Black leather boots slapped against the pavement, slender legs moving in tight-fitted and torn grey jeans. Light emerald eyes, keeping their gaze low and from other's eyes. Long dirty-blonde hair flowed down the back and shoulders of a faded, onyx colored leather jacket. Underneath the leather, a snug vintage ACDC T-shirt. The petite body belonging to these clothes? A timid, young girl of eighteen. Roaming the streets of New York City aimlessly, in hopes of finding someone that promised to meet her at a local coffee shop. You see, this girl was unlike the rest. She ran away from home a mere twenty-four hours ago. Trying to escape from a dark past, aspiring for a more lively future. This person she was desperate to find? A boy she knew long ago, whom was her best friend. Whom promised her happiness, and safety. Those this boy wasn't the same as he had used to be. He was different, now doing whatever he could, to earn cash. It wasn't to her knowledge at all, what his intentions were. Nor did she think about it, because she trusted him. Clearly, with her life and her future. When she stepped into that hole-in-the-wall coffee shop, the boy's eyes lit up. A crooked, unsettling grin spreading on his devious lips. "You made it," he said with such relief, and false happiness in his tone. Being pulled into the girl's embrace, and having her face snuggle into his chest. Hearing almost endless thank you's from the girl. Obliviousness, would surely be the end of her brief feel of freedom. "Come with me, and I'll show you a place to stay.." he whispered in her ear, in a way that sounded so innocent and kind. With a small nod, she placed her hand in his. Having been promised they could be together, her heart within his grasp. The dark-eyed boy smirked to himself, beginning to lead her out towards his van at the back of the shop. Of course, in an alleyway. Chills rose in her spine, a ball of uneasiness and fear burning in the pit of her stomach. "Gavyn..." her voice mumbled weakly, "W-Where are we going?" A dark chuckle escaped from the bottom of his throat, and he threw open the van door. Pushing her inside and slamming it shut, running to the other side and climbing in the driver's seat. Immediately, she was being man-handled by his partner in crime, a rag full of chloroform being practically stuffed in her mouth. Inhaling the substance deeply as she tried her hardest to scream, she soon passed out in the older man's arms.