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Annabeth sighed in relief when she made it to her house. It was still early noon but she felt afraid of the raven haired girl that came after her earlier today. That had scared her too much to leave the house. Then her father came up to her in her room.
He knocked before opening it and looking at her as she lifted her head up from her architecture books she loved to read. "Hey, I forgot to ask you for more toy soldiers and a salt bag. I need them for my model." He saw her skin pale and he looked at her, concerned. "You alright?"
She nodded and smiled. "Yeah Dad. Just wasn't planning on going out tonight." He smiled at her before leaving her room, and as soon as his footsteps were gone she scrambled to her feet and got ready to leave.
This time she wasn't taking any chances. She grabbed a grey sweater and put on her Yankees baseball cap. She rummaged through her stuff before she pulled out her flashlight. She was about to exit and close her bedroom door when she saw the pepper spray can her dad had given her when he had started to allow her to run errands and go alone out in the hesitated before shaking her head. Nah, I won't need it. She closed the door behind her and took a few steps forward before backtracking and grabbing the spray can off of her desk and left the house.
The heavy darkness from the sky made her fearful of walking to the store. She ran all the way to the store and had started running home before she heard a noise from the side of the eerily silent street. New York never had a silent street anywhere. She was wary now, ad she held her flashlight in her shaking hands.
She turned onto an unfamiliar street and saw it was a neighborhood. She heard an owl hoot at her and she looked towards the sound.
A figure stood behind some bushes. It wore dak clothing and was crouched, ready for her to walk past. Instead she yelped in surprise before running in another direction. The figure followed.
She skidded before turning again as she almost ran into a figure, who held their arms outstretched, and she ducked them before running again.
Again she turned as another figure came and lunged at her. She ducked to the side and kept running in untamed fear.
She wasn't even paying attention to where she ran until she hit a brick wall, literally. She groaned before standing and looking to the running figures. Her fear increased before she turned and was about to climb up the wall.
A hand clamped her mouth from behind with a rag as she screamed and fell back into the person's strong arms. She struggled against her captor before she inhaled. A foul smell hit her and she felt like gagging. She refrained from it and started to feel weak. "Let's take her now." A voice from behind whispered urgently.
Her legs gave out and the person carried her in their arms. The person grunted. "My wound reopened."
She fought for consciousness as the person, or guessing male from his earlier grunt, carried her and placed her into a vehicle before she heard fabric.
No! They can't take me!She fought against the weakness and lifted her head enough to see a shirtless man before her, still masked. She gasped as she looked at the symbol right above his heart, a letter K carved into his skin that was now bleeding. He noticed she was still awake and pressed the rag harder against her nose.
She lost her strength and fell unconscious into the man's arms.
