The club was filled to the brim. The crowd was roaring, and all of the attention was about to be thrown on to me. My heart beat in time with David on the drums, as I looked over to Leo our lead singer. He winked at me as he continued to sing. Billy was slapping the bass so hard I thought he'd need a doctor afterwards to look at his hand. But that is what I always thought when we played "Upside-Down". Our hardest, fastest, most difficult song in Castle Town Convict's repertoire. And now it was my turn.

I looked out at the crowd, hands in the air waving like they just didn't care. And they didn't. We were just the opening act for a much bigger band. But I didn't care. Once they heard my solo I knew they'd be blown away. It was all worth early carpel tunnel for all of us in the band. David started playing on the toms full blast and I knew it was time.

I blasted into my solo. High C, piercing everyone's ears. Speed and dexterity as I rushed through it. Endurance is what I needed. My fingers stung, I must of cut them, but I kept on going. I looked down into the audience and saw my spot, right in the front row. I went for a windmill and leaped into the air…

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Landing on the wet concrete. I nearly slipped, but kept my composure as I continued to run off. Endurance, don't let out on me know. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I had no idea where I was going. I just knew not backwards. I made my way into the street, leaping out of cars way. Hopefully that would slow them down. I came upon another alleyway, at the end was a fence. I leaped over it, no problem. Coming down on the other side, I heard the fence rattle. Shit, they were right behind me.

Just as I heard the sound, I felt one of them on top of me. I fell to the ground, trampled. Before I had a chance to catch my breath, my head was being slammed into the ground. Blood from my forehead mixed in with a pool of water from the pounding rain pouring from above. Bam! Head into the ground again. Bam! Another hit.

"That's enough. He wants her alive," a mysterious voice said. It was gruff but filled with purpose.

My head took one more hit, before I felt the pressure of my enemy's hand release me. I stood up, knew when I was beat. No point in running, especially when I looked up and saw a half a dozen of them standing before me. If I was going in, it would be on my own free will, not as a prisoner.

From behind a car pulled up. A man in a chauffeur uniform got out and opened the side door. One of them grabbed me and put my arms behind my back, lowered my head and pushed me into the car. They all loaded in after me, seating me in the middle.

It was a long, quiet car ride through the rain. It was pouring so hard I couldn't even make out where we were through the darkened windows. The car twisted and turned, went up and down. I never knew New York had terrain like this. We must have been far outside of the city.

At last the car came to a slow stop. Through the rain I was still able to hear the creaking of an old gate. Then the car started up again and drove onto the property. The car turned one last time and finally went into park. The driver turned off the ignition and got out, walked to the side, and opened up my door. I was forcefully shoved out of the car and into the rain. Great, just when I had dried off.

I looked up and saw a great mansion, complete with flying buttresses and gargoyles. They led me up the steps, towards the great, wooden front door. One of them walked ahead of the group, swung the front door open and…

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In they carried me. One on each side of me. I could barely make out what was in the warehouse, through my eyes, both bloodied. But through my red haze I could see laboratory equipment and cages. Oh shit, this was the deepest trouble Leo and the guys had ever gotten me in.

They dragged us all inside and threw us into separate cages.

"Don't worry baby, everything will be…" Pow! I couldn't see it, but from what

I heard I assumed Leo had just got socked in the face. In the cage to my right I could hear David whimpering and moaning, probably begging for his mommy, if only she were still alive. I blacked out only a few seconds later.

I don't know how long later I woke up to the sounds of David's screams. The echoed through the abandoned warehouse. We must have been outside of the city, for a scream that loud would surely gather some attention. David's yelling was soon muffled. I looked up and saw him lying on a metallic table. Tubes running in and out of his bodies, IV stuck in him, needles being forced into neck. David was shaking and it didn't take me long to figure out he was having a seizure.

I crawled to the front of my cage and stared in horror as foam came out of his mouth. The goons who had captured us were clothed in makeshift scrubs, but were sure no doctor.

"Damn, he's rejecting it," one said.

"I can tell that, you idiot," replied another.

They tried to hold him down, but his shaking shook loose some of their equipment they had inserted in him. His whole body was leaping off the slab now. And just as quickly as it had started, it was all over. David's head lolled to the side and his wide, glazed over eyes stared straight at me as if to say "you're next."