Hey there!

I own nothing- Except for Fae and Sibyl (who appears in a later chapters). But if I owned Hetalia... -evil smirk-

Anyways. This is a story for purplechalkwitch! ^^ Thanks so much for letting me write this, I've had a lot of fun with it thus far. Her characters are Andy (our main character) and her friends, an albino named Chloe and a ridiculous spaz named Tina.

Read and enjoy! Please give me your thoughts and constructive criticisms! :D

Chapter 1

Andy stared at the floor of the truck, barely listening to the breathing of the others as she felt the truck bounce along. Her gaze stayed fixed on the ground, a swirl of questions bubbling into her head. Why was she here? Where was she being taken? Did someone find out about her abnormal… whatever it was?

She tilted her head back slightly, wincing as the truck hit a large bump, causing the girls on her either side of her to smash into her small body. The girl on her left was blonde, sniffing slightly as she wiped tears from her eyes, causing her chains to rattle slightly. The other girl was bulky with red hair, her face slightly swollen and purpling from where she had been hit. Andy closed her eyes, thinking back on earlier.

It had started as a normal weekend, with Andy waking up just in time to catch the 6 am news before going out for a jog. Her parents had already fled off to their jobs long before, leaving Andy to lock up the house before leaving. As she had been jogging, she had thought about the chaos gripping the United States. Strange animals were appearing everywhere, attacking families before slinking back into nothingness, killing without mercy. It didn't help that people had been disappearing with no sign of a struggle or even a ransom note, never to be heard from again.

She had continued her jog to the old abandoned asylum, carefully slipping through the fence. Andy had always been drawn to the asylum, she could run, jump, do whatever she wanted without scrutiny from anyone. She loved the feel of the places, and sometimes would just hang out in the hallways, loving the quiet.

Andy was halfway done with her workout when she finally noticed a disturbance. It was a voice, humming softly. She paused, curious why anyone else was in the forgotten building.

"Listen Chrystal, is this just another fake trail, or do you really have one?" A gruff voice asked, the annoyance evident in his voice.

The humming stopped, followed by a small huff. "Well, excuse me. I'll just leave you to find the targets by yourself Hans."

Andy paled as the voices grew closer, and she glanced around, looking for a place to hide. She was in what looked like the old lunchroom, tables overturned and cast aside in no real order. She dove behind a table, praying silently that whoever was there wasn't looking for her.

A brunette waltzed into the room, her feet seeming to dance with every step. Behind her walked a much larger man, his fire red hair mused as he ran a hand through it, disgruntled. "Look, I know it's hard, but we've been looking for weeks, and we don't have an idea if it's a girl or a boy."

The brunette named Chrystal cast her eyes around the room, the frown reaching her strangely orange eyes. "It's a girl." She inhaled slightly, a smirk flitting across her lips. "And she's here."

Andy jumped from where she was hiding, sprinting to the window. She could hear the man named Hans barreling after her, and, desperate, she jumped from the window. Hans caught the back of her sweatshirt easily, but she slid out of it easily, glad she wore such large grey sweatshirts as she plummeted to earth.

The cafeteria was easily 5 stories up, a factor Andy hadn't thought of, but as she screamed, she felt a familiar tingle in her hands. Instantly, she reacted, clawing against the old brick wall, feeling the blue light coming from her hands forming claws. She slid down the wall before she reached the bottom. Andy winced slightly at the blue light slinking back into her skin as she broke off at a full run, feeling the tingle in her knees and legs, aiding her flight mode as she tore from the asylum.

She hadn't even made it off the premises when a red light shot from somewhere on her left, catching her around the ankle. Andy screamed as the red light started dragging her back to the building, and she wished for someone to walk by and notice the kidnapping and call for help. Her fingers turned back into blades, and she slashed at the rope to no avail, still trying to escape. Chrystal walked over, gently placing a hand on Andy's head, and Andy had slashed out, desperate. Chrystal had merely smiled, evading the blades. 'Sleep' She had whispered, and Andy had felt the energy drain from her body instantly, and she fell backwards as everything went black.

When she had awoken, she was strapped into the back of the truck, her wrists shackled and one of her ankles connected to a chain that connected all the girls in the back of the truck in some sort of a chain gang. No one spoke, and sometimes people would catch each other's eyes, all silently wondering the same thing. 'Where are we going?'

It had seemed like hours that they had been sitting in the back of the crowded truck, and Andy silently wondered what Kaylin was doing. She would notice when Andy didn't come to visit her today, but would anyone else miss her? She rarely saw her parents; they were busy with their lives. When would they grow worried?

There was a jerk that startled everyone from their daydreams, and the truck came to a stop. There was a bright flash of light as the back door opened, and Andy winced slightly as the light from a setting sun blinded her. She had little time to recuperate, as the man who opened it tugged on the chain, saying, "Come on then."

Most of the kids stood up, the smaller ones eager to clamber out of the truck, the older ones looking fearfully at the door, not wanting to know what was outside. Andy stood solemnly, as did the girl on the right, but the blonde who had been crying screamed slightly. "No! I'm not leaving! I just wanna go home!" She bawled, new tears coursing down her face.

The man winced noticeably, and another face peered in. "Do we have a problem?" He asked, his grey eyes cold as he looked in.

The blonde continued her crying, shaking her head, and the grey eyed man sighed. "Unhook her and take her to the grounds. If she doesn't shut up then, just shoot her."

Everyone fell silent, eyes wide with fear, and the blonde continued to sob, hiccupping slightly. Andy gently pulled her to her feet. "Live to see a better day." She hissed, and the blonde took a rattling breath, tears still streaming down her face.

The man frowned. "Pity. I was looking forward to resistance…" He muttered, watching as the kids filed out of the truck slowly. "Take them to get scanned."

The other man nodded, grabbing a length of chain to direct the group to a tall building. The group followed along slowly, trying to get accustomed to the chain around their ankles, but Andy couldn't help but shudder, her eyes fixed on the building. It was tall, built out of what appeared to be grey concrete, a large wall surrounding the entire thing, covered in barbed wire. It looked like a prison, and Andy shivered at the thought of what was inside.

The scan was a long and tedious process. The scan itself was brief, but afterwards the kids were unshackled and led to another room, where they paced, anxiously waiting for their names to be called before being led down another hallway set of hallways, groups being taken away at a time. The blonde girl sobbed when they called her name, and Andy was secretly glad to see her taken away. It made the room immensely quieter, other than the occasional person trying to be social and talk to someone, only to be silenced by a loudspeaker. She sat in a corner, nervously sharpening her nails. She didn't want to be called; she would rather just stay in the corner. She wanted someone to come in, call her name, and then apologize for the inconvenience- she was free to go.

"Andrea Pagan?" A voice called, and Andy winced at the use of her full name as she stood up. She walked up to the motherly looking woman dressed in white, who beckoned her through a door. The motherly nurse led her down the hall, glancing back. "How are you today?"

Andy gave her an incredulous look, and the nurse smiled. "I know it must be awful, but bear with it. It only gets better from here." She checked her clipboard. "Or maybe not…" She muttered, her smile turning into a frown.

Andy gulped, immensely worried as the woman came up to a door. Andy glanced at the number, wincing at the number 666. The nurse clicked a few buttons, the opened the door. "Welcome to Hell dear."

Andy walked into the room, slightly flinching at the sound the door shutting behind her. For hell, it didn't look like it. The room itself was plain, white walls and white linoleum, but it had furniture arranged cleverly in one half of it. As Andy took it in, she felt like Two-Face had decorated the room, one half a nicely decorated living room, the other half a gym of sorts. Halfway between the two was a large tube that came out of the ground and reached to the ceiling. It vaguely reminded Andy of the tubes at her local bank that took her mother's checks, but she pushed the thought away.

"Andrea Pagan."

The voice startled Andy, and she jumped a foot. "Go to your quarters." The voice said, and Andy stared open mouthed at part of the wall on the other side of the room. It seemed to rise up, opening into a small corridor. Andy walked through it, watching it as it closed behind her.

The corridor was dark and short, with a few lights running down the length of it. The entire hallway had 8 doors, 4 on each side. They all had names on them, and she read them all as she walked down the hall. Nikki. Tina. Corinne. Melody. Eliza. Chloe. Fae.

Andy dragged her feet to the last door, the only one that was minus a name, and she opened the door quietly. It was empty, other than a made-up bed pushed up against a corner. It was cold and damp, but Andy sighed, shutting the door and collapsed readily onto the bed.

The tears she had fought to keep inside all day sprung to her eyes, and she sniffed softly, letting them roll out. She thought of her parents and Kaylin. Someone must have noticed by now that she was missing. Would she ever see them again?

Andy sighed, burying her face into her pillow, and let sleep wash over her like a blanket, eager to fade into a dreamland where she wasn't kidnapped and held against her will.