Basketcase

The Horde

My legs squashed up against each other, and I couldn't move my arms. A reckless and aching cramp feeling gurgled in my stomach as I laid. My thighs felt so sticky and moist, sweat seeping from my clothes. Even as I squeezed my arms, the perspiration in between the skin and my upper arm, in the pit of my arm was moist and clammy. It's so hot. So hot. I reached for my pants stretching the elastic waistband down over my butt. I scrunched up my face in frustration as it stuck to the sweat, my hand dampening slightly. I reached my hand to my face and rubbed my eyes, and opening them. My eyes adjusted simply to the darkness of the room and I stared at my hand still, in mid view. There was a wet sticky darker coating over my fingers, I only stared at it before sticking my fingers together; the goop stretching inwards and outwards with my fingers. I thought for a moment and then brought my fingers near my face, inhaling deeply. Blood? My eyes widened and I shot up in bed, wandering my eyes around the room, my neck twisting. Two figures slept on either side of me, and I leaned upwards, arching up on my clean hand analyzing the sheets. I left my weight to the mattress, leaving a vibrating motion from the bounce, staring at blood diligently. Something grabbed my arm lying to my right. My head twitched towards it, follow it to its figure. "Ryan?" he asked.

My eyes wandered from his face generating a response, "I have to go to the bathroom," I replied forwardly, bouncing from his grip to the end of the matress and off the bed. I scurried off and rushing towards the exit. I twisted the knob and pulling forcefully, clinging back as the wood refused to budge. I head shook scarcely glaring towards the locks. Flicking them impatiently, forced the door open panting out into the hall. Marissa, where's Marissa?

I ran for the elevators, pushing the down arrow in, thumping my foot. The numbers blinked from the bottom at 5 on one and then 50 at the other. The second blinked for a moment before opening to the floor, flooding girls into a mesh of colours. I blinked staring into the ending hall and shook my head lightly turning into the elevator. A crude grip clasped my arm, tugged me from my escape; the elevator door shutting.

Pulled back into the ganging crowd, the messing murmurs pitched variously; I tightened my ears consciously. "You!" The voice seemed extremely annoyed and huffly.

I blinked tightly, opening them, to view her and the rest, "Yeah?" I replied, taken in confusion.

"Where is Harry?" she demanded fiercely and firm.

"Yes!" another urged, desperation and furry opening stated, "Where is One Direction."

"One Direction..." I murmured, a soft spot of familiarity clicking, "What is a... One Direction?" I gave in.

A sudden group of gasps echoed through each girl, reverberating the shock various times. A disturbed impact came in contact with my face, an ache swelling on my left cheek. And then another, and another, and another, and another. My face brightened in anger, ducking a head lower and clasped the next arm swinging towards me. I stared impulsively at the girl whom it belonged to and she yanked her hand out of my grasp, stepping back. "I don't know who you are talking about," I informed, "And frankly, I don't care," I went on, holding back my opposite arm. Another hand whipped towards me and countered it with my wrist. She yelped in response retreating to the wall.

I recaptured myself, calming my tensity. "Stupid boy, how do you not know who they are?" she utter in complete exaggerated shock, raising her voice.

"They are world wide famous!" whined another, stepping forward. Her dirty brown hair was cut raggedly, spritsing at the tips.

"The Beatles were famous World Wide and still are to this day because they are World Legends." I began, "I've never heard of this 'One Direction' you speak of," I told them, my fists tightening unintentionally, "Now let me leave, I'm busy."