“Alright, these two fine gentlemen are going to protect you through your way in the city, in case there so happens to be any trouble.”

“What about Hakan and Makya?”

“They wanted to see the Santa Monica pier so I will personally show them the area. Don't worry, if you feel unsafe just tell them you want to go back, and they'll bring you straight to the tower.” She gave a small smile, and they soon drove off.

Still getting used to the new clothes she had, slightly loose work jeans and a tan and black checkered flannel, they seem light unlike her other clothes made from animal fur and leather. She visited the shops where everyone did trade, it filled the streets as everyone on either side were in rows. She saw they were dirty as the conditions were extremely unhygienic. Buy this and buy that, the streets were crowded, but with the two guards beside her they naturally moved out of her way. She stopped to talk to some children and even played tag with them, it didn't seem the conditions bothered them at all. Even an old man who was missing a leg gave her a freshly made bread to welcome her in his little shop. She was fascinated by some of the buildings that had figures and weird designs on them saying house of wax and the Chinese theater. They drove off from the shopping hub till the streets were empty.

“So Nakoma huh, is that your full name or is there more?” Said one of the guards,

“Oh, my full name is Nakoma Lile”

“Nakoma Lile? Huh, I like that.” She shyly smiled. The guard in the passenger seat turned around,

“There's some places here in the city that have really good food, later today we can–”

The truck violently swept to the right, hitting the side of a building. Nakoma slowly regained her strength to get up. Her head was throbbing from the amount of whiplashed she received.

“Kyle no!” As the front passenger guard screamed towards him. The driver's side door was pushed in, crushing the driver's body. His body was severely disfigured, the steel from the door sliced him in half and was only being held by the door pinning him.

“You son of a bitch!” He reached for his gun only to be shot multiple times in the chest and head.

She was panicking, her blood and sweat ran cold and her heart was beating like never before. The door next to her came off flying and men wearing black bandanas with AK-47’s pulled her out. She was kicking as hard as she could, but they were too strong for her. They put her in this fortified truck with the bumper modified as a battering ram. Tears of frustration were running, she didn't want to die, not like this. She was thinking the worst, torture, rape?

She realized these were the men that Jackson was talking about earlier, hurting people for no reason just for pleasure.

“Get off of me! Let me go!”

They put her in the backseat of the truck, taped her hands together and placed a sack over her head. She heard a gun cocked back and froze.

“W-what are you going to do…”

“You'll see.” one of the voices said. The truck was going extremely fast, and she had trouble sitting up right. The truck finally came to a halt and pulled her out of the vehicle. Two of the mysterious assailants held her up and dragged her down some escalators. She can barely see through bag but can slightly make out the scenery. She can hear music and laughter of other people; they didn’t seem bothered to even stop and look. Of course she didn't know what to think, the people who kidnapped her brought her to a place where Jackson and her friends have no idea where they could find her. The music fades slowly and the sound of close doors can be heard. They pulled her down a set of stairs and made a quick left turn and forced her to kneel. They swiped the bag off of her and her breathing was slow, rows of torn seats and in the center was a man in a tattered leather jacket and a bandana wrapped over his head. He had several women huddled up on him with messy hair and fishnet stockings and some barely wearing any clothing.

“Who the fuck is that?”

“It's that girl you wanted sir.” He slowly gets up ignoring the sluggish women around him.

“So... you're the so-called new girl that arrived with those two guys?”

“Y..yeah..”

“Shiiiiit man, you barely got here, and you're treated like a fucking queen and the rest of us here get treated like dog shit, how the fuck you think that makes me feel hm?” He slowly walks down the aisle towards her. “I can't see how that's fair, yo ladies, do you see that shit fair?” They slowly shook their heads. “No, no no no, you see that pisses me off how someone who doesn't do shit gets more than what others should.” He slowly pulls a bowie knife.

“Shit like that doesn't sit well with me.” Her tears come out, but she manages to say her words in a stern tone, “You terrorist scum won't live long enough…”

“Oh? We're terrorists now?!? That's a fucking shocker.”

“Enough Dwight.” She turned around to see a man in a tan trench coat with a full grey beard and grey hair. “She didn't want to be in this situation with Jackson.”

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“Oh yeah? how the hell would you know?”

“Because my informant told me she was brought here in bindings at the back of a pick up truck. She was unconscious by his guards hitting her.” Dwight gave an annoying grunt. The man rested his hand on Nakoma’s shoulder, “Ma’am are you alright?” Nakoma still in fear letting out a soft voice,

“y-yes..,” the elderly man looks at Dwight in disappointment.

“God damn it, Dwight! how many times do I have to tell you not to mess around like this?”

“Probably a few hundred times?” he snickered at him. The man lifts Nakoma up and dusts her off, “I’m so sorry about this, are you hurt badly?” he moves her hair to the side to find a little gash, nothing too bad but enough for the bleeding to slowly progress.

“Hmm not too bad, thank god.” he then goes to Dwight and smacks him behind the head,

“What the fuck?!?”

“Listen next time you dimwit.” Dwight rubs the back of his head, the women in the seats start giggling at him. Feeling annoyed he goes back to his seat amongst the women.

“My name is William Graham, you must be Nakoma.”

“T-that's right…”

Still holding in her tears just a moment ago, she tries to collect herself to speak normally again. She looks around to see the whole room dirtied, they were in a movie theater. Her face still shows anxiety and her adrenaline still skyrockets.

“You must be terribly confused.” he takes a piece of cloth and bundles it to make a ball. “Put pressure on the gash.” As she applies pressure, he gives her a flask that’s filled with water, she sees it and is hesitant to grab it, “It's just water, don’t worry.” She grabs the flask and begins to chug it, almost choking.

“I’m so so sorry about Dwight for going against WHAT HE WAS TOLD!”

“Hey I heard she was in the city; I had my chance, and I took it.” said Dwight. Heard she was in the city? Were they watching her this whole time and she didn’t even notice?

“Wait... hang on, you were watching me?”

William replied, “We got reports of a group of people that came in and were treated very well, that caught our attention to check you all out.”

“Which I call bullshit on your privilege!” Dwight spats out,

“Shut it Dwight!” William lashes back.

“If you had read into the case a bit more you wouldn’t have jumped the gun!” he sighs, “I’m sorry for my son's actions.”

“Son?!?” She questioned out loud. This shocked her, William was a Caucasian male roughly in his mid fifties while Dwight was an african-american in his early twenties.

“Yes he’s my son, although not biological, I still consider him my dearest son.”

Nakoma questions William, “So what happens now? Are you going to set me free or something even more harsh?” he gives a sigh, “look we can discuss this more in a safe environment, let's get to my office, it’s across the park.”

They both walk out of the theater and see tons of people laughing, conversating, dancing to electro and dubstep music. One sign she saw on the windows was old but read, Welcome to city walk! Enjoy our fabulous-, which then ends as the page is ripped. Trying not to fall behind she fastens her pace, there were so many people dancing. The lights and electro music playing loudly, colors keep changing every second. She was getting a bit disoriented by all the flashing colored lights.

“William?!?” She lost sight of him through the crowd. She bumps into a man wearing the same riot gear Jackson’s guard wears. “Be careful where you walk.” said the man as he continues to dance with a woman with short green hair. She smiles nervously and backs away. It seems everyone is too focused with their partners and themselves dancing to the beat. Some seemed to space out into the air while others are dancing in a weird way with their arms in every direction.

“You seem upset little lady...,” a man who seemed drunk wobbling from side to side seemed interested in her.

“I’m trying to find someone, but I lost him.” The man blinking with a daze look, lost in what she said, he continues to stare.

“Umm are you alright?”

“Hehehe you should try this." he reaches into his pocket pulling out what looked like an inhaler with a weird looking canister on top. He then sprays a huge amount of it directly in her face, instinctively looking away coughing up the cloudy substance. The smell of vanilla and pepper overwhelmed her.

“What the heck!” she yells as she is still swatting away the cloudy substance.

“Have fun...” said the man as he walked into the crowd happily.

The smell faded away, but something felt different, the music seemed to echo more, the lights and colors seemed more vivid and bright, everyone’s figures seemed to leave a trail like a wave pattern. Almost everything seemed to glow and surreal, she couldn’t stop staring everywhere as she was lost in every detail of the glowing neon lights and echoing music. Someone noticed she was dazing, and Nakoma saw the woman looking at her as the woman was approaching her. The woman had neon orange glow paint all over her resembling a skeleton, she pulled out another one of the inhaler canisters and sprayed it directly into her face again but this time it felt like a sudden sense of relief and the spray was a purple glow. It felt like she was falling but she was standing still. She can see herself having what seemed to be an astral projection as she was on the floor, but her body slowly follows her falling movement. Within the midst of the crowd, she saw two silhouettes standing together not moving, she felt a sense of confusion as if she knew them, but she couldn’t even see them, she got up still seeing the crazy colors around her and as she got closer. The one to the left walked away slowly and faded.

She tried running towards the figures, but she was moving slowly, everything still in slow motion. The figure on the right seemed to be getting closer to her. Reaching out towards her as she reached for its hand. She felt the firm grip of the figure's hand on her arm. Then a sharp pain came directly with it, her vision blurred and finally settled back seeing the figure’s hand with color wearing tactical gloves. The bass for one of the songs kicked in and the noise seemed louder than before and lights in a faster motion, the drugs were wearing off.

She looked up revealing a man with a slicked back hairstyle with a leather jacket and jeans. He lifts a syringe up to show her what he just did,

“You look lost, I’m assuming this is your first time here on the account of how you looked when you got fucked up.”

“Wh-what was that thing.” she felt nauseous. He lifts the syringe again,

“Oh this, it's called a stabilizer. It supposed to clear all that shit in your system immediately. It’s super fast and effective, but it has its cons.” immediately Nakoma's stomach turned to a knot and her throat swelled with a bitter taste. She flew to the decorative fountain and vomited into the water.

“Yup, that's one of those cons.”

Her stomach felt untangled, and a sudden relief came, the others around her just looked at her in disgust and laughed.

“Th-thank you mister…”

“Don't thank me yet, we still got to take you to Graham.”