They kidnapped me. Haunted me. Allowed me to believe that I could trust them, and I foolishly did. I'm in deeper than I could have known, and now there's no going back. When blood spilled, I ran at the first chance I got. It's been drilled into my head since the moment they took me. A searing bullet through the chest is enough to seal my fate, and no matter how much I scream, they refuse to believe my innocence. They're out for blood and they won't stop until they've watched the life fade from my eyes. These heathens are nothing but the callous, cruel monsters the world has always known them to be and they hold every last card between their devious fingers. Their own flesh and blood fear them. They've locked them away for the greater good, but they won't be kept down,