Unique: Part 1

Snickers floated down the hallway of Greensville Highschool. Fiona lowered her head as she passed through students, there was no doubt that they were laughing at her. Every school Fiona had been to, people made fun of or bullied her. Fiona did look a little different, her hair was white, as white as snow; her eyes were a blue-brown and freckles spattered her cheeks and nose. Her mother always told her she was beautiful, Fiona thought otherwise. White hair and unique colored eyes made her different and a freak to everyone else.

Whispers floated around as Fiona passed by, her heart pounded as she reached her locker. She opened her locker with shaky fingers and tried to push away the previous day’s events from her mind. Fiona only hoped the current day would hold better things. A laugh sounded behind Fiona, a female laugh. “Hey, snowy.” A sneer sounded.

Fiona ignored the voice and pushed her locker closed. She squeezed by and hurried to her classroom. She kept her head down and eyes glued to the floor; suddenly she bumped into someone. “Sorry.” She murmured. Her books slipped from her arms and clattered to the ground.

“Are you ok?” A gentle male voice asked.

Slowly Fiona lifted her eyes, that was the first time someone spoke to her gently and kindly, everyone else sneered. In front of her stood a teenage boy, probably 17 or 18 years old. His blue eyes studied her and he smiled. “I’m Trevor.” He reached his hand out to shake hers.

“Fiona.” She replied, shaking his hand.

Trevor bent down and picked up her spilled books. “Here.” He handed them to her.

“Thanks.” Fiona managed to reply. Trevor’s kindness towards her made her feel hopeful, maybe she would make some friends at this new school.

“I gotta head to class. See you later.” He took off down the hall and disappeared into a classroom.

Later that day...

Fiona started to walk out of the school building. Someone grabbed her arm and pulled her behind the school. A masked man pushed her against the brick walling of the school. He slapped a hand over her mouth, keeping her from screaming. Fiona stared at him with wide eyes, her heart was racing. Had someone set this up? She had been set up by bullies in the past, but nothing like this

His eyes darted back and forth, scanning the area. “Don’t you dare scream.” He hissed, slowly pulling his hand away from her mouth.

Fiona nodded as his hand came off her mouth. “What do you want?” She whispered.

He kept her pinned against the brick wall, holding her shoulders down. “Is your father Kyle Mathison?”

Fiona eyed him suspicously before answering. “Y-yes. What do you want?” She pushed her knee out and discreetly wrapped her leg behind the captor’s.

He noticed her trying to trip him. He swung her around and held her in a choke hold, his arm wrapped around her throat. “You think you’re smart, don’t you?”

Fiona coughed and rasped for air. She tried to kick the man, but couldn’t get a solid kick planted in his leg. A van pulled up nearby, a door opened and another masked man hopped out. “You got her?” He jogged over.

“She’s fiesty.” He held Fiona tighter, she rasped, trying to draw in a breath of air.

A cloth went over her mouth and nose and she felt herself becoming drowsy. Just before she blacked she heard a shout, “Fiona!”

She turned her head and through her blurring vision she saw Trevor. The ground swayed beneath her feet and everything around her went black.

Fiona moaned softly as she woke up. Her head was hurting terribly. “Ohhh..” She softly moaned.

“She’s awake.” A deep male voice announced in the darkness.

Fiona squinted, trying to make out the people who stood somewhere near her. “Who are you?” She managed to say.

“A very important man.” The same voice rumbled through the room and a laugh sounded.

Pain rushed through Fiona’s scalp and she yelped, someone was pulling her hair. “Your family has something we want, and we will get it.”

“B-by using me?” She squeaked out.

There was no answer. The pain subsided and she was pulled up to her feet. “You have the phone?” Another voice asked.

“Yes.” Fiona was yanked over to a table. “Call him and tell him he better cooperate; we have his daughter.”

A knock sounded somewhere outside. “Who is that?” The man who had pulled Fiona’s hair pulled her away from the table.

“Don’t know.” A female voice sounded.

Fiona’s eyes ached trying to see in the darkness. Lights flashed on along the ceiling, blinding everyone. Suddenly the door flew open, Fiona squinted, “Trevor?” She mouthed, but no words came out.

Trevor stood in the doorway, along with some other people, police officers. “Let her go.” One man drew out his gun.

The man holding Fiona pulled something from his pocket, a knife. “Lower your weapons and she won’t get hurt.” He growled.

The police officer slowly lowered his gun, but Trevor stopped him. “Don’t back down.” He whispered to the officer. Trevor disappeared into the hallway.

Fiona gulped as the man brought his knife to her neck. “I said lower your weapons.” Her captor said louder.

The officer took a step forwards. Suddenly Fiona and the man holding her fell over. Trevor knocked the man down. “Let her go, Osburg.” Trevor’s voice came out harsh.

Fiona squirmed and pushed out of the way, but not fast enough. Osburg grabbed her ankle and shoved Trevor to the side, kneeing him in the chest. Fiona kicked and yanked her foot away from the man’s grasp.

She crawled next to a wall and sat, trembling. Trevor pulled Osburg down and pinned his legs down, Osburg grunted. A bang reverberated through the room, a police officer fell down, groaning in pain.

“Let Osburg go, or another officer gets hurt.” A voice shouted. Someone stepped out of the shadows and glared at Trevor.

Trevor released Osburg and jumped back. He watched, panting as Osburg stood and brushed his pants off. Trevor’s eyes followed Osburg’s every move. “Tell your officers to back off.” Osburg trudged over to Fiona and yanked her up. “Or she gets hurt.”

Trevor waved his hand at the officers. “You heard him.” He told them. His eyes shifted back to Osburg who now held the knife back at Fiona’s throat. “Now, let her go.”

Osburg pushed Fiona away, sending her stumbling into the wall. “She’s free now.” His eyes glinted. A beep sounded and an explosion shook the building, causing everyone to lose their balance.

“Fiona! Run!” Trevor screamed.

Fiona turned to run out the door but someone blocked her way. A tall man pulled out a gun and grabbed her. “You all stay here, until the bomb goes off and no one will get hurt.”

Trevor stood watching helplessly as the man pulled Fiona out the door. He crept towards the doorway, a scream, yell, and gunshot sounded. Trevor rushed out the door and spotted Fiona, laying on the ground covering her head....