Link:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-U98qkjbYek
Drinking: Water.
Eating: Frosted Flakes.
Chapter 1 - The Beginning
Our story begins with Luna, an average little girl, she had medium length, tri-toned brown hair, deep blue eyes and a soft, pale complexion, she was rather tall for her age but she was well proportioned for a six year old, at about four foot and fifty pounds. She loved to draw, her room and the fridge were adorned with her little crayon drawings, paintings and a few pencil sketched. She loved sweets and playing in the rain most of all. Even though her parents didn't condole that because they thought she'd get sick. You see Luna was always a sick child, she always had a cold, or worse most of the time. It's was a normal rainy day as she got dressed in her white sundress, white rain boots and headed outside being sometime around late summer it was rather warm and humid out. Her mother called to her, 'Luna, Honey be careful, if you get your feet wet come inside as soon as possible, I don't want you sick again!'. Luna could only just sigh and nodded to her mother, as she went out to play, opening the door and then closing it gently then running into the yard. The neighborhood had always been safe, no break ins, no murders, nothing. So her mother usually never worried too much as she went about her daily housework. Luna giggled as she splashed in the puddles , droplets of water collecting and then streaking down her boots, there was a light drizzle that was making her glasses a bit foggy, but she didn't care. Due to the dreary weather nobody was really around, she thought it was the weather but the air seemed different today, it seemed a bit..Disturbed. She went on playing like normal, splashing in puddles and running around. After a little while of playing she noticed a van had been going up and down the street slowly a couple times then had stopped across the road, she stopped and stared for a moment figuring it was time for her to head back inside, as she went to turn she was met by a rather large man that quickly grabbed her, covering her mouth to muffle her screams, she felt a soft, damp cloth. As she took in desperate breaths, trying to scream she became light headed. What was that smell? Why was she getting light headed? The cloth covering her mouth had been soaked with chloroform. Within a matter of seconds she was out cold, the man scooped her up and ran to the van where his accomplice awaited, opening the sliding door on the side of the van, he jumped in and they sped away. She slowly faded in and out of consciousness during the trip in the van, she would awaken for a few seconds, letting out soft whimpers, scared and confused, before passing right out again. Where were they taking her? Why were they taking her? What was going on?
