The Missing

The Missing: Brynn

Prolouge:

Camera flashes went off all around me. People shouted my name. The only way I could see through the crowd was by squinting my eyes. I would never be able to escape the actress world that I once loved. Not with my name being Brynn Haeson. As I walked farther out of the Mystique movie theater and closer to my waiting vehicle, it almost felt as if the crowd was getting closer to me, willing I would never leave the red carpet. Reporters would want me to answer all of their questions, photographers would want me to pose for every picture they wanted, and fans would want me to sign every sentimental thing they owned. I couldn't do it. I wouldn't do it.

My eyes darted down to the velvety carpet as I picked up my pace. A voice in my head was telling me to get out of there as soon as possible. My worse nightmare would come true if I didn't. As people came closer and closer to me, I walked faster and faster. Now it seemed like the red carpet never ended, the theater didn't get farther away, the vehicle never got closer. I stumbled a little bit on my silver heels, eventually deciding to just stop and take them off altogether.

"Brynn! Wait, Brynn!" I broke into a run as I held onto my heels. The voice sounded familiar, but getting lost in a crowd ended badly. I knew this from experience. I would never be like my sister. Wasn't that part of the plan? All I could think about now was getting to the car and going home. Being away from all those people. The people that caused my family pain. The people that helped me start my career by tricking me. Just wait until I got my revenge.

I couldn't open the car door fast enough. Once I started running, nearly the whole crowd ran after me. I wasn't the only person in the theater. The photographers were missing out on pictures of the rest of the cast, the reporters were missing out on interviews, and the fans were missing out on, well, everything with everyone else. It wasn't just about me. I didn't want it like that. I actually couldn't take the spotlight anymore at all. I needed to get out of its way, let it attack other unsuspecting lime light seekers.

I was ushered into the car by what I thought was a security guard. He took my hand and helped me in, making sure I didn't trip over the end of my silver, floor length dress I was forced to wear. It was not my kind of thing, but I had to make sure I looked good for the public eye. Under no circumstance was I allowed to wear anything comfortable out of the house, for that would make me 'look like a pig,' according to my agents.

The door was shut and all the flashing and screaming died down a bit. I took a deep breath and buckled my seatbelt, waiting for the driver to take off. The sudden stench of alcohol reeked through the car, making me gag. Suddenly, the driver's door flew open and a man quickly jumped inside. Two other doors did the same, the men getting in just before the driver took off. I wasn't bothered by these men at all, I simply thought they were security guards. What I did find peculiar though was the way the man was driving, taking very sharp and very dangerous turns in the middle of traffic.

"Excuse me Sir, but could you please slow down? I'm a little worried," I asked him.

"Sorry, but I can not do that," he replied. Just then a rag was placed on my face, covering my mouth. I started to scream, but then held my breath, afraid of what was on it.

"Shh, it's ok. Just breathe. Just breathe it in and everything will be ok," the man next to me soothed. My lungs were screaming, desperate for air. I finally gave in, not being able to hold my breathe any longer.

"Good girl, breathe it in," I was starting to feel faint, and my head started to spin. My mind was reeling, but everything was becoming dark. Before I was completely out, I heard the driver start to chuckle.

"Sweet dreams, Princess."