Fallen Stars

Chapter 2: Prisoner

My eyes began to adjust. I'm in handcuffs. I'm sitting on a metal bench, I think I'm inside a truck. I began to panic as the truck stops. The back doors swing open. Someone grabs the back of my head and forces it down. I'm yanked outside. Someone's hand is wrapped around my right arm. After thirty seconds of looking at gravel, I see metal.

I hear a great commotion, many people are talking. I don't know what anyone is saying, because all I hear are hundreds of voices speaking at once.

"Why am I here?" I ask, my voice filled with panic.

No response.

After what seems like one minute of walking, I'm finally shoved into a room. My feet leave the ground, I stumble and crash into a wall. I fall to my knees, breathe heavily. The room is small- seven feet long and seven feet wide, the ceiling is seven feet tall; I feel overwhelmingly claustrophobic.

There's a rug with a pillow on it, I guess it's supposed to be a bed. No toilet. The door I came in from is shut. There isn't a window in sight. I sigh. Is Josh here too?

Time passes, maybe an hour or more. My back is against the cold metal wall and I simply sit here, contemplating a way to escape from wherever the hell I am. The cell door swings open, a teenage girl is pushed inside. The door shuts. The situation is terrible right now, but I find myself pursing my too-huge lips. I feel self-conscious about having to share a room with a girl. Her long blonde hair falls past her shoulders, she has green eyes. Her eyebrows rest high above her eyes. She is also short, probably a few inches past five feet. I'm much bigger than her, because I am six feet tall with a lean, muscular body.

She's wearing a white short-sleeved black shirt and blue jeans. The girl looks scared.

"Hey. I'm Alan." I announce.

"Tracy," she says.

" How old are you?" I ask.

" Sixteen."

" I'm fifteen."

Tracy lifts her head, and stares at me for a few seconds. I get nervous and try to ignore her gaze.

" How did you end up here?" I ask.

" I was hanging out with a friend, then all of a sudden these scary tall guys dressed in black, attacked her with a gun that was like a leaf-blower or something. Then I was thrown into a truck and sent to this hellhole." She responds.

" Same here."

Tracy stretch out her legs, and lazily leans against the wall, her elbows rested on the floor. She grabs the pillow and lays her head on it. Her eyes shut. I stare at her. studying each feature of her. At one point, Tracy opens her eyes and I quickly avert my gaze. She grins.

" I'm sorry." I say.

" I'm used to guys staring at me."

The cell door swings open, I'm yanked off my feet. Minutes later, I'm sitting at a metal table. Two men dressed in black, stand beside both sides of the door. The man who attacked me and Josh, sits across from me. He inties his bandana from his mouth.

" Tell me everything you know about Josh Hart." The man demands in a calm voice.

" Where is he?!" I ask, furious.

The man chuckles," Dead."

I lunge across the table, my fists ready to punch. My right fist connects with his chin, the man's face becomes furious. He punches me. Hard.

" When is the next Star going to fall?" He asks.

" Did Josh tell you about us?"

" Did you make contact with a Star?"

What is he talking about?

" I don't know what you're talking about." I say, confused.

Frustrated, the man retrieves something inside his pocket. A handgun. I stare at me. No, I'm not ready to die. I'm just a kid, I have a mom who is most likely worried sick right now.

" I'll blow your brains out if you don't tell me something right now." He says, his face red with anger.

I look down. So this is how it ends? I spent the last hours of my life confused, and lonely. My only friend, dead. Surrounded by mysterious bloodthirsty men, who knows what they would do to Tracy when I'm dead.

A odd courage builds up inside me out of nowhere. A grin spreads across my face, I won't die like a coward. In one quick motion, I swipe the gun from the table and shoot the man, I have no idea where I shot him, because I turn around and shoot the guards next to the door. At first I'm shocked, but I keep going. I exit the room.

I step out and I'm inside a long narrow hallway. Someone charges at me, I'm tackled at the waist and crash on the ground. The gun stays in my hand, I shoot the attacker twice in the chest. I throw on his black suit and sunglasses. His eyes are a golden-brown color. Disguised as one of them, I successfully sneak past my enemies.

I pass one of the men in black, his sunglasses are off. We look into eachother's eyes, his eyes are gray and glowing. He grins at me. Everything goes black, I see images of a teenage girl with short brown hair running onto a plane, she wields a SMG in her hand. My eyes return back to reality. Did this man just transfer one of his

memories.

" Did you ever see her before?" He asks.

" What? Who?" I ask. The man does a "face-palm"

" It's a memory dumbass, I cornered that girl and a couple others in a desert in Arizona."

" Oh." I respond.

I continue walking, I need to find Tracy. I reach the prisoner cells, I unlock the door. Tracy suddenly bolts upright, being cautious.

" It's just me." I say.

She sighs in relief," Let's get the hell out of here."

I spot a elevator to my right. We board it, pushing the button that takes us to the roof, there are fourteen floors to this place. Once we're on the roof, I realize how stupid this plan was. What am I supposed to do now?

Just as I'm going to give up, I see a platform with a lever on it. Minutes later, me and Tracy are running as fast as we can, trying to put as much distance as possible from that place.

" I have no idea where we are." I say. I live in Chicago, those wierd guys probably transported us to Canada, Mexico, maybe even South America. I could of been unconscious for days.

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Hours later the sun is up. Tracy and I figured out we were imprisoned somewhere near Detroit, Michigan. She told me she was captured in northern Michigan. So now we're taking a Taxi to her home.

" It'll be a good idea for us to keep in touch, figure out what's going on." I say, handing her my cell phone number.

" Yeah."

Tracy's house comes into view. We both walk outside the taxi. I hug her goodbye, I hope we'll see each other again someday.

I decide I won't return home. These strange assassins might stalk me to my house and kill my mom. The last thing I see before leaving Tracy, is a man dressed in black watching me.