Hillary's POV

I cried and screamed, Jacob hushing me and asked what was wrong. I screamed bloody murder, telling him there was blood everywhere and god what was going on?

I wept and cried and screamed.

'Get away,' the voice shouted. 'while he is around there will always be blood!'

I kept on screaming, until I shouted what the voice had said at loud.

"Get away! While you are around there will always be blood!"

Jacob's face flashed with hurt, and then he was gone in a flash.

I blinked. Blood... gone. I stopped screaming and took heavy breaths. Was that it then? Every time I saw that boy it would be blood?

What was he, and why did he make me see red?

And then I remembered what I smelt on him, just what I recognised.

Could it be true? Did I really smell Jessica all over him?

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Please Please PLEASE don't get the wrong idea! There is a reason for this and it isn't that something gone on with Jacob and Jessica, OK? Please don't think that. ^_^ oh and one other thing. The next POV is JESS's POV, not JessICA's POV. they are different people. Don't get them mixed up ;)

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Jess's POV

OK. I wasn't going to pretend for one minute that I wasn't worried, because I was - but Katy pacing wasn't going to get us anywhere.

We had to think back. The last time I'd seen Hillary had been at the dance, she'd been dancing with some super hot guy I didn't know. He'd given her a rose... and I hadn't seen her since.

I'd felt strange around that boy, like we were connected in some way. Did I know him? Surely I would remember?

My phone buzzed and I sighed. It was 2o'clock in the morning... Katy had insisted we get going because she had an idea. As it turned out, that idea was to go to the boys dorm, and as it turned out... 3 boys were missing.

3. Did that just HAPPEN to be the same number, or did that have anything to do with some... WEIRD scheme that they were all wrapped up in?

I grabbed my phone and gasped as I read the message.

[help. 64 scream lane]

Scream lane. This was going to be a bumpy ride.

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Hannah's POV

{all good things to those who wait} 7 words. 1 meaning. It rang over and over in my head, a never ending drum beat that I couldn't shake off.

{all good things to those who wait}. I screamed. How thrust rating. Over and over, continuous...

{all good things... to those who wait}. I shook my head in agony. What was wrong with me? How could I not want to leave? I'd been kidnapped! William was a raper, for all I knew.

Why was it always me? Why not a bitch from the other side of the world, far, FAR from Cross Academy? I was slowly going insane, but I couldn't take a minute to comprehend it.

And then it began.

I felt my tummy rumble, and then my breasts were growing bigger, and now I was struggling to hold their weight. Then my butt expanded, then I was taller, my hair longer so it nearly reached my curved figure... WHAT? I had a curved figure? It was almost as if I was 17!

Damn. I was 17.

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I know I know shorty live with it ^_^

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Jessica's POV

"-and who do you think you are? Running round leaving scars... collecting your jar of hearts... tearing love apart..." I sang as I washed my hair. Jacob had left me in an enormous room with 3 beds, all empty, a bathroom about the size of my old bedroom, and walk in closet... and told me to make myself feel at home.

I grinned. Maybe life here wouldn't be that bad? Then I remembered. Oh yeah. Kidnapped. Nearly raped. Maybe I shouldn't be singing in the shower?

I shut up and finished, getting out and tying my hair, wrapping a towel around me and grabbing my nunchaku.

Without it, would I still be alive?

Without it, would I even survive anymore?

I decided I'd take my nunchaku with me everywhere. It was a useful thing to have, and hey, maybe at some point I'd be able to kill Vincent?

God I couldn't wait.

I grabbed the hairdryer propped up in the corner when Hillary came bounding in, sniffing the air. When she saw me she gave a little leap and ran over, wrapping me in a hug.

"Jessica! You're OK!"

I scowled. "if you call nearly being raped OK, then yeah, I am."

"I'm sorry Jess," she grabbed a hold of me and jigged me about. I felt like I was gonna be sick and was about to faint when she stopped, face filled with glee.

"it's here," she grinned, grabbing my little spare phone from where I kept it in my ear. I turned green. I'd forgotten about that.

It was a tiny keypad that just fit in my ear, and was skin colour so no one saw it was clipped there. You could type out simple messages on it.

Hillary texted someone and grinned.

"I found out where we are," she told me. "and the name fits our situation quite nicely."

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Hannah's POV

I gasped. How was that even possible? One second I was 11, the next I'm 17. I was alone, confused and shivering.

Why had William left me? Surely he'd done this. Who was he, how has he done... this? I wasn't 17... I was 11. Plain old Hannah, still a baby at heart. All my friends know that.

Why was I suddenly now 17, and how the hell was I going to learn to live with this?

I jumped up and ran out of the room. Oh god wait... my clothes. They were way to small for me now. I gasped. What was I going to do?

Well, I knew what I WASN'T going to - go out naked. Or stand in here waiting for some one to walk in and see me naked. ESPECIALLY not William.

I dived back into bed, pulling the covers as far up my body as I could. I felt dirty... being naked with no clothes in a strangers, a BOYS house, I was 17.

Great, I had even more to hide now. Breasts. Curves. Oh god, I was losing it. BADLY. Wait. Where were Hillary and Jessica?

I was only comprehending this now? I may have a tough shell, but if they were hurt...

I saw my pole in the corner.

Hmm. Game on.