They Chose Me (Draft 1)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

                I stand there in horror as I look around. Officials surround me in a tight circle, and outside of that, no one is there to help. Small movement catches my attention. Moving my gaze slowly to the corner of the room, I spot Landon looking helplessly at me. But not only does he seem helpless; his mouth is set in a straight line of determination. He tilts his head indiscernibly and I shift my eyes to look at the guard that spoke. The small part in me that cheers at a guilty victory sings right now as I notice a small, purple bump on his head.

                “Miss Roche, Leader Mason has demanded specific orders that include you,” he says, his mouth burning on the word you. He comes closer and pulls out handcuffs, nice handcuffs, not like last time when he made it from string. Stupid. These ones are like silk shining with quality metal warped to produce two small holes for tiny wrists that can only be mine, a chain in between that might come straight from the matriarch of all spiders, and in precious gold: EMMA ROCHE.  I take a quick glance in the corner and see Landon typing something hurriedly into a small device that I’ve seen some people have. The handcuffs click into place, and I can only hope something is going to happen soon. Then I silently see Mary walk through the doors.

                “I thought you said this one was a fighter. I can’t believe you were intimidated by her,” another official says with a weird accent. The comment makes my heart begin to boil and my brain begins to command me to fight, shouting in rage. I catch Mary’s eyes for a mere second and her eyes are cold, yet persistent and approving, so I do what I do best: fight. I turn around and punch the guard that just made a comment straight in his face. He loses his balance so I kick him in the stomach, knocking him backwards and headfirst into a table. Mary and Landon both dart from their corners and come up to fight. Someone pulls a knife from their pocket and I put the spider-like chain on it and pull down as hard as I can. It breaks. I guess it was weak as spider web too.

                I see Landon plant a good kick and Mary throw an accurate punch. Where they hit and if they do, I can’t see. Another official comes up and tries to punch me, but I do a quick duck and bring my leg up with me knee maneuver. It works almost every time. The official that I knocked out the other night comes from behind me and holds my arms up by the wrists in a surrendering position.

                “Flip!” I hear Landon shout from a distance away. I’ve only done a flip three times, and which two were on a trampoline. I bend my knees so I can exert as much power as I can to achieve a sustainable height. Using the official’s balance, I pull myself up and turn. As I turn, I bring my feet out to kick him in the face. He lets go of my wrist, and I start to fall to the ground. I attempt to keep on flipping in the air, so when I land I can do a somersault out of it. I manage to do so, only with a painful tailbone. Well that makes me look much more impressive than I am.

                Rushing through the doors, workers from the rebellion camp carry an assortment of weaponry. Someone grabs me from behind and begins to propel me backwards. I try to hit my kidnapper from behind, but another official comes carrying a new pair of handcuffs. Once the two bring me outside, all chaos stops and the rest of the officials run outside to meet us. I hear someone shout my name from inside. I scream out in frustration to let someone from the camp know I’m still here. After all this time, when I finally find safety, they come for me now. Some government. They really did choose me. Huh. They chose me whispers in my head again and again. I pause in momentary shock. Maybe it’s just a popular phrase? Knowing my luck, probably not.

                People order me to keep on moving, but I really don’t want to. So I cross my arms and sink to the ground like metal in the ocean. I might even start to rust too.