I woke up to sirens going off. All the lights were on, and I got up as quick as I could. As I stood up, a man barged into the room. He had brown hair that contrasted with his deep blue eyes. The man was wearing a blue uniform, and he had a pistol attached to his belt. His face was red from exertion, and he had bags under his eyes. "Thank god she's still here." The man thought. "What's wrong?" I asked. He flinched slightly, while he closed the door, but not before I heard what he was thinking. "Eleven has gone missing." "What!?" I screeched and the door flew backwards off its hinges. I heard crunch, like a cd being broken, and I knew it was the man's bones. I heard a scream, but I ignored it. I had to make sure Ellie was okay. I went to the room across from mine, and the door was ajar. "Ellie? El?" I asked, but the room was empty, and silence replied to my question. She really was gone. At that moment I heard footsteps from behind me, and in walked Papa. He looked at the broken metal door that led to my room. He looked fascinated. But his thoughts lingered on whether El or I had done it. His hair and attire looked rushed and thrown together. I heard more footsteps, and two men came to a halt behind Papa. "Where?" I asked pointing to Ellie's bed, not even giving the two men a side glance. "We don't know,...yet." He answered. My mind was going in circles, mostly repeating the same phrases over and over again. Where was she? Is she okay? Where did she go? Is she in trouble? Is she hurt? How did she get out? I barely heard the snap Papa made over the questions in my head. Although I did realize the two men were charging at me. I was scared. Were they going to hurt me? I already knew Papa wasn't that great of a man, but at least I knew he cared about me. I had no idea if these men did. I looked at both of them, and in turn they both flew backwards. They both hit the wall with a sickening crunch. The men fell limply to the ground, and you could see where their bodies had hit the wall. They were dead. Dead. I didn't want to think about it, so I focused solely on Papa. "What do you mean 'yet'?" I asked. He smiled knowingly, and replied "You're going to help us find your sister."