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The man scared her alright, so she did everything he said. She didn’t know what to do in a situation like this; she didn’t know how to deal with it. Every time she almost attempted something, she remembered the man’s threats. “Everything will be fine, everything will be fine. He’ll let his guard down and you’ll be free,” she kept mumbling to herself. But her mind was denying it was saying that she would never have the guts to do something, much less escape. The entire time she was internally debating with herself, the man had arrived to his destination. She didn’t remember much after that than being put into a room of some sort. It had nothing but a small blanket and pillow in the corner of the room and one door leading out. “This isn’t good, this isn’t good at all. I don’t know how to deal with this!” She sat on the floor curled into her little ball of protection. Maybe she did something bad, and she didn’t even know what it was. But she had the feeling that she would never come out again, that she would never see her parents again.
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He entered his house and saw his sister run up and hug him, that is when he smiled, his sister was a blond haired girl of eight years and always happy. He played with her and did his math and english homework before he had to leave for karate class. That went by fast for him everything seemed to easy there he was already well on his way to become a black belt. His mom picked him up afterwards and drove him to cram school without speaking to him, that was fine by him they didn't get along much after the fire and divorce.
She dropped him off and sped off. He sighed and walked inside not paying attention at all in the class, he didn't care about school or grades, he got good enough grades he thought.
Afterwards he called his mom to pick him up, to which she promptly told him he would have to walk. He sighed and closed his cell phone and headed off.
He looked at the darken streets and sighed, "...great..." he muttered as he walked forward, he glanced behind him and could have sworn a man was following him, he shrugged thinking he was just being paranoid. After awhile he glanced back and saw that indeed he was following him! He frowned and went into an alleyway hardly used the man followed him in. Erick growled and threw a punch at the man, his oppenent grabbed his fist and pushed it to the side, Erick lashed out with a low kick but he kicked something metal wher his leg should be. The man grinned and punched at him Erick dodged and soon a fight was ensuing. Erick actually landed a few blows on him feeling the blood on his hands, but the man delivered the final blow to the back of the head knocking him out.
Erick soon woke up in the back of the car and stifled a moan as his head spun. He opened the door of the car as the car slowed down and he leapt out at a run. The man caught up to him and chloroformed him soon tying him up.
Erick woke up to water dripping on his face and moaned as he noticed he was in a dark room with no windows and his cell phone was gone. "...damn it where am I?" he asked himself and leanded his head against the cold damp concrete wall.
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When they arrived at their destination the other girl was the first to go, being dragged from the car. Leaving Kitty to think, the man untied her legs so that she could walk, while he led her to a small room. Before he could get there she kicked him hard in the leg, making his knee buckle and allowing her to run, she passed a few doors, where the curious faces of children peeked out of a few windows. The man followed her, grabbing onto her before she could reach the exit and pulling her back by her hair, she angrily turned, using her teeth and biting down hard on his hand. He cursed, hitting the small girl and making her mouth bleed. She spit out some of the blood, but followed him, exhausted from just that struggle.
She was placed in a room, with only a dingy pillow and a small blanket. She growled angrily, going to the locked door, banging angrily on it with her fists until they bled. She would not be subdued so easily.
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John was nearly finished for the day, two in one day was a good record, even if one of those two was a fighter. He would break her eventually, and if he didn't, well, then the girl would just die. He had no use for the rebellious ones like her, but if she proved to be a worthy soldier then maybe she would. Walking briskly towards the door of another room he walked in, the control room let him broadcast messaged over an inter com, hooked up to every room in the building. "We have two new soldiers joining us today" He informed the others, and the kids that were training stopped suddenly. He could see them through the security cameras and he nodded as they saluted the camera and went back to working out or training. He had all of these kids in the palm of his hand, and they didn't even know what he was planning.
It was darker out when he had gone out again to get another kid, this time he was after a boy, who was walking along the streets. He was a fighter as well, but no match for him. it was easy to get him to the base without much trouble. He broadcasting the news over the inter com that he had a new soldiar.
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Left...right...spin...round again...and... "Hiyah!", she yelled as she finished off with a powerful kick that knocked the punchbag off it's stand and into the wall, where it created a large dent, although strictly speaking, it only just deepend one of the other dents in that wall...
"Dammit...there's another one gone...", she said, panting, noticing that there was some sand leaking out of the piece of equipment, which meant that she would have to either get it repaired (again), or ask her parents to get a new one, which if that actually happened, she would don a frilly dress and kiss a boy. In other words, the chances of her new punchbag coming from her parents was less than Zero.
She groaned as she stretched, she had probably gone too far tonight, and she would be in for a world of pain tomorrow, but that didn't matter...sleep mattered now...she went for a quick shower and put on her sleep wear, which consisted of a loose tank top and shorts, and she climbed into bed, said sleeping area feeling like her best friend right now...
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She awoke with a start, it was darker than she had thought it was, and she was...moving? She tried to move, but found that her hands and feet were tied, and she was lying in such a way that it would be impossible to move anyway. She kicked out with both feet and hit something solid, something alive, if the steady stream of curses were anything to go by. She kicked out again, and the vehicle stopped and the back door opened.
Damn that is one ugly dude..., she thought as she readied herself for another hit, but the man grabbed her legs, holding them still, and his other hand covered her mouth, so she couldn't scream, as he pulled something out of his pocket...
"This oughta shut you up, you violent little b**ch...I like that, but only when I tell you to...", Beck felt a sharp pain in her arm as she saw what it was that the man was holding: a syringe, more worryingly, an empty syringe. She tried to fight the effects of what ever he had put into her, but whatever it was had paralysed her, which scared her. She wasn't used to her body not obeying her, but the more she fought, the faster the drug worked, due to her rapidly increasing heart rate...She realised this too late, as she felt the drug completly take over her system, pushing her under...
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"Let me out you son of a---" The door swung open just as Kitty was about to scream loudly. A grin rose on her face as she walked out, "There Thats much better" She stated smugly, nearly running into another kid. "Watch where your going idiot" She cursed, about to throw a punch at the boy. Instead he caught her arm and twisted, causing her to yelp loudly. He latched something onto her neck just as she stood and she angrily tried to remove the collar like thing. "Follow us to the training room." He spoke emotionlessly, grabbing her upper arm and trying to lead her that way. Instead she kicked him, angrily twisting away, "Do Not touch me!" She shouted, "Im leaving" She stated, walking back to the way she had gone before. Sharp pain attacked her neck, causing her to go wide eyed and fall to the ground, body spasming with the shock waves current. She whimpered as it stopped and she stood, rubbing at her neck in pain, her teeth and head hurting from the sudden shock.
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After she had sufficiently recovered, she looked around the room, not that there was much to look at. She could feel something round her neck, and she brought her hands up to find out what it was: a collar of some kind?
Alright...dunno what your game is, mate, but collars are for pets, and I ain't no one's pet..., she thought, trying to yank the stupid pice of metal off her neck, only succeeding in giving herself a painful shock, leaving her twitching on the floor...
"Right...electric dog-collars...this guy some kinda pimp or something?", she muttered to herself as she got majority of her motor functions back, which allowed her to stand and go to the door, which she had noticed was now open. She peeked out to find a fight taking place, well not a fight, a beatdown was more like it, since the boy who looked like he was the youngest of the three was obviously winning, with one of the 'victims' now on the ground,nursing what was obviously a broken arm. Not wanting to jump into this one for once, she stayed at the door, promising herself to only intervene if it looked like the boy needed help...
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John saw one of the girls come onto the screen, he noted her to be the one that had bit him earlier. He nodded his head, clicking the intercom button. "Good job Noah." he said though instead the intercom was switched to personal. Noah was one of the older kids that was more brain washed then the others, and he was also one of the drill instructors there that taught the other kids, and helped brain wash him. There were only two other soldiers like him with the ear pieces that hooked to the intercom. The boy turned, saluting the camera then moving away from the girl. He clicked another button, watching as one of the other two trusted soldiers, a female called Senna, appeared in the room, moving towards the rebellious girl.
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"Hey...some fight kid...I'm impressed, which is a high honour from me...Name's Rebecca Williams, but call me Beck...The Hell is this place anyway?", she wondered out loud, not really expecting an answer from the other boy, it was unlikely that the brunette would know anyway...
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Kitty looked at the girl, "Do ten push ups." Senna stated, crossing her arms and tilting her head, her blonde hair done up in a tight bun on her head. Kitty did so, confused as to why, if this was some sort of test then she would have to show the girl what she was capable of. "Alright, so your not one of them weak little girls we normally get" Senna said with a smile, "Ill cut you some slack, just because I know your pretty strong. Complete this list of excersice, then find me, ill be over by the advanced kids." she said a bit kindly, a deceptive smile on her face. Confusedly, Kitty began to do the excersises, formulating a plan in her head, if she could get this collar off, she could get to the entrance and run, and then maybe she wouldn't be trapped in god knows where.
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He heard footsteps and saw a boy come in, hearing his words he glared at him, he was untrustworthy of people to begin with but even more so in this situation. "your boss knocks me out, takes me from my town drugging me, locks me in a cell, sends some people who attack me first one having a collar in their hand and you expect me to believe that you guys mean us 'no harm' that there is no need for anyone to get hurt?" he shook his head, "your actions prove otherwise..." he said not moving from he spot, though he obviously was ready for a fight, but to be honest he didn't know if he could win another battle.
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"I would worry more about you gettin hurt...I'm sure your boss knows by now how hard I can hit. Way I see it, he brought us all here for a reason: cos we can fight, but let me tell you something...", she said, speaking directly to the camera above her, "...I fight for me, and those I choose to defend, I'm not becoming your b**ch, no matter how many times you shock me with this stupid collar, you got that? Or d'ya want me to track you down and tell you to your face? Cos I will, make no mistake about that..."
Yeah, I'm probably in deep for that, but I had to get my point across...
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Kitty looked up suddenly as she finished the excersises, feeling a burning feeling in her arms and legs. She saw another girl come in, and start to kick and punch at the soldier boy. Kitty jogged over, seeing Senna also heading that way. The boy seemed angry as he jumped up and tried to attack the girl who had attacked him. Kitty jumped foreward, grabbing the boys arm and forcing it behind his back. She felt him use his other hand to grab the back of her shirt and flipped her over, knocking the air out of her. Kitty jumped up suddenly, anger surging through her as she ducked away from his fist and sent a kick straight to his knee, making it buckle just a bit, he lunged at her grabbing her arms, giving her enough momentum to bring her knee up and into his gut, causing him to double over. Kitty coughed a bit, wiping at her reopened cut on her mouth. Senna stepped between them suddenly, "ENOUGH!" She shouted, making the boy stopped. "Back to your duties!" She commanded them turned to Kitty and the other girl. "You two as well. Here, im busy and since im sure your not that incompetent im sure you can tell her what to do" Senna said, handing Kitty a second list.
As soon as Senna walked away Kitty turned to the girl, "hey calm down, its not so bad. Besides," She leaned in to whisper to the girl, "I have a plan." She stated then pulled away. "Im Katerinia Slashman, you can call me Kitty Slash" She said with a smirk.
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Suddenly she couldn't move her left leg, despite how much she tugged and kicked...was...was one of her legs chained? What in the name of hell was going on? Think. She had to think, to calm down. She took big gulping breathes as she tried to calm down, her body shaking. What could she remember last? The concert.
She had been at a local concert, nothing too big, maybe a hundred people or so. It had been outside and public. Alice remembered dancing, something she enjoyed doing to let loose, and rocking out in general. What else had she done? She had gotten thirsty, so very thirsty. And she had a soda...Wait...she didn't bring a soda with her...who had given her the soda? Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to think...it was a man...an older man...she couldn't remember much about his face...aside from his eyes. His eyes were cold...scary even now that she thought about it. After she had finished the soda she had started to feel very funny, dizzy. Everything started to blurr togethere until she fell to the ground and passedout.
So she was drugged then, kidnapped. S**t. She let out a snarl of anger, and tried to break free of her chains. “WHERE ARE YOU YOU SON OF A B**CH?!” She screamed out, her voice echoing in the dark room. She was angry, but even more so she was scared. She was in a dark room, and unable to move. All that she needed was for her eyes to adjust and tell her that it was a small space. Great. That was just f-ing perfect. All it needed was dogs and her fears would all be there. As she struggled against her chains she could feel her chocker with the metal heart pound against her skin, she wanted out...now. “SOME ONE LET ME OUT OF HERE!” She just hoped someone was near by, someone that could open the door and let her out.
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No way. I've seen far too many movies to know that something like this always ends badly...never trust a guy who's involved before you are...9 out of 10 they turn out to be traitors... She would play along for now...but as for trusting this kid? Yeah, not happening...
She looked at the camera again, but not making it obvious, then turned her gaze back to Erick, who was talking to the guard, his voice low, but Beck still heard his plan: make it look good. If the kid looked like he was having trouble taking them to wherever, then it would look better than if they went along quietly. Good plan, kid..., she hought as she readied herself for a fight, whether it was fake or not, she still didn't want to look like she was holding back...
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