Marcey
"Okay, don't drink any silver or blue drinks, and don't let anyone bite you. And-" Kyra was dragged away, leaving Marcey in the dark room. All she felt was the press of bodies against her, the heat of the room escalating with every beat. She held her breath, closing her eyes, trying to focus on something elsewhere. She could hear them growling in her ear, pulling her which way and that. Please make it stop please just make it stop. Someone grabbed her quickly, and Marcey turned around sharply, feeling a claw glide through the skin of her stomach. Marcey screamed out and bit her lip, trying to keep them from noticing her pain.
"Kyra!" She was practically crying out. She took two steps and turned around a girl who she thought to be Kyra. The girl growled and threw her drink on Marcey, the silver liquid seeping through her shirt and into her cut. Marcey winced with the sudden burning. "Kyra!" Guys were dancing on Marcey with every step she took, pushing her back against others and their bodies. Flash backs of her uncle rummaged through her mind, destroying any patience she had with this situation. She felt helpless, and terrified "Kyra, please I want to leave please! She stepped between a guy and Kyra, feeling him angrily push her away. She kicked him in the groin and grabbed kyra by the hand, running with her toward wherever she thought the door would be. I just kicked a wolf, he is gonna eat me, oh god I am dead! I literally am dead. The room started to spin. She stumbled over to the wall where she had previously came in from, falling to the ground. She could feel the anger of the room, the noise starting to make her mind throb. "Stop, please just don't-" Her sentence silenced, as she fell asleep on the ground. The music and light, all turning to darkness.