We All Fall Down

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     Tara and I train for a few more days, seeing Marcus every now and then, but never enough to talk. Today is the day that we get to become real guards.

      "Here you go," Abby says and hands me a small gun. I am wearing a black bulletproof vest with blue jeans and black sneakers, with a red long sleeve shirt underneath.

      "Thanks," I say to her as she leads Tara and me outside to the small building that two guards stand in. "Are we going to replace them?" I ask her, looking at the two already standing there.

      "No, you two are going to be posted outside of this building and keep watch," she says and opens the door for us to exit. We walk outside before she continues to speak, "Tell us if you see anything suspicious," she says and closes the door behind us.

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     Hours pass by and nothing happens. Every now and then we check in by using the bracelets around our wrists. My stomach growls and I wish that we had been given some food.

     "Can we get some food?" I ask Tara, who has been very quiet since we came out here. "I'm starving."

     "Yea," she says, and turns around to open the door. She jiggles the handle before speaking, "It won't open," she says.

     I push her out of the way and grab the handle, trying to twist it to no avail. I bring my wrist up to my mouth and start to speak into it, trying to sound calm. "Let us in, we need food," I say, but all I get is static in return.

      "Move," Tara says and backs up. "I'm going to kick this door down. Cover your face," she continues.

      I cover my face with my arms and turn my back to the door, moving to the side to stay out of her way.

      I wait for a moment, expecting to hear the sound of a door crashing down, but hear nothing. "Tara?" I call as I remove my hands from my face.

      "Run," I hear her whisper, sounding as if she was being choked.

      To my left, a person dressed in padding all over their body is standing there. In one of their hands is a stun gun, which is pointed at Tara's head. Tara on the other hand, is being held back by the person's forearm, which is being pressed against her neck.

      I grab my gun and point it at the man, who just stands there, a smile peeking out through a mask covering his face.

      "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says, his voice low. "If you try and shoot me the only person that is going to die is your friend right here," he continues. "Now, put down the gun and come with me, back to where you belong, back to your home."

      "I'm not going anywhere with you. This is my home now, not wherever you came from," I spit at him.

      "Your home is with those doctors and scientists who took care of you," he responds. "You didn't really think that we would let Dr. Hale just take you to the safe house and not come after you, did you?" he asks, knowing the obvious answer.

      "I'm not going with you," I say to him, anger and defiance in my voice. "Neither of us are."

      "Oh, I think you are," he says and pulls out a different gun, one with a syringe sticking out of it. He pulls the trigger, allowing it to soar through the air before it reaches me.

    I let out a small shriek of pain as the needle inserts itself into my skin. Once again, my vision starts to blur and I know I am going to pass out. I bring my wrist to my mouth as I fall down, "Help," I say and pass out.