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Chapter 1---Tricks

I've been walking for hours now in the bitter cold of winter. 

If only i brought my scooter...  I thought to myself, shivering as I track more of the fluffy snow in my thin plastic boots. The only thing keeping me going at this point is imagining the warmth of my rough, canvas cover in our shack. I cant take it anymore. The cold, overtaking me as I collapse to te ground in a head. Just let me die right here, right now...  I think to myself, closing my eyes, hoping that dying in the cold will be quick and blissful. I feel my mother, shaking me wake. Its cold. The fire must have died out by now. But the voice that spoke wasn't my mothers. It was...A man's? My eyelids flutter open nd i see that in still at the side of a shop. I must have fallen asleep. And the deep voice belonged to a boy, who looked to be 2 years older than me. "Are you ok?" He asked, looking alarmed.I did my best to smile, and he could see that I at least tried. "Come with me until your ready." He bent over and helped me up. I thanked him, brushing the snow off me the best that i could.

From a very young age, mother has told me to never trust strangers, and I have always listened to her rule. But she was so cold, so desperate, so in need of help that she had to trust this boy. Besides, what harm could a teenage boy really do. 

"Conner" He said. We have been walking for a while in akward silence. "Misa." I said. The boy grinned, grabbing my wrist. "I know. I know a lot." He said, pulling me with so much force, I had to concentrate on not tripping over my own feet. Now I was confused. What was he doing?

I tried to resist and pull back, but before I knew it, something hard bashed down on my head and everything went black. 

I awoke in a small room, asleep on a tiny bench with a peice of fabric they called a blanket. I yawned. How many nights have I been out for. 2? 3? I Could tell it has been more than a night from the stiffness in my joints. I look around. Nobody else is here. There was a small bench, a peice of fabric for a blanket, and a steel door. It looks and feels like I am in a prison cell. I sit on the bench and I yawn, trying to recall the preivious nights events, but from the throbbing in my head, and not knowing what actually happened, I assume that I probably have a concusion. I sigh. Thats the last thing I need right now. Im confused as too why im here. Im also scared. Where is my mother? Where is the boy, Conner, from last night. 

Mother was right  I thought to myself.  I should never trust strangers...

I repeted the boys name over and over under my breath, trying to recall what happened last night when it suddenly came to me. 

Conner kidnapped me, brought me here and wants to kill me...

I look at my trembling hands and see a buldge in the skin. I look at it.

"It's your tracker." Conner said, making me jump. He appeared so quietly you didn't even hear him entering the room. I turn and glare at him. He's smirking at me, arms crossed and leaning in the door frame. "Why am I here?" I ask the boy, trying not to let him know how much fear I'm in. "You trusted me Misa. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to trust strangers?" He asked, making his voice sound innocently mockingly, like a childs. I glare at him, bringing my eyes to the ground. He chuckled. "Your one of us now Misa. You apart of our society." He said to me. I look at him, with a puzzeled look. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "You'll see soon Misa." He said, walking over to me. Before I could object, I feel a stabbing pain in my neck and he pulls out a large syringe. The damage has been done. My vision is going blurry, and everything is black.

"Sweet little Misa. Fell for our Tricks." Said the boy walking out of the room, closing and locking the steel door behind himself.