TW: Kidnapping, blood, death, unfair government cruelty?
Onyx's father ran. He ran from the police, from his wife. He had his two kids with him. Onyx who was 7 and her 5 year-old brother, Liam.
"Come on, we're almost there," he said as he held his children's hands, "We have to keep going!"
"Dad please, we've been running forever, Liam can't keep up anymore," Onyx said panting and yanking at her dads hand.
"Only a little longer, I promise," he responded.
Suddenly Liam tripped. Onyx yanked her hand away from her dad and helped her brother. Liam looked mostly ok except for his bloody knee and scraped hand. Her father could hear the loud sound of sirens in the distance.
"Dad he can't run like this," Onyx said helping him up. Liam was strangely silent, as if talking would make everything fall apart.
"Alright fine," their dad responded, he picked up Liam and motioned for Onyx to keep running. They resumed their quick pace. A little slower due to Liam needing to be carried.
The sirens were getting dangerously close, drawing closer every second. Onyx's father stumbled , Liam yelped one of the first sounds he had made that night. He managed to stay on his feet but that tiny delay, that small stumble gave the authorities enough time to catch up to them. In seconds they were surrounded, energy guns pointed at them. A tall elf with long blond hair and olive skin stepped forward.
"Benjamin Lincoln Darwell, you have been accused of theft, treachery, kidnapping, running form authorities, and most of all hiding from your superiors and government," he said listing his treacheries, "you are to give up the children and surrender yourself." Liam and Onyx hid behind their father not sure what to do and scared of these people with large metal things. Onyx hugged Liam to her running her hand comfortingly through his brown hair.
"You must think I'm stupid if you think I'm going to give them up," Benjamin said holding his hand protectively in front of his children. The elf gestured and the police surrounding them started charging their weapons. Suddenly masked figures in black clothing dropped out of nowhere slitting the throats of all officers they landed on.
The next few minutes were a blur. Onyx tried to find her brother as he was torn away from her. Suddenly someone grabbed her arm. She jerked herself around staring at the person. He had hazel eyes and brown hair. He smiled at her, the creepiest smile she'd ever seen and held a small gun to her arm. Onyx tried to yank her arm away but before she could get away, he shot something tiny and red into her skin. Then, everything went black.
She woke up in a cold room on a cold bed. She was restrained by straps on her arm and legs and torso. She jerked around for a second trying to get loose but eventually gave up.
"Awake are we?" someone said from across the room. She whipped her head around to see the same man who had grabbed her in the crowd.
"Your father and brother got lucky, they escaped. Left you behind though. I'm only trying to help you," the man said.
"Who- who are you?" Onyx managed to choke out starting to shake from emotions she didn't understand.
"It's alright, I'm here now," The man cooed, "we'll get rid of all those pesky bad memories for you." He gestured for a doctor to come forward. He was a satyr but she had never seen one before. She looked at him in confusion.
"Never seen a satyr before, eh?" The satyr said, "That's quite alright, just relax it'll all be over soon."
"No! I don't want to go back to the darkness!" Onyx said on the verge of tears. The satyr looked at the man. The man signaled that he continue. The satyr simply ignored Onyx's pleas and simply held own her arm while inserting a liquid from a syringe.
Soon Onyx stopped struggling, she could feel her consciousness ebbing away. She started to slowly close her eyes as she watched the satyr and man connect her to a machine. Everything kept getting darker until it was hard to see. Everything went black.
Note: Hi, thanks for reading this :). I know its not that good but bear with me, I'm still learning 😅

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