Prologue:
Abbey Marshell walked slowly across the stoney pavement, counting her steps and peering into the murky darkness. A cold shiver ran across her spine. She pulled on her sweater but it didn't help, for the coldness she felt had nothing to do with the wind.
Her feet began to hit the pavement harder and more urgently.
No, she thought, I must remain calm.
She took a deep breath and slowed her feet, hoping it would also slow her heartbeat.
The cold, rugged rocks of the path were harsh against her bare feet and the soles of her feet had begun to bleed unmercifully.
But she must continue on, no matter what. It's what the note said to do and so it must be the right thing to do. That's what Abbey kept telling herself as the path ended and stopped abruptly at a large brick wall.
Among the wall was a rusted metal door. She reached her trembling hand up and knocked on it. Once. Twice. Three times.
She waited, listening for a sound.
Then, suddenly she heard a soft rustling and a muted thud that came from behind her.
She tried to turn, but it was too late.
A rough, hard hand clamped down on her mouth and muffled her screams.
She tried to fling her arms but they were being binded. She kicked her legs up uselessly and tried to twist away only to feel a sharp pain in her back.
Oh No! She thought in a sudden rush, This wasn't what I planned! Who will save me now?!?! No! I can't go this way! This wasn't what the note....
She continued to struggle until her attempts grew weaker and more feeble, and finally completly stopped.
Abbey didn't, couldn't think anymore and was suddenly swallowed into complete darkness and her frail body grew limp.