The ring of the doorbell announced the arrival of a dirty young woman as she walked into the shop. In her grubby hand, she held a five-dollar note which had been doctored with a piece of sticky tape.

She walked over to the counter and asked to buy a bottle of water and a small biscuit wrapped in plastic. The short girl stood there still as a statue, peering over the counter in fear, that if she touched something she would get yelled at because she was so dirty.

'That's four dollars and ninety-five cents' the cashier said as he looked down at her, he snatched the five-dollar note out of her hand in fear that the girl's dirtiness would somehow transfer to him.

In the corner of the neat pristine store was a man dressed all in black. His hood cast a black shadow across his eyes, his mouth set in a hard line.

Although the man in black seemed suspicious, he was as neat and proper as everything else in the store. He attentively watched the girl, his hand twitching around a white cup that was full of a dark steaming liquid.

The girl collected her order whilst peering over her shoulder now and then. She quickly walked out of the store without saying a word causing the bell to chime again in the now quiet shop.

The man in black took a slow deep sip out of his cup, placed it on the table and got out of his chair. He walked swiftly out the door, cracking his neck as he followed her.

The girl was already a few hundred meters in front of the man by the time he had left the store; she could hear the quiet footsteps behind her getting louder and louder.

Panic struck as she realized what was happening. Her heart started racing and flight mode kicked in. She ran as fast as she could, jumping over rubble and other obstacles that got in her way.

She looked behind her, he was gaining on her, and she was running out of energy. The bottle of water and biscuit that she had hungrily ingested as soon as no one was looking, wasn't enough to keep her going. Her legs started to stiffen up.

Coming up behind her he quickly wrapped his hand around her mouth with the grace of an assassin as he dragged her into a dark abandoned alleyway and pushed her up against the wall.

He leaned against the back of her body pinning her against the damp, mouldy bricks. Her breathing was fast, not only from the run but the anger that was now pulsing through her body. There had to be a way out, she thought as he leaned closer to her.

'You should have stayed in the pack, now you're theirs' His raspy voice whispered with confidence into her ear as his tongue licked her ear lobe. She tried to get away, pushing and thrashing her body away from the wall and into him, but he was too strong.

Laughing at her attempt to escape he stuck a long needle in her neck and injected her with a white fluid. She screamed and struggled as the liquid quickly filled her veins pulsing through her whole body.

She tried pushing away one last time, trying to get away from her attacker, but the drug had almost taken its full effect and her movements became sluggish and slow. He moved away from her, letting her fall to the ground with a loud thump.

He picked her up effortlessly and threw her over his shoulder, casually strutting to a van that had just pulled up. Two men wearing the same outfit as the mysterious man got out of the van and opened the back door, helping the first man place the girl into the back of the vehicle.

The girl's eyes started to flicker open, her mouth felt dry, and her head spun with a throbbing headache. A bright light flashed across her eyes making her blink heavily as she tried to focus her blurry eyesight.

'She's a great specimen' a voice said next to her. She flinched at the sound breaking the silence and tried to move her hands, but they were tied behind her back.

'Where am I?' she shouted in dismay trying to get her voice over the ringing in her head.

Other bounded, scared people looked around like they were also waiting for the confirmation of their impending demise. But the white-coated people looked at her with more fascination and ignored her completely like she was simply a cow being taken to a slaughterhouse.

This made her more frustrated, and her eyes stared around the train like an insane animal searching for a way out of a trap.

The curtains were open, out the window the blur of trees and houses that were falling apart flashed by. Sometimes they would pass a station that was torn up with graffiti all over its crumbling structure, but still in use.

The people standing on the platforms hid in the shadows as the train hurtled past them, blank faces unaware of the dismay and trouble happening right underneath their noses.

The girl was scared, but something inside of her was turning furious.

She thrashed where she was sitting on the floor, but no one paid her any attention. Slowly becoming more aware of all her senses, she took in the horror of her surroundings.

The carriage she was in was old and several people were sitting on the floor with their hands and legs tied in a simple cuff fashion around their ankles and wrists.

The victims in the carriage had a look of pure panic in their eyes and they did not dare to speak for fear that something bad would happen.

However, the grubby, dirty girl wasn't prepared to let these men in white coats jeopardize her search. Turning her body around so that she would be sitting on her knees with her back facing the wall, she waited.

After probing, jabbing, and writing notes in their books, the men in the white lab coats left the carriage to go to the next.

It was time. Not knowing how long the men would be gone, she quickly sprang into action, quietly untying her ankles behind her back. After she had undone the knot, she left the rope around her ankles and commenced on the tie around her wrists.

Nearly dislocating both of her thumbs and stifling a scream of pain, she struggled out of the rope, but it was too late.

The train came to a stop; the girl began to freak out. Grabbing a pen out of her pocket and snapping the plastic in half, she held it behind her back to make it seem that she was still tied.

The men in the white lab coats appeared in the room again, they each held a box of glass needles with the same white fluid she was first injected with.

All the victims in the carriage begin to freak out trying to fight the men as they injected them. However, the girl just simply sat there as still as possible, waiting for her turn.

'Sleepytime gorgeous', said the same man that had captured her, a white coat covering his black clothes.

Just as he lowered the needle to her neck she swiftly lashed out at his face with her broken pen, the jagged edge of the pen, and her brute force created a large slice down his nose and cheek. Blood poured from his wound as his hands reached to cover his face and he screamed in agony.

It all happened so fast that by the time the other men realized this small girl had attacked, she was already armed with a needle in her hand, ready to use it as a weapon in any way she could.

Her body was completely overcome by anger; all she knew was that she couldn't let them take her, she knew her fate if she was taken.

One of the men approached her slowly, he looked young, his face hard and cruel but his eyes soft and welcoming, like he was playing a part. She recognized him instantly.

Not taking any chances she threw herself at him stabbing him in the neck with the needle and injecting him with the white fluid. He looked at her with such shock that she halted for a second and then he fell to the floor.

She grabbed the now unconscious man's needle and filled the other one with air.

'Fucking try! I dare you! You dirty bastards will never take me; I'll drag your bodies to hell with me first!' She shouted with such anger her whole body shook.

Suddenly the air in the carriage started to become dense and cloudy, and the men multiplied by ten around her.

The last thing she saw before passing out was the man that captured her, as blood poured from his face wound, his face started to change into the resemblance of a rabid dog. She shook her head in confusion believing the drugs were playing tricks on her.

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