Note: Edited by Zia Westerman 7/4/2017

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Planet: Earth

Location: Ruined city (name unknown)

Five men stood at the entrance of the carpark, they were wearing some type of masks with their weapons pointed at us.

"How do you know—"

"Who you are?" one of them spoke, cutting Mick off mid-sentence. With a smirk and eyes narrowed, he said, "That's easy, you came from the north."

"Which is where Camp Jameson is located," another one said taking a step forward.

James pulled me behind him saying to me, "Run, Jewels ..." Before I had the chance to question James, he pointed his rifle at one of their heads and pulled the trigger.

A gunshot echoed throughout the carpark, one of the men dropped to the ground, red liquid ran from his head creating a puddle around his body.

James and Mick fired more shots which caused my ears to erupt with a buzzing noise. I could not hear anything only see James and Mick running towards the remaining men.

"R-n Je-els!" I watched James's mouth move but I could not understand him. "RUN!"

That time I understood, and with my legs moving, I quickly ran deeper into the carpark and away from them.

I continued to run but I suddenly stopped at a corner. "What am I doing? I can kill them." I balled my hands into fists, allowing the energy within me to flow through my veins to the surface.

As I turned to run back to the direction I had just come, something hard hit the back of my head and the last thing I saw before my vision faded were three figures.

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"She's waking up."

"Good, I need some pussy."

"Shut up, she's mine first."

The groan which slips from my throat caught their attention. My vision was blurred, all I could see were the outline of their faces. I knew they wore some kind of masks and that they were all men.

Two men grabbed each of my arms forcing me to my feet and then began to pull me along with them. I was lead to a place I did not know, it was dark with the occasional dim light, a tunnel, I think.

"I can't wait till we have a little fun," the one on my right remarked, squeezing my upper arm. "Haven't had a girl in months, I missed the feeling of them around my coc—"

"Change of plan, lads," someone ahead of us spoke in the darkness, his voice was thick and sounded as though he had swallowed a tholus. "ROGS want her untouched and unharmed."

Unharmed? I wish I could say the same for them because once my head stops aching I was going to kill every single last one of them.

"You've got to be kidding me! Come on, Reg, we haven't had a woman in months."

The one I could not see, replied, "I said we don't touch her! You can go and relieve yourself, there's still some magazines left."

The man on my right pulled me to his hard chest, something cold and sharp was pushed against my neck. "I'm taking her, you can't stop me! I get what I want and I want her body."

"Stop being a moron." The man who was holding my left arm takes a step towards us. I could feel the object against the back of my neck get pushed into my flesh. I groan and the man gasps.

My blood begins to flow around the sharp object, I could see the faint glow from it in the corner of my eyes.

"What the hell?" I was suddenly pushed away from the man holding me. "What the hell?" he yelled again, and threw the—oh, it was a blade—on the ground, the tip was covered in my blood and it glowed in the dark.

"Reg, what the bloody hell is this?" one of the other men, I did not even know was here, spoke. He gripped his gun and pointed it towards me. "Is she some type of experiment?"

"I know the ROGS still experiment on humans, but this ... this is impossible! How is her blood glowing like that? What did they do to her?"

"I am not an experiment." I finally found my voice, standing tall, and ready to kill them.

The man named Reg looked at the wound on my neck before he said with a shaky voice, "Then explain to us why your blood is glowing like that."

"Maybe she's a mutant, you know, like the creatures crippled by the radiation left over from the fourth world war?"

"Nah, their blood is green."

I could only watch and listen them discussing me. I paid closer attention when one said, "Whatever she is, we should keep her, maybe the ROGS want her because she's important."

"That's a good idea, we keep her for ourselves."

"I am not a piece of property!" I raised my voice, but they laughed. "Nor am I your prisoner!"

"Yeah? Well, I beg to differ. Reg, use the gas then put her in the dungeon." Reg pulled his mask from the top of his head and placed it over his mouth.

Before I had a chance to question or even move, a pink mist surrounded me and when I inhaled it my lungs burned. My body felt as though I was floating on air and then I fell to the ground. I was still conscious but I was unable to move; I could see, hear and feel everything.

I was dragged by my legs through a tunnel and then down some stairs, which resulted my head hitting each step causing my vision to gain spots of blackness.

I did not know how long they dragged me for, but when they finally stopped I was thrown into a dark room. The door was then closed and locked. When I could feel the gas wearing off, I managed to roll over onto my side and look up to see a small window, but there was something else other than the darkness.

The smell, it smelt like humans had either died or released their body waste in here.

I was unsure of the place I was in, but I did know this, once again I was a prisoner, and once again ...

I was alone.

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