Clementine:
I coughed again as I felt my body giving up. I was being dragged after being given a heavy amount of wolfsbane to some unknown place. During the car ride, I kept passing out and waking up. During that time, I had the feeling that this would be the last time I would ever open my eyes to the pleasant world, or if the world had ever been pleasant at all.
When I woke up again, I was in another vehicle. It seemed they had changed vehicles, but why? Why was the road never ending? I was still in the car, and I had no clue how many days had passed, or if only a few hours had gone by. I had lost track of time by this point.
"We will stay here for another few hours," I heard the driver, wearing a full black ski mask, tell the guard beside him.
Both of them had ski masks on, and whenever they spoke to each other, they never said each otherโs names.
"Why is that? Why are we avoiding certain roads?" The driver requested an answer.
"A lot of chaos started, and her mates are looking for her." The moment he said that, I almost felt as if he had breathed life into my body again.
While I was still very much passed out, they carried me into what I could recall as the basement of a motel. I could tell it was a motel because the owner definitely knew I was being shipped by the council leaders. They tied me in chains, but after some time, I started to wake up and realized they were dodging whatever parade my mates were holding to find me.
I could not say much about the others, but I knew there was one person who was going crazy looking for me.
"Ian!" I whispered his name as I woke up, my hands tied in chains against the wall, shackles around my feet.
I was left alone in the basement, but there was an uneasiness inside me, and it was not from the wolfsbane in my system. I felt nauseous. Maybe it was because I had been in a car for a very long time, but I did not know. I had never felt this way before. My head hurt too. I constantly had the urge to throw up, and I did a few times on the side. I still had to sit right next to it, which made me feel even worse.
After some time, the guard and the driver came back and stepped downstairs. They realized I was in a very bad state.
"Oh my God. Look, do you see that?" the driver remarked, his hands on his waist, as the guard pulled out yet another needle to inject me with wolfsbane.
"Do not do too much. We are not supposed to hurt her, you know," the driver complained.
"It is just wolfsbane," the warrior replied, the tip of the needle almost piercing my skin.
"I said do not," the driver argued again, snapping the needle away.
"You know, she is crazy, right? She can beat up monsters. If we did not give her wolfsbane, she would go crazy on us too," the warrior insisted, making me feel disgusted.

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