Away from London

Part 1

My eyes widened as he, and a couple of others behind him, held up their guns.  The first spoke.  “Stay calm everyone, we just need to take Tatiana Doris.  If anyone wants to resist, we’d be overjoyed to use our guns.”  He stared at me, like lasers penetrating my skull.  “You.  Let’s get going.”  It’s no surprise that none of my classmates stood up for me.  My stomach flipped and I had begun to sweat.  But with the sight of a gun only a room’s distance away,  I got up without a question.  Although they were intimidating, these guys seemed familiar.  How, I had no idea.

    The group of guys were so colossal, that each step they took was four jogging steps of mine.  How could anybody be this gigantic?  It didn’t seem real to me.  I mean, the largest man alive can’t even compare to these guys.  As soon as we passed a student or teacher in the hallway, they would scurry in the opposite direction.  I almost laughed at the sight of a teacher running away from us.  It was almost comical.  

    We reached a monstrous vehicle in the school parking lot.  I scrunched my eyes to see to the top; it was quite sunny outside.  It was almost a cross between a helicopter, and something else that I can’t seem to put my finger on.  I obediently climbed in, the engine whirred to a start, and we had begun to fly.  I was in awe at these, what seemed to be, futuristic people.  Have they been living amongst us here, in my town, like an everyday citizen?  No, I tell myself, to be reassuring.  That can’t be.  This is all too surreal.  

    The group began talking between themselves once the ride began.  I strained my ears and leaned my head in, to try to catch any bit of conversation they could be having.  No luck.  I sighed, collapsed back into my seat, drifting into a dreamless, erratic sleep.

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    I awoke with a start to the sound of shouting.  Sitting up to stretch, my eyes wandered to try to pick up my new surroundings.  I was in a small hut that was fairly clean.  Outside was where the shouts were coming from.  I stepped outside, squinting as my eyes readjust to the bright sunshine.  I realized the people here were having some leisure time, playing a sport I don’t recognize.   Standing there for a minute, someone made eye contact with me.  I stiffen, realizing-- this is the man that had forcibly took me from school.  Oh, dear.   I start to panic.  Starting at a brisk, soldier-esque walk, he reaches where I am.

   

“You need to report to headquarters, so follow me.  Commander’s orders,” he told me, then began to walk away.

    “Hey, wait!”  I started running after him.  “You must explain yourself to me first.  Don’t I have the right to know what’s going on?  I’ve been taken from school, and I have no clue who any of you are.  Yeah, my orders.”

    He slowed down, still facing the other direction.  “I can’t explain now.  You’re only a mere schoolgirl.  You’ll learn more once we reach headquarters; we have no time to waste.  I wouldn’t try to object,” he said, almost turning to face me.  “Remember that I still have myself and a gun.”  Knowing that he had won, the man turns around, beginning to walk away again.   

    Slightly hurt, I was ready for a comeback.  “Well at least tell me your name.  I don’t think it would be very formal to call you just ‘some man who took me from school’ much longer.  So, spit it out.  What is it?”  I blurted out, shaming myself for my curiosity.

    For the last time, he came to a stop. “Just call me Filip,”  he says, picking up the speed and walking away.  I had no choice but to follow.

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    The trip to the headquarters was tiring.  I was not used to walking far distances.  Or any distance at all, I suppose.  After about a half hour of practically running to keep up with Filip, I was panting, sweat trickling down my forehead.  

    “Canwestop?” I asked, being too out of breath to enunciate my words.

    He didn’t answer.  I sighed dramatically, but we pressed on, finally making it to the headquarters.  

    Seeing the towering skyscraper, I suddenly felt small.  Too small to fit in my town, too small to fit in this new place I’m not accustomed to.  I wanted to run to my parents and cry it out, right back in my living room.  I wish I could be at home, but I don’t have them for comfort anymore.  Thinking of them, my eyes threatened to spill.  I bit my lip hard enough to feel completely nothing.  Okay, you can’t be thinking of them right now.  Get over it.  I picked myself up from my depression.  My burden was thrown back into the bottom of my heart, too lost to find ever again.  I set my eyes on the future, with no time to look back on my past.