Chapter 2: The Death Market

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I jolted in my bed, eyes quickly adapting to the darkness, and I crept out of bed. I shifted into a house cat and crept down the stairs. I looked into the living room and saw my parents, tied back to back with two men with guns on each side. On the side was another man, talking on the phone. "Yes. Yes. You are sure there is an Unnatural here? The daughter? Understood." He said, turning the phone off. " I know you're there! I know you're an Unnatural, so come out before I shoot your parents, girl!" He yelled, and the gun barrels where pressed to my parents head.

I walked out in front of the men, who watched me, as I met my parents horrified gaze. I turned back into a human, hands in the air, and glared. "What do you want?" I asked, and the man smiled. "Our boss, Mrs. Reyes, wants you as a part of her inventory, so you will be coming with us." He said, and I growled. "'Inventory?'" I echoed, "I am not something to be boxed and sold, fool." I said, clenching my fists.

"If you wanna play the hard way, then so be it. Shoot them and incapacitate the girl." He ordered, and my parents looked at me, scared, before two gunshots rang out, and they crumpled. I felt a needle in my neck and the room swam, before I heard a thud and everything went dark.

I woke up to something buzzing by my ear; my ear twitched and my eyes opened slowly, adapting to the light. I sat up, but I didn't know where I was. One of the rooms walls was glass, the others where pale concrete. "Where.... where am I?" I asked, peering through the glass wall. I saw a girl with pink hair and pink tinted skin diagonally left from me. "Hello?" I asked, and she looked at me. "Oh, you're awake." She said, and I nodded. "Where am I?" I asked, and she blanched. "I- I am sorry to tell you, but you are in Mercado de la Muerte." She said, and the room spun.

"The... The Death Market? That.... what kind of name is that?" I asked, and she looked down. "I.... I'm Jimena, amd you are?" I asked, and she smiled weakly. "Mirella." She responded.

"Nice to meet you Mirella. How long have you been here?" I asked, and she sighed. "Too long. Weeks? Months? I can't tell." She says, and I leaned against the glass wall. "Well, that isn't a good sign, is it Amiga?"

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