In front of little Jevan and the orange haired boy stood about five strong men. Little Jevan tried to run back into the Eighth District, but one of them grabbed his arm tightly. Jevan bit the man's hand until he screamed in pain, seizing the moment to try and escape.
But the others had already surrounded him.
One of them struck him on the head, the light vanished from his eyes and he collapsed unconscious. They did the same to the orange haired boy, who screamed and kicked before collapsing to the ground.
Jevan floated beside them, watching the scene with a grim expression.
…
Little Jevan opened his eyes. His head felt unbearably heavy. He found himself inside a narrow iron cage in an abandoned warehouse. The smell of mold and rust filled the air.
He recognized the place immediately.
He had been here before.
A huge man with a scarred face approached. He had a natural right hand and foot, but the other leg was mechanical, letting out a sharp creak with each movement.
