My eye's opened and I was in a cell.
'What the heck?' I thought, and tried to sit up. My muscles on my back screamed in protest though, and I fell back down pretty hard. That wasn't the greatest feeling either, and I moaned, louder than I meant to.
"Brenton? Was that you I heard?" Called a voice to the right of my cell.
"Yeah, it's me. Where the heck are we at?" I responded.
"I don't know. A jail of sorts? I don't remember anything after that fiasco in the bar."
"Same here," I called back. Actually, I didn't even remember that. So, I tried to recall my memory back to then. It was foggy; bits and pieces floated out of the mist. But like a bolt of lightning, almost all of it suddenly came back.
"The drink!" I hollered. "That man bought us a round of drinks, and after that we were just looking for fights to pick!"
"So? You're not exactly a pacifist," He yelled back.
"Yeah, but I remember now. I kept tellling myself I'd had enough beating people up, but something kept draggin me back. It wasn't like I was drunk, it was like is really wasn't in control of myself, someone else was swinging my arms."
"I don't know, man. I'm just not buying it."
"Then how do you explain us being here, wherever 'here' is, Julien?"
"I can't, okay? Let's just find out where we are, why we're here, and why my head is so sore, and leave."
We sat with our backs against the wall, trying to remember. It wasn't easy, but our sanity depended on it.
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"So, awake from your naptime?"
"Nathan, shut up! Do you want to be in two pieces?"
A male and female voice drifted to my left ear, and my eyes flickered to the direction the sound came from. I opened my mouth to say something, but a blond-haired guy cut me off.
"Yeah, so we want answers. I hope you have a pretty damn good reason for trying to kipnap us."
"Look," I replied, "I don't know what's going on."
"Yeah, like that one hasn't been used before. We're not stupid," The one with black hair said. I guessed Nathan, the voice sounded similar.
"Believe what you want, but neither of us remember anything. We don't even know how we got here, wherever it is," Julien offered.
The girl started poking Nathan's (?) arm.
"What?"
"Move them to a nicer cell."
"Why, what for?"
"I believe them," she stated simply.
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Ooh confusion!!! LOL
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Taken
Teen FictionIt's not every day you discover that you're not who you thought you were. And it certainly isn't an everyday occurrence to be whisked away into a spaceship hurtling towards your home planet, just so you can stop it's largest war in history. But as f...
