I weakly opened my eyes up, and I noticed I had been transferred to a different location. I gulped slowly, realizing my mouth was swollen and dry- I tried licking my lips for them to work properly. However, I was thirsty- dehydrated, and I couldn't make my lips feel normal and comfortable anymore. I noticed I was sprawled across the grass, surrounded by a large circle of pebbles and stones as if they were trying to do a bad job off enclosing me so I couldn't move. I lent against my elbow, scanning down my body, I suddenly gasped in horror and started to shake violently- noticing that fresh warm blood was rapidly dripping down my arm, and it looked almost like someone was spreading it around my arm- then I noticed it dripping in a silver tin bucket, I must have lost a pint of blood, to say the least. I gazed above me, realizing I was caved in underground, I started to panic. Some one coughed painfully, and it wasn't me. I glanced to my right, noticing a girl sat up right, leaning against the cold hard cobblestone cave. She was fairly tanned, dark brown eyes, she had a bit of a 'Chelsea Clinton' thing going on, and she was mixing her outfit up with various different types of jewelry. Her hair was a metallic black, and it ended up to her shoulders, and her hair was remarkably straight.
"Don't panic," She started faintly, placing a hand on my leg softly. "They won't hear you from here," She frowned, looking hopeless. She didn't have blood pouring or gushing out from her like I did. I scattered backwards, pushing myself upwards awkwardly up the wall- thinking that she could have been the one that took me away from Samantha's house. Then I remembered, Elizabeth's back-up, knocked me out.
"Where are we?" I asked, breathing nervously. I tried moving my arm around, but it felt completely numb and useless. The girl looked up at me, forcing a warm smile to me.
She sighed. "At a ritual," Her response was almost expressionless. She looked like as if she'd heard something sickening. I never really understood rituals.
"What?" I asked, sounding completely dumbfounded.
"Rick want's his hybrids done. You're the main key, and 'sacrifice', basically." She replied weakly and bluntly. I pulled in a deep breath, she waited for the news to sink in me.
"W-wait, you mean I have to die?"