The woman opened the door and Alex was assaulted with a sickening smell of sweat, alcohol and something else- she didn't want to know the source of rotten meat, maybe? Her stomach twisted and threatened to empty itself all over the lady crank's feet, and her 6 inch barbie pink heels.

The woman fluttered her eyelashes at the big blond crank.

"What have you brought me today, my pretty?" She cooed. The evil smile on his face made Alex shiver. Without taking his dark eyes off the woman who showed way too much skin, he jerked the rope and Alex stumbled forwards. The woman ripped her eyes away and looked at Alex. She squealed.

"Oh. She IS a treat, this one. Now, honey, we put you in something a little...smaller...oooh the money we can get!" She purred, her eyes racking Alex's body. Alex growled, narrowing her eyes.

"She gaged for a reason?" the woman asked the blond crank.

"Ya, she pissed off Lex. She's mouthy, so to keep her face from being ripped off we gagged her."

Alex scoffed. Well as best as she could with a gage in her mouth. The woman smiled evilly. She took a step closer to Alex. Alex tried to shove her fear behind a wall of stone and sarcasm. She was shaking, her heart was thumping and her breathing was shallow, but she held her head up and glared at the crank. The woman smelt like sweat and alcohol and something sickly sweet. It made Alex's eyes water and her stomach tighten again. The woman hooked a finger around the gage and pulled it down.

Alex spat on the ground. "Uhg. Thanks. Whoever wore that last did not taste very good. Nasty. You guys really need to wash it in between uses. Makes kidnapping a little more enjoyable." She sassed.

The woman cackled. "Yes, I can see how she would make Lex angry... nothing a little..entrance fee can't fix."

"If I gotta pay a fee, I'm out. Thanks for the forced invite, but I have things to do, places to go..." Alex replied, and tried to take a step away. The blond guy yanked her back.

"Worth a try." Alex huffed.

The woman produced a cloudy glass bottle with some kind of green liquid- where she kept that bottle in the minimal clothing she had on, was a true mystery. She twisted the lid off. Alex was leery about what was in it. In a swift movement the blond guy grabbed her shoulders, holding her still, the woman grabbed Alex's hair and yanked her head back, she forced her mouth open and dumped the liquid down Alex's throat. Alex coughed and sputtered. It burnt all the way down, and made her stomach feel sick. The woman dumped most of the bottle into her mouth and down her throat.

The blond guy let go of her shoulders, Alex staggered, still coughing. Both women were laughing at her. She saw the short squat quiet crank flinch and look away.

"Don't worry sweetie, you will relax in a little. And then...we can have some fun." She looked up at the blond, "Your pay will be waiting at the desk...but if you wait for me, you and me, big boy can have some real fun." She leaned in and ran her tongue up his neck and over his check. He grinned wickedly at her. Alex shuddered.

Gross gross gross! That was so gross! Uh...everything burns! Don't puke...don't puke... why is the world spinning. Was there always 2 doors? How come I can't take proper steps...are we walking up stairs or is the floor not flat? What the blood shuck is going on?

The woman grabbed the rope and pulled Alex through the door, and down a hall. It was full of people. Some were laying on the floor or slouched against the wall, eyes glazed. There were some coupled up and it looked like they were trying to eat each other's faces.

Alex giggled.

Do Minho and I look like that? Maybe that's why Newt hates it so much! Or maybe he's jealous?!

She shook her head, blinking hard, trying to clear her fuzzy head.

What the bloody shuck Alex? Pull it together! What did they drug you with?

The woman pulled her into a room and closed the door.

"Now. We need to clean you up my sweet. Just relax, let the drink take over. It will be easier. My name is Gemma" She purred in Alex's ear, making her shiver. She snapped her fingers and there was a swarm of others who started pulling at her hair, and clothes. Alex yelped, fighting the hands, reminding her of her first time out of the box, the boys and their grabby hands. Gemma slapped Alex hard around the face. Alex was stunned into stillness, her eyes watering.

"Stop fighting. You do as I say now." She whispered menacingly. Alex gulped. Her head was spinning again. All Alex could do was blink a few times, her tongue was feeling thick and numb.

"Good. Now take that disgusting shirt off. And those pants." She ordered.

She cut the rope around her wrists. With tears in her eyes, Alex did as she was told. Gemma spun her around, analyzing her body. Alex felt humiliated, her face grew hot and tears threatened to fall. She ground her teeth. Gemma clicked her tongue, she turned to a closet and threw a very low cut tank top and a short pair of shorts at Alex.

"Put this on." Gemma demanded. Alex did as she was told. No one noticed the bandage around her calf, or if they did they left it alone. Someone started brushing her tanged dirty hair. And someone else was trying to scrub the grim off her face. Alex was having a hard time focusing, her head felt like it was full of cotton, and kept rolling back and forth. Someone stood in front of her, with their arms crossed.

"Good. Now take her to the wall! Let's get this pretty little treat out there and make us some money." It was Gemma. Alex was too confused to understand what she said, her eyes were heavy.

She was grabbed and pulled down a few more halls and then through a door, into the main section of the building. There were people everywhere, all stumbling and holding a bottle of something. Music was blasting, drowning out everything else. Alex's feet weren't working properly anymore, she kept stumbling, and when she did she would giggle. The person holding her was dragging her at this point. They pulled her through a curtain and to the back of the club, to a wall. There were a few chains with cuffs drilled into the wall. Alex knew something horrible was going to happen to her, but her brain wouldn't cooperate. Her panic was drowning in the sluggish dizzy feeling of the drink. The person pinned her to the wall, and cuffed both her hands in the chains. And then her ankles. Alex couldn't move too much, she had a little freedom to wiggle, but not much.

The music was so loud it was making her head pound even more. It was hot with all the people. And the smell was awful. It got worse when someone stepped in front of her. Alex's fuzzy brain could make out it was male. Tall, and he was leering down at her.

"You're pretty. And I want you."

"And I want yoooou to go away...looooks like we're both not gonnaaa to get what weee want." She sassed back, her words slurred together.

He just leered at her, he stepped closer, Alex's head swung to the side, her head was heavy. He stepped even closer. Alex had nowhere to go, the wall behind her and the chains holding her in place her.

"Don't." She tried to snap, when he touched her hip.

"Don't what? Do this?" He whispered, and he grabbed both her hips, pushing her roughly back into the wall.

"Ya...dooonn't dooo that!" She slurred pathetically.

"Too bad. I paid to do this."

His dirty hands creeped up her body, and his mouth traveled around her shoulders and neck then he went lower. All Alex could do was squirm and plead for it to stop. The drugs they gave her made everything feel like a dream...

Except Alex was trapped in a nightmare.

She was kidnapped, drugged and chained to a wall, while cranks paid to do what they wanted. She couldn't fight back, the drugs were strong. And she gave up all hope. No one was coming for her, they all thought that she was dead. She sagged against the chains and sobbed.

The tank top she was forced to wear was now ripped open, and her shorts were un-buttoned and pushed low. She couldn't do anything to cover herself. Gemma had come by at some point and forced another mouth full of the green liquid down her throat. A few of the paying cranks had got angry when she tried to wiggle away or pleaded for them to stop, and had hit her. The last guy had hit her so hard the back of her head smacked inti the wall behind her, she was in and out of consciousness. The hit mixed with the alcohol took over, and Alex's exhausted broken mind finally took her away from the living nightmare into peaceful blackness.

Minho's POV:

They had finally made it to the building that Jorge claimed was Marcus's club. It was a long few days, sneaking from building to building, hiding in corners at night. Minho hadn't slept since he saw Alex falling. He could still hear her scream, and the crashing of the building every time he closed his eyes. Newt, Jorge and Frypan had to hold him back. He had screamed until his voice was raw, they dragged him away. Thomas and Brenda also didn't make it out of the building. Minho wasn't sure if he believed Jorge when he said Thomas and Brenda would make it to Marcus, he would force a smile and tell Minho that Alex would be there too.

Do I believe it? I want to. But reality...a shuck building fell on her. And falling from that height would kill anyone. No way she survived. I just need...need to get over it. Face reality.

He took a long shuddering breath.

Newt was snapping his fingers in his face. Newt also looked pale, his eyes were red, and he had dark bags under his eyes. His jaw was always clamped shut.

"Min. Were you bloody listening? We're splitting into pairs to look for Tommy and Brenda." Newt huffed.

"And Alex." Minho snapped.

Jorge nodded, "I'll look for Marcus. You split into groups and find them. Don't drink anything. And don't-" He was interrupted by a girl running at them.

"HEY!" The girl scrambled up the steps of the club. "Minho? And Newt?" The girl asked, more like demanded.

"Who wants to know?" Minho asked, crossing his arms, glaring at the girl.

"How do you bloody know our names?"

"Definitely Minho. She said you didn't smile much, and you have black spiky hair, tall and lots of muscle.." The girl rushed out, she turned to Newt, "You're Newt. Tall, blond shaggy blond hair. And says the word bloody. Just like Alex."

The name Alex made both boys freeze. They glanced at each other, then back at the girl.

"Explain. And fast!" Minho demanded, grabbing her arm.

"We were together in the Underneath. This morning some cranks kidnapped her, tiered her up and dragged her here. Well through some back door. I followed and watched. I haven't seen her leave yet. But I saw the cranks who brought her here leave." The girl explained.

"Wait. You said brought her through the back door? What colour was the door?" Jorge demanded, cutting into the conversation, his face full of worry.

"Red." She answered without hesitation, "That's bad...isn't it? Well...more bad than being taken..."

Jorge nodded, his face pale. Minho let the girl go and spun around to Jorge. "EXPLAIN! RIGHT NOW!" He seethed.

"No time. You two, take the girl with you and find Alex. NOW. Fry, Teresa and Aris, you find Thomas and Brenda. NOW!" Jorge yelled as he stormed up the steps, pushing people out of his way. Newt looked confused, and anxious. He grabbed the girl's hand and the three ran into the club. Minho's adrenaline was pumping.

She's alive! How did she survive that? That girl has 9 shuckin lives! But why's Jorge panicking that much? Red door? How come they only took Alex, and not the girl? Also..where did this girl come from?

He glanced behind him, the girl was clinging to Newt's hand, her eyes wide, but she was clutching a knife that Minho recognized as Alex's, He took in her appearance again. Backpack, dirty worn clothes, dark matted hair, and around her neck...

"How did you get that necklace?" Minho demanded.

She looked up at him, "I didn't steel it, if that's what you're asking. When the cranks took her, they had a knife to her neck, it cut the cord, and it was left behind. I was going to give it back when I found her...She told me you gave it to her, it's really special to her."

Okay...this kid definitely has hung out with Alex. She's what, 9 and has her fire and attitude.

The girl pulled it off and handed it to him. He held it tight in his hand for a second, then slipped it around his head. Minho was shoving people out of the way, as they pushed deeper into the club. One guy had stumbled into Minho and tried to pick a fight, Minho gave him one well placed punch and he dropped, the air knocked out of him.

"I can't bloody see anything!" Newt whined. The group had walked past an area where a past gone crank was fighting against chains. Someone pulled a gun out and aimed it at the screaming crank. Newt pulled the girl closer and covered her face, just in time for the gun to go off. The crank collapsed in a pool of blood. That's when Minho noticed another door frame. The door was long gone, but the frame had red peeling paint, and had a red curtain hanging.

"Newt. Red door." Minho said, pointing. His anxiety was climbing, all his muscles were tense, his chest felt like it was on fire. They shoved and elbowed their way over to the doorway. Some guy tried to block their way.

"You need to pay to go in there. After that, I don't care what you do." Minho glanced at him, without a second thought he threw his fist up into the guy's chin, snapping his head up.

He heard a high pitched shriek from behind him.

"NO! Wait! Come back!" Newt yelled.

Minho didn't see what happened, the guy's head came back down. Before he could regain his balance Minho threw a right hook. The guy crumpled to the floor. Minho stepped over him and just about crumpled to the floor himself. Chained to the wall, bloody and bruised was a girl with fiery red golden hair. A girl he never thought he would ever see again. The little girl had run over and was kneeling beside her.

"ALEX!"

His scream came from deep inside his broken soul. She didn't acknowledge him. That uprooted his feet, he ran to her, and fell to his knees, beside the girl- he never got her name. He moved Alex's hair out of her face, her eyes were closed, her one eye swollen, and bruised. She had a split lip, dried blood from her nose. She was hanging by her wrists. What little clothing she had on was disheveled, and ripped. Minho's stomach twisted and bile rose in his throat.

What did they do to you?

"NEWT! CHECK THAT SON OF A GRIEVER FOR A KEY!" Minho yelled over his shoulder. He did his best to hold her, so her dead weight wasn't all on her wrists.

"ANYTIME MAN!" He yelled.

Newt finally limped over and undid the cuffs, and Alex collapsed. Minho caught her, pulling her into his chest. He finally let his damn break, and choked on a sob. He held her tight, rocking her slowly, her head flopped back. She didn't move, she was all dead weight. Newt had placed a hand on his shoulder. He was quiet, his eyes sad and broken as he looked at his little sister. His eyes were wet with tears. Newt dropped his bag and pulled off his jacket and placed it over her. Minho finally took in the rest of her. Anger erupted through him like white hot lava in his veins.

"The shuck did they do to her man?" He whispered, rage and disbelief on his face, he looked to his friend. He mirrored Minho's expression. Minho tried his best to fix her clothing, to cover her.

"I think we both bloody know what happened." He spat. His face darkened. "We need to find Jorge, he said to meet up stairs- I saw some back there."

Minho slipped an arm under her knees and under her back he slowly stood up. Newt readjusted his jacket over Alex. With Alex now cradled in his strong arms, her head resting against his chest He left the horrendous room. Minho had a few tears leak out the corner of his eyes. He understood now why Alex punched walls. He felt angry enough to smash this place to the ground.

Minho and the girl followed Newt upstairs. They heard some scuffling and heard Jorge's voice.

Frypan, Teresa and Aris had found Thomas and Brenda. The latter two were laying on the couches. And Jorge had a guy tied to a chair, he had a bag over his head, his head was flopped forward, he wasn't moving.

"You found her?!" Jorge sounded relieved, "Place her down here, we just need to wait for the drugs to wear off. Those two will be fine." He nodded in the direction of the couch, where Brenda and Thomas were sleeping. "Alex...If you found her where I think, then.." He trailed off.

"In a room chained to a wall, beaten, bloody bruised, and half naked?" Minho snapped. Jorge nodded sadly.

"The red room. Where twisted ones, pay to do...things to young girls." he muttered sadly.

Minho just about threw up again. He growled and held her closer.

"Min? Come put her down over here. I'll clean her up. Can you get me some water?" Teresa said gently. She was sitting by the wall, beside a few cushions. He did as she asked. He went to the bathroom attached to the room and dug through the cupboards in the bathroom, found a first aid kit, a bowl and some towels, he filled the bowl and brought everything back. He knelt down beside Alex. When Teresa went to grab the cloth he pulled it away.

"I'll do it." He snapped. Teresa flinched, but nodded sadly.

"Okay." She went to get up, but Minho grabbed her wrist, "No, Tes..I'm sorry. Shuck. I'm just...angry. Sorry for snapping. I know she's your friend too."

Teresa smiled sadly at him, patted his shoulder. "No, it's okay Min, I know your feeling protective. Your a good guy, take care of your girl." She stood up and kissed the top of his head and went to sit beside the girl.

Minho laid Alex's head in his lap and he gently cleaned the blood away.

The little girl was sitting against the wall, her knees up to her chest, eyes wide. Teresa reached over and gently held the girl's hand. Newt slid down beside her. He patted her little knee, "It's okay. She will be okay...well...she will heal. You did a good job. If you hadn't followed, and found us, we wouldn't have found her." He reassured the girl gently.

"We didn't even get your shuckin name!" Minho said over his shoulder.

Without taking her eyes off Alex, "You want my name? Why? Your names aren't good enough?"

She said it so dryly it took Minho a second. He then threw his head back and laughed. The girl looked at him amused.

"She's right. When you laugh, your eyes go all squinty and your face lights up. You look nicer when you laugh, not so mean."

That made Minho laugh even harder, making Newt and Teresa chuckle.

"You have hung out with Alex too long! That sarcasm was epic! High five little shanket!" He held out a hand for a high five.

"Seriously though, what is your bloody name? You obviously knew ours." Newt chuckled.

"Chloe."

"So Chloe. While we wait...tell us your story."

Chloe explained how her brother found Alex, they made an alliance in the underneath, saved her from the Rose crank, got her out of The Underneath, their night in the store, her making her hide and then followed the cranks here. She had pulled out a little thing from her pocket.

"Here. I know this little wood thing is very important to her. It was on the floor, where we slept last night." Chloe said quietly, she handed it to Newt. It was her statue from Chuck.

"Oh shuck!" Minho breathed. All heads turned in his direction. He had just unwrapped Alex's leg, revealing a big ugly raw bite mark.

"oh shuck shuck shuck!" Minho panicked, he ran a shaking hand through his hair. Jorge came and crouched beside them, Newt, Teresa and Frypan crawled over.

"No!" Teresa breathed, her eyes filling with tears.

"What do we do?" Newt asked, looking from the bite to Jorge.

"She can't be a crank...can she?" Frypan asked.

Jorge ran a hand down his face. "Pray she's immune. If she is...it should heal.. she will have symptoms, but she shouldn't turn fully."

"That doesn't sound very convincing." Minho replied.

"What can I say Hermano? This disease has a mind of its own, and it affects everyone differently." He shrugged. "Keep it clean. And keep an eye on her. She's gone through some serious shit...the disease might affect her more than others for a little. It eats at the brain, the more traumatic events in one's life the faster it takes hold..."

"But...that Captain Ronin guy said she had some kind of super powered immune system from some kind of superhuman soldier serum stuff they were experimenting with... right Minho? That's what you told us.. she should be okay." Frypan asked, desperately.

"She'll be okay" Newt muttered to himself, as he sat back against the wall, he sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

"I hope so, Hermano, but she's not going to be her self for a little. Short tempered, reckless, cranky, I don't know...just keep an eye on her, be gentle. That was some awful shit she just went through."

Teresa hadn't moved, staring wide eyed at the raw flesh. Tears formed in her eyes. Minho saw her head jerk back, and then move stiffly away to a corner, where she sat stone still, eyes wide and unblinking.

Jorge helped Minho clean the bite as best they could and then wrapped it with clean bandages from the first aid. He sighed, "she needs clothes."

"Ya think?" Minho rolled his eyes, "I thought this was fine."

Jorge just looked at him. He stood up and left the room. The room was quiet. Everyone was just waiting for something to happen. Minho was full of restless angry energy, even though he was exhausted.

Please wake up soon. I want to see your eyes. And hear your voice. Please wake up. You're scaring me.

He brushed some hair from her forehead, she didn't move, it was like she was dead, except that he could see her chest rising and falling.

Jorge came back holding a small box, he put it down by the bathroom. "When she wakes up, there's some things in there, she can find some better clothes."

There was a loud groan from the center of the room. The man tied to the chair had tried to shake the bag loose. Jorge straightened up, moved in front of him and ripped the bag off his head.

"Hello Marcus." He stated.