She pulled at the rope to make sure it was tight enough. Looking satisfied, she dropped into the trench and rested her head on the white wolf. The wolf nuzzled her making her laugh, "Pixie, stop," laughing she kissed the top of her partner's head. Stroking her fur she fell asleep on her companion.

She heard a crunching noise in the distance causing her eyes to fly open. Pixie looked at her. Peeking her head over the side of the trench she didn't see anything, but she could hear footsteps coming towards her. She grabbed her slingshot and grabbed a pebble and pulled back aiming. Slowly, a man pushed aside leaves being followed by a woman. Her eyes narrowed ready to shoot.

"Hey, what's that?" The female pointed at her suspended bag. She wished she grabbed her bow from her bag instead of her slingshot. She felt vulnerable, she could feeling Pixie tensing beside her waiting for an order.

"It appears to be a backpack. Someone must be camping." The male with curly head said heading for her. She released the string and let the rock hit him in the forehead.

"Ow, What the hell?" He rubbed his head looking around. She loaded another rock and hit the women with the strawberry blond hair in the arm. She yelped a 'hey' in protest looking around. She mentally slapped herself for thing this would ward off any danger. She then remember the pocket knife she stored in her boot. Pulling it out she threw it towards the man, it sunk into his arm and he cried out in protest. Pixie lunged, the girl with the sapphire eyes caught her tail causing her to yelp in pain, looking back.

She looked at the man, something was different about him. His aura was different then any others. It seemed to stretch, the blue started turning into a moldy green and expanded beyond any other she had to watched. Whipping the knife into the ground, he looked around and spotted her. She noticed he was struggling to keep peace with himself so she made no further attempts at attack.

The woman started walking toward her, "Pixie, keep them away." The wolf stood in front of her snarling at the woman who had stopped in her tracks. She picked up the bloodied knife and shoved it into the tree cutting the rope. She caught her bag and pulled it onto her shoulders.

"Where's your parents?" The man had recovered and looked her down noticing her childish frame. She ignored him and turned, "Pixie, run," she took off with the white creature beside her. She heard footsteps behind her and increased her speed.

"There's a kid, catch her," she heard the man say before he slowed into a stop. She looked forward, a dark skinned man with a patch over his eye stepped out behind a tree. She grabbed one of the stone knives she had made and threw at him. It stuck out of his left arm. "I want that kid," the man yelled at himself.

She heard a noise overhead but couldn't see anything over the canopy of tree leaves. She motion for Pixie to surge ahead and make sure the coast was clear. She heard a low growl. She stopped, sliding down the hill a little before catching her footing. She felt the adrenaline pumping, she tapped the tip of the wolf's tail catching her attention. In front of her was a man with short light brown hair and pale blue eyes, he was resting in a tree fashioning a bow. The other was a red head female who pointed a gun at her. She snarled in distaste, guns, she hated them.

Turning to the left she dived down the hill catching herself at the last minute. She rolled under bridges of roots and fallen trees. She caught a streak of blue on top of one of the fallen trees. She stuck out her right foot to slow her speed. When the ground leveled out she darted to the pond, there was a hidden cave under the oak tree at the end.

Jumping over an overgrown root, her pack unbalanced her causing to land on her side rolling. She yelled in pain but stood up running, she felt a heavy liquid running down her arm but she ignored it. If she could get the tree, she would be free of them. Her pace quicken, she noticed a newly fallen tree. Stepping on it she leaped. Bracing for impact she looked down but a sharp upwards jerk caused her to screech in pain. It didn't help that she had a stick jammed into her left arm. Kicking she was being raise higher, "Pixie!" The wolf howled at her. She cried and squirmed against her capture. "Let go!" she shouted. She never felt more vulnerable in her life. Not since two years ago when she lost her mother.

"Pixie! Pixie!" she cried out.

"Stop struggling kid, we'll get you your dog." She looked up to her capture, he was hidden behind a red and gold metal mask. He mother always taught her to stay away from masked people. Her mother said it right after Ana was found.

"YOU TOOK ANA! YOU"RE GONNA KILL ME!" she cried pushing against his metal suit. "You're going to throw me into a machine in a factory like Ana!" Tears streamed down his face. She looked down, noticing she was coming closer and closer to the ground and her trusted friend. The people she all saw early circled around the wolf. The masked man lowed himself into the middle of the circle.

There going to kill me, the young girl thought, just like Travis and Ana. They are going to run me over. "Don't kill me! You already took Travis and Ana! And you took my Nana and Papa, and you took my Mommy and Daddy!" she cried kicking out of the arms of the metal man. She hugged Pixie looking around, tears streaming down her face.

"We didn't take anyone," the pale eyed man retorted.

"She thinks we killed Ana," The metal man replied his mask lifting revealing a man with brown eyes. She looked confused, "You're not a robot?" She buried her head into the fur of her best friend.

"Uh, no."

"We aren't going to hurt you," the lady with the pony tail pointed out. "We are trying to help you," she walked closer to the curly blond. "What's you're name?"

"Sapphire," she whimpered.