Run Alyssa, I thought. Don't stop until you're there, don't stop until you're safe.

Alyssa dodged the boxes lying around in the dark alleyway, running over flattened ones instead. Her flaming red hair billowed out behind her like a flag.

She looked behind her-a fraction of a second wasted-and saw the outline of a man. Alyssa sped up and ran as fast as she could out on the street.

She turned the corner onto the street. She looked around wildly from side to side, but there was no one there.

"Help!" she called. "Somebody, help!" Alyssa turned around and swore. There he was, smiling at her.

"Nowhere to run, no one to help you now." He said advancing towards her. Alyssa turned to run, but came face to face with him. How did he move so fast?

"You can run, but you can't hide." He said creepily. He grabbed her wrists and started pulling her towards the black car-she hadn't noticed it.

"Well that's an old one," she said. "I expected something new."

He tightened his grip on her wrist and she cried out in pain. He kept tightening until she heard a snap-her own wrist breaking.

She slumped down, fainted. He laughed and threw her over his shoulder. He tossed her in the trunk of his van, then bound her ankles and wrists. He then proceeded to the front of the car and started the engine.

The black van sped into the night leaving no trace of what had happened, and no trace of where they were headed.