Unfortunately, only a few people know what a Changeling exactly is.

Here's one fact about them.

They are a type of trolls who snatch away newborn children from their cribs to an unknown location and take the form of that child as a replacement to convince the parents that nothing happened or notice the difference.

However, that is not the case for Changeling Solutions, as they are a far worst version than the mythical beasts of the Old World. They have resorted to snatching or experimenting any living organism instead of only infants.

From Manehattan to the small Cold Spot settlements of the Badlands, they use every inhumane method in the ways of kidnapping large groups, with underhandedness or with full force. They don't to leave any substitutes but ensured that the "Taken's" presence was wiped completely from the digital world, present human knowledge and even in history.

The one true similarity between the mythical Changeling creatures and the organization Changeling Solutions is that they are planning something treacherous with their captive's lives and those around them.

If the citizens didn't live in a strong and bright shelter to shield themselves and their loved ones from the dangers of Manehattan and the deceptive organization who controls the areas, then the unsuspected victims are better off dead or they will face the risk of having to be taken away by the Changelings to the Badlands and vanish from the face of the planet like they never existed at all.

Resistance was futile for it is impossible to stop Changeling Solutions, the Mastermind's other groups and their continuous pursuits for power, wealth, control and something more.

There is the Agency but they have been struggling for years to fight back the malicious and chaotic waves that overwhelm the world while they were in the shadows, away from the public and the radar of the Mastermind.

After Sara's parents stole a bit of data from that organization that contained some of their private crimes, Changeling Solutions' private guards chased down the pair of agents to stop them from revealing everything about their true purpose and killing them in the most brutal way.

Gunning down & ramming their car, turning the vehicle into a burning pile of scrap metal, plunging the helpless couple at the bottom of a bridge and finishing whatever's left of the wreckage with a final gunfire shower.

Now the organization's "employees" and leader have their wicked sights and avaricious fangs on their perpetrators' daughter.

July 15, 2006 (Saturday) - 1:46 a.m - Heavy Rain

POV: Sara "Sweetie" Drops Age: 6 years old

Location: The Drops’ Family Residence, 47 Sweet Street, Manehattan Suburbs

Where are they?

One hundred.

“Where are they?”

I whined to myself for the hundredth and one time. They're still not at home, I'm getting really sleepy, maybe?

I'm still lying down on my bed, feeling really, really bored and starving. I got tired of my stomach grumbling that I ate some of my homemade bonbons that I secretly hid Ms. Tools' heavy black jacket that had sewn in pouches.

I can't help it but be filled with happiness at some of the memories on bonbons. They're mine and my parents' favorite sweets and mommy's nickname. She was really grouchy whenever daddy or one of their friends call her that but it makes me giggle every time.

Mommy is going to be so mad while daddy would just laugh at me for hiding their favorite sweets in my dolls, eating them after dinner and staying up all night.

But who cares? It's been the weekends since... two hours ago and they are really late to fulfill my promise. So, I get the right to be annoyed at them as well. But if I said that to them directly, they would ground me for a week and NO DESSERTS after dinner.

I hugged my teddy bear agent really tight to activate her voice box. "I'm always prepared for everything." Ms. Tools and I gleefully said her catchphrase, I even mimicked her voice from the TV show.

I proceeded to hide the "incriminating evidence" by dumping the empty wrappers in her pouches and returned her back to our friends. I took my favorite doll, Ms. Chance out of my pile of dolls so that we can have a proper conversation. "Do you know where they are, Ms. Chance?" I asked her.

"No, Miss Sweetie Drops. I don't know where they are." She said to me in my cute doll voice impression.

Great, I lost count on "Where are they?" game. How many was it?

"Do you know how many time I've said where are they, Ms. Chance?"

"You were on a hundredth and one, Miss Sweetie Drops."

“Where are they?” Hundredth and two. “Where are…”

I stopped my senseless chantings when I finally saw the lights of a vehicle, shining from our driveway, it wasn’t Daddy’s red Ferrari car, which disappointed me at first but immediately got really suspicious at who would park near my house in the middle of the night.

It was a white van that had no interesting features, except for logos that say "Changelings Solutions Research Division" on both sides of the vehicle's doors. The "CSRD" letters were huge, dark green colors and were on the front top of Earth's emblem.

There were more of them coming near my house. I could see three more vans, parked on our front yard lawn. When the vehicles' doors opened, a bunch of people in black suits and sunglasses got out and head towards the front door. It's night time though, it makes no sense at all to wear sunglasses.

I heard the doorbell ringing downstairs; I bolted down the stairs and grabbed my height stool to reach up to the front door’s peephole. Mommy always told me to...

Owww!

But before I could look through the hole, the door opened with a great destructive force that knocked me back on the floor and in front of me were black-suited people, proceeded to go around the house at a fast pace.

They must be bad guys.

My horrified realization of the intruders' identities and their sudden actions have caused me to panic and run away when one of the people, a long dark green-haired and onyx black skin woman tried to snatch me.

"Come here, you little parasite." She hissed at me like a venomous snake trying to lunge towards its prey. I can sense her cold and murderous glare through her sunglasses.

Her wicked aura was really intimidating and might have stunned me if it weren't for the aching pain of my bottom, that was caused by the fall, to have helped me regain some awareness.

I quickly got up on my feet to get away from the old lady's clutches, navigated myself through the hallway as fast as I could, got into Daddy’s private office, locked every lock the door had behind me and barricade it by jamming a chair on the doorknob.

I could hear the loud muffled voices of the suit people, roaming they were roaming around the house and it seems they're tossing everything to find something.

“Come on, find the kid already.”

“We don’t have time for this.”

“They’ll be here soon."

"Hurry up, you dumbasses!”

"Can't I just kill the kid for you, Miss..."

"AHHHH!!!"

The voices began to reduce instantly when I heard a loud yell from one of the men, which was accompanied by multiple loud gunshots. Did they just kill one of their own?

They're real monsters.

I began to panic even more and was now in a frantic state, trying looking around Daddy’s office for a secret room he told me to go in case strangers broke into our house.

He said it was under… somewhere?

Under the rug? No.

Under the desk? No.

Under the... the...

I heard a loud bang on the door. It must have been the bad people, trying barging into daddy's office. I have to find the room now or I'm dead.

Daddy told me that the door is strong enough to survive from being run over by a car but I don't feel safe from that statement as the bad guys kept repeatedly crashing their bodies on to the door. I have to find the hidden entrance before they get in.

I grabbed more furniture to make stronger barricade on the door while continuing my search.

The only place I haven't explored yet was the wall bookshelves' bottom cabinets, the same hiding place I use whenever I play hide and seek with mommy and daddy. It was the perfect place to hide as it took my parents hours to find me.

It must be there.

I opened the middle drawer, tossed all of the books and saw a hatchway. I found it but it wasn't a secret room, it was more of a tiny hole that looked like it could barely hold me inside. It was all dusty and filled with cobwebs. I need to clean the mess before going inside but I didn't have enough time.

I got inside, grabbed a couple of books that I dumped earlier so that I can use them as the hatchway's cover, and closed the door behind me. I was lucky because as soon as I got in the secret hideaway, the black suit people broke the door.

I covered my mouth with both of my hands and my entire body began to sweat profusely that it soaked my favorite pajamas but I can't complain right now.

I have to keep quiet and stay still or the bad guys will catch me, which would make mommy and daddy worried about me and will do anything find where I was being taken.

Remember Mommy's stealth training and calming techniques. Have your heart remain calm & beating in slow patterns, take slow breaths through the nose and don't move your body until you hear a loud noise that might help conceal my movements. There were maybe more than she thought me but I can't seem to remember the last parts of the...

"There you are, you little bitch!"

My eyes widened in surprise as one of the bad guys, the same old lady who tried to snatch me, discovered my hiding with little effort.

I tried to escape from her again but this time she succeeded to stop as she... Ow ow ow, as she grasped her strong right hand on to my left wrist and placed her free one on to my mouth to prevent me from escaping again and calling out in distress for someone to save me.

But I bite her thumb. REALLY, REALLY HARD.

"AHHH!!!" The old lady yelled out loud as she let go of her grip on my wrist. "You fucking bitch brat!"

This was my chance. I immediately ran towards my front door, while I dodged the old lady's goons. Thank gods, for once I'm glad that I'm so short and nimble. My features had become a true difficulty to the minion as

I finally reached my front door. I took a deep breath to prepare the biggest shout I have ever done in my life.

"HELP ME? PLEASE! BAD GUYS ARE KIDNAPPING ME!" I screamed in desperation, while wildly flailed my limbs so that maybe my neighbors could hear or see me and call the police or the army.

My nanny lives right next to my house. I hope she can...

"Would you kindly grab that little bitch and shut her up!" I turned my head while continuing with my running and saw the green haired old lady was already on my front lawn, commanding her underlings. Why is she asking so politely? She makes no sense. I have to get away from her.

I returned my focus and sights on run... AHHH!!!

"I got her, Mistress." One of her cronies caught me while I was distracted by the old lady. He got me on a tight chokehold with his massive right arm while used his free one to grip both of my wrists. The air was becoming hard to grasp as the only way in was forced shut and I can't escape

"Good, my little minion." I can see her slowly walking towards me with her cronies follow her, side by side. She sounds like one of the bad guys in the movies and TV show.

"HELP M-" I tried to yell again but she covered my mouth again.

"No one's going to help you at all." She confidently told me, revealing her sharp, white teeth from her wicked smile. Her voice was wicked and had an icy cold shiver effect on my entire body. "I wish I could kill you right now..."

There was a few second pause. That last sentence made me tremble with fear and sadness. I feeling like I'm crying a pool of tears from my eyes and somewhere embarrassing. My pajamas are now ruined.

"Holy shit, I made you cry and piss all over your pants." She howled with a hyena-like mocking laughter. "This is fucking priceless. I wish your parents were still here because I want... no, I need them to see what has become of you."

This is usually the hero of the story or at least the authorities would come and rescue me from the bad guys. Where's my babysitter?

The old lady calmed down from her laughter and stared at one of her men from her right side. "Would you kindly bring her to the van?" She asked politely again.

But before one of her men could carry me towards the van, I somehow slipped out of his grip, tried to run but the old lady already caught on at what I'm doing. I immediately stopped my racks and redirected my remaining strength and sugar rush from the Bonbons on my right arm and fist.

I quickly turned around towards the old lady and punched her straight in her bottom jaw with all of my might.

OWWWW! My right hand!

More tears dropped out of my eyes from the extreme pain I'm feeling right now. In hindsight, a six-year girl uppercutting a husky-looking monster lady had a very little success rate of knocking her unconscious.

"Is that how you treat your favorite aunt?"

MY AUNT! What is she talking about? Is she crazy? What is... ACK! She placed both of hands on my neck and began to choke me.

"I'm not going to kill you." She spoke up with an ominous tone. "I'm just taking you to your... no, our new home."

I was gasping for air that I don't even care what she said to me. I tried to put some sort of resistance by using any part of my body but it was useless, she's too strong... AHH!

She stopped choking me and tossed me to the ground.

"I think you would more useful as my personal experiment slave than as a lifeless corpse." She explained to me. "Although, I do want to try my skills in taxidermy on a live and unsedated human, especially to..."

Her sentence was suddenly cut short when I heard multiple metal clang sounds and the guards moaning in pain behind the old lady. She turned around to the sound, only to be hit at the left side of her head with a hard swing from a metal baseball bat.

The wielder of the baseball bat was a girl with light pink short hair and light red skin. It was my fifteen-year-old nanny/babysitter, Big Sis Cheerilee. I know it was her for she was carrying her dark red duffel bag that has her three favorite smiling flower symbols attached.

I'm so happy to see her and that she's rescued me from the bad guys. "Oh my god, Sweetie." She said to me, full of worry. But her attention was then directed to the old lady that she just knocked out. Her face had a shocked expression when she saw the lady's appearance. "What the fu- Ahem! We don't have time to sit here, Sweetie." She grabbed my right hand and pulled me up.

We then ran away from the old lady and her henchman and towards one of their white vans. On the driver seat, there was a slick dark orange short hair and light brown skin man. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a bright red bow tie. It was Uncle Joe.

"Hey ladies. Happy to see me." He said with a confident smile, which then switched to a shock one when he turned his sight on the bad guys. "Girls, get in the van. NOW!" He said in a terrified tone.

"SARA!" The old lady shouted my name. How can she get up so fast? Big Sis Cheerilee swung her bat really hard on the old lady's head. She should have been out cold for at least a few minutes.

The old lady seemed to be carrying a glass bottle that had a flame on the tip, a couple of her "friends" also had bottles in their hands. When did they get those?

"I'll get you soon, Sweetie." She roared in anger. "And I'll make sure you have nowhere left to hide from me."

What are they doing...

NOOOOO!!!

They tossed the flaming bottle at my house and now it's blazing with destructive flames.

"NONONO!" I shouted in protest to what I am witnessing right now.

I tried to run towards my home but Cheerilee was still holding on to my right hand. "Please Sweetie, we need you to calm down or you might do something irrational and get caught by Christine."

"She's in shock. She won't listen to you. We need to sedate her now, Cheryl." Uncle Joe informed Big Sis Cheerilee. "Do have the sedation syringe in your person?"

"Yes, but this formula's strong enough to knock out an adult for a few hours." She replied with worry. "I don't know what this will do to..."

"Just use it." Uncle Joe shouted. "We can't have her freaking out while we're being chased down. She might jump out of the van or worse."

"I understand, sir." She said as she used her free hand to rummage for something in her duffel bag. I can see her pull out a... NONONO, not a needle. I hate needles. I want to get away but I was losing a lot of energy that my body just gave up.

"I'm sorry, Sweetie." She apologized to me as she jabbed the needle on my right arm. "You need to sleep for a bit. You don't want to be wake during the trip." My entire body went limp in a flash as I begin to feel drowsy. Big Sis Cheerilee grabbed me and placed me on the passenger seat with a seatbelt on. "Safety first."

I looked at Uncle Joe, who was chuckling. "Believe me, Sara, it's going to be a bumpy ride." He told me as he started the van's engines. I want to say something but... I can't think properly and my body wouldn't respond to me anymore.

As I began to drift further and further into a forced sleep, a few questions swirled into my mind like a whirlwind of anxiety and fear going straight into the abyss that is my mind.

Who was that old monster lady and why did her and her bad guy minions came and destroyed my house? Where are Big Sis Cheerilee and Uncle Joe taking me? And more importantly...

Where's mommy and daddy?

I'm scared.

Author's Note

Sara "Sweetie" Drops

Status: Unconcious But Alive

Current Emotion(s): Fear and Worried

Advice For The Next Chapter: Be Defensive and Punch your own emotions into submission before they hurt you severely

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Hey guys,

Happy New Year!

I think that's all I got to say.

Thanks for reading this confidential report,

Nightwatch The Rogue Agent

Signing Out.