Rampant

Chapter Two: Alaska

A high pitched beep filled my ears. Instinctively, I reached my hand out to smack the alarm clock, but my hand fell into empty space. Immediately I jolted up.

A burst of pain erupted in my skull. Bright lights flashed in snd out of my sight. I screamed in pure agony. Something was forcing me down though I writhed in distress. My arms and legs were now restrained.

"Breathe..." A young mans voice seemed to come from no where.

"In and out. In and out" the persons voice was tender and caring but had a tinge of worry.

He kept saying it over and over until I fell into sync. The headache slowly diminished and my vision cleared.

4 people in full armor without helmets, were holding me down with eyes wide. Instantly I recognized the fiery red hair of my sister, Carolina.

Beads of sweat were forming on her brow. A tear slid down her cheek and she hugged a man next to her in golden brown armor. A large scar ran from his forehead, across the left eye and down to his cheek. Dark brown hair was spiked on his head, but now ruined by Carolina. He didn't care.

"York..." Carolina whispered. York was incredibly handsome.

He looked at Carolina with a look I've never seen before. It was so intense, so passionate. Wanting to get away from the sappy scene, I looked to the other side.
A dark purple glove brushed my hair out of my face.

"How are you feeling?" This mans face was full of concern. He had almost the same hair style as York but his hair was a dirty blonde.

"Why would you even ask, North" erupted a voice from next to him. Judging by his face and voice, I concluded he was younger then the rest.

This boys hair was a chestnut brown buzzed on the sides but longer on the top. It hadn't been cut in a while it seemed, so it gave him a softer appearance.

Honestly he looked like a street in his yellow and grey armor. I held back a chuckle. York gave him a stern look

"Wash..."
Guessing by how the boy looked away, I inferred he was Wash.

What strange names they had...I had a feeling they were connected, but how is Carolina, Wash, York, and North related to each other?

A few seconds later a thought came to me, but initially I refused it. It was such a strange idea, yet I was in a strange place.

"Are you guys....named after states?" I said quietly. All three nodded.

"I'm Washington, he's New Yor-" I cut Washington off in mid sentence.

"Yes. I know."
Washington had a hurt expression on his face. I heard footsteps down the hall, but only I did, for nobody seemed to notice. By the footfalls, I could tell they were leather shoes.

"How's Alaska?" Scenes from when I was taken flashed back in my mind. His voice, scratchy and old, was too familiar.

I tried to grab the wisps of memories before they faded away. But I was too late. By then the man was standing over my bed. He looked worn, tired and depressed.

The face...I've seen it. I know it. Every wrinkle every freckle. It used to be kind, happy, And youthful. But that's al I can remember

"Alaska?" He said again.
After a few seconds, I realized he was referring to me. He grabbed a strand of my hair and twirled it with his fingers.

"I see," he paused.
"You got the same light strawberry-blonde hair as your mother."
I could feel my eyes widen.

Just I was about to ask, he had already moved on.

"Call me The Director" he brushed off his pants and nodded his head in acknowledgement.

"Good day" and I heard his footfalls until they faded into nothingness.

The people around me seemed to sigh in relief, as if a great danger had just past.