Storm-Boi

Chapter 8 - Kidnapping

Chapter 8 - Kidnapping

I can feel raindrops starting to fall on my arms and head, and soon I am soaked. The sky has darkened and there’s a rumbling noise echoing around the empty expanse of desert. I start to run. Again. I have to be somewhere, but I don’t know where, I just know that it’s important. So important. 

I scream out my frustration as the wind starts to pick up, and a bright flash of light surrounds me. 

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Ugh. There’s a pounding in my head that sounds like the a base drum thudding over, and over again. I groan and stretch, my eyes still closed. My left hand hits something soft. Something soft that makes a noise. I open my eyes.

The light almost blinds me and I have to blink a couple of times before I can see clearly.

“Storm!” hisses the person to my left. The person I accidentally punched just moments before, “Storm, are you awake?”

“Whatappened?” I groan and rub my head, the throbbing is still clanging through my brain and interrupting my thoughts. And then I remember.

I sit bolt upright, and look around me. I’m in some kind of vehicle, I’m not sure what, but there are benches lining the walls and there is a constant buzzing noise and a slight vibration that indicates mechanical movement. On my left is X, looking at me with great concern. 

At one end of the compartment we’re in there is a big cupboard, with an even bigger padlock on it, and at the other end there is a big, iron door. On the benches are the rest of the gang, looking disheartened and scared out of their minds.

We failed. The scientists have us again. They must be taking us somewhere we can’t escape from. We’ll never have another chance.

“Storm...? You alright?” asks X again, rubbing his arm. He must be the person I punched before.

“We failed X. We were so close too.” As I speak I inspect my body for injuries, taking note of the several cuts and bruises on my legs. My slimsuit has been ripped in several places and is stained with blood. I look a mess.

I reach a hand behind my head to look at my hair. It is matted with blood in parts and the silver streaks have faded somewhat. I groan and try to run my hands through it, miserably failing.

On top of that, there’s an overwhelming feeling of fatigue, it’s like I’ve given up all my energy for something, and I have a huge headache. These probably came from using my special shock treatment too much.

“I know,” X returns, “But do you have any idea where they might be taking us? I mean, we’ve definitely left London.”

“No clue,” I say as I slowly pick myself up off the floor. 

I stumble over to the wall, wincing with every step. Whoever hit me, hit me hard. 

I reach the bench just next to Holly, who’s frowning at her crossed legs, looking especially beaten up. She doesn’t even look up. 

I feel really bad. We almost made it, and now we’re just going to be in even worse trouble than before. Who knows what horrors Stein is going to subject us to now? We broke the rules, we beat up our guards. This can’t be good, wherever they’re taking us.

The wall is made of solid metal. There is no chance of escape. I let myself sink down to the floor and groan again. My body aches all over. I don’t think there’s a part of me that doesn’t hurt in one way or another.