<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Natalie Brewster<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>acquitted of first degree murder by  reason of insanity<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside what use to be the library, dazed and confused<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sam and any other member of group 2<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Freeze?</em>The familiar voice that haunted Natalie’s dreams and lurked in her nightmares questioned the angry command in jest, doing so by dragging the single syllable word out drenched with  resentment, laughing at the term chosen by the police. Natalie stood, temporarily frozen to the spot, shivering more from the terror that thickened her blood than the plummeting temperature that burned in her lungs. Her body shivered uncontrollably, despite the raging fire that steadily consumed the once great building. The chill bit into her skin as her slim fingers continued to work the belt free from her coat, slipping the material along her delicate shoulders, leaving her covered only by a thin layer of cotton.<br/><br/>Natalie was stubborn enough not to give up on the idea of helping the topless girl with the rainbow hair, regardless of what the uniformed officers had to say. She moved to step closer to the gathering crowd, her feet crunching over the grey, dull snow that clung to the ground. The angry noise assaulted her ears mixing with the crunch of the surrounding snow, absorbed the flashing lights, dulling them to a bothersome annoyance. Both icy-blue and yellow-white lights stained the nearby structures and where in direct contrast to the ice covered pathways that reflected the dancing strobe lights, stabbing the night air with an impressive lighting display.<br/><br/>Natalie’s first instinct was to pause in mid step, relaxing her shoulders as the tension escaped with a sigh squeezing through clenched teeth. When at first she had heard the emergency alarms that worked in tandem with whirling lights atop of the protective squad cars, she felt grateful that help had finally arrived.  However that one moment of peace was soon shattered with the screaming squad cars painting the pavement with rubber as they squealed to a halt, parking haphazardly around the perimeter of the library. Even more alarming to witness were the armed men, pouring from the doors with their guns pointed at the ready. They bellowed harsh commands while displaying defensive tactics, ready to take down the dangerous criminals and send each one back into custody, keeping them from harming the good and law abiding community.<br/><br/>Each unkind face and pointed gun brought back the day of her arrest and, had anyone asked Natalie, the highly unjust manner to which she had been taken into custody and branded a ‘danger to society’ despite her claims of innocence.   It was happening again! Everything was moving too fast, her mind was struggling to keep up. Unsure of how she was going to help the half-dressed girl she turned to the handsome stranger that had come to her rescue. Her eyes pleaded for guidance where her words failed her, and for a moment her true vulnerable soul was visible through her soft brown eyes.<br/><br/>Moments later there was a tremendous explosion. The sheer force of it threw her back off of her feet, landing on her backside, dazed and confused a few feet away from Sam. Her ears hummed with a high pitch white noise that flooded her mind, she couldn’t make any sense of what was going on. Her eyes refused to focus; the fear and panic clung in the air, so thick she could taste it, and then…the voices.  Raising her hands she covered her ears, rocking back and forth, bending at the waist with her knees bent and her feet placed flat on the grimy snow covered ground. She almost begged for the irritating white noise to return, anything was better than the voices in her head confusing her with their demands.<br/><br/>Frozen with indecision, Natalie whimpered as she struggled to get to her feet. The sick feeling of being captured again had marked her actions, urging her to disregard the softer voice pleading to remain calm. Calm? How could she be calm at the prospect of being taken and again accused of something she had no part in? They wouldn’t believe her… no one believed her. Natalie’s steps, though wobbly and unsure, brought her further and further away from those dressed in uniform and distracted, reacting to the sudden explosions. Her eyes took in the scene, registering the smouldering remains of the cars, one being the van that had brought her to the library that night. Still, her fragile mind did not make the connection to the fate of her driver, that would hit her later on that night, when at last her mind stilled and the mocking voice returned to once again torture her with its laughter.<br/><br/><em>Run! Run Natalie…Run before they catch you!</em><br/><br/>Spinning on the balls of her feet, Natalie called upon her hard earned talents from years of dance instructions to keep her balance as she sped into the night like a frightened jack rabbit.  Her long legs carried her forward, never once looking back at those she had left behind, though a small hope that managed to stay alive had pleaded for Sam to follow. Her protective instincts pushed away the angry voices that demanded she stay put. A small squeal exploded from her lips at the sound of bullets striking the brick wall of a nearby building, but she couldn’t tell how close the shot had been or even decipher if they had been meant for her, nor would she dare stop to look over her shoulder. She obeyed the voice that drummed relentlessly in her ears….<em>run, run, run, don’t stop…run!</em><br/><br/>She wasn’t sure how long she had been running, or even where she was other than lost in the city…alone. Trembling, she pressed her body against the brick wall, panting for breath that stung her lungs. At some point she had lost her jacket, possibly during the blast as she had been in the process of taking it off at the time.  Honey brown eyes looked up and down the dark alleyway, unsure of what her next step would be. There was no one to call; there was no one that could help her. Slowly, she slid along the wall until she came to rest upon her backside, uncaring that her beige slacks would be stained from the grime and dirt on the ground. Slim arms hugged her knees to her chest as Natalie placed her head down feeling defeated. A single tear escaped, running along her rosy cheek before it was soon followed by an ocean.<br/><br/>