I wake up. I saw police officers talking to each other. I couldn't make out what they where saying. One of them turn around and look at me. I hear a voices to the left of me mumbling. My gang. Thank god.
"Hello? Where am I??? WHERE'S MY PHONE YOU BASTARDS!!!???" No mistake. It was Hope.
"We're all here. No worries."
I looked at my shoulder and it was stitched up, and partly bloody. A young man in a white suit with shaggy brown hair comes in and says, "Des are dey?" The cop nods.
"Ve took some tests, and ze dark von wis ze beret is ze von we need." he says.
"Vhy do you need ve?" Mimics Mason.
The gang snickers.
The poor English guy in the white coat turns to us and says, "Ozzer dan zat he haz a bad fevier, he also haz a deep, cuet." A surprised look crosses Mason's face. He says, "I didn't know I had a fever. But I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys about the cut.
"Az you know... You vill be punished for painting ze house on the corner, breaking things, taking drugs... zo... you all vill come wis me."
We all rise and exit the fluffy room. I nod to the others and as soon as we step over a metal line a cuff on our ankles beep and we all get electrocuted instantly and fall on the ground.
"Zis iz not a game. You haf to come wif me." The man says.
We all help each other to get up and limp-follow the man, helping each other get through with it.
"Damn it..." I groan.
Once we get to the corner of the hallway, Mason shoots back the other way towards the location that we got shocked. He jumps over the electric lines on the floor. We all look at each other and follow him.
The idea of escaping overwhelmed us. Filled us, and caused us to rebel against him. Fear of being tested on, for the reason of finding why we act like this, will make us run.
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Trouble Makers
ActionI wrote this story when I was in elementary school. I won't be taking it down because it took me a lot of time and effort to write and it was the beginning of making long stories for me. It is *heavily* inspired by Maximum Ride by James Patterson.
