A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Chapter 17: Invasion (part 2)

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CH 17: POV TRIS

I wake up with a pounding in my head, making me groan. I look around to see where I am- then everything comes rushing back: the men knocking me out after I heard them talking. I can faintly recall being slung over someones shoulder, and a gentle swaying, although that's more of a drunk-like memory.

I look around and see some people unconscious, bleeding, or both. A fortunate few are simply bound by our ankles and wrists but remain conscious. I struggle to no avail, and end up laying on my side, with my hair blocking my vision. I sigh in frustration, and partly to move my hair. It falls back on my face but not before I see a figure's head peak out from the shadows. I blow my hair back again and recognize the figure as Tobias. I make eye contact with him and shake my head. Knowing him, he'll do something rash and think nothing of the consequences.

I can tell he saw me and understands my meaning, but the hard set of his eyes shows that my message only gave him further inclination to carry on what he's planning on doing. I shake my head in a feeble attempt to re-deliver the message but he simply shakes his own head in return. I sigh in frustration.

I try getting back into a normal sitting position, and after several attempts of jerking, I finally land beck to normal. I feel a sharp poke in the back pocket of my jeans and remember that I had removed my key from my bag and put them into my pocket. How lucky of me. I scoot over to a wall to conceal my back and hands and get questioning looks from the intruders.

"What the hell are you doing?" A big man demands. "I thought I might lean against the wall, is that okay with you?" I say through gritted teeth. I know sassing these people won't do me any good but I can hardly contain much worse from coming out of me as well.

He gives me the evil eye but does nothing to stop me. Slouched against the wall, I remove the keys to my dorm from my back pocket. I move slowly and carefully so the men watching my don't recognize my actions. Once my keys are in a stable position in my fingers, I begin sawing at the rope that binds my wrists.

I begin panting with the effort and have to stop to regain my breathe- it would look quite questionably if a girl was panting from sitting against a wall in an air conditioned hallway. After my heartbeat steadies, I continue. Although it takes what seems like hours, I eventually finish cutting the rope. My ankles are still tied but I can't cut those ropes discreetly.

I look around for anything I can use as a weapon but see nothing. It's not like the school keeps knives and metal poles lying around in the hallways... unfortunately.

All the other conscious captives are next to me. I make eye contact with the one nearest to me, and look down and her wrists. I then cautiously hand her the keys. She seems to understand and begins sawing at her own ropes, quietly like I did. Although it must take an hour, we eventually get the keys passed around to everyone and cut the ropes on their wrists. Now that we're partially free, I have an idea.

POV ZEKE:

Although it's a little frightening being the one in charge, I'm honored that Tobias wanted me to be in charge. People are looking up to me. Although it took a long time, we eventually got to the woods, and are concealed well. We were the first group to make it here, but soon others arrived as well. By two hours, every class in the building we were in is with us, excepting the few people who were captured or the 'messengers', and they would arrive soon as well.