[color=B0E0E6][center][h2][b][u]Amelia Scott[/u][/b]
Boston, Massachusetts[/h2][hr][/center]
Half a week after the blood draw, Amelia had begun to read more about people disappearing. Clients had started to confide in her about friend or even family members, going missing. One particular client - an eighteen year old female with a rather horrible backstory, had sobbed during their session. Their best childhood friend and anchor had been among the new disappearances. Amelia had done everything she could to console and offer bereavement therapy.  She did not have an answer for this girl: the theory of super humans existing was baffling to her and nothing more than science fiction. Still, a clenching her stomach told her otherwise. She was afraid to dispel the rumors to her clients, even with her supervisor breathing down on the doctor's necks to follow the order.  What on earth made her think that way, Amelia had thought? The more severe clients with anxiety were bugging out and having panic attacks. She had raised it up to her supervisor privately, offering her client's side of the story, but had been waved of. Thus, Amelia had left and avoided him the rest of the day.

Thanks to a caramel latte with a sprinkling of nutmeg, Amelia had finally finished her day.  She had locked away her binder with her client's information and the schedule as well. She grabbed her laptop and stuffed it in her tote bag and zipped it shut. Amelia pulled her hairband out to allow the dark locks to frame her face. How she hated wearing her hair up all day, yet the note taking and observation required her to do so in order to focus. She sighed again as she sipped her latte and went out into the hallway. As Amelia zipped her coat up and fixed her gloves, she noticed a group of burly men wearing black speaking with a few of her coworkers outside. 

[i]"That's odd,"[/i] she thought to herself and began heading the other way.  Nothing good ever came out of that situation. She heard distinct muttering and hastened her pace. When she came outside, she noticed more men. The hair on the back of her neck began to tingle. She did not know what was going on, nor did she care to find out. Amelia tensed as the footsteps began to come closer. 

[b]"Amelia Scott!" [/b] A man's voice rang out, causing her to jump. Her coffee spilled at the top, causing her to hiss with dissatisfaction. She whirled around to face the man angrily as she set her coffee down and began to dab at her coffee.

[b]"What?"[/b] she quipped, glaring with annoyance, [b]“You shouldn't shout in these hallways. This is not a schoolyard."[/b]

Her sass was met with a deathly glare that made her regret her sudden choice of words. [b]"Your detainment has been ordered."[/b]

[b]"My what?" [/b]she started to laugh at him, out of shock and bewilderment. Her mind was beginning to race faster than she could keep up with it. She was not able to stop the fluid sarcasm coming out of her mouth. [b]"For what - my reply? I've been up since 5:00 A.M. Yoga does not wait for anyone."[/b] Her heart rate began to increase as she watched all of the men now begin to surround her. Her coworkers had left her alone to fend for herself, too, or so it seemed. She watched them and glowered. [b]"I don't know if this is because I disagreed with my supervisor or not but I feel the respectful and honest approach to my clients and their well-being to be the upmost importance. If that is the issue here then I can gladly leave my job here. At least I'd find better pay."[/b]

The man laughed wickedly at her and made her heart clench. Amelia glanced around and spotted the stairwell to her right; if she timed it right, she could make it out.... [b]"Your cooperation would be appreciated. It has nothing to do with your job."[/b]

[b]"Then what is it for? Buying the Girl Scout cookies in bulk? Do you know how freaking good they are?"[/b] She set her coffee down after finishing wiping it up from her sleeve. God, this had been her favorite work top, too [i]and[/i] it had been the last one. What the hell was this about? Did it have any connection to the latest rumors? Her gut answered her with a firm yes, but the doubt was overpowering it. Sometimes her stubbornness died hard.  The blood test and this occurring though could not be coincidence. 

[b]"Like I said, your cooperation would be appreciated. The Government has ordered this and if you do not come quietly, we will press charges." [/b] What the hell? She thought as her body tensed up. The overwhelming feeling of dread spread over her like a blanket

The group began to close in on her so Amelia swung her tote at the nearest one and knocked him in the head.  Her cried out in pain and retreated backwards. Still, he was blocking her way. Thanks partially to her smaller demeanor; she ducked away from a few of the men trying to grab her. Amelia smacked her coffee backwards, hoping to damage at least someone. A cry was the response given which allowed her to realize it had worked. She darted for the staircase and began hurtling down the steps, taking a few at a time. Loud banging behind her told her that they were on her feet.  Amelia sucked in a breath and wished she had worn her boots; flats were not effective like her boots would have been in this situation.  Her feet were beginning to burn from running in them now, too. It seemed that she was faster than they had expected, because now with a quick glance, she saw she had a lead.  Nonetheless, she let out a shrill scream and hoped her coworkers would come save her. 

[b]"AMELIA SCOTT!"[/b] The man she had injured yelled as he rushed after her with a vengeance. [b]"Stop!"[/b]

[b]"No thanks!" [/b] Amelia went down the third flight, thankful she had not skipped her cardio workouts. She was down to the fourth one and closer to the main floor. If she could just reach it…. 

She had barely noticed the sharp pain in her ankle, which she had twisted in the damn flats. She started to hobble as pain consumed her. Amelia felt more pain as her head was grabbed firmly behind her. She let out a yelp as her head was pulled backwards. She looked at the man’s ruthless glare and spat in his face instinctively. He yelled out and wiped it off with his other hand. Fury filled his face as he glared at her like she was the spawn of Satan himself. 

[b]“This is your fault; we would have done this painlessly.”[/b] The one man she had injured previously glowered at her as he came closer. [b]“Too bad you didn’t listen.” [/b] He punched her in the stomach, causing her to double over in pain. Amelia slid down against the wall, grasping her abdomen.  Her breath hitched; her could not see or breathe anymore. She let out a weak cry again, hoping to attract attention but no-one was coming.  Tears filled her eyes. What had she done to deserve this? [b]“You deserve this one, bitch.”[/b] He took a needle out and jammed it cruelly into her neck.  Amelia watched as the stairwell began to fade and slumped unconscious onto the floor. [/color]