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RP - Blood Tracks - PG +13 (Mild Violence&Language)

Enrica relaxed and even giggled a little from Alissa's outburst. She lay back against the bars and tried to think of a way to break out from there, worrying about the girl that was taken away.
 
Alissa's thoughts had turned her down a dark road, what if they were just black market blood bags? Not just blood but organs, their identities, their lives could be sold to the one willing to pay for them, people looking to run away from other people. Who would they be to oppose them? Dead girls in a random corner of the world who had been harvested for their organs, bodies don't oppose people.
 
They were not alone.

Click....Click....Click....

There were footsteps in the room; Echoing off the walls. The footsteps stopped infront of their cages, and a light turned on. The room was horribly bright yet again. A woman was crouched infront of Alissa's cage. She had long black hair and emotionless green eyes. She was probably only seventeen, and she had a book clutched to her chest. "Good morning..." She mumbled, looking at Alissa, then Enrica. "Had a good sleep?"
 
Alissa looked at the new girl, despite the light burning her eyes she stared straight at her, and said quite calmly "And who the hell are you?" as if she was asking the time from someone in a grocery store.
 
The woman looked at Alissa curiously, and answered back just as calmly. "I'm not sure why my name concerns you, but you may call myself Bern. How are you...." She paused to flip through her book. "....Alissa?"
 
Alissa gave the women the closest thing she could to a look of murder, "i'm in a cage, I don't know where I am, I don't know why i'm here, how the **** would you feel!?" She said, nearly yelling at the least part.
 
The woman paused, and then sighed deeply. "I'm not your enemy." She snapped suddenly, flipping a knife from behind her. She pointed the handle at Alissa, and nodded. "Show me what you've got to live." With that, she placed the knife inside Alissa's cage, and walked off; leaving the room.
 
Alissa looked at the knife, "If your not the enemy then who is" she muttered. She picked up the knife and studied it, a plan came to mind. She felt through the darkness, looking for the lock. It took her only a minutes to find it, she started using the knife to jimmy open the lock.
 
She focused intently on the lock and the knife in her hand, not even daring to blink. Tears welled up in her eyes, and as she reached up with her arm to brush them away, the knife started to shift in her grasp. She fumbled to set the blade right, but lost coordination. Blood trickled slowly down from her wounded palm to the floor of the metal cage.
 
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