Chapter 6

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by maxride4ever99

by maxride4ever99

I drew my knife quickly. "Little girl," one guard laughed, "do you really think that a knife will defeat a gun?"

"Maybe," I replied.

Ana took off running towards the guards, trying to paralyze a few with her stun gun. A burly guard pushed her down easily. I sprinted after her, slashing at every guard I saw. They were falling left and right, but would keep getting up. After I helped her up, Ana actually helped me for once and shocked guards on the floor with her stun gun. Suddenly, two strong arms grabbed me from behind. I tried to use my knife, but could only grace the arms. Andrew ran towards me with his knife drawn. He started swinging the knife at the guard. Within thirty seconds, the guard had crumpled to the ground. "Watch out!" Andrew yelled as a guard dove for me. The guy grabbed my ankles and dragged me down.

Across the room, Ana screamed as a guard shoved her down and pinned her arm behind her back. Another guard had Harris in a headlock. A third guard was pinning both of Andrew's arms behind his back. "Now all of you will go back with us like good children," one man said, smiling sinisterly, "Ellen, thank you for helping us find these fugitives."

"Ellen, how could you?" Harris cried.

"You children were stupid. Do you really think that a stranger in the woods is trustworthy?" Ellen asked, smirking.

I was right, I thought. I wanted to tell Harris that, but he looked so sad. Everyone looked devastated, even Ana. I saw that she trusted Ellen too.

"You jerk," Ana spat, straining against her attacker.

Ellen smirk turned into a scowl. "It would be wise," she replied icily, "to obey us and go to the Facility."

"Never!" I yelled. A guard came and slapped me hard. Well, it was worth a try.

"Come along, chosens," Ellen said, "we have a long drive ahead of us."

"Hey, Zana," Harris whispered as we rode along in the van.

"NO TALKING!" bellowed a guard.

It was so cold. You'd think that being surrounded by a bunch of gigantic guards would make it warm, but it was the exact opposite. All I had was a flimsy windbreaker, so I was shivering. Harris put his arm around my shoulders. I looked at him gratefully, while Ana glowered at me. Suddenly, we pulled up at the Facility. I winced just at the sight of the intimidating brick building. "Welcome home, scum," one guard said to us, and shoved us out the van. Another guard handcuffed us and dragged us into the building. "Found these today," he told the man at the door. "Put the girls in 3B, the boys in 3A." Oh, no. I was going to be stuck with Ana. Help me, I mouthed to Andrew as Ana and I were dragged away.

When we finally reached cell block three, Harris and Andrew were thrown in the first cell, and Ana and I were put in the second. "Home, sweet, jail cell," I muttered to myself. This was going to suck big-time.

"All trainees report to mess!" the mechanical voice said the next morning at six o' clock. As Ana and I got up, a stern-looking woman came to our cell door. "3B1 and 3B2, come with me."

She led us down a series of hallways. "Put these on," the lady instructed, handing us each a gray t-shirt, black pants, and boots after we reached a big room. When we finished changing, two people came and cut our hair. My long golden hair was cut to just below my ear. They also clipped metal tracker cuffs onto our ankles. Finally, we were ushered to the mess hall. A guard (there were SO many) took off our hand cuffs and handed us metal bowls of oatmeal-at least, that's what I thought it was. We walked quietly to the table that Harris and Andrew were sitting at and quickly started eating. "So, what's your name?" I asked a girl with black hair.

"Shhh," she replied, looking around frantically, "We don't talk here."

"Elisa, shut up!" another girl whispered nervously.

Ana and I looked at each other. We needed to get out of here.

Comment please! Constructive criticism is welcome, but PLEASE be nice. -Liv