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Natasha had continued running at the agents assailing Westlyn until a spray of rubber projectiles slammed into her, welting her face and arms but barely preventing herself from falling down. She swore and clutched her face momentarily as she felt a tranquilizer dart zoom past her ear, turning to see it hit Dustin along with many others before he finally fell. She charged at the men picking him up off the ground, landing a punch to his jaw that nearly dislocated it and tried to attack another when she felt herself be dragged back by meaty hands. Mimic spun around, breaking the hold but a dart hit her in the neck and the world began to spin, the girl began running in a random direction but her legs were numb and like rubber. She fell to the ground, attempting to crawl for a few seconds before finding her limbs unresponsive. Nat was vaguely aware of herself being dragged off by humans into a vehicle of some kind before everything faded into black.

She didn't no how long she was out for but by the time she woke they had taken her to one of the MTD safe houses, a couple of guards were hauling her into a room. Natasha lashed out, trying to escape but she was still disorientated and they easily through her into the cell and laughed a little as they slammed the door. She ran to it and hit it with balled fists, "Let me out of here you fucking monsters!" She screamed through the door, tears forming in her eyes from fear and rage, "Why can't you just be kind and kill me now? It'd save us all the trouble..." She lamented, walking to the bed and sitting on it, clutching her head and staring at the wall. While the whatever device that had been placed near the room had given her back her sanity for however short a time it had also robbed her of her powers, one of the few options she had for escape. After a time she walked over to the window and tested the bars knowing how futile the attempt was but not willing to give up yet.
((EDIT: I fixed my post, sorry for any further confusion.))