripping a bit. I ran to the other cages. Both daushhounds were dead. Bloody hell, why does this have to happen. One of them was my brother's dog. Wait, James!
"James! James, please answer!" No reply. My oldest brother wasn't here either. I'm glad my other brother was with my father. My mom and dad got divorced when I was five. Apparently my dad has another son who is three years older than me. Fuck, what about my little sister? She's at the elementary hopefully. Their security is top notch, so the worst that could have happened was them all getting kidnapped but not murdered.
"Faith, we should pack up. I'm really really sorry for your losses." She was right.
We ran upstairs, and I grabbed some things, and put em in my backpack, after I emptied its contents. I put in a few of my brothers old pocket knives, a multitool of mine, and my sisters Harley Davidson pocket knife. I put in three mini flashlights, and two extra batteries. Kacy grabbed my fingerless gloves, some old bandanas, and a pack of tissues. I grabbed my My Chemical Romance jacket, I know, risky with BLI outside, but it was my favorite one. I looked around my room, and on my bed was my small sketchpad that I haven't used yet. I grabbed it and some old sketch pencils. Me and Kacy put them in the backpack.
"Hold on K. I got to grab some stuff from the bathroom." She nodded her head.I went to the bathroom and grabbed a few pads, because I'm a girl. I reached my arm to the back of the cabinet, and grabbed a ziploc baggy. It contained a few blades. I stuffed them into the bottom of my bag. I grabbed two eyeliner pencils because that's just me. I went into my brothers old room and saw his keys. I took them. I took one last look and saw his old GodSmack hat. It was his favorite band. I picked it up and put it on. I made my way back to Kacy and lifted up the keys.
"Do you know how to drive?"

Hola Senor and Senoritas. So I really hope you like this story as much as I do. I love you all.
------------MiniKate