It was where the rich, the elite and the Traders came to play; an underground nightclub that doubled as a slave auction. Only those with a great deal of money could afford an Abnormal as they were the rarest delicacy, the hardest species to come by right now. The Government was keen on taking all those that they could. It was almost a fun competition to see who could acquire which Abnormal, which power added to the collection. Perhaps once the Abnormals had been considered human, but no more. The humans feared them more every day and even the other species, only tolerated themselves, were starting to reject the strange new breed of human if only because being seen with an Abnormal was asking for trouble. No, the only excuse for being near the new breed was to claim ownership over one and like flies to honey, the rich came flocking to the exotic specimen the Traders were more than willing to provide them with. That was the position Ryethke found herself in now as she watched the flashing lights and mingling bodies from between the bars of her cage. She wasn't the only Abnormal up for auction tonight - there were four others; three boys ranging from ages fourteen to eight and a girl of twelve - but she was the oldest, appearing at around sixteen and she was different than the four others. She was the only one who knew that, though, and Ryethke wasn't about to make that public knowledge. She'd been with these slavers for nearly six months now and others before them. She knew how to stay quiet and try to blend in. And as she watched the festivities around her with hatred, she knew those skills would probably be the only thing that would help her right now. Her powers certainly weren't going to be any use. The metal collar around her neck would see to that.