The hidden trials

Chapter 3

The man in the black shirt

Nrayer:
I know I have to get out of everyone's way before I Erupt in my furious state. I know that this feeling will pass, but while it hasn't, i'm well aware I could really hurt people. So I escape. I run.  I bottled out of my house, jamming Earbuds into my ear. Music pours out, sounding like the most beautiful noise I'd ever heard. I turn it up, shutting out the world around me, and I just let go of everything. I allow the darkness I had felt swallow me whole for awhile, but my music felt like it was flowing through my veins, calming me from head to toe. I slowly emerge from the anger I possess and stop running. Having that anger dissipate in me felt nice, and calmer than I had before, I felt free. The houses on my street are all the same size and shape. They are made out of grey cement or scrapped metal. It might be gloomy but to me that simplicity is comforting. Everything is supposed to protect us from greed envy, that all another word for selfishness. This reminds us of the homeless people, The people who have to survive be on the walls. If we have little And want little, we are all equal, the same. My mother once told me to be nice and grateful for the stuff that's been giving to us, The opportunity to live in The best build city that remain standing in this horrible world. That's why it's so important to me, for my family to have the stuff that has been provided for us. We always say never mess with HTA. They control the city to help the peace between the poor and the rich. The rich had the nice food the nice houses and the poor will have the other side beyond that, The dump place we call it. All the poor except this  system because they are afraid of what will happen in the future. There are too many rules here, like stay at home, One child policy rule, girls are not allowed to have their hair out on the street, and the poor are not allowed to enter the rich part of the city. They called it the enshroud city because it's hidden away from the Demons lurking outside. This city is different compare to most cities you seen the movie, well... there are only three cities out there in the world, and this is the best build city remaining after the treetick disease. There are four sections split. The enshroud city... Built with all the technology we need, Plus it's the main city, and the other two cities are built for homes.  The fourth section, my father told me it's something to do with the plan Nova... but from what I know is that it meant to be our future. My sister never wanted me to go out of the house because they implemented a one child policy rule which makes the city heavily guarded, and advanced technology. If you are caught more than one child, The child will have a capital punishment for of the crimes they commit. I think it was stupid, everyone should be able to live the life and have fun.
I finally made my way to the woods. In nature I can be who I am, just a person. The trees do you not expect me to be kind and selfless. Here I'm not expected to stay at home all the time. I feel free. Upon the hill, I stand as still as the tree, not totally is frozen for just as their budded twigs move, so does my long black hair. I still wait for the day when I can show small beauties of life to someone, but there are no fools like me in this strange world. Perhaps they exist, yet they must be distant, enjoying the same Sky with another eye, yet the same thought. I whistle with the birds that are awaking from their sleep in the trees, letting my vision be painted white yellow and green. Happiness is in the moment, the more focus the more intense it is, like a beam of light to my soul.
When I was on my way home, I found myself near an alleyway. Down the alleyway I saw all the posters of the missing children. I couldn't help but trace my finger over one of the posters, feeling very rough edges. Bellamy, that was one of the boys that were missing. There are 54 in total. Some of the people I recognise, like my neighbour Oakley, but he has been gone for three years now. I realise these were all the people who had more than one child.
It's like everyone forgot about these kids and where they have gone.
Further down the alleyway there was a creepy guy staring at me intensely. He had blood shot eyes, twitch uncomfortably, under his unbrushed jet black hair. He had a red cross stitch climbed his crooked neck.
"What's your name?" he said with a croaky voice.
"Nrayer, Nrayer west" I say.
"Well, what a lovely name...your dukes west daughter, you look very strong for your age" I smile at this strange man in the black shirt. " I see you got a weapon" he smiled.
" yeah I do, my father gave it to me to train, but my sister Nadeya never let me" I pulled my Seax out. It had an engraving of a moon and a star. "Ah you have a sister" he said and I lowered my weapon when I realise I mentioned Nadeya. Suddenly! He grabbed my wrist, I felt his fingers dig into my arm, The four blackened overalls that would remain and  discolour colour my skin long after the blood dried from my veins.
"Get of me!" I yelled and I reach for my weapon until he gripped my other arm. My scream was stifled. I could hear him panting, The pleasure in his breath, like an animal in heat. He didn't speak, I didn't make a sound. His hands covered my mouth, threatening to unhinge my very jaw if another word would leave my lips. He dragged me into his van abruptly. My blood was ice and my muscles tense. I had lost any sense of how long I've been in his van. Each second was an eternity praying that someone will save me. My leg began to cramp from crouching too long but I dare not move, even to erase the pain. When the van stopped moving, I wanted to fight my way out but I was afraid. I should of stayed at home. The black shirt guy open the door, The light dazzled me.
"COME WITH ME!" He yelled and I immediately got out of the van. There stood a lone structure reaching the sky. Overtime the bricks had weaken, The paint wore off and the layers of dust coated over it. The building surely looked aged.
It had been abandoned but taken over by pigeons fluttering in the rooms and nesting by the window, spiders building webs and bats shelter here for the night. When I entered the building, it looks like it the strange guy lived here. To my left I saw a room.
" this is where you're going to be living for a while" he laughed eerily and pushed me in there. I turn back to see the door was close. I tried to open the door, my bare hands pushing against the rough surface of the door. The door is stood stubbornly in its place. A shudder run through me. Trapped. I was trapped. I was confined within the walls of this room. I felt claustrophobic. A metallic smell hung in the room. It reminded me somewhat of the smell of dry blood. The room was pitch dark.
I was in the room for an hour now, there was no sign of black shirt anywhere.
Suddenly! There was a creaking sound coming from outside the room. I was so scared that my heart missed a beat. The door flew Adjar and standing there was a man in a black shirt with a Butcher's knife in his hand. Blood was dripping from the knife. I was going to die, I thought.