A scream came from inside the building. He pushed her against the wall, his hand over her mouth and throat. His fist made contact with her chest, stomach and face. Her head ached as she tried to fight him off. His gripped never faltered it just tightened with ever movement she made. He pulled a syringe full of clear liquid from his pocket. He brought it closer to her and she screamed as loud as she could, trying to stop him from injecting her. It was no use. She felt a sharp scratch in her neck as the needle punctured the skin. She tried to fight him off but he was a lot stronger than him. This was followed by a loud bang and a crash. She flopped onto the ground in a heap. Her head bounced off of the table and began to bleed. Her eye lids began to feel heavy. She couldn't breathe easily and was gasping at the effort it took. She couldn't see properly as the drug took control of her body. Unconsciousness engulfed her.
Ethan Hardy was walking on his way to work when he heard a scream coming from a house across the street. He heard a loud noise and ran across the road to investigate. He knelt by the letter box, pushing it open. He could see a small figure lying on the floor surrounded by a pool of blood. The girl was covered in bruises and was clearly unconscious. Her blonde hair was covered in blood. He called out to her but she didn't respond. He saw a figure in dark clothing running away from the girl on the floor. He was more worried about the little girl laid on the floor in front of him. She couldn't have been more than five years old. It made him feel sick to think someone would do something like this to such a young child.
He jumped up and tried to open the door. It was bolted and locked. He barged it with his shoulder and broke the door down. It took a couple of attempts but the door finally gave way. He pushed through it and stumbled to the side of the girl. He could smell gas in the house and realised that the figure whom he saw running away had switched it on. He lifted the girl over his shoulder and carried her outside. The house exploded as he crossed the street and lay the child on the pavement. He used his body to shield her from the blast.
Several fragments of the collapsed building flew off and hit the back of his head. He winced at the pain, trying to ignore it as he crouched over the little girl. She was still unconscious despite everything. He tried to help her but there wasn't much he could do. He scooped her up off of the ground and carried her towards the hospital. She wasn't heavy and appeared very skinny for her age and size. He effortlessly walked the next couple of miles to the ED.