When I gained conscious the first thing I noticed was the fact that I wasn't in a car anymore. I could verily see, because of how dark the room was. My eyes slowly started to just though and I could vaguely see an outline of a figure on the other side of the room.
I probably should freak out, but this person had handcuffs on that were attached to the wall, along with something restraining there feet from moving which I'm assuming is rope. As I looked closer I saw that it was a boy, though he looked to be around 19 his face was very pale almost as if he hasn't seen the sun in years. Even though he was very pale, he was also very handsome.
His hair is what caught my attention, it was a dark red that wouldn't look normal on the average person, but he somehow managed to make him look even better. If that's possible to look any better than he did already. All in all he was stunning, but I still couldn't trust him even if he was a prisoner like me.
As I was staring at him a verily audible groan matted from him as he started to cough. She then opened his eyes, and the moment his eyes connected with mine I couldn't look away. They were a grayish green color, that I could look at for eternity if I could. I suddenly felt shivers go up,my spine from the way he was staring at me.
I quickly reverted me eyes after that and just stared at the floor, wanting more than anything to look back up and search his eyes some more. "Well looks like they finally founded a girl" the boy said roughly ripping me out of my thoughts. "What" is replied, though I verily recognized my own voice. "The men that captured you, well they have been looking for a your girl for a while now, but haven't been able to fine anyone under 30 until now" he said while slightly coughing.
It was then that I noticed the blood that was coating him like a blanket. "What did they do to you" I said ignoring what he said about them wanting a young girl. He chuckled dryly and said "torched me, you know the usually, though it's nothing compared to what they'll do to you if you don't get out".
" I don't think they could do much worse than what they did to you" I said while looking at al, the cuts and bruises he has. "Trust me sweet heart they don't offer mercy to anyone, especially girls like yourself. You would be dead before the months over, everyone brought her dies" he said while slightly grimacing. "How are you not dead yet then" I said warily. "I'm a lot stronger than most people" he said. "Why do they even want you if your stronger and of no use to them" I said. "Well I'm different from them and you, but that makes them hate me so in return I get torched" he said while staring at my eyes agin.
"How are you different" I said very confused as to what he meant by being different from us. "Mabel you'll find out one day but not today, let's focus on getting out of here, before they come to torched you too" he said. "Y-y-you'll help me get out" I said stumbling on me letters. "Yes, I don't like how they treat girls, so I was already planning on escaping so now I'll just bring you with me" he said.
"How do you plan on doing that" I said slightly questioning his ability to get us out. "Like this" he said as he broke the hand cuff attaching him to the walls, then quickly untied the nots of the rope around his feet and stood up. "H-h-how did you do that" i said slightly scared. "I told you I'm stronger, and I've been saving my strength. Don't be scared I won't hurt you" he said while walking closer to me. "I-I'm not" i said trying to sound brave, but my voice betrayed me. "I'll prove too you I'm not going to hurt you, but for now I need to get us out of here" he said while braking my hand cuffs and then getting down and untying the ropes around my feet.
"I could of done that" I said once he was done. "I know but it would have been slower" he said while putting out his hand for me to grab. "I promise I won't hurt you" he said. I debated on wether I should trust him and decided for now I was going to have to. "Okay" I said while taking his hand. As we started towards the door he said" oh and by the way my names Michael"
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Bottom of the food chain M.C (a.u)
AléatoireFood chain: 1. A series of organisms interrelated in their feeding habits, the smallest being fed upon by a larger one, which in turn feeds a still larger one, etc. 2. The chain from a food source to the ultimate consumer.