JUSTICE

Prologue

It was a late winter night, and Skye was on her way to her friend Ava's house, in her tight top and skinny denim jeans, with her old fur-lined leather jacket, with her hair down, which reached the middle of her spine. She didn't like being alone, let alone walking - in the dark - down dimly lit passageways. She had left her house about fifteen minute ago, which meant she should be at Ava's any time now. Unless she was lost. Shit. She was lost. She must have taken a wrong turn.
'Dammit!' She thought to her self. She thought about turning round, heading home. But decided that if she could find the road again she'd know she way there. She turned the corner and THUD! She walked strait into a man, about 6"1, and looked to weigh 17 stone of pure muscle. She sprawled onto the floor, cutting her hands and knees. Tears of pain stung her eyes, but she blinked them away. Crying was for baby's. She was not a baby. She hadn't cried in 3 years. She wasn't about to ruin that steak just because she scrapped her hands.
"I'm sorry." She said quickly. "I didn't see you. I'm so,so sorry." He reached out and grabbed a handful of her shirt, pulling her towards him and lifting her off the floor. She squield in fear, her shirt riding up exposing her lower abdomen to the cold winters night air. Her shirt began to rip. She tried to slap the man but it he caught her arm, crushing it like a vice. Skye screamed in pain, but was cut off with a quick but brutally hard punch to her abdomen. He dropped her and she fell to the floor, clutching her wounded stomach. He the covered her nose and mouth with his massive hand. Skye struggled as her lungs burned, but within 40 seconds she passed out. He picked all 110 lbs of her body and threw her over his shoulder, in a fireman carry position he walked down the passageway until he arrive to a armoured jet black van, which he threw her in the back before clambering in the cab and driving away.