Chapter 1.

Escape. That's all I wanted-all I ever wanted my whole life. The silver spoon of freedom was just at my tired lips, but not quite in my mouth. My lungs burned and my heart thumped against my ribs, but I didn't care. I would do anything for freedom. All of the sudden, I felt it. I could tell someone shot me. Though the pain was horrible, I didn't scream or cry. If I did, I would be caught and he was going to win. I simply couldn't let that happen to me- not again. I looked down at my wounded arm and saw the blood. There was so much blood. I bit my lip and continued to run through the darkening horizon, all the while holding back my bitter tears.

The sun began to peek above the horizon as I trudged to freedom. I soon discovered my wound was worse than I first thought. It was quite deep, which worried me horribly. To stop the bleeding, I tied a part of my shirt around it, as I've seen someone else do it before. I kept reminding myself that the pain was nothing compared to the wonderful feeling of being able to do whatever I wanted, when I wanted it. I forced myself to push on. I couldn't get caught…unless I wanted to become like some of the others. I was a normal child. Just like them. I was kidnapped when I was playing happily by myself one day in my backyard. I heard faint footsteps. I didn't pay attention to them, and I continued to happily play in the dirt. The footsteps came closer and I turned around to see who it was. A man looked down at me with a grotesque smile. He dressed like a normal adult and he had brown hair. The worst part about him was his eyes; they seemed to look deep into your soul and hate every part of it.

I could tell by the man's appearance he wasn't a good man, but I didn't know how to react to him standing there, in my yard. He chuckled, and I knew I was in trouble.

"Why don't you come home with me?" He hissed.

I slowly stood up with a rock hidden in my left hand. He smiled playfully at me. What was he going to do to me? Fear built up inside my chest, a scream erupting from my throat as I threw the rock as hard as I possibly could at the stranger. I missed.

He stared down at me and chuckled," Y'know…I hate fighters… they're so troublesome." He covered my face with a cloth; I struggled against his grasp, but it was no use. My eyelids slipped shut and the world turned black.

I woke up on a cold metal table. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach as I saw a line of medical tools lined up on a small tray beside the table.

"Oh, so you're awake," the horrid man announced.

"What….are you-" the man cut me off.

" Relax, kid. I'm just making sure you were worth the trouble of abducting you," he replied coldly.

My head dropped down to my chest and I whispered, "Will I ever see my family again?".

He glanced at me with his heartless brown eyes and replied," No. If I were you…I'd keep my pretty little mouth shut." I whimpered quietly.

"Let's begin, shall we?" the doctor asked jokingly. He placed a mask over my mouth and nose, so I had no choice but to breathe in the strangely sweet smelling fumes. I screamed and cried. I didn't want him to hurt me, so I struggled against my restraints. The stranger grew visibly angrier.

"Shut up!" he yelled as he slapped me in my face, so hard I felt dizzy. I whimpered and sobbed softly. I had a dream. Was it a dream if it was unpleasant? No, that qualifies it as a nightmare, then. I was at a birthday party with all my best friends, including my parents. We were having so much fun. This was short-lived, because everyone, except myself, was fading away. I reached out to them, desperate to save them. When they were gone, I was alone, but not at a birthday party. Plain, white walls surrounded me. My nightmare ended when the doctor was finished.

"You have a special body, girl… You don't know how long I've been looking for a little lady like you. To find a girl as lovely as you is a rare find," the sick man stated happily.

"Well, I guess my other children caught on that there is a new child in the family. How about I introduce you?" he added.

"…Do I have much of a choice?" I stammered.

"No, not really. I would suggest you acted more kindly to the man who could end your life in such a terrible way, sweetheart," he replied in disgust