Young Memories 2

Myst would lay in the back of a moving truck silently sobbing. From the pain of the blow that she had recently received. And feeling horribly cold from being in the back of a solid metal box. As her body was pressed against the ice cold metal of the van. Feeling the rough bumps that the vehicle made along it's way to its destination.

Closing her eyes tightly once more, she felt her already weak body becoming increasingly weaker, as time went on. To the point where it took too much energy for her to breathe. As she felt something colder than the air around her reach towards her, like ghostly hands. Feeling it slowly begin to take over her body.

Her vision would begin to fade even more as Myst lay there. Her body no longer making any natural attempts to keep itself warm. As both her mentally and her body. Had in all cases given up on any chance of survival. At the age of six this was something that she shouldn't have had to worry about. She should've been with her family, with her friends. In a nice warm abode. But instead here she lay. In the back of a freezing cold van, awaiting for the cold release of death to take her.

As she felt her vision begin to give the rest of the way. The doors of the van stopped as both of the man and the woman looked within to see the all but dying girl before them. Giving into the harsh elements of the world around her. Barely managing to take even a shallow breath, as there was a deep look of sadness and pain in her eyes. That gave nothing away of how she felt in that moment. For she truly wanted to die. She truly wanted to leave this cruel world behind.

Yet there was a part of her that didn't want that, there was a part of her that didn't want to die. That wanted to live and see what the future held for her. Having those feelings only meant that she had to survive this. Whatever this was turning to become.

"I told you we should have given her a blanket at one of the pit stops." The woman would say in a worried tone earning the attention of the weakened Myst. Who barely moved to look at her. See a pitch black sky behind them, and a tall almost desolate factory like building behind her. Feeling the almost freezing night air flow into the back of the truck where she lay.

Weak tears began to form and lazily make their way down Myst's cheeks, as she didn't have the energy to sob. She just let the tears silently fall.

"If she hadn't been causing a ruckus when we were snatching her. Then she could have been nice and warm. Plus for a kid to be in the position she was in to begin with. Must have meant she was a bad kid." The man would say in a spiteful tone. "If you ask me, we are doing gods work taking this sad excuse of a human out to pasture."

"She is just a little girl Tony. She doesn't deserve this." The woman would say in protest, earning some of the mans ire.

"I don't decide who I have to grab, I just grab who I am told to and get paid a pretty penny to do so." Tony would say with a growl as he forcefully grabbed Myst. Hauling her out of the van. "Plus the folks we have been doing this for have been paying us handsomely to keep quiet about nabbing people. Must mean they are probably mafia or military funded. Which means more dough for us if we can milk it enough using this little girl as the bait."

"You want to try to blackmail them into giving us more money?" The woman would ask hesitantly with a worried look on her face. She was beginning to feel like this was a very bad idea. Especially when dealing with these shady people.

"It is the best way to ensure that nothing happens to us. And gets us paid more cash." Tony would say walking up the the heavy metal industrial door. "They told us to grab a homeless person anyway, they never said anything against grabbing a little homeless girl who is obviously dying."

There were those words again. Little girl, homeless, dying. All that added to the reality that she was faced with. That she had to live in. It was harsh and cold. If she had the energy to, she would've been crying her heart out. But instead, she just felt like giving up. On the chance of living.

Having developed a cold look in her eyes, Myst just watched as the man knocked on the industrial door in a odd pattern.

There was a long and almost eerie pause, followed by a chilling gust of wind, that if Myst actually had any feeling left to feel such a thing. Would leave her freezing to a whole new degree.

"Do you think they'll take the girl if she is developing frost bite..?" The girl would ask in a worried tone. As she was visibly beginning to shudder from the cold.

"And why would the child be developing frost bite?" A soft voice would ask behind the two adults. "And it better be good."

The two would turn as their hearts jumped three feet from their bodies. Looking at the man behind them.

"Y-you told us to grab a homeless person, and we found this girl." The man would say stuttering some, as the prior bravado he had. Vanished almost immediately. For the first thoughts that had crossed their minds. Was how did he get behind them?

"So you kidnapped a child and brought her here in the freezing cold?" The man would ask seeing Myst's current condition and his anger beginning to rise. How could they let this happen to a child? They treated the adults they brought to him and the others along with him better than this.

This was far beyond right.