lost my way.

Part two.

Rewind: The meet.
June 16th, 3:54 pm, 2013.
Willow's P.O.V:

I'm so fücking scared right now. I'm shivering and there is a knife held up to my throat. I'm on the other side of Sparky Falls and for that I will get the death sentence.

I'm going to die.

"Are you a Scaper?" The deep evil voice spits at me like poison, his voice menacing and terrifying.
"Y-yes sir." I keep my face down to hide my tears.
"I didn't think they had good music taste." He says more calm. "What the hell are you doing up here?!" His voice becomes more firm as he asks the simple question I had no response to.

I honestly didn't know what to say, how to answer that and to not only a man, but a man from Team Riggs.

He is honestly, petrifying. The second I saw him, I was more scared then ever. But, also more intimidated.

His shaggy dark brown, almost black hair covering up his forehead. Half of it was tucked under a beanie that laid loosely on top of his head.
His eyebrows were just as black as his hair and a little uneven. His right one had a black ring earring pierced right through it.
His piercing, icy blue eyes that would get him anything he ever wanted with one stare.
His eyes, filled with so much emotion.
His small smirk, showing little creases in his forehead and around his smoothed out, full, plump lips. Which have two holes in the bottom for lip rings. Black studs.
He was taller than me. maybe 5'6, 5'7.

He was wearing black vans with a white trim around the shoes, black skinny jeans and a red hot chili peppers maroon colored t-shirt, the same one I had.
His smirk was still plastered on his face, and he breaks the silence with the clap of his hands.
"So it's Willow, I presume?" He ask's with a loud voice. My head snaps up at my name and I nod, still drenched, still freezing. I see the man disappear for a moment before coming back. I feel a towel around me, and I hear his music playing, he has a bed up here, which was weird. And a fridge, he must come up here often, paying his own electric and having a tv and speakers.
I wonder how he is related to leader Riggs. He looks older than me, maybe in his older teens. 18-20 is my guess.
Anyways, he sets me down on his bed and starts pacing the room, relaxed but angry, you could tell.
"You do understand it's a death sentence, coming up here, correct? Scaper's sister or not you're not supposed to be up here. How bad is the security over there?" I cross my arms.
"Just because I am 15 doesn't mean I'm gullible. You're on Team Riggs. I shouldn't even be speaking to you, nonetheless telling you about our security down there! Are you crazy?!" His deep dark laughter fills the room.
"No, I'm not... you're not as dumb as I thought you were, being you're a little blonde." I look up at him, angered by his words.
"Well, what are you doing up here? Don't you know it's death sentence?" I impersonate him, and his smirk dies down to a cold, lifeless face. He walks up to me, inches away from my face. His breath, minty smelling from the gum, his eyes are now a darker blue, as he stares at my light blue eyes with the gold strip around them, he starts to speak.
"I, am Chandler Riggs. And, I own this country. I do as I please."