Fate

It's Over

I heard muffled footsteps enter the room. I didn't dare open my eyes, because I knew know that being unconscious was always your best option here. Well maybe not really unconscious, but fake unconscious.

There were voices, but none that I recognized. Was this a new gang or just new recruits?

As I was trying to figure out who my captors were, I realized something. I had no idea were I was. I didn't know where my mom or my boyfriend were. That's when I started to panic.

My eyes shot open and I screamed loud enough no be heard threw the gag. I rolled around on the floor they had carelessly thrown me on. I strained against the ropes that held me, cutting deep into my skin. I cringed as the smell of blood hit my nose.

"Calm her down," one of the new guys snapped. The guy with the beard nodded and walked over to me. He knelt down and untied my gag. "You better shut it missy. We don't want any trouble here, okay? We're just doing as we're told, and you should do the same."

This guy was insane. I was getting a severe case of deja vu. He was like a more stupid version of Klide. I wanted to make some smart remark, or maybe spit in his eye just like I had done to Klide, but I decided now was not the time. I didn't want to waste my creativity on some dimwit, so I figured now was a good time to learn some stuff about this new group.

"Who do you work for? Is it Klide?" I asked. The guy laughed. One of his teammate scowled and he shut up.  He leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, "No, but I think you know who it is."

Well this guy was no help. Maybe I could try another question. "Where are the others?" I tried. He smirked. He knew something, I could tell. I raised my eyebrow, but he didn't move to tell me. Not a smart move. I might be bound, but I can still kick. "Son of a..." the guy shouted, rubbing he shin.

"Greg! What is going on over here?" the leader demanded.

"This little demon kicked me in the shin! Maybe you can teach her a lesson, Mac," Greg grumbled.

Mac laughed, and shoved Greg aside. "Listen up you little twerp, this isn't gonna be like anything you've ever experienced before. I would teach you a lesson right here right now, but I'm gonna wait until my boss gets here. Then we'll decided what we're gonna do with you. But I'm going to tell you this; if you want to survive, you better behave."

Now was the perfect time to spit. I aimed for his eye, and fired. Bulls eye, literally.

Mac jumped up, wiped the spit from his eye, and demanded I be taken away. Greg and the other dude took my arms and dragged me to the closet. They chucked me inside and locked the door.

"You forgot the gag! You idiots should know I'm just gonna sit here and scream until you let me out!"

I realize I was just lessening my chances of survival, but weren't they really always gone? Everyone has there time, so maybe this was mine. Even if it isn't, sense when do the bad guys ever keep their word? No matter what I did I was going to die here. I wasn't sure if I wanted to fight this time.

I was so tired. I didn't want to run anymore. I didn't want to fight anymore. I just wanted to go home. I wanted to have a normal life and a normal family. I wanted to have friends and enemies that didn't want to actually kill me.

But I don't believe any of that's going to happen now. I don't believe anything is going to happen now.

I just didn't believe anymore. It was over.

I'm over.