Your feet scratch violently against the soot covered floors of the abandoned alleyway. The classic kidnapping was thoroughly attempting to be committed; and sadly you are the one they are after…You can here the moaning gradually come closer, and the sound of their heart’s pulses slip threateningly into your ears. Your breathing slowly began to quicken, and your lungs are pounding against your chest, trying to break through your rib cage. Slowly, tears begin to fall from your eyes and the once furious breathing becomes an unbearable hyperventilation.
“Slow down my child, we aren’t going to hurt you!” Came the scratchy and somewhat easing, nonetheless menacing, voices from behind. You decide to take a sharp turn out of the alleyway and into the house lined streets from where you rampage about frivolously. You bang about dusty doors and peak through cracked windows, screaming breathlessly for help. The moans and yelps were gaining on You once more. You don’t understand why nobody had heard your screams of help yet.
You continue your ruckus hoping for anybody to come and protect you from them…You hang from one last thread of hope. Your lungs are now like clocks, ticking and tocking, and remarkably ready to burst.
The cold nips at your skin. Then you lose your lead in one pathetic, common move. You trip. Then your fore head crashes against the concrete pavement, and your knees strike down twice as hard. Crimson blood trickles down from your nose, on to your dry lips and then into your mouth, leaving a putrid metallic taste on your tongue.  You try to catch your breathe and slow your heart rate down, but the pain from the fall is too intense. Then you feel it, the dry and chalky hands dragging you back, into the shadows. Your nails scratching at the tar aren’t enough to stop your body from being drawn out.
“Come child,” you hear the serpentine voices scorn, “We won’t hurt you, never. You wanted us to come and take you, you shouldn’t fear us.”