Walking down the street I had the weird feeling that someone was watching me. Looking behind me I only seen people walking minding their business. Facing toward it only took 3 seconds for me to feel the eyes again. Feeling the hairs on my neck stand I rubbed a hand over it trying to calm my nerves.

Seth your bugging. Nobody is watching you. I told myself. No matter how many times I told myself this I still felt the eyes on me. Trying to get rid of the feeling I turned down an alley.

Dumb choice Seth. Now your going to die. My inner voice spoke again. Rolling my eyes at my thoughts I continued down the alley. Having a weird feeling come over me I tried to shake it off. That's when I saw the person standing at the end of the alley. Stopping mid step I turned on my heels acting like nothing happened.

Walking the other way out the alley I felt my heart start to race. Badum...Badum...Badum was all that filled my ears as I walked towards the exit. Looking behind me I seen that the figure that I had turned from was walking behind me in a slow past. Speeding up my movement a little I started to look around for anything that I could use if push came to shove.

Seeing nothing I focused on my foot moment trying not to think of the body walking behind me. Looking up ahead I stopped short when I seen that it was a car blocking the exit of the alley. BadumBadumBadum went through my ears as my heart rate speed up.

Think Seth. The car may be here for the man behind you. Just calm down I told myself as I felt a sweat break at my hairline. Looking down I was almost to the mouth of the alley when I felt hands pulling my backwards. Going with my first instinct I began to struggle. Feeling the hands tighten I felt the urge to cry.

" Let me GO! " I yelled trying to kick who ever the person was behind me. Looking up at the exit of the alley I seen that some people had got out of the car and where walking towards me and who ever was holding me. Struggling harder I began to move my head back and forth. When I felt my head connect with what felt like a mouth I almost smiled. Key word Almost. Hearing a grunt from the person behind me and their grip weaken I tried to break myself free.

" Son of a Bitch!" A voice growled from behind me. Soon after came a sift blow to my gut. Just as I took a sharp breath in I felt a cloth that smelled funny come over my face. Feeling light headed and nauseated I fell back into the hands of the very person I was trying to get away from. Feeling my world go black I only caught the end of the group around me conversation.

"... Black is going to love em." Then everything went black.


Where am I? I thought as I opened my eyes. Looking around I seen that I was in what looked like a cage. Trying to stand I was only yanked back down by a collar that was around my neck and was inserted into the concert wall.

Putting a foot against the wall I tried to pull at the chain only to fail miserably. Hearing a laugh from behind me I looked to see another man who was I the same position as me.

" Thats not going to work. " he said with a sad smile on his face. Sitting back on the ground I rested my head on my hand and my hand on my leg sitting cross legged on the cold ground.

" How do you know? " I asked getting a little peeved that the man, no scratch that boy, in front of me had laughed at me.

" Because I already tried. " he said holding up his chain like it was the most clearest thing in the world. Rolling my eyes I ran a hand through my hair only to find out that it has been cut. Jumping up only to be yanked back down I screamed.

" WHAT THE HELL! " I said with wide eyes as I tried to pull my hair to make it grown back out. " What happened to my fucking hair? " I said looking at the boy chained to the wall in front of me.

" One of the masters must have ordered it to be cut. " he said as if it wasnt no big deal.

" Why the hell are yo- wait what did you say? " I asked scooting closer to make sure I didn't mis-hear what the boy in front of me was saying.

" The Masters told the guards to cut your hair. Are you deaf? " the boy repeated looking un-happy that he had to do so.

" What masters? " I asked wanting to know who told anyone to cut my lovely hair. Not even my mother touched my locks that took years to form.

" The people who we belong to smartness. Why do you think where here? " he asked shaking his head.

" I am owned by nobody! " i growled out pissed that this boy even thought something like that.

" Tell that to Master Jacob brat. Quil, let's go. " A black outline of a person said from what I was guessing was the cage opening. Looking at the boy I seen him get up with a blank mask on his tan face. The whole time he looked at the floor not looking me or the guard in the eye. I seen his mouth moving and my eyes widened at what he said before the guard pulled him out of the cell and gruffly dragged him down the hall.

" I hope you survive. "


Rocking back and forth I ran my hands over my face and in what was left of my hair.

What did he mean the people that own me? I belong to no one damn it! I wonder where I am. Why me? I knew that I should have took out the trash like mom told me to. This is the wolf god getting back at me for not following my mothers orders. I hope I dont die. What did that Quil boy mean when he said he hopes I live?

" Hey kid. Get up. The Master is ready to look you over. " came a voice from the cage front.