The room was dark and heavy with dust. I could make out shadows and one was moving. I pressed myself into a little nook in the wall and prayed that who or whatever was moving would not see me.

A light flickered on and I saw that I was in a radio station type set up. The shadow that was moving was a man. He was tall and slender, his hair was a synthetic color red. IT was probably the most beautiful color I had ever seen in all my 15 years. A quick glance in my direction gave me the notion he saw me.

The man pulled his gun and pointed it right at me. "Away from the wall." He said with a low growl, his only comand.

I did as I was told and stepped away from the wall slowly.

"Now, I have a few questions. First what is your name." His growl deepened.

I had to think quick and it had to descibe me. I knew a real killjoy never used their real name. "Threat Angel." I heard myslf say.

That seemed to please him. "How old are you?" he said a little softer but still harshley.

"15 years old."

'Who are you with. No ait dont answer that. Where are you from."

"Battery City."

Just that moment another man who looked simalar to the one I was talking to, carried in Victoria, who was kicking and screaming.

The first man was headed toward me and tied me up. Just saftey percausions they assured me.