Hello My Name Is Nothing

There is no permanent destination for me. I am a murder-without-hesitation hotwire expert. This is the story of how I finally may have found a home.




I woke up in a bed that was far too comfortable to be from the motel yet I was wrapped tightly in the same blanket I had crawled under last night at the motel. I also noticed a handcuff had been placed on my wrist and the other end appeared to be hooked onto a bedpost. I began to have a breakdown in my head. How could I have been so stupid to let myself get kidnapped? I had already learned from past experience. You see, when I just starting my runaway career, I was kidnapped at a bar. Luckily, my captor thought I was weak and as soon as his back was turned, I beat him senseless before retrieving my gun and killing him. But unlike the pedophile 30-year-old man, I had an idea who would want to kidnap me: the blood bath. I knew leaving them barely hurt would be a bad idea. I should have stayed up when I heard the motorcycles coming. As I thought over my mistakes, I heard the door creak and immediately shut my eyes and went limp, as if I was actually asleep. I heard multiple pairs of feet shuffling in.

“I still don’t get why you kidnapped her.” One said. It sounded like Jackson.

“I told you. I’ll explain when she wakes up.” Another replied. I was positive that was Denver.

“Hey guys, why don’t we talk outside? I know from experience girls love to pretend to be asleep. They love eavesdropping.” A different one said. I believe that was Francis. I waited until I couldn’t hear their boots and slowly lifted my head up from the bed.

“I knew you were eavesdropping.” A voice said from somewhere in the room. I jumped and almost let out a scream. I looked around the room and my eyes met with Francis, who was leaning casually against the doorway. I slowly put my back under the covers. I heard him chuckle lightly.

“Putting your head under the covers won’t fool anyone.” I groaned and showed my face once again.

“Why am I here? You know, kidnapping is a felony.” I said this quickly, but he seemed to understand every word.

“Do I seem like a person who is afraid of breaking the law, much less a little crime like kidnapping?”

“Do I look like someone who cares whether or not you’re afraid? I’m not an innocent angel who would never a fly. The last person to kidnap my went 6 feet under.” I said threateningly. He mocked surprise.

“You hurt people? I had no idea.” He said sarcastically pointing to his cut cheek. I chuckled, remembering the incident in the ally.

“Listen, I’m kind of in the middle of a big-saved-up vacation so could you please drop me off at the Motel 6?”

“That was a vacation?”

“Yeah, unlike you I’m a street rat. My hair has never stayed the same color for long. I’m a hotwire expert and kill-without-warning type of girl. My life isn’t as lavish as your top notch gang.”

“What’s your name, then? My name is Francis.”


“Just tell me your name.”

I just did. My name is Nothing. I mean I have a real name, but that’s confidential, and if you knew you might know who I am.”

“Don’t worry about it, Nothing. We don’t use our real names either.”

“So why are you Francis?”

“It’s my hometown, San Francisco. We base our names off of home-towns. Denver is from Denver, Colorado, Jackson’s from Jacksonville, Florida, and Paul’s from St. Paul, Minnesota.” I nodded, then stopped suddenly.

“You never answered my question.”

“Which one?”

“Why am I here?”

“Well, you beat us up.”

“That’s what I do. What’s wrong with that?”

“No one-especially girls- usually beats us up unless they’re part of a rival gang or really drunk.”

“Yeah, well I’m different. So if you wanted to kill me, why didn’t you?” I arched an eyebrow in confusion.

“I’ll get the others to explain.”

And with that he left the room. I heard faint conversation and then footsteps getting louder. Denver slammed into the room. He slapped me across the face. It wasn’t painful, but I was stunned.

“What the hell?” I said, ignoring the sting on my cheek.

“That’s for beating us up.” Denver said before giving me a pat on the back. “And that’s for having the guts to beat up our gang.”

“Wow, man-period much?” I said, smirking.

“What do you mean?” he questioned.

“One minute you’re angry, the next you’re happy. I really don’t want to explain my remark.”  I said rolling my eyes.

“So you’re probably getting the wrong idea on why we took you…” Jackson said, but I interrupted him.

“What? You thought I was going to let myself get used as some kind of sex toy? That would never happen on my watch.”

“It can be arranged.” Paul said with a smirk.

“Ha! That’s really cute Paul, but I’ve been kidnapped before and that lasted two days. As soon as he turned his back, I knocked him unconscious and killed him. Then I hotwired his car and ran away…again.”

“Can we get on topic, please?” Denver said frustratingly.

They all nodded as I pulled the covers off of me, revealing my sleeveless t-shirt and shorts.

“We have a proposition for you.” Francis started.

“And that is…” I said, motioning for them to hurry it along.

“We wanted to offer you a spot on the gang.” Jackson said.

“But we need to know something you’re good at.” Denver said.

“Hotwiring.” Francis blurted.

“Hotwiring?” everyone except me and Francis repeated.

“Yeah. She said earlier she was a hotwiring expert.” Francis continued.

“Well, I have been hotwiring since I was 5.” I said.

“Why would you need to hotwire at 5?” Paul asked.

“Some girl on my block bragged about her motor scooter. It had a key to start it, so I played around with the wires and stole it for a quick joyride.” Light chuckles came from two of them as I finished.

“So answer the question, do you want in?” Denver asked.

“In what?” I said.

“THE GANG!” they all said at the same time.

Okay, I was earning their trust. You see, the whole time they were talking, I had been picking the lock on my handcuffs. I had also located my bag full of weapons.

“Let me think about it okay?” I said putting my head down. I waited for them to leave, but they just stood there.

“Can you leave please?” I said, annoyed.

“You can’t be trusted, and you picked the lock on your handcuffs.” Paul said simply.

“How do you know?” I said suspiciously.

“I’m a former bodyguard. I see everything.” Paul replied.

“Fine, you caught me.” I lifted both my hands. I thought of my possible ways of escape and then I remembered my knife in my boot. I brought my feet to a criss cross and sat up.

“Okay well I’m not sure if I want to join.” As I said this I was slowly pulling my knife out of my boot.

“Well, make a decision quick because-“ Denver was interrupted by my knife going straight into the wall right next to his head. I cursed myself for missing his arm. But in his stun I jumped out of bed and grabbed my backpack. I almost made the door when a strong pair of arms picked me up and shoved me into the wall. I was immobilized. I tried to reach my weapons but his grip only became stronger. I brought my leg up and kicked him in the stomach and he lurched forward, releasing me. I pulled my gun from my bag and purposely missed Jackson’s head by a little bit to scare him and ran out of the door.

Unfortunately, I didn’t know the house was HUGE and suddenly I tripped and fell on a couple of stairs. Pain shot through my leg and as I tried to get up someone jumped onto me and held me down. I was turned over onto my back and came face to face with Denver.

“Get off of me.” I commanded through gritted teeth, holding back the pain in my leg.

“You really don’t like us, do you?” he replied, pulling out a chloroform rag.

“What kind of psycho carries around chloroform?” I questioned.

“It knocks out the enemies faster than beating them up.”

He placed the rag on my mouth as I attempted to struggle. My vision became blurry as I felt him throw me over my shoulder. Then everything went black.


 I placed her back in the bed and looked for something other than handcuffs to hold her back. I ended up handcuffing one arm the bed post and the other arm to her ankle. I hoped she wouldn’t find a way out of that. When I walked into the living room I found the boys sitting in a circle. I sighed and sat down, knowing a meeting was in order.

“Now what do we do?” Jackson complained.

“Should we give her the tattoo?” Paul suggested.

“Without her consent? No thank you.” Francis added.

We began to debate on what we should do. The meeting must have gone on for two hours until we reached a decision. We were collecting the tattoo supplies when we heard a creak. We looked towards her room and sprinted to the place. Everyone groaned when we saw two pairs of handcuffs with a note that said ‘Nice Try’ on it. The window had been opened and all that was left of her was a tear of her clothing.


                        I ran around, unsure of where I was going. Soon I discovered a familiar area and went to a car dealership. It was still nighttime so it was closed. I quickly found a car in the corner with tinted windows and hotwired it. I drove off and in twenty minutes arrived at the motel. The same lady was there and when she saw me she screeched in excitement.

                        “Hello.” I said casually. She gave me a big hug and grinned.

                        “Did they hurt you?”

                        “No, I escaped. They wanted me to join the gang and I played along and as soon as they left I jumped out the window. Is my room still here? Am I still checked in?”

                        “Of course you are. You paid for two weeks of this place. Here’s your key.” She handed me my key and I ran to my room before realizing she gave me a new key. I walked back to the desk.

                        “I gave you a new room in case they come back.” The lady said without looking up from some papers. “It’s on 510. Top floor.”

                        I thanked her and took the elevator up to floor 5. The room seemed a little bigger than my other one. I changed into my ripped blue jeans but left my t-shirt from sleeping on. I sat on the edge of the bed and flipped through channels before settling on Spongebob. I watched about 8 episodes until I realized the sun shining through my windows. I flipped off the TV off and slipped on my leather jacket and shoes. I slid my gun and knife in my jacket and grabbed my money from my boot.

                        “I grabbed my motorcycle and rode to the drugstore, heading straight for the hair dye. I grabbed blue hair dye and a diet coke. I paid for it and went straight back to the hotel. By then they had opened the breakfast area. I threw the dye in my room and went down for breakfast. I quickly chose a bagel, muffin, fruit, and yogurt then ate silently at my own table. I ran back to my room to apply the hair dye. Usually my hair didn’t change this quickly but I couldn’t risk being noticed.

                        But then conscience kicked in. I was just offered a position in a gang along with a place to stay and I ran away. I smacked myself in the face and looked at myself. I looked at the box and set it down, leaving my hair undyed. I looked out the window and wondered. Should I run away again? Should I stay with the Blood Bath? I didn’t know how I could trust anyone after the day my life changed. Suddenly memories came flashing through my mind.

                        “Look what you’ve done.”

                        “You can trust me. It’ll be our little secret.”

                        “I can’t believe you trusted me. You’re so stupid. Now you’ll be in jail in a few hours.”

                        “Goodbye. Thanks for playing the game.”

                        I collapsed onto my bed and passed out.


                        I encouraged the boys that maybe we should just tell her why we took her. Our gang was low on main members and our rival gang might take her. The Vipers had seen us take her out of the motel. They might see her talent and want her, giving them an advantage.


                        I woke up to knocking. I looked through the peep hole and peeked out. The person wasn’t from the Runaways and was holding a gun. I opened the door, holding my gun behind my back.

                        “Who are you?” I asked suspiciously.

                        “Not important. Who are you?” he replied.

                        “Not important.” I said with a smirk. He cocked his gun at me. I pulled mine out and cocked it out as well.

                        “Do you know the Blood Bath?” he asked.


                        “Why’d they take you?”

                        “Something about-hey how’d you know that?”

                        “Nothing.” I saw him flick his hand subtly and suddenly the hand I had my gun in was pulled back and my gun was removed from me. Suddenly a rag was placed on my mouth and I passed out. For the second time. 

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