In an upstairs window, Martha Wright
watched the snatching of her one and only daughter. Two silhouetted figures
dressed all in tight black. One female, one male.
Creeping up behind Maisie and sliding the tight
leather hood over her head. The male figure holding the
terrified girl in a bear hug from behind whilst the woman casually
tightened the hood. No eye holes in the hood, Just a few holes, like pin holes
around the nostrils for her to breathe through. Then her arms being pulled behind her,
wrists snapped together with wrist ties.
It took all of Martha's resolve and willpower not to open the window she
was looking through and shout to her daughter as the shadowy figures had crept
up behind her. The heart rending pang of guilt that she didn't do that was
almost crippling. She had thought better of that option. NeoN
would see her crucified if she interfered in any way with their flow of
things. What had astounded Martha as she
witnessed the taking of her daughter was that she put up no resistance at all.
There was no initial scream. Or no attempt to fight the
intruders off at all. It was as though the shock had been so all
encompassing that she had been paralysed immediately. What can poor Maisie have thought as that leather hood was being secured
around her head and face. She must have been mortified
with terror. Martha stood back from the
window slightly then as the girl was bundled into the back of a blacked out PSV
and driven away. It was the last Martha
saw of her daughter. It was the last she would ever see of her. At least, the last she would see her as she
remembered her.