A/N: This story is graphic in nature as the child character's past in it will be explained in future chapters, reader discretion is advised.

The screaming had made Amanda stop walking, the 25 year old running to where it was echoing from… she couldn't think, couldn't process it… she just lunged.

The man screamed as the 5'1" brunette jumped on his back and bit him right on his left shoulder as she put him in a headlock.

"Get the hell off that child!" Amanda yelled, slamming her fists and elbows against the man's skull as he reeled back from the small and beaten up child on the ground, now trying to wrestle the angry woman off of him.

Taking advantage of the distraction, the girl ran out of the alleyway and as far away as she could… the fight was briefly stopped by Amanda being tossed hard onto the ground but she jumped back up and continued beating on him before locking him in a headlock and locking her legs around him tightly to keep him down.

When he had finally gotten back up to his feet and had gotten the tiny wrestler off him, he slammed her head against the brick wall and she went limp as she hit the ground, the man struggling to catch his breath.

"Damn it… SYL- no, gone…" The guy muttered to himself, yelling out in the middle. He considered what to do about the woman at his feet whose hair was now becoming stained with her own blood… in the end, he removed one of his fingerless gloves and trapped it between the brick wall and the injury on Amanda's head, before heading quickly away from the scene and into the night.

Amanda finally stirred around when she felt someone's hands on her face and opened her eyes, seeing a familiar pair of blue ones and tried to talk, Finn lightly shushing her.

"Stay still…" Finn whispered, dialing 911.

Amanda tried to talk again but it came out as a pain filled scream when she could feel the agony taking over her head and back, the leather jacket draped over her to keep her warm in the bitter January chill.

She looked around for the little girl but saw no sign of her… and Finn saw the terrified look in her eyes before she lost consciousness again, causing him to panic and stay by her side as she was put on the backboard, then on a gurney and into an ambulance.

When Amanda woke up again, she was under warming blankets, in a hospital gown and attached to an IV drip, her head stitched and bandaged as she looked up at Finn.

"There was someone… attacking a kid. Where did..." Amanda said quietly as Finn held her right hand between his hands.

"Didn't see anyone else, lass. Small or big." Finn replied, glancing up at the monitor as Amanda's readings seemed to stablize a bit now that she was conscious.

"He had to have… ran off… I saw what he was doing and I got so angry at him… I was ready to kill him..." Amanda says as she tried to sit up, Finn stopping her. When she had been brought into the ER, her body temperature was 94.3° and had only gone up to 95.8° which explained the warming blankets.

"Well… it seemed like he made some attempt to help you, there was a glove against the wound in your head when I found you." Finn says.

Amanda cringed as the ache felt worse… on top of the hypothermia, she had a concussion and several broken ribs along with the bruises on her back. Her small body hurt like hell and Finn carefully took her into his arms when he saw tears forming.

"What if they don't find her? She's out there all alone in the cold…" Amanda whispered, her head resting on his right shoulder as the stitches were on the right side of her head.

Outside near where it had happened, Sami and Bayley stopped when they saw the blood and the small charm bracelet that Sami had given Amanda back on Christmas.

"The… oh god, no…" Sami says while he'd crouched down and picked up the bracelet, standing back up.

"Sir, what exactly happened?! Where's our friend?!" Bayley asked after finding an officer.

"Your friend is in the hospital, she was the second victim of the assault. The first victim disappeared, all we know about her is that it's a young individual, possibly a child." The officer says.

Bayley let out a horrified cry as tears formed, Sami pulling her close to him to comfort her.

"Why would anyone hurt a child?! It's damn wrong!" Bayley said through her tears.

"There are a lot of sick people out there, Bayley…" Sami whispered as they held each other before they left. Reaching the ER, they found Amanda and Finn, Amanda looking at them through half open eyes because of the pain she was in.

"They're looking for her…" Amanda managed to say as the two sat down on the other side, Sami lightly rubbing her left arm.

Stumbling into the ER, Dean was drunk as Roman dragged him in.

"It's just a scratch, the nail wasn't even that rusty!" Dean slurred, pointing to the wound on his right arm.

"Yeah and the booze didn't contain that much alcohol either, I suppose!" Roman says sarcastically.

"You're such a buzzkill… bah! No wonder Mandy left! Where… where would she be this late at night anyway?" Dean replies, Roman about to respond but both saw a tearful Bayley walk over to them.

"Bayley, what's wrong, kiddo?" Roman asks.

"I suggest sobering him up… Mandy's hurt badly." Bayley said quietly, Roman's and Dean's eyes widening in horror.

"Who did it?!" Roman asked through gritted teeth, anger surging through him.

"We don't know. Both the attacker and the first poor girl Amanda was trying to save disappeared." Finn says.

Roman followed them into the room, Dean forcing himself to sit down and sober up as Roman rested his right hand on the left side of Amanda's face.

"Roman…" Amanda whispered, trying to open her eyes more.

"Hey you… no point asking how you're feeling, it's… pretty obvious." Roman says, trying to joke a little.

"Yeah… this world is fucked up at times." Amanda says as Roman lightly kissed her on her forehead, her skin still slightly chilled.

Out in the waiting room, Dean walked back to the phone after forcing himself to throw up the alcohol before picking up the phone at the nurses station and dialing John's number.

"Hello?" John answered.

"John, you need to get to the ER now." Dean said, his voice hoarse… and John knew right away who was in trouble.

"How bad is my sister hurt, Dean?" John asked.

"It's bad, John…" Dean says, the call ending and he knew John was on his way over.