Over and Over

Chapter 7

Hola, my humble readers. This chapter will hopefully answer some questions, so YAY! I'm not 100% sure what the whole out come of this story will be yet, but I definitely have some ideas! Hope you enjoy! -Emily

P.S. I think of Kyle looking similar to Barry Allen from The Flash and Samantha looks like Isabel in the Mortal Instruments movie! Pictures above ^

Olivia' s POV

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The three of us sit in a row, looking expectanly up at the man infront of us named "Steve". He pauses once more when a young man mounts the stage and wispers something into Steve's ear. Steve in turn faces towards us. "Excuse me" he says and follows the man off stage. Jeremy quickly stood up and addressed the three of us. "You must excuse Steve, he is a very busy man. And as you can tell there's a lot of stuff going on right now." He said, and sat back down. I looked around trying to figure out what the three of us had in common. To my left there was the guy, he looked about my age. I think his name was Kyle Rollins. He had brown hair that went up, and striking green eyes. He had a normal build and was skinny, maybe a little scrawny. To my right there was the other girl. Her name was Samantha Kluts. She had striking black hair, and a tall slender frame. Her eyes matched her hair in their dark hue. Honestly, she looked kind of bored sitting there. Neither of them looked like me, at least they had some striking features. Kyle's bright green eyes, and Samantha's long dark hair. I was smaller than both of them, sitting in the middle, I felt trapped.

I wanted to speak up but (even though I hate to admit it), I was a little scared. I didn't know who these people were, nor what they wanted. I maintained this state of mind for what felt like hours. My stomach was growling, and I had a feeling it was past lunch. Suddenly I felt angry. Sure these people had rescued us from those cells, but were they actually rescuing us? So far no one had left that I knew of. There had been no talk of escape or leaving. Maybe they planned to just kill us all. They waved freedom infront of our face and snatched it away cruely when it was so close. Still just out of reach. I had had enough. I stood up boldy and walked over to Jeremy. I stood there in front of him for a second before he looked up from a device in his hand. "What the hell is going on?" I said with my voice strong and demanding. "Please, just sit back down Olivia. Steve should be bac-" He started before I cut him off with my retort. "I don't give a shit what Steve is donig. I don't care if he's baking cookies or banging his assistant. You know why? Becuase that's not what I asked! I want to know whats happening and when we're leaving this hell hole! I have been stuck in that cell for days!" I practily screamed. "Ohh, and another thing, how do you know who we are, and why us! How are we important!" I finnished breathing deeply. He just stared at me for a second, an expretion of suprise evident on his face.

Once again he tried to persuade me to sit down. "Please, just sit" he asked. I sat down in fake submission. As soon as I sat down, I lean over to Kyle nonchalantly. "Listen," I say wispering. He leaned in closed to hear what I had to say. "When I count to three, I say we all rush the door on the right. Maybe we can escape and get help, or even warn the others." I say quickly. He contemplates for a moment. "We could, but we don't know our way around, even if we could find the others what would we warn them about? Really long wait times? He says. "But if we can make it out-" I try to object. "If we manage to make it out, thats a huge IF, we still dont know where we are, or who all is in on this whole takeover." He says calmly. How is he so calm! I sigh "Well, i'm not just going to sit around, I saw a map out in the hallway. I bet we could find our way out." I insist. He glances around and thinks for a moment before he speaks. "But look around. In all of our time outside of our cells, did you ever see any signs of struggle. Any signs of battle or a fight? Think, they're carrying guns but no bullet holes or gunshots," He said calmly. "But-" I started. "Exactly, so that means they probably have enough of those soldier guys, for not much fight when they took over." I have no response to this. He has a good point, but I can't justify just sitting around. "Then what do you suggest?" I say defeated. "I think we find the people who imprisoned us. Work with them, they probably know every inch of this place. We'd have a tactical advantage." He says. "Are you crazy! No, thats a terrible idea! I'm not going to be buddies with my captors, no way!" I wisper yell at him.