"She's asleep," One said as he wiped off his blade and put it back in his pocket. "Good" said Two. "We'll get the truck. We'll meet us downstairs." Two put the syringe
back in his pocket and phased through the floor. "And we'll bring you" One said as he picked up her now limp body and carried her downstairs. He placed her in the
back of the escalade. "What's her name?" asked One. "What did we say?" said Two. "We never know the names of the ones he gets us to pick up. What's her name?"
"Charlotte, we think" Two replied as One climbed into the passenger side. "Why are we wondering about this one?" "She fought back," said One. "We've never had
one fight back before. Most of them just lay there in shock. It was different, we liked it." Two sighed as he remembered holding Charlotte down while the drug took
over. "Yes, we did. Unfortunately, she won't be around for long. He'll have his way with her and then have us get rid of her. It's the same with all of them. We know
how he is." "Yes, we do." One almost sounded sad. "But we hate hearing the screams after a while." "Yes, we know," replied Two. "We can only hope that this one will
be different." One turned to his brother, wondering what they were thinking, and somehow knowing that this one would be different.