Zaria growled a little bit. "Welcome to earth, sleepy head. You got kidnapped, and I've been here all day. And this is one of the worst places to be taken to. You see the chains, the whips and the bed? Bad signs. But my little freind went for the police so we'll be out of here in a while." She laid her head against the steel pole, and sighed. "Names Zaria by the way, and you can thank me for pulling the knife out of your arm. It took a bit of handy work but I managed to pull it out. So, whats your name?"

Markus was standing at the door, showing them what looked like a police badge of his own. He said nothing was there. "That girl is lying. I did nothing of the sort. She needs to be returned home immediately." Markus watched as the police left with Rylee, then Markus put away his fake badge. "Idiots..." Zaria kicked over the knife, then tried cutting through the rope.

The police hurried Rylee back to her home. "Have a nice day, kid." Then they drove back to their police station, four miles away.

Markus knew they would be back. He had already packed Zaria and Avvon into the back of his van and drove across the country at 80 miles an hour.

Zaria slumped on the side of the van, staring at the door. "A freind isn't someone who comforts you with lies, but rather someone who hurts you with the truth..."

Zaria pulled out her phone and called Rylee. "Hey. We're somewhere out of the country, I dunno if we're north, south, east, or west, but I'll call you as soon as I find out. Bye." She then hung up and stared out the window, looking for a sign. Texas. Texas?! "Rylee, we're in Texas. We went 1,000 or more miles south east. Good luck convincing the cops."

Zaria leaned over for a closer look. The cut was infected, badly. "Don't move. I'll fix it." She found a water bottle, and tore some paper off her homework in her back pack and dipped the paper in the water. She then dapped the wound, smirking when she saw Avvon's face. "Your cute when your mortally injured." She took a piece of torn clothing, probably from previous victims, and wrapped it around Avvon's arm. "That should hold for a little while, until we get out of here."

Zaria stood up, trying to keep her balance in the moving van, and walked over to the bag, she bent down and picked it up. "This one?" She turned around and tossed it to Avvon. She sat down against the wall on that side. "I sure hope we get out of here at some point. This guy has a fake police badge, so calling the cops won't do much good."

Zaria looked out the window at Rylee. "Shes thirteen, how can she drive a friggin car?" She then sat down at looked at the computer. "Um... You sure about that? This guy is pretty beefy." She took her phone out of her pocket and looked for a picture. She zoomed in and showed Avvon.