Chapter 1; In Loving memory of Benjamin Alexander

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                                                                           Time: 0000

                                         Location: Unknown ( somewhere in Pacific)

                                                        POV: Benjamin Alexander

2 children ran around the playground and a woman sat on the bench next to a man in a black suit. Benjamin the woman called to her oldest son that was me, innocent, naive, sweet, little Benjamin. I walked over a big toothy grin on my face. Yes mom I said I was tall for my age at least compared to the other kids. My dark brown eyes held curiosity, my mom introduced me to the man beside her Ben this is William, William Knight your going to go with him. I remember the terror I felt as my mom took the money from his hand. She turned and grabbed my brother's hand as I begged her to come back. The next thing I know is I was in a stark white chamber. I felt my pockets for the bobby pin I had taken from my mother's dresser. It was there. I walked to the panel with the outlet on it. 4 minutes it had taken me to escape the room a record they had called it. Perfect for the game they said all I felt was terror as they placed me in the cell next to a girl not much older than me. Her long hair fell down her back, hello I said softly she didn't respond. I'm Ben. I tried again. She looked at me, her grey eyes looked dead, the twinkle that I thought I would see wasn't there. What's your name? I asked Jupiter she said raspily, how long have you been here Jupiter I asked again, Since I was 8 she said her body was slouched and you could see the exhaustion. Can we be friends? I asked hopefully she smiled, sure that was one of the only times her smile wasn't dark and cold but we trained together and fought together. People called us the trouble duo. I don't remember when the other kids came, only that when I was 14 they were kind and innocent and I was determined to protect them from the games as much as I could . 

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