They dragged the girl through the woods, opting to not pick her up. Sticks would occasionally poke at her, but she didn't wake, only moaning quietly.

One man carried a bundle in his arms, a younger boy who also looked to be unconscious or scared into being quiet.

After sometime, they came across a yellowed, line paper that stuck to the tree. It flapped in the wind, drawing their attention. The man with the flashlight inspected it, grabbing it from the tree to look it over. He laughed, calling it stupid before crumbling it up and throwing it behind him.

"What was it?" The other man, the one carrying the child, looked at his partner with a frown.

"All it said was leave me alone. Probably some stupid kids." They shrugged it off, ignoring the sudden sensation of being watched.

They came across more pages, another stuck to a tree, while the last one they came across was stuck to the side of an abandoned truck. Each time, they laughed, leaving the page behind in a crumpled mess.

"Are we being followed?" A nervous sweat formed along his neck, but he had no hands available to wipe it clean.

"Nah, stop being paranoid." He tugged a bit on the tarp's corner, the thing he was using to drag the teenager around. "Let's just pick up the pace a bit. She'll wake at any moment."

"Then, just gas her again real quick." The man set down the child, his little head lolling off to the side. "It's about time for another dose anyway."

He grabbed the cloth from his pocket, carefully unravelling it from the safety pouch he stored it in. They waited a few minutes, letting it slip back in through her low and easy breaths.

It was during this time the wind began to pick up and a dead silence fell over the small group.

Turning to look, they both noticed a tall, slender thing standing just a few feet from them. One man grabbed the gun from behind his back, taking aim and making a poor shot. It might have counted if he had actually hit his intended target.

It moved forward, black tentacles forming out of its back, expressing his clear displeasure at the aggression. Its blank, white face split, showing a sharp row of teeth in a clear sadistic grin. A clear line of saliva had already pooled at the corner of its mouth, dripping down its chin.

In the course of the next few seconds, the thing grew even taller, it's nicely pressed suit tearing to bits as its form changed from that of a lanky creature to that of muscled giant, prepared to rip them to pieces.

Their screams laid on deaf ears to both kidnapees.

Its tentacles wiped at the blood that coated him, cleaning him up as his suit slowly reformed over his body. He returned to his lanky form and faced the children.

Gently, he removed the cloth from her face, throwing it away in disgust. The child by the tree was quickly stirring, leaving the creature very little time.

When the teenage girl woke, she found herself staring at a wooden fence. The wood looked rotten, ready to fall apart at any moment. Behind her was a red pick up truck and next to her, just a few feet away, laid a jumbled mess of blankets.

She took a moment to gather herself, taking in her surroundings once more, before standing. On the fence was stuck a weathered note on college ruled paper. It simply said run in capital letters and bolded in pencil.

She reached for it, as if on instinct. Her fingers grazed a corner of the page before she shook her head and turned away. The keys for the truck were in the ignition and it started up easily.

She took off, following the path that would hopefully lead back to the road.

It didn't expect anything from her. It didn't expect her to pick it up or to walk away. It was neither disappointed nor surprised by her decision. It simply turned away to fade into the dying shadows.