It's a day early but I finished and Ashton's napping so thought I'd upload...enjoy

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Prologue

Clover's POV

The warm air hit me as I stepped outside, the bright light stinging my eyes for a brief moment. I hadn't been outside in months. Filthy metal handcuffs cut into my wrists as the police officer pushed me towards the van.

I was being transferred to high-security psychiatric hospital. After being assessed for weeks on end it was decided that I have a personality disorder. I tried to explain that my mental health was absolutely not an issue but they all seem incapable of understanding even the simplest things. I told them very clearly why I did all of those things but they just didn't get it. Apparently we weren't to take the law into our own hands. That was the issue though, the law, it let those people parade around ruining other's lives and dirtying the world. I wouldn't have to act if they'd done something about it.

Every single one of them was incredibly frustrating and close minded. Not that it mattered though, I always knew that no one would see the good in what I do, that someone needed to take control of a situation that was already completely out of hand.

"Move it along," the officer growled. Rudely, he hadn't offered his name.

I was forced into the back of the police van like a dirty criminal and chained to the metal bench. To each side of me there was an officer. The one to my left wiped his nose on the back of his hand, making bile rise in my throat. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I concentrated on the girl's beautiful faces to calm myself.

This was going to be torturous, just like the pervious place, daily therapy sessions and the constant offer of many medications. I hated every single second of being there. What I hated most was being treated like I was insane. If they were looking for insane they should look a little closer to home, the ridiculous laws and justice system were a joke. I was doing something about it; I should be praised not sectioned.

"How long until we arrive?" I asked the plump, balding officer sitting beside me. Instead of answering like any normal human, he mumbled something about remaining silent and leant back against the seat lazily. I was surprised he managed prise himself out of his bed this morning.

Just as I was about to try asking the other officer and seeing if he was slightly more polite, the van swerved to the right, almost throwing me from the seat. I gripped hold of the seat as I was jerked forwards. My heart was pounding in my chest. What was going on? With a loud bang, darkness consumed me.

I groaned, blinking hard, my vision started to focus again. Ignoring the intense pounding in my head, I pushed myself up so I was sitting. The balding officer was now laying face down, either unconscious or dead. The other man was definitely dead, his body was completely still, his eyes open but rolled to the back of his head slightly.

The handcuffs still firmly held me to the bench, making it impossible to break free. I could waste minutes, hours, trying to pull my hands out of handcuffs, but I know from personal experience that it wasn't going to happen.

I had two choices. Wait here until we were found, and I would be escorted to the Unit. Or, find a way to get out, and get my flowers back. To me, the choice was easy, I needed my girls.

My head was pounding and pain was shooting up my shoulder, I could barely move my arm, it was definitely dislocated. The key to unlock the handcuffs would be on the chain of the officer lying just a few feet away from me. I hissed through my teeth as I reached out towards his pocket, the pain in my arm almost too much.

My fingers lightly brushed the metal of his key chain. I groaned loudly and stretched a little further, I gained a little distance and could grip the closest key with my finger tips but it slipped through my fingers as I tried to pull.

Slamming my fist into the floor in frustration, I pushed my legs into the side of the van, freely screaming out in pain. No one was around to hear my outburst anyway, and I'm sure under the circumstance mother would forgive it.

Finally, I managed to get a firm grip of the keys and pull the chain towards me. My whole body was throbbing in pain and I already felt exhausted, but I knew I had to get out of this van soon. There were too many keys on the chain to count but I started with the smallest, most likely, ones.

Fumbling with the many keys, I tried each one in the lock. My frustration grew until finally the handcuffs sprung open, freeing my tender wrists. I pushed myself up and stumbled towards the door at the back of the van. This was going to hurt but it was necessary. I grabbed the top of my arm and jerked my shoulder forwards, shouting out in pain as it popped back into the socket with a loud crack. I took a few deep breaths through the intense pain.

Suddenly, something grabbed my ankle as I reached for the handle. The large, rude officer was gripping hold of me, his face determined; he wasn't going to let me go. Before I had time to react he was on his feet, standing just inches away. We stared at each other; understanding passing between us, neither of us were going to back down.

"I'll die before I let scum like you walk the streets," he growled, looking at me in disgust. At least I had some self control and wasn't plagued with excess fat. How could someone care so little about their health and appearance? She always taught me to look after your body, it's a shame his mother didn't do the same.

'Kill him, Colin'. Her voice gave me strength, purpose, and helped me to see things clearly. Her voice made me remember who I was, and the reason we did this. 'Kill him, Colin'.

Without hesitation, I gripped my hand in what was left of his straggly blonde hair and slammed his head against the wall with such force the van swayed a little. He stumbled backwards, shooting his arms out to steady himself. His looked around dazed, his eyes clearly unfocused as he scanned the area for me. I took the opportunity, grabbed the handcuffs from the floor and with as much force as I could muster, whipped them across his face.

He held his face, gagging as his body slumped to the floor. There was a large laceration stretching from his forehead across to his bottom lip. Stepping over him, I struck his head a further three times. He was dead on the second hit but if she taught me anything, it was to never assume. Always go that extra mile to make sure you've completed the job effectively.

Blood was splattered up the wall and across the floor. The panic from the smell and invisible germs, that I knew where there, was threatening to consume me. I forced my mind to focus on the most important thing right now, escaping.

The back doors were bent inwards and slightly twisted from the crash. As I thought, the door handle wouldn't work and I couldn't push the doors open. 'Weak'. I punched the wall in frustration. I was not weak. She may have been the strongest of us but since she died I'd stepped up. I was strong and determined.

I laid down on my back and with every ouch of strength inside me I repeatedly kicked at the door. Gritting my teeth through the pain, I continued my assault on the doors.

Finally after the seventh blow, the door swung open. I sighed in relief and wiped the disgusting sweat from my forehead. The thought of not being able to take a shower in the near future made me feel sick. I needed to be clean but the girls needed me more.

As soon as I was out of the van I scanned the area. The narrow country road was completely deserted. There wasn't another vehicle around so I knew we didn't collide with anyone else, the driver must have lost control.

I took a deep breath and walked to the front of the vehicle. The driver groaned quietly. Sighing in frustration, I grabbed a jagged piece of glass from the floor, pulled the door open and stabbed it into his gut. The glass slid into him like a knife through butter. He slumped against the steering wheel, bright red bloody mixed with saliva trickled from his mouth. I knew he was dead instantly, there was absolutely no sign of life. The glass must have punctured too many major organs and blood vessels for there to even be a chance of his survival.

There were a few small cuts on the palm of my hand from the glass. I applied light pressure to the shallow wounds. My head was still pounding but it wasn't too bad, I could see properly again.

'Good boy'. I felt proud of myself when I'd done something she would be proud of. Her love and praise was incredibly important to me. We shared something that I knew I would never have with anyone else, not even with Rose.

I pressed my hands together tightly, trying to stem the light bleeding. As much as I wanted to, I didn't have time to search through the vehicle for something to clean myself with. It wouldn't be long before it was discovered that I was missing. I didn't know how much of a head start I would get.

It worried me to think how scared the girls must be without me looking after them. No one would be looking after them. Lily had her 'family' but they were useless and couldn't protect her. Do they think I don't care about them anymore? I'm sure they understand that I didn't want us to be apart, that I couldn't control leaving them.

Soon it would all be over though. We would be back together and I would make sure they knew I wouldn't let us be separated ever again. I'll make it up to them with large bouquets of flowers and new clothes. They loved getting new clothes.

I was exhausted, my who body was screaming in pain, but walking along the road I couldn't help but smile. Once again, I'd outsmarted the authorities, and I was one step closer to being reunited with my family. I couldn't wait to see them again, especially my Rose.

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:O He's escaped...but you already knew that!

The chapters will be longer, I just wanted the escape in the prologue! Threw in a couple little murders to start things off :D

Thanks to KillingLove for the title of the story!!

The cover was made by xerocide...creepily amazing!! :D

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I'll upload as soon as I can but my fiance is off work now until Jan 3rd, and my birthday is on the 5th so I'll be pretty busy!

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