Hi guys. It's me again. Gabby, just in case you were wondering. So, it was the end of the school day, after I had given Leonard my number, and I went to the student parking lot. I went to my usual parking lot spot when I realized that my car wasn't there. I started panicking and freaking out, but then I realized that my car had been crunched in the battle between Helix Double and Knifeslinger. 

    It looked like I had to walk to the nearest bus stop, since all of the usual school busses left. Great. I pulled out my phone, and looked up what the nearest bus stop was, where it was, and where it went. The nearest bus stop that went to a place relatively near my house was about a few miles away. Great. Looks like I had a nice walk ahead of me. Now I could tell you that walking through the city alone is very dangerous. But I am pretty sure you already know that. So let me tell you what is about to happen to me next isn't for the young people so I'll separate this section from the rest.

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    I was walking through a shady part of town. It was still sunny out, but I was in the shadows of the buildings, and honestly, it was pretty scary.

    "Hello pretty lady," a gruff male voice said near me.

    "Have you come to play?" another male voice said.

    "Nice and young," a third male voice said.

    "Why don't you take off your shirt pretty lady?" the first male said, coming out of the shadows.

    "Nice young breasts, nice and succulent," the third male said, coming from behind me and grabbing my breasts.

    "Get off of me!" I screamed, pushing him.

    "Feisty little one," the second male said, pinning me down. I squirmed and kicked, trying to get free.

    "Stop moving you little slut," the third male said, and smacked me hard upside the head. I felt dizzy. I nearly fainted and fell on the ground. The men tore off my clothes. Touched and felt me all over. Violated me. It felt like worms were crawling over me. I felt dirty, unclean.

    "Are you a virgin little lady? It's pretty tight down here," the first male said, inserting a finger in my... well you know what.

    "Oh we can change that, can't we?" the second said.

    "Yes we can. Oh I haven't had fresh meat like this in a while. All those prostitutes get wore out after a while," the first said.

    "Please... stop..." I said weakly, trying to sit up.

    "No thank you," one of the males said, and smacked me really hard against the head again. It was blurry again, and nothing made any sense. I cried to myself. Why me? Why is this happening? All I wanted was to get away. All I could do was black out. Please, let me sleep, let me wake up from this nightmare. I was flashing in and out of consciousness, I didn't know what was real and what wasn't.

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    "What was that?" BLACK.

    "Watch out...!" BLACK.

    "He's over there!" BLACK.

    "Where did George go? Where the hell did George go!?!" BLACK.

    "AHHHH!"

    "RUN! GET OUT OF HERE!"

    "God damn it where did you two go? Who the hell are you?"

    I kept on blacking out. Then there was silence. Is this what death was like? Peaceful darkness? I felt someone pick me up.

    "It's going to be okay," a fourth male voice said. I felt like I heard the voice before.

    "Dad? Uncle Jeff? Cousin Ned?" I mumbled out.

    "None of the above. Try not to talk. You have some head trauma. One of those guys had a large ring they hit you with. Try not to move," he said. I started to cry.

    "Please don't cry. Your safe. You can put all this behind you. They can't harm you anymore," he said. He then walked with me quietly.

    "Please... don't... stop... talking..." I whispered.

    "Okay... umm... Look, I am going to take you to some friends of mine. They are all a bunch of nice good ol' youngyins. You have Asher, Benson, Callum, Elliot, Henry, Jace, Magnus, and Orion on the male side. Asher loves dinosaurs, Benson is in his pre-teen years and is into girls, Callum is a wee babe, Elliot likes the stars, Henry is into comics, Jace likes sports, Magnus likes poetry, and Orion... well, I don't know him that well. He doesn't speak much. On the girl side you have Demi, Faith, Gianna, Izzie, Kya, Lola, Nat, and Paige. Demi likes porcelain dolls, Faith is a fashionista, Gianna is a little African girl that likes to dance her native dances, Izzie likes Twilight, Kya is into sports also, Lola is a baby also, Nat likes Benson but is extremely shy, and Paige is our typical goth child," the guy said.

    "Wow... that's... cool..." I whispered. I finally blacked out.

    "Hey lady! Hey lady! Wake up! Wake up!" I heard a little girl's voice said. I yawned and sat up, but my eyes were still blurred. I could tell that I was surrounded by many young people's faces.

    "She is very pretty," a young teen voice said.

    "She is like my dolls! Perfect!" another young girl's voice said.

    "Leave the poor girl alone, come, I brought food for all of you," my rescuer's voice said.

    "Thank you, sir," they all said in unison. My eyes cleared up, and I could see all the faces. I then looked around at the room. It was a decent sized room, with sixteen beds. It wasn't cluttered, but it wasn't clean either. There was a very elderly lady in the corner, but her eyes were glossy.

    "What is wrong with her?" I asked.

   "Miss. Elder? She is blind. We don't know her real name, but she is old, so we call her Elder," a goth-like girl said. That was... Paige, if I remembered correctly.

    "She takes care of us to the best of her ability, but she can't work, so he helps," a little boy said, pointing to a guy hiding in the shadows.

    "Thank you kind sir," I said to him, trying to see his face.

    "Stay as long as you need. I brought them food. Stay, eat. I hailed a cab. He will wait as long as you need him to, and he will take you wherever you need to go. Free of charge. I must leave now," the shadowed dude said, and disappeared in the shadows.

    "What is his name?" I asked the children.

    "We don't know him. He brought most of us here. Took us off the dangerous streets. Took us away from abusive parents or druggies," Paige said.

    "I told you guys already, he is Bruce Wayne! He brings us food every few days when we need it. That takes money! And he hides in the shadows! Batman does those things, making him Bruce Wayne!" a boy said.

    "Batman is only in the comics, Harry," one of the children said.

    "Whoever he is, we are alive because of him," Paige said.

    "Now now children, let the Golem be. He is a solemn creature that mystery we must not solve. He does what he does, and we must not question," Miss. Elder said in an old frail voice.

    "Golem?" I asked.

    "Have you not heard the legends of a golem?" Miss. Elder asked.

    "No..." I said.

    "Well you must learn. Sit down children," she said, and the children all obediently sat down.

    "Tell us please," the children said.

    "Golems are huge, human-like monsters made of clay, stone or wood. They were formed of these substances and then brought to life by a single word. The word "emeth" was either etched on the creature's forehead or on a stone tablet which was then placed in the monster's mouth. People would bring them to life as slaves to human kind. The problem was that they grew constantly. Unfortunately, these mythical creatures would continually grow in size and eventually become too strong for their masters to control. As they grew, they would observe and learn about life watching the people around them. They would often become angry and envy the humans they observed for having emotions they themselves could not possess. Our golem was given the word "hail" on his tablet, meaning life, and "emeth" on his forehead. He saw that emotions meant something to humans, and he didn't envy them. So he didn't grow, but became smaller, becoming more human. But evil struck, and erased the "e" in "emeth" and changed it to the Hebrew word for death. This would kill any normal Golem, but he lived with the word of "hail" in his tablet. He knew that he must fight for the weak and kill the strong, and became our protector," Miss. Elder said, and with that, fell asleep.

    "What? I don't fully understand... what does she mean?" I said, more to myself than to the children.

    "No-one knows. She tells that story along with others similar to that all the time, or at least all the time we ask about the shadow man. He always hides his face, but he is kind. He has gentle eyes, and cares a lot about us kids," Paige said. I decided to drop the subject. The oldest kids then pulled out a table, and set up a meal for all of them.

    "Will you dine with us miss?" a little girl said.

    "Of course I will," I said. She smiled and grabbed my hand, and sat me down beside her. The dinner was pizza, so of course everyone was chowing down, laughing, telling stories. It was pretty nice. I stayed for quite a while, and I even tucked some of the kids in. I felt like a mother, and my heart yearned for these kids. They relied on this shadow man, who I wasn't sure if he was a good or bad guy. The government forgot about them, and all they have is each other. They all were very unfortunate to end up in this orphanage. I went outside, and like the guy said, there was a cab there, waiting.

    "I am sorry to keep you waiting sir," I said, opening the door, and getting in.

    "Where do you wish to go?" He asked, quickly and to the point.

    "Home," I said, then told him the address of my house. He then nodded, started the engine, and started driving. It was a rather nice cab, but I must have been at that orphanage for a while, because it was now dark out.

    "Do you know the name of my rescuer?" I asked the driver.

    "No. I don't discuss a client's information," he said.

    "Okay... do you have some sort of debt towards him?" I asked.

    "Yes I do. He got me out of a bad place. I was convicted of a crime I didn't commit; he broke me out. Are you happy now?" the driver said. I could tell that he didn't like me that much.

    "Oh... Sorry for asking," I said, and sat quietly. So I was in the car with a felon, and I was saved by a dude who committed a crime by saving a felon. What in God's name have I gotten myself into? I hoped that this car ride would end quickly so I could get a nice warm bath, go to bed, and forget that this all happened. But I doubted that that would happen. I got home, and not a single person asked where I was or how I was. Of course, me coming home late was something I did normally, but I wished someone, just one single person, would ask what was wrong, or how I was doing. I wanted to break down, I wanted to cry, and I wanted to die. I got in the tub, and turned the water as hot as it would go. It hurt, so so so much, but I wanted the pain. I urged the water to cleanse me of the horrific deed those men did, clean the bruises right off, clean my brain of the horror. But it wouldn't leave me. I sat down in the tub and cried, and cursed at the world. Why did this have to happen to me? Why? Finally, after ten or fifteen minutes, I finished washing myself, and got out of the tub. My skin was red and raw, part from the intense heat of my bath water, and part from the five minutes I spent scrubbing my entire body raw with the washcloth. I then dried off, brushed my teeth for good measure, then went to my bedroom. I then dressed in my pajama's, said a quick prayer to God to forgive me for whatever sin I did, then lied down and fell asleep.