The Classified Files

File #4

Name: Renee Thomas

Age: 18

Height: 5’5

Relations/Siblings: Younger brother

Description: Auburn hair, green eyes

            I pushed myself, my body screaming in agony, as I kept the rigorous pace I had for the past half-hour. Alright, just a few minutes left, okay Renee? Unplugging the headphones from my phone, I step off the treadmill, my legs aching with relief. I grab the towel that I had left hanging off the handle of the machine and proceeded to wipe my face and back.

            After a few hundred more crunches, I decided it was time to go. Passing out the revolving doors into the rapidly cooling air outside, I headed towards my car. I had parked farther away because I partially enjoyed the walk outside, the wind brushing around my body, and the other reason because the gym seemed to be full of people today, thus leaving me with no good parking spaces.

            My sneakers hitting the sidewalk gently, I was looking down at my phone when I suddenly noticed how desolate and disgusting the street I was on was. I suddenly shivered, the wind not feeling quite as enjoyable as before. Where is my car? I suddenly found I could not see it anywhere in sight. I’m pretty sure I parked it here earlier. What the hell?

            Light footsteps, too heavy to be a female’s, but almost too light to be a male’s, came up quickly behind me. I whipped around, staring at a clothed black shadow, heading directly towards me. My instincts kicked in and I started to run, wishing I hadn’t pushed myself so hard earlier at the gym. He quickly gained on me, and grabbed my arm.

            Using the self-defense I had learned a long time ago, I took his arm and flipped him over onto the sidewalk. Momentarily stunned, I used this to my advantage and started going back in the opposite direction. Unfortunately, he grabbed my ankle just as I was about to take off, and I fell, hard. He leered over me and took a pair of handcuffs out from somewhere.

            I thrashed around and tried to kick him, but after the first attack, he was smarter and knew how to guard himself from my punches and lashes. He grabbed my hands quickly when he sensed that I was getting tired, and handcuffed them to my feet, where another pair of cuffs resided already. Picking me up like I weighed nothing, he turned and went back to a white van that I had not seen earlier. I managed to get a glimpse of the license plate before he threw me in.

            Completely helpless, he took a cloth and put it to my nose and mouth. Having no other choice, I breathed in, and instantly fell into a state of unconsciousness.