1. She couldn't hear herself think over the busy streets of the Big Apple. She was looking away into own world, away from her worries, her fears. She was wearing tight leather hot pink pants with a burgundy short sleeved shirt. She had a necklace with a cross on it along with a engagement ring on her right finger. She also had a bracelet on her left wrist that read WWJD. She was 24 years old, white with red hair. Her name was Kimberly Broatland

"Kim, are you okay, you've been acting kinda paranoid lately" A woman's voice interrupts as fantasy fades and reality begins to reappear.

"Uh, yeah. Just tired is all, didn't get much sleep last night" Kim nervously chuckles. She feels as though she is being watched.

"Um okay." Her friend says as she lifts up her left shoes to check for dog crap because she smelt, but she is clean." Well anyways are you still going to the gin Mill on Saturday?"

"I'll have to check my agenda but most likely yeah" Kim says as they come upon an Alleyway which is pretty much empty except for the bum sitting on the left side of it.

"Ok well I'm this way" Her friend says as she points to the right.

"Ok, Bye Jane" Kim says as she continues down the alley. She digs deep into her purse looking for her cell phone. A man walks only 10 feet behind her as he digs deep into his pocket and pulls out a damp washcloth.

"Oh damn!" Kim burst as she nearly trips over the floor. The man begins to walk slightly faster as Kim continues digging through her purse. His unnoticed footsteps grow loader as she pulls out her phone.

"There you are you lit-"The man then covers the washcloth over her mouth as the Chloroform knocks her out instantly. The phone clatters on the rough, unsteady concrete. He drags her body over to an abandoned building. He then kicks the door open and they both go in