"Conner!" Conner...Conner...Ner...Ner...Er...Er...r... Her scream for him was hoarse, cracking her already dry throat and bringing more sobs.
Her cry echoed down the canyon, but there was only silence in response. She clung to the side of the cliff, her palms sweaty, but wrapped tight against the flat dirty surface. Her fingers dug into the dirt on the underside, and little rocks crumbled away as she tightened her hold on it. She wasn't afraid of falling down, chasing Conner involuntarily over the side. But maybe it would be a nice end.

Not happening. An evil laughter erupted behind her and she didn't have to turn to know it was Aaron. She hissed as she turned to glare up at him frim her spot on the ground. She didn't think she could stand, Aaron had just murdered the ONE thing she had ever cared about. She called him a name before knocknig his feet out from under him. It didn't do what she wanted it to. He fell, of course, but he fell on top of her. He chuckled darkly and stared down at her hungrily.

She tried to shove him off, but she had been lucky to knock him off balance as it were. She being to cry again, somehow her tear ducts had filled quickly and the salty tears came pouring out again. He had tortured Conner, broken limbs, beaten her in front of him, other things, so many other things, to make him angry and pained. Then he had thrown him over her and down the canyon. Conner had barely screamed, or maybe he had and she hadn't heard him over her own shout.

"Conner," she whisper/sobbed as bent his head over her, his lips coming into contact with her neck. She flinched, but that only made him laugh, his breath cold and somehow seductive, even through her anguish and fear, over her throat skin. She shivered, and he smiled, she could feel it. Then it stung, just a little, before everything went dark and Aaron fed.


~*~

Choking and gasping for air, Scarlett Evangeline-Marie Thomas woke up in a hospital bed pale, disoriented, sickly, and with two cold and blue holes not even half an inch in diameter on the side of her neck. Her vision was blurred and she felt like she might barf at any moment, like she was having motion sickness.

She tried to sit up but she was shoved back, rather gently, but warm, careful hands. "No you don't, dear," the voice was soft and polite, but somehow authoritive. She turned toward it, but she couldn't see anything but blurred tan, green, and black. She blinked, trying to focus, but it wasn't coming.

"Conner?" her voice was but a whisper, "Conner, baby, is that you?"

'Conner' sighed, "no sweetie. I'm sorry, but Conner is dead. Or so you told us."

Suddenly Scarlett was crying, "CONNER!" She howled, her voice seemed to bounce off the empty white walls of the hospital room and taunt her by hitting her ears again and again. She couldn't help herself, she cried harder and louder. "CONNER! CON-" the man clamped a hand down over her mouth. She suddenly felt angry for him not allowing her speech, but she was too weak to do anything besides knit her eyebrows together, and she had to wonder if she'd even managed that.

"Shh, dear, shhh. I'm Doctor Coen," he wondered if she should be in a MENTAL hospital with the state she was in, but he tried to calm her. Scarlett relaxed her muscles and fell back deep into the recently fluffed pillows.

Her vision began to clear and she could see the doctor was good-looking, maybe 31-32, tan, with short, cropped black hair. His scrubs were green. That explained a lot.

Someone else came in, the young assistant doctor, that's what he had to be, dressed in his scrubs, with his white mask hanging around his neck, was gorgeous, breathtaking. Scarlett Evangeline-Marie Thomas nearly fainted again. She must have gasped, because they both looked at her. She swallowed, more like gulped, as Doctor Coen waved a hand at the newcomer. "This is my assistant-"


[Okay, so Scarlett and the assistant doctor are going to get together and date. She's greiving for Conner, but she can't remember very much. SHe doesn't remember what happened, just that Conner died, and she doesn't know who 'attempted to kill her.' At first, he just wants to help, but then he ends up 'falling in like with her' and we'll go from there.

No oneliners, mary sues, god moding....blah blah blah. Be literate. At least a paragraph. Talk like a normal person. Thank you.] {Reminder: CLOSED TO FIRST}