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The next time Amelia opened her eyes, the sounds of the forest had been replaced with the rumble of exhaust and roar of engines. It was still dark out, and she did not know how far or for how long they had travelled, but both her mind and body were weary from the journey. She had kept silent the entire way, in hopes that her captor would stop and rest at some point, giving her a chance to escape. No such luck.

The Captain came to a stop after having slowed his pace in the past two minutes or so, and he removed her from his shoulder and placed her unceremoniously on the ground.

She noticed a light source coming from behind her after she got her bearings, and the man lifted a hand to point at something at her back. Her gaze flickered cautiously to the side and then back to the Captain before she made a half-turn, unwilling to put her back to the dangerous person.

A large building was behind her, separated by a high chain-link fence. Cars and buses came and went on one side of the building, the small silhouettes of people flowing in and out of the swinging doors. She craned her neck a little farther and saw a large plane moving down a runway lit with blue-white lights.

A hand touched her shoulder and she gave a violent start, her fingers clutching at the fabric over her chest. The Captain guided her along the side of the fence and away from the building's entrance.

When they were almost to the runway, his grip tightened, and she abruptly halted. It was darker now that the building was farther away, but her eyes had begun to adjust, and the Captain's figure was still visible. He pointed to the fence.

Frowning, the teenager looked from the fence and to the man standing beside her. "You – you want me to climb it?" Disbelief and fear rang clearly in her voice. I'm sure there's a gate we go walk through instead… A nod from the Captain, and he released her shoulder.

For a moment, she thought of screaming. Despite the noise from the planes, there were people working on the ground, and her voice would probably carry. Then again, it was probably a simple thing for this man to snap her neck… The screaming could wait.

Cautiously approaching the fence, she reached out and curled her fingers around its links. She had never climbed a fence before; it was an action she always associated with juvenile delinquents and burglars. With a grunt she pulled herself up, digging in the toes of her shoes for purchase. Reaching the top wasn't as difficult as she thought it would be, but her fingers were beginning to ache from pulling herself upward when she got there. Rubbing her hands together for warmth, she balanced at the top of the fence and looked over her shoulder. The silent man was gone. She felt a spark of hope within her, and turned towards the opposite shoulder, nearly losing her balance at the sight of him crouched atop the fence a couple of feet away. Gripping the fence with white knuckles, she stared at him with wide eyes.

His eyes still glowed in the darkness as he stared back, tilting his head toward the runway.

Amelia blinked and turned away, her heart hammering. No presence, no emotion, glowing red eyes… What is he? Partially hoping she would never know the answer to her question, she busied herself with shuffling down the fence.

When she got to the bottom, the Captain was already waiting. Grabbing her by the upper arm, he pulled her close to his side and began walking towards the runway.

They walked at a brisk pace, but no one stopped them. A couple of men near the planes glanced their way, but none of them called for security or questioned the presence of a fence-hopping soldier and a frightened teenager.

Something is wrong with these employees, thought Amelia as she passed another man, who didn't even look up when they walked by.

After a few more minutes of walking, it became apparent they were headed for a small private jet stationed farther away from the other planes on the tarmac.

By the glow of the exterior lights on the jet, Amelia was able to make out three people standing by the boarding stairs. Two wore matching military uniforms, the dark fabric making them almost blend into the night. The third was dressed in white, his skinny figure and tall frame making him stand out amongst his companions. The lights glinted off his glasses, and a smile stretched across his face as she and the Captain approached.

When they came to a stop in front of him he bent down at eye level with her. Now that he was up close, she could see that his glasses had several lenses of varying size, and what she had previously thought were shadows on his white coat were actually dark stains. In peculiar fashion, his clothing left his pale mid-torso exposed. He reminded her of a skeleton.

"You're sure it's her? Yes, yes, I can see the resemblance now!" He answered his own question, his accent lighter compared to those of the soldiers who had attacked her earlier.

He leaned closer and Amelia leaned back, bumping into the Captain.

"Well done, Captain! Ah, where are the others?" The glasses flashed as they removed their attention from her face and to the Captain. His white-coated shoulders sagged for a moment before stiffening at the unspoken response. "Shame. Or maybe not… No matter, we must be off."

He glanced at her again, his wide grin still in place. "Bring her in; I want to get started as soon as possible."

"No." The thin man had half-way turned towards the plane, but paused when she spoke.

She raised her voice, trying to sound braver than she looked. "I don't know who you are, but I don't want to go with you. I have rights. What you're doing is considered kidnapping." Her heart was beating so fast and loud, she wouldn't be surprised if everyone around could hear.

The hand on her arm tightened: a silent warning.

"You have rights, and we have power and influence. It's best not to struggle." It would have been easier to acknowledge the man's words if his appearance wasn't so disturbing and the atmosphere so threatening.

Amelia gave her captive arm a hard tug. If she wanted to escape, now was the time – and possibly her last chance – to do so. I should have screamed earlier, or tried to break away near the airport employees. They would have seen me struggling.

The Captain's grip did not slacken, and another tug elicited a sharp pain in her shoulder. Seeing that she was attempting to get away, the two guards pointed their guns at her.

"No, don't shoot! I don't want her damaged!" The white-coated man yelled.

"Hel–!" Her scream was cut short when a gloved hand clamped over her mouth. Why isn't anyone coming to help? Can't they see what's happening?! She struggled to pull the hand from her mouth, twisting and turning before something sharp pressed against her neck. A numbing sensation spread through her limbs and the pain disappeared.

"You still had one. Why didn't you use it sooner?" The thin man was speaking, but both her hearing and vision were fogging.

The hand left her mouth and she released a sigh, unable to put any strength behind the exhalation. Her legs gave out and she fell backwards against something firm.

No… I can't…

Against her will, and full of regret, her eyelids lowered as she passed into unconsciousness.