You turn and run, trying to flee. You dash into oncoming traffic, but vault—by instinct—over the cars. As you land on the other side of the street, a boy, dressed in black, catches you. You move to pull away, but he says your name.
“Who are you?” His hand darts to your face, and before you can pull away, he’s wiped the tears off you face. You’re shaking, and he shrugs off his hoodie and wraps it around your shoulders.
“I’m a friend. You’re in trouble.” He’s wearing glasses that don’t hide an odd black band around his head. The band looks familiar and you reach out to touch it. He flinches away, lightly tapping your hand away, but at the same time, settling into a fighting stance.
“I know that technique,” you say. You mirror his stance precisely. After a tense moment, he cocks a smile and stands up. “You should,” he said. “I taught it to you.”
He offers you his hand. What choice do you have? You take his hand. If there’re still questions to be answered, if there’s still a pit of fear in your stomach, you’ll handle it.
It’s your last thought before the boy slams a syringe into your neck and sedates you into submission.
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