"Keep her quiet." A voice said. I couldn't see anyone because I had a bag over my head.

"He's not going to let you get away with this." I laughed.

"Be quiet little girl."

I didn't say another word, I felt fear spike through my blood, my coursing in my veins, I knew he would come; I was his shiny toy, his last piece of the game that he would win. It didn't make any sense to summon death, maybe they didn't know, maybe this was a test. I didn't know nor did I care, it was their mistake not mine.

"Let's just kill her now, she can't fight back." A voice said

"Kill his prize toy, he'll kill all of us."

"Like he's not going to anyway." I laughed, earning a very hard kick in my ribs. I felt silence after that, I heard the soft creaking of wood and the chill that when up my spine when he was near. I know he would not be happy to find me this useless.

"Guys," I said with a sly smile. "Can you please take this bag off my head, I'm tired of wearing it, and while you're at it untie me, my arms are starting to hurt. Please, it's hurting me." I whined.

One of the men untied me and ripped the bag from my head, I was in what looked to be an old warehouse, and the room was getting unnaturally.

"You couldn't find a better spot." I laughed.

"Be quiet girl."

"Your not," I laughed, you're not going to kill me, and pain is my best friend, and I see no reason why I should be silence

He mumbled a response, that was too low to hear,

Fight back you weak human, before I kill you too. A voice said in my head. I signed, causing the man to turn to look at me, "this was a nice talk but I just got my orders."

I jumped up and release the ice that had filled my veins, Raw magic, that's what I had the rawest magic out there, I flung it at the man nearest to me, turning him into a living ice cube, the others started yelling orders, but it was already too late for them as I froze them all where they stood, I knew my ice would not last long, but the long effect for me to get the hell out of there.

Kill them, the voice laughed. Kill these foul weak people.

No, I thought back. Killing them will make me as bad as you.

Yet, little girl, you are as evil as me. The voice replied.

I don't have time for this, matter of fact I feel like I don't have any time!

The voice was quiet, I was not sure if it was good or bad.

I quickly race off out of the warehouse, wanting nothing else but to get farther from here, very far.

You can't run from death, little doll, you can't run from your master because I will find you again, and again, and again. The voice said.

Good luck, I snapped, still running, you'll be chasing me till you come to claim me.

We'll see about that doll, then the voice left as soon as it came.

I keep running till I got home, my window was still broken from where the people had broken in from, but I could easily get that fixed.

I flopped down and looked over the time, it was 4:55 am, now I need to go to work.