Mysteries

U.A.S. (University of the Advancement of Science)

"Let us go!" Jennette slammed the chains that bound her against the metal net that separated the front seat riders from the back. Nash , Ashton and Jennette were in the back portion of the silver colored truck, bound in chains and feet tied. Jennette continued to fight, not giving up her determination to escape.

She slammed her hands against the metal wire once more, cutting her arm on a metal piece that was sticking out. She retracted. "Son of a ...."

"Jen, chill. They obviously captured us, they aren't gonna build net weak enough for you to break through." Ashton said. She looked down at her chains. "Nash, can you burst through yours?" she gave a questioning look at him. He shook his head.

"Too strong for me to break through. I also noticed they are made of a high resistance metal, so Jennette cant melt it. " Nash sighed. Jennette slumped down against the cold, metal wall, sighing.

"What are we going to do?" Nash said, his hope diminishing.

"Not get our hopes down. We have to stay positive." Jennette said, crawling around to look for some way to escape.

"There's our positive little Jen," Ashton said. Nash and Ashton remained in their seats as Jennette looked up.

"The net. Jennette , I have an idea." Nash said.

The girls looked at Nash as he presented his idea. "Jennette, you're going to try an melt the net, however you do that. I don't wanna know. And just in case it is to resisting for you to melt, Ash you're going to try and focus through her and make her flames hotter. Can you do that?" Ashton thought for a moment.

"That sounds like a great idea, for once, but I don't know how I can 'focus through her." Ashton shook her head.

"I don't know, it's your power. Pretend you're her, and channel your energy through to her processing her flame. "

"That sounds great, but I barely understand how my power works, let alone hers. " Ashton said.

"Just , try and focus on making Jennette stronger. Try," Nash said. "Unless you have any other ideas," he said.

"I don't." Ashton said. "Let's try it." Jennette placed her hands on the net, surging her flames to it. Nothing happened. Then Ashton tried focusing on the heat through Jennette. Both of their eyebrows furrowed, and the net began to slowly melt in Jennette's hands. Soon enough, the once metal net became a silvery liquid dripping through Jennette's fingers. Cutting off, Jennette shoved her bound hands through the melted hole in the wire and grabbed the face of the driver and clawed, distracting him from the road. He steered of the road, tipping the truck on it's side. Jennette flew back into the truck's back doors, while Ashton and Nash slid down and hit the wall. The truck flipped once more, throwing Jennette, Nash, and Ashton across the back of the truck , the girls hitting their backs and Nash hitting his head. A ear screeching sound shot through the air as the metal truck slid across the concrete outside. The teens curled up into balls and waited for the truck to come to a halt. After what seemed like forever, the truck ceased it's movement. Jennette, Nash, and Ashton stood up on what seemed to be the ceiling of the truck.

"Our seats are above us," Ashton said, pointing to the metal seats above them.

"Guys, the truck is upside down, we must've flipped more than a few times, we need to get out now." Nash said , kicking the door. Jennette and Ashton helped, and kicked the door a small bit. Because it was locked, they kicked around the lock, kicking a small opening for them to squeeze through.

Once they stepped out into light, they took notice to the damages they took during the crash. Jennette was hunched, she hurt her back more than a few times. Nash had a large gash on the right side of his head , which was dripping blood, and Ashton's arm hung limply bound with her other one, along with multiple bruises and scrapes on each of them. They examined each other.

Then, a large explosion filled the air, smoke and flames surrounding them. The trio ran from the burning truck, coughing and wheezing. They looked at each other, wide eyed.

"We killed two people. Killed," Jennette said with a face of disgust, as if the word was sour in her mouth. She shook her head violently.

"Listen, that is the least of our worries, we need to go, now." Ashton said, taking note of their surroundings.

They were on an island of sorts, surrounded by copies of the same metal trucks and hovering silver helicopters, with the letters U.A.S. on the sides of each of them . The group began to run, Jennette leading them and Nash the last one. Jennette ran faster, spotting an open gate. "Hurry!" she yelled behind her, and the group ran as fast as they could.

Suddenly, the gate slammed closed , and a booming voice came over the intercom.

"Nice try. Unfortunately, that's all it was. Trying , not succeeding. Better luck next time, kiddies," a voice taunted, and the group looked around them. Then , they were shot by tranquilizer darts, and they fell down to the ground, one by one.

The voice that was behind the intercom came down from a helicopter, revealing a tall, lanky man with wispy grey hair. He had black wire frame glasses and a white lab coat that hung down to his knees. His skin was a pasty white, and his eyes were solid black. He stepped off the rope ladder, walking over to the unconscious children on the concrete.

"Such a shame," he said, nudging each of them with his foot. "They have determination though. That's bad. Lock them up in the dungeons. And keep them separate; They are more powerful together."

So, one by one, they were dragged off.