Run. It is the only thought in my head. I have been running, hiding for so many years. I have no idea how they found me, how they know who I am, but it was bound to happen eventually.
I round a corner, and gasp as hands grab me. I struggle to break free, but a wet cloth if pressed to my face, its sickly sweet smell spreading through my nose. My muscles immediately stop working, and the hands holding me drag me down a short alley.
I am brought onto a small shuttle and strapped to a stretcher. I run through my options, and think of only one. I can call for help, but I know there will be only one person able to come.
Am I really that desperate? I think to myself.
As I see two of my captors come in, one holding a needle filled with a strange blue liquid, I realize the answer is yes.
I screw up my eyes, focusing on my coordinates. The tattoo on my arm begins to pulse a soft yellow color as the minerals in the ink sends out the message. I look up, and see my captor's gleaming eyes before I fall into unconsciousness.